Based off this little scene by @creativepromptsforwriting that @cimmerian1275 sent me and suggested I do it but with Avel and Leo and honestly…y e s.
so…ENJOY
obviously, this isn’t canon. And this is just for funsies—
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Avel groans, grabbing his ears and pulling them down as he tries to block out all chatting from the turtle across from him, Leo.
Kaze had asked Avel to be a good brother and pick up some stuff for her that she left behind a few days ago, but she couldn’t go grab it herself due to the fact she was preoccupied with Big Mama giving her some jobs to do around the hotel.
Avel had agreed nonetheless, but what he didn’t realise was what the turtles had all left to go grab some pizza, leaving only Leo, the annoying turtle in blue behind as he claimed at some point in his yapping that he was feeling lazy and didn’t feel like going with his family to pick up a few pizza orders.
Leo of course saw the opportunity to try and get to know Avel when he arrived, catching the rabbit standing awkwardly in the lair before getting dragged over to the couch where Leo sat him down, walked over to the other couch across from Avel and just wouldn’t stop talking.
“Ugh…” Avel groans out, narrowing his eyes over to Leo who smiled innocently.
“So anyway, Mikey tried to do this triple backflip off the skating ramp last week and totally forgot that he was already in recovery from the last injury he had, hit the ground like a Looney Tune. Hilarious. I was the only one laughing, of course.”
Leo grinned, all teeth and his eyes crinkling with amusement as he leaned forward a bit like he was waiting for Avel to laugh along. He didn’t.
Instead, Avel lifted his head just enough to glare, his brows furrowed and expression flat. “Do you ever shut up?”
Leo’s smile widened. “Nope.”
Avel groaned again, flopping his head back dramatically as if the ceiling might offer mercy. “Why are you the one still here anyway?”
Leo leaned his chin into his hand, faux thoughtful. “Hmm… probably destiny. Fate. Maybe the universe knew you’d be stopping by and decided to bless us both with some quality bonding time.”
“I’d rather get run over.” Avel muttered under his breath.
Leo gasped, placing a hand on his chest like he’d been personally wounded. “Wow. Harsh. And here I thought we were making progress.”
Avel’s eye twitched.
“I’m not here to bond.” Avel snapped, arms crossed tight. “I came to pick up something for Kaze. That’s it.”
Leo gave a mock-nod of understanding, then lazily reached over to the coffee table beside him and held up a small cloth bag. “You mean this?”
Avel blinked. “You had it this whole time?!”
Leo shrugged. “I mean, yeah. But you seemed like you were having such a great time. I didn’t want to ruin the vibe.”
Avel wanted to reach over and strangle the slider until he churned blue like his mask. And he could do that, he was very well capable of doing so.
But he also knew that Kaze wanted him to try and not injure people who were allies with them.
So Avel huffs, glaring annoyingly at the turtle in blue.
“You’re pretty annoying.” He said flatly.
Leo beamed. “Oh my god, you think I’m pretty?”
Avel blinked. “And that’s the annoying part.”
Avel huffed and snatched the bag from Leo’s hand with a glare.
Leo laughed, genuinely laughed, while Avel turned to leave, grumbling curses under his breath.
But just before he stepped out of the room, Leo called out, teasingly, “Same time next week?”
Avel didn’t answer. He just raised one hand and gave Leo the finger.
Leo’s voice chased him down the hall. “I’ll take that as a maybe!”
(Playing innocent)😇 Well since Avel is similiar to Sasuke and (Rise)Leo is pretty much like Naruto I have a teensy tiny sweet little request.
I want you to-
😇😈
RECREATE THE SCENE WHERE NARUTO AND SASUKE (accidentally) SHARE THEIR FIRST KISS💋!!!
(JUMBA’S EVIL LAUGH)🦹♂️
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAA!!!
