#bagel!au

[selenelavellan]

@umerue said: “I have Falon'Din’s vallaslin. I am clearly evil.” ROFL. Now I mentally vision Evil Ex and Evil Twin hiding behind garbage chutes and running surveillance on our poor, sweet lovers.

Well, I have a new crackship.

Bagel!Falon’din belongs to @feynites

[bushido-bunny]

Bagel AU

((So essentially, I wrote this for @katanashipping quite some time ago and never got around to posting it. They had said that they are so invested in this ship that even a Bagel AU would be satisfying. So I made this. Enjoy.))

Leonardo had managed to cook the bagels he was preparing for lunch without so much as a spark from his oldest nemesis, the toaster. He considered this a great success as far as his culinary skills were concerned and noted it as a good omen for things to come. He looked up from his diligent spreading of cream cheese on the golden brown breads when the tea kettle on the stove began to whistle loudly. He pulled two small cups from the cupboard and poured one for himself and one for the ronin who had come to visit with his family.

The blue-clad terrapin placed the cups of tea, along with the bagels, onto a small wooden tray which he carried out into the living area where his old friend was sitting on the couch and curiously pressing buttons on the black remote control, each change of the channel bringing a satisfied smirk to the rabbit’s lips as he slowly learned how to manipulate the strange device.

“Usagi-san.” His voice held the slightest hint of amusement and the call had alerted the samurai to his presence, Usagi’s head turning to greet him as he sat down on the couch next to him. “I made some lunch. Would you care for a bagel?”

The rabbit eyed the presented food somewhat suspiciously, never quite certain what to expect from the cuisine of this planet, but he nodded lightly and picked up the bread with his claws. “Hai, Leonardo-san. I appreciate your hospitality, but you need not trouble yourself on my behalf, my friend.” The statement was dismissed with a wave of Leo’s hand, “It’s not a trouble at all Usagi-san.”

Usagi lifted the food up to his snout, sniffing a few times. It certainly smelled pleasant enough. He took a cautious bite, savoring the fruit flavored bread and cream. His attention flitted back to his companion when Leonardo began to chuckle lightly, it would seem that however cautious he may have been, it did not stop cream cheese from catching onto the fur above his lip.

The shinobi reached forward, gently wiping away the clinging cream with the pad of his thumb, smiling softly at the way that the samurai’s brow raised slightly in response. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity, each of them feeling an anxious fluttering in their chests, which had become all too common around the other, especially when the invisible boundaries that were set around them were breached, however innocent the touches may be.

After a time, Leonardo cleared his throat, preoccupying himself by picking up his steaming cup of tea, an act which Usagi quickly copied. The warriors sat in silence as they sipped on the hot drink until finally the older male cleared his throat, “Arigato gozaimasu, Leonardo-san… This “bagel” is quite delicious.” With those simple words, Leonardo breathed a little easier, the formal walls they had constructed around their relationship were back in place and seemed undamaged, regardless of his actions. It was far more comfortable this way. “Dou itashi mashite, Usagi-san. It is not much, but I am glad you enjoy it.”

The ronin gave the turtle a brief nod and a warm smile before taking another, much larger bite of the treat.

[monicashipscoliver]

(that other bagel!au no one asked for. @ramblesandreblogs posted hers first, so fair is fair. She’d be mad if I backed out of posting mine as well haha. Hers is way better! Btw they are actual bagels. Do with that what you will lol)

Oliver is the most beautiful bagel Connor has ever seen. He has everything, and his edges are perfectly round. His center hole is just the right size. Connor couldn’t help but imagine what he would look like lightly toasted and covered in cream cheese. He crumbles slightly at the thought, barely holding himself together.

But then the sadness sinks in. The self-loathing. The realization that a bagel as perfect as Oliver deserves to be on the same plate as another everything bagel, or a cinnamon roll. Connor is neither of those things. Connor’s just a plain bagel.

Connor knows his way around the center hole. He’s been tossed around with many other bagels in his time. He’s not ashamed of it. But he doubts that particular skill set will win him the attention of Oliver, at least for long. And even if it did, Connor isn’t sure that’s what he wants.

He wants more than a quick roll around with Oliver. He wants to be beside him for life.

It’s an accident, one day, Connor is trying to roll from one side of the display case to the next, hoping to be just a small step closer to Oliver, to bask in his freshness, when Connor slips and topples from the shelf to the floor.

He shivers a little, edges crumbling. It’s cold and dark and dirty down here. He’s not alone, there’s a few other bagels in the shadows, long forgotten by the rest.

Connor rolls away from them at first, thinking he should be afraid, but they welcome him with open slices and Connor quickly finds a home. They are kind here. They’ve all fallen, they say. Everyone falls eventually, they say. Only a matter of time, they say.

Connor shakes his bagel body. Not my Oliver, he tells them. He’s too perfect to fall.

But the next moment, the next instant, and everything bagel plummets to the ground.

Connor rolls to him, afraid to hope, afraid more, if it is Oliver, that he fell in accident and left his friends.

It’s Oliver, Connor realizes as he rolls upward, looking as perfect under the warming lights as he does here on the ground.

Connor! he says excitedly.

And Connor pauses. When did Oliver learn his name?

I was so worried, Oliver explains. I thought I’d never see you again.

Me? Connor questions. You want to see me?

Of course! Oliver says, edges singeing a little in obvious embarrassment. It’s the most beautiful thing Connor has ever seen.

Later, Connor finds that Oliver has loved him from the start, for nearly as long as Connor has loved him. Together, much later after many nights spent awake talking and loving for real, they discover that a slice of everything bagel is perfect with a slice of plain bagel beneath it, especially when separated with a light spread of cream cheese.

For now, however, they spend their time rolling in circles around each other. Happy. Together. Home.