EXCELLENT REQUEST! APPROVED—
Watch this be cringy. But they be cute so I’ll let it pass—
obviously, this isn’t canon. And this is just for funsies—
Kaze belongs to @cimmerian1275
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How annoying. Why did he agree to do this? And why did he have to stand so close?
Avel's ears twitched in irritation every time the blue-masked turtle took even a half step nearer, his voice bright and annoyingly casual as he chatted away with his friends and his other two brothers. Avel kept his arms crossed tightly over his chest, tail flicking once behind him, and threw a pointed glare toward Kaze. He didn’t say anything aloud, but the message was clear in his narrowed eyes.
Help. Me.
But of course, she was deep in conversation with Raph. Something about the pressure of being the eldest sibling, and the weight of expectations. She laughed softly at something the massive turtle said, and Avel clicked his tongue in disgust.
Traitor.
So now, he was stuck. Stuck with him.
Leo, the self-appointed social glue of the group, had all but dragged him across the venue under the pretense of 'bonding' and 'making connections.' In reality, he was just throwing Avel into a mutant mixer, oblivious or willfully ignoring the fact that Avel wasn’t the mingling type.
He didn’t know any of these yokai or mutants. He didn’t want to know them. And Leo, being the persistent turtle he was, didn't seem to care. His voice flowed non-stop, a river of commentary, jokes, stories, and gods-awful puns that made Avel want to peel his own ears off.
Avel had tuned most of it out, focusing instead on the exits, the layout of the room, and how many people stood between him and the path to freedom. That is, until Leo chuckled, a familiar, smug kind of laugh and Avel sensed him moving in closer.
He glanced just in time to see Leo casually sling his arm around his shoulders.
“Avel and I are so close. Ain’t that right?”
With a sharp click of his tongue, he seized Leo’s arm in one hand, his grip iron-tight and unyielding. The turtle’s eyes widened slightly as Avel began applying pressure, his scowl darkening into something lethal. Leo’s easygoing smile twitched as pain started to creep into his expression.
“Touch me…” Avel growled, voice low and deadly, “And I’ll chop your arm off.”
Leo let out a tight laugh through clenched teeth, trying to save face in front of the nearby onlookers. “S-see? So close…” He wheezed, his grin stiff as he tried not to yank his arm back too obviously.
Avel held the grip for a moment longer, just to make his point, before shoving Leo off with a scowl. He turned on his heel and stalked toward Kaze, ears still twitching with lingering irritation.
Kaze barely looked over as he approached, but her smirk was obvious. “Making friends?”
“Don’t start.” Avel muttered, stepping closer and letting his body shield itself behind her. “Can we leave now?” He added, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic whine as he pouted just slightly like a kid forced to endure a social event he never asked to attend.
Kaze glanced at him with a smile tugging at her lips, clearly amused by his suffering. “Sure, in just a few minutes. Why don’t you go sit down over there and wait for me?”
She gestured to a couch tucked along the wall of the lair, worn but cozy. Avel eyed it before he grumbled his way over regardless. He plopped down with an exaggerated huff, arms crossed like a sulking child, ears low and eyes narrowed at the floor. If he didn’t make eye contact, maybe everyone would just ignore him.
But of course, Leo had other plans.
From the corner of his eye, Avel saw movement, fast, eager movement and immediately tensed. The slider’s footsteps were too light, too casual. Avel didn’t look up, already dreading the incoming presence.
Sure enough, Leo slid into view, arms resting lazily on the back of the couch as he leaned forward, far too close, grinning with that same annoying charm that made Avel want to headbutt him.
“You look comfy.” Leo said, voice lilting with teasing innocence. “Need a blanket? A snack? Maybe some company?”
Avel didn’t respond. He kept his eyes fixed forward, jaw tight, pretending Leo didn’t exist.
Leo leaned in even further, now practically hovering over him. “C’mon, you can talk to me. I don’t bite… much.”
Still, Avel said nothing.
Leo smirked, undeterred. “You know, you’ve got this whole broody loner vibe down, but you’d be so much more approachable if you smiled once in a while.”
Avel slowly turned his head, fixing Leo with a flat, deadpan stare.
Leo grinned wider. “There it is! See, we’re bonding already.”
Avel’s nose twitched slightly in annoyance, glaring up at the bubbly slider.
Leo, oblivious or just willfully irritating, continued leaning closer like personal space was just a suggestion, not a law. His smug little smirk just sat there on his face like it belonged.
“I think deep down, you actually like me.” Leo added, his voice sing-song and infuriatingly close to Avel’s ear. “You’re just scared of how charming I—”
Kaze suddenly bumped into Leo’s back when she had walked over, turning around to face Avel.
“Oops, sorry—!” She said mid-laugh, not realizing how off-balance Leo had been while leaning half his bodyweight onto the couch.
Avel’s eyes widened.
Leo, caught mid-lean and now shoved forward by momentum, pitched directly toward him.
“Oh sh—!”
There was no time to react.
Leo’s weight landed full-force against Avel, arms flailing for balance, but he had nothing to grab except the front of Avel’s clothes. In the chaos of limbs and gravity, Avel instinctively moved to shove him back but in doing so, their faces aligned with absurd precision.
And in a blink…
Their lips collided.
It wasn’t soft or gentle or intentional. It was fast, clumsy, and just shy of a headbutt. A brief, frozen second passed. Leo’s eyes were wide. Avel’s pupils are just as wide. They both froze, registering what the hell had just happened.
Leo pulled back first, practically springing upright with a stunned noise caught in his throat.
“Wha—I—that—that was—that wasn’t—!”
Avel’s ears shot upright, then folded violently downward again, his face flushing with fury, or was it something else entirely? He didn’t have the mindset to think about it.
He wiped his mouth aggressively with the back of his hand, his glare like a knife aimed directly at Leo’s forehead. “Get. Off.”
“I didn’t mean to! Kaze pushed me!” Leo sputtered, waving his arms in panicked defense as he scrambled off the couch and stood back with his hands up. “I was leaning! I didn’t plan the kiss!”
“You call that a kiss?” Avel snapped, teeth bared. “I call it assault.”
Kaze blinked from behind, her smile a bit strained but still lingered as she processed the scene in front of her. “Wait… what just happened?”
Leo was already halfway into a nervous breakdown. “Nothing happened! Absolutely nothing! He’s fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine!”
Avel stood up sharply, fur still bristling, and stormed toward Kaze. “We are leaving. Now.”
“But I didn’t even say bye to—”
“Now!”
Leo stood frozen, watching them go, a hand still pressed against his mouth.
Mikey wandered over seconds later, sipping from a smoothie and looking between Leo and the couch.
“What’d I miss?”
Leo didn’t look at him.
“…I think I just kissed a rabbit.”
Mikey paused, then took another sip. “Nice.”
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Avel and Kaze hadn’t even made it halfway down the alley before she spoke.
“So…”
“No.” Avel said instantly, not even looking at her.
Kaze smirked. “I was just going to ask if you wanted food.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Alright, fine.” She admitted, tone teasing. “I was going to ask if you wanted food. But also… you kissed Leo.”
Avel stopped walking.
He slowly turned toward her with a look that could kill lesser beings.
“I. Did. Not.”
Kaze arched her brow. “I watched it happen.”
“He fell on me!” Avel hissed, his voice strangled with mortification. “His dumb face collided with mine. That’s not a kiss!”
She burst into laughter, the kind that echoed down the alleyway and made Avel’s ears flatten harder.
“Admit it, you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m infuriated.”
“Uh-huh.” She drawled, catching up to him easily when Avel swiftly turned around to walk off. “That’s why your ears are so red?”
“They are not red.”
“They’re absolutely red.”
Avel groaned loudly, dragging his hands down his face as if he could claw the memory out of his brain. “Why did I come? Why did I let you talk me into this?”
Kaze softly smiled, placing an arm around his shoulder. “Come on, you’ve gotta admit… it was kinda cute.”
Avel looked like he was genuinely considering throwing himself into traffic.
“Kinda cute? It was an ambush. A face ambush. With lips.”
Kaze glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a small knowing smile pulling at her lips. “Still… you didn’t push him that hard after.”
He faltered for half a step, ears twitching again.
Let's force Leo to wear dress (maid outfit, gothic lolita, maybe lingerie, you choose)
Leo (blushing): WHAT?! WHY?!
Me: To see the reaction of three candidates who you feel affection, crush, or sexual attraction.
Leo: Wait, three candidates? Who are you... Oh no😨
Me: That's right... Here they are, Avel, Ronin and Adriaen! Let's see their reaction and who is gonna have nosebleed first or at all👃🩸!
Leo: No! I refuse to humiliate himself into some pervy weird contest! You're not gonna make me-ack!
Me: Sorry but those are rules. Not my fault you have body to make fall in love not just girls, but boys too. Not to mention you slay in those dresses. Now hurry up and get dressed up loverboy. Your men are waiting.
Leo: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!😫
(Now let's the reaction of Avel, Adri and Ronin, I wanna see some blush and hopefully a nosebleed. It's an anime classic. This is gonna be fun😈)
strange request but aight—
Warnings: None really. Ronin’s a little suggestive and mentions lingerie but that’s it
When Adriaen had first heard the strange commotion coming from Leo’s room, he didn’t think much of it. Honestly, weird sounds coming from the red slider’s space weren’t exactly new. Leo had a knack for chaos, whether it was training routines gone wrong, late-night prank attempts, or talking to himself in overly dramatic monologues when he thought no one was listening.
But this? This sounded different.
Every time Adriaen passed by the door today while he was shuffling around doing his own thing, there were muffled crashes, grunts, or… something that sounded like distressed muttering. It was getting harder to ignore.
Finally, curiosity, and concern got the better of him.
He marched up to Leo’s room and, without thinking, yanked aside the hanging curtain that served as a makeshift door. “Leo? Are you okay—?”
His sentence froze in his throat.
There, in the middle of the room, was Leo. Wide-eyed. Stiff. Dressed from neck to toe in what could only be described as a frilly, overly elaborate maid outfit, complete with a lace-trimmed apron, puffed sleeves, and a ridiculous headband that barely stayed on his blue bandana.
Adriaen blinked. Slowly.
Leo spun around like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes frantic and face flushing a deeper shade of red than Raph’s mask. “It’s not what it looks like!” He blurted, hands shooting up defensively. Sweat visibly dripped from his face as he tried to shield himself from judgment that hadn’t even been spoken yet.
Adriaen just stared.
Then, calmly, almost too calmly, he asked, “Is… is this what you’re into now or something?”
Leo looked offended at the suggestion. “No!”
Adriaen exhaled through his nose, giving his longtime friend a tired, almost amused look as he rubbed at his temples. “Look, man, it’s cool if you are. Seriously. No judgment. I mean, I’ve seen weirder. I live with you.”
Leo groaned, dragging a hand down his face in absolute humiliation as he sulked away, flopping dramatically onto his bed with a frilly skirt puffing up around him. “No, seriously! I’m not into this. I was forced to wear it!”
Adriaen arched a brow. “By who? Donnie?”
Leo scowled. “No! …I mean, maybe? I don’t know!”
“…You don’t know?” Adriaen asked, his voice now tinged with amusement and suspicion.
The red slider flailed his arms. “I woke up like this, dude! It was Donnie’s AI or maybe Hypno’s doing? Or one of Raph’s nightmares made real, I don’t know! All I know is someone is going to pay for this.”
Adriaen snorted, covering his mouth to keep the laugh in but failing miserably. “You’re gonna go fight someone dressed like that?”
Leo paused.
“…You know what? I might.”
He stood, tried to pose dramatically, then immediately tripped over the hem of the skirt, falling flat on his face.
Adriaen winced as the sound echoed through the room. “Oof.”
He stepped inside, crouching beside the crumpled maid turtle and resting a hand gently on Leo’s shell. “Need help?” He offered, voice tinged with both sympathy and amusement.
“I hate everything…” Leo mumbled into the floor.
Adriaen chuckled softly, patting his shell again through the fabric as he crouched closer. “Well, at least you look cute while doing it.”
Leo’s body locked up.
The hand on his shell, the compliment, and the outfit combined into a three-hit combo of mortification. Heat exploded across his face like wildfire.
Adriaen, oblivious, or perhaps not entirely, continued casually, voice soft. “Want me to help you take it off or something?”
“No!” Leo yelped, instantly springing upright, arms flailing and cheeks glowing like brake lights.
Both of them froze.
Adriaen blinked at him. “...Okay. That was a bit dramatic.”
Leo blinked at himself. “...I didn’t mean it like that.”
They both stared.
Adriaen coughed into his hand, trying to ignore the tension crackling in the air. “Right. Uh. I’ll just… leave you to it, then?”
“No! Wait—” Leo reached out, then realized he was still in the outfit and yanked his hand back like it burned. “I mean—if you see Donnie… tell him I know what he did.”
Adriaen gave a crooked grin as he backed toward the curtain. “Sure. And I’ll also tell him you’re looking for a new career change.” He briefly teases, chuckling as Leo playfully picked up a pillow and chucked it at Adriaen who ran off, his soft laughter echoing throughout the lair.
When Avel received word from Leo of all turtles, he couldn’t help but be suspicious. The frantic, typo-riddled text messages practically screamed desperation, but not the life-threatening kind, no, more like Leo’s version of panic, which often involved exploding soda cans or failed prank retaliation schemes.
He stared at the messages…
[11:42 AM] Leo: Avel I need you
[11:43 AM] Leo: Dude. DUDE. Come over I’m serious this time
[11:44 AM] Leo: Not a prank. I swear on my bandana. HELP.
Avel raised an unimpressed brow.
Yeah, right.
He casually tossed his phone on the counter and headed toward the fridge for a drink, choosing to ignore the chaos. Whatever nonsense Leo got himself into, he’d get himself out of. He always did.
Unbeknownst to Avel, his sister Kaze passed by and noticed his phone lighting up. She peeked at the messages, lips pursing in concern. She and Avel were close, he trusted her with his phone, and she had no problem stepping in when she thought he was being a little too chill about something.
“Whoa, Avel. Have you seen these texts? Leo really needs you.” She said, holding the phone up.
“I’m sure he can handle it.” Avel said with a shrug, sipping his drink. “It’s probably about some dumb bet he lost.”
Kaze narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Without hesitation, she typed out a quick message and hit send.
“I told Leo you’re coming over. Go help him and be a nice friend.” She announced with all the authority of an older sibling who refused to be argued with.
Avel groaned under his breath, muttering something unrepeatable. “Fine…”
He shut the fridge, walked back over, and gently took his phone from her hand with a sigh. “You owe me.”
And with that, he headed out the door toward the lair.
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The moment Avel stepped foot into the lair, he knew something was off. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but the fur on him tingled.
There were… candles? He paused, sniffing the air.
Lavender?
“Leo?” He called out, walking further in. “This better not be a séance...”
No response. Just a muffled thump and the sound of fabric rustling.
He reached Leo’s room and pushed aside the familiar curtain.
And what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.
There, in the middle of the room, stood Leonardo, fearless, cocky, disaster of a leader—dressed in a full gothic Lolita dress. Black lace. Frills. Corset. A skirt that flared dramatically with ruffled petticoats. Elbow-length gloves. And to top it all off, a matching black parasol tucked awkwardly under one arm and his usual bandana clashing terribly with the entire ensemble.
Leo slowly turned, eyes widening in sheer horror as he locked onto Avel.
“Don’t say a word.” Leo warned, pointing the parasol at him like a sword.
Avel blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then he had to turn away, deadpanned ever. “I’m leaving.” He began, but Leo whined, begging for the rabbit to not leave him like this.
“I told you it was serious! I need your help!”
“What part of this is serious? You look like you got cursed by a fashion-forward ghost!”
“It is a curse!” Leo hissed, stomping forward and nearly tripping over the skirt’s hem. “Or a prank. Or blackmail. I don’t know! I woke up like this! And it won’t come off!”
“Leo… I have never seen you look more miserable. Or more like a haunted porcelain doll.”
Leo groaned, turning his back to him. “Just help me get it off.” He begs once more, face blushing as he tried to not look too embarrassed by this whole situation.
Avel took a slow, deep breath, hand braced against the doorframe as he tried to process the sheer absurdity of what he was seeing. A part of him, okay, a large part, wanted to laugh. Loudly. Rudely. To take out his phone and immortalize this moment forever.
But then there was Leo. Red in the face, frilly skirt swishing with every tiny movement, glaring with all the fire of a cornered animal trying to preserve the last shred of its dignity.
“I swear, if this is some elaborate plan to lure me into a dress too, I’m walking into traffic.”
Leo groaned and slumped onto his bed, hands dramatically gripping the black ruffles of his skirt. “Do I look like I’m enjoying this?! This thing has layers, Avel. It’s like I’m being strangled by a lacy demon.”
Avel raised a brow. “Honestly? You look like you lost a bet with a Victorian vampire.”
Leo flopped backward, parasol rolling off the bed. “Okay. Fair.”
The silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the gentle hum of the lair and Leo’s quiet, defeated breathing. Avel finally sighed, walking into the room fully and kicking the parasol out of his way.
“You weren’t kidding, huh? It really won’t come off?”
Leo lifted his head and glared. “Does it look like I’d choose to dress like a gothic anime side character on a Tuesday morning?”
“…Actually?” Avel smirked. “Given your flair for the dramatic…”
“Avel.”
“Okay, okay..” Avel's ears twitched as he walked over. “From the top, and more calmer for me. What happened exactly?”
“I woke up like this.” Leo muttered, sitting up and tugging at the frills around his waist. “One second I’m sleeping in my hoodie, then I wake up and I’m in this. And it won’t come off no matter how hard I try.”
“…So, you’re locked inside a haunted dress…?” Avel deadpanned.
Leo nodded slowly, shamefully.
Avel couldn’t help it. He snorted.
“I can see your enjoying this.” Leo muttered, glaring with red cheeks.
“You should’ve just called Kaze. She’d have you unzipped and sewn out of that thing in five seconds flat. Or you could’ve asked Donnie.”
Leo visibly paled. “He doesn’t know. You don’t tell him. Got it?”
“Oh, so you can whine and beg for help, but the moment I suggest someone actually useful—”
Leo threw a pillow at him. “I swear on my bandana, Avel, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll make you spar in this dress.”
“Put me in this and I’ll actually cut you.”
Leo huffs, frowning but he seemed to understand that Avel was serious.
Avel finally took pity on him and crouched beside the bed. “Alright…let’s try and see what I can do.”
Leo blinked. “Really?”
Avel nods, his ears dropping down in focus.
Leo practically melted with relief, slumping forward. “Thank you. Seriously.”
As Avel worked, carefully avoiding the ruffles as if they might bite him, Leo watched him in silence. Then, after a moment…
“…You’re not gonna take a picture, right?”
Avel didn’t look up. “I’m not Donnie.”
A pause.
“But also… you really do look like a haunted porcelain doll.”
“Well, well…” Ronin drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned against the frame of Leo’s makeshift door. His gaze slowly swept from the top of Leo’s flushed face to the scandalous black straps and lace clinging to his form. “If I knew you were inviting me over for this, I would’ve brought wine.”
His smirk widened as he crossed his arms, leaning into the doorframe like he owned the place.
Leo’s face went crimson, deeper than it had any right to go for a shade of green. “Shut up.” He snapped; voice laced with a brittle mix of anger and humiliation. He grabbed Ronin by the front of his plastron and yanked him into the room before any passing soul, especially a brother or long-time crush, could see what was going on. “Just help me already.”
Ronin stumbled in with a little laugh, blinking as Leo all but slammed the curtain shut behind him. “Touchy.” He muttered, letting himself be pulled before falling backwards onto Leo’s bed. He lay there for a moment, arms spread like a lounging prince, then tilted his head up lazily to look at the turtle looming over him.
Even Ronin had to blink twice.
Leo stood there stiffly, arms crossed over his chest like it might hide the lacy disaster he was wearing. The black lingerie clung to him embarrassingly well. Mystic silk, maybe even Big Mama’s design, with garter straps and delicate floral embroidery lining the semi-sheer fabric. His usual confident stance was cracked under the pressure of sheer mortification, his shoulders stiff and jaw clenched tight.
Ronin whistled, low and appreciative. “You always this dramatic, or is this a special occasion?”
Leo glared daggers at him. “Ronin.”
That shut him up, mostly. He still had that smug glint in his eye, but he sat up slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Alright, alright. So… do I even want to know how you ended up in this mess?”
Leo’s face contorted, shame and frustration battling it out across his features. He gestured vaguely to his body. “I woke up like this.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “I don’t even know. But every time I try to take it off, I can’t take it off me!”
Leo’s face twitched with frustration as he looked down at the sheer black fabric once more, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “It’s cursed or rigged or something!” He grumbled, dragging a hand down his face. “I’ve tried cutting it off, pulling it off, but it just resets. And it zaps me when I get too aggressive with it.”
Ronin blinked. “It zaps you?”
“Like a freakin’ taser!”
That got a snort out of the rogue turtle, but he quickly stifled it when Leo’s glare turned murderous.
Ronin leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head to the side. “So, let me get this straight. You woke up in lingerie. It’s mystically bonded to you. And now I’m the lucky guy you call to… what? Unstrap you?”
Leo groaned so hard it echoed through the room, shoulders slumping as he turned away. “Don’t say it like that. Just look at it. See if you can figure out what the hell’s going on.”
Ronin hummed thoughtfully, rising from the bed. He took a step closer, and Leo instinctively stepped back.
“Relax Bluey.” Ronin said, voice oddly calm now, less teasing. “I’m not gonna snap a picture or write a poem about this. You’re lucky I’m not charging you.”
Leo shot him a look. “If you charge me, I’m throwing you out in this outfit.”
“…Kinky.” Ronin smirked again, but this time there was a bit more playfulness than smugness behind it. He walked around Leo slowly, inspecting the fabric
Leo shuddered at his circling. Felt like he was being undressed by Ronin’s eyes alone.
“You know…” He paused, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Maybe whoever put you in this thought you’d look good in it.”
“Ronin.” Leo’s tone held a warning.
“Right, right. Serious now.” Ronin said, lifting his hands. “But if I’m going to try and disable this thing, I need to touch you.”
Leo blinked. “What?”
Ronin gently ghosted his fingers low on Leo’s hip, barely touching under the lace.
Leo looked down at him. His face was red now, jaw tightening like it might break under the pressure of what he was about to allow.
But after a moment of silence, he let out a deep, reluctant sigh. “Just… do it quickly.”
“Oh, I’m very efficient.” Ronin said, crouching down in front of him with a focused glint in his eyes now, a playful tone fading just enough to be replaced by something quieter, more sincere. “Hold still. This’ll tingle.”
“Ronin—"
“Not like that.”
Leo stood rigidly, watching as Ronin placed two fingers gently near his hip. That made Leo shudder involuntarily.
“Relax…” Ronin said again, softer this time. “Breathe.”
