Welcome to the Shadow Leo au :D
It's a lotta text, but I don't know if I'll make a fic for this au. It'll probably be a lotta fics and doodles. Asks are encouraged :D
When Splinter explodes Draxum's lab, a crystal Draxum wanted to experiment that held a bunch of shadow power, dropped on Leo, fusing him into shadows. He can only appear where there is shadow, so he can't go outside alone or in really bright rooms.
He can choose whether to be visible or not in a shadow he occupies, so if he's around strangers, he stays hidden.
Because of all the light from the explosions, he hides in Donnie's shadow as Splinter leaves. He doesn't show himself to anyone outside of Donnie for a long time. It's only when they're toddlers that they speak. Leo's speaks first and scares the hell outta Donnie. His voice has a bit of an echo-reverb tone, but otherwise normal.
Donnie tries to show everyone, but eventually let's Leo explain that he's scared of meeting everyone. He grew up with Donnie, they know all about each other and their triggers and such. Leo doesn't have that familiarity with the others and he's scared of breaking down in front of them.
When Donnie brings April to the lair, Leo is excited at the prospect of meeting someone who is also an outsider. When she and Donnie hang out in the lab, Leo shows himself to her. She tries to punch him, she just bruises her knuckled on the wall. Over the years, April, Donnie, and Leo become an indestructible trio.
The fam still doesnt know about Leo when they break into Draxum's lab. Draxum immediatly notices Leo in the shadows and gathers all his mystic crystals to try and break his shadow powers. On of the crystals he hits Leo with grants him the ability to emerge from the walls, though his still looks all shadowy.
Leo still chooses to hide in Donnie's shadow, though he ventures out on his own a bit more now that he can hold swords and stuff. Leo still steals the odachi from Draxum, but his use of it is limited to only slicing, though if Donnie swings it, Leo can influence the portals if he's connected to Donnie's shadow.
[Sidenote: when the brother unlock their Ninpo, Leo unlocks his as well, granting him ability to use his portals himself. He can also do the funky teleportation thing.]
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Leo's out on his own one night when he see's Usagi hanging around the turtle fam's lair. He appears to the rabbit and surprisingly, the rabbit doesnt freak out. Usagi and Leo are quick friends. Leo tells Donnie about Usagi and convinces Donnie to meat the rabbit and eventually, Usagi becomes an honorary turtle, just like April.
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(Leo is still Casey's future sensei, but by then they had found something, a charm or a potion, that made him physical. When Casey asks about him, Donnie avoids eye contact, but everyone else is confused.)
(The key is snatched by the foot clan because Raph couldn't get to it fast enough. Leo tries to blame himself because if he wasn't so scared he could have used his portals to get it. Donnie won't let him blame himself, and neither will anyone else when they finally meet him.)
During the movie events, Leo connects to Raph's shadow when Mikey and Donnie get flung off. He makes himself physical and pushes Raph toward his brothers. He also snatches Raph's wrist comm. Raph is too panicked to consider what just happened and jumps off to catch his brothers.
He shouts for CJ to close the portal. Casey immediatly follows the command shouted by his sensei's voice before he can process it. Leo stays physical long enough to keep Kraang distracted, then ducks into the shadows.
With the whole Prison Dimension being basically one big shadow, Leo is able to stay hidden after the portal closes. He doesnt heal in the shadows, but his inuries don't worsen. It takes about a year until Leo finds his sword and portals himself home.
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Donnie, April, and Usagi are all a fucking wreck in a way no one understands, no matter how much they explain Leo and his predicament. Raph explains that he was pushed by a shadow and Donnie breaks down on the spot. Because even though Leo would never meet the fam, he'd still sacrifice himself for them.
For months, Donnie begs Casey Jr to tell him how Future Mikey opened a portal, but CJ won't say anything past explaining how it killed Future Mikey.
Donnie doesn't stop looking for any sign of Leo, but after months he has no choice but to move on. Leo's sword was put in a glass, guarded case after Donnie tried to use it to portal to Leo.
Sometimes Donnie sits in a dark corner and talks to himself.
Then one day, the alarm attached to Leo's sword goes off. Everyone thinks it's Donnie trying to portal again, but they all rush in to see a shadowy Leo injured, on the ground. Donnie breaks down on the spot, but tries to pull himself together enough to help with bandaging what they can see of Leo's wounds.
Leo wakes up to his family around him and finally lets himself meet the rest of his brothers.
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Happy 30k to one of my favorite writers!!! You’re seriously so incredible and passionate and I love your work so so much.
Sleepover request if you feel so inclined: Bill Weasley and either sex pollen, werewolf shenanigans, or having to sneak around 12 Grimmauld Place
Cheers!
okay this was literally me reading all your different ideas
but I went with sex pollen and it turned out super long! and I had to rewrite it twice!
warnings: normal sex pollen stuff like dub con and rough sex, plus overstim, cheating, and creampie <3
length: 2k
“We can’t,” he kept repeating, more to himself than to you now. “We can’t, we can’t…”
He said it with every panting breath— each breath that made his exposed, sweaty, toned chest rise and fall, each breath that passed through his slack, plush lips…
He was on the floor, across from you, where you’d fallen when standing had become too much; he leaned his back against the wall, and kept an arm draped carefully over his lap where you knew a bulge must have been threatening to burst through his corduroys— if this was affecting him at all like it was affecting you, which it looked like it was, considering you were both laying on the potion room floor.
Because this was where it all began: it was your idea to mess with some rare ingredients for fun after a long day of curse breaking, and you had to invite your favorite-coworker-turned-best-friend, because you did damn near everything together. Everything, except the thing you couldn’t stop thinking about now.
He knew right away what you’d (accidentally) made, and what it would do to the two of you just from breathing the fumes. He tried to warn you, but once it started there was no way to stop it— we just need to ride it out, he’d said, but remembering that while you looked at him now just made you thinking about riding him.
“We can’t,” he panted again, his prayer.
“Right,” you agreed, eyes running up and down his form as you felt his stare all over you. “We can’t… why can’t we, again?”
He smiled a little, barely having the energy to laugh, and you just wanted to lick his teeth. What’s gotten into me?! “We… we’re coworkers,” he reminded you. “We shouldn’t.”
“Well, it happens. Two of our coworkers are fucking already.”
His eyes widened. “Which ones?”
“I’ll tell you if you touch me.”
“Damn it,” he groaned. “It’s not just that— we’re friends. Really good friends. It’s not… it could mess things up with us.”
“Uh huh,” you nodded, even though you didn’t really care about whatever crap he was coming up with— another pang of need hit you between your legs, and your thighs clenched together.
“And then there’s, you know, the boyfriend,” he added.
“Right! Yes, my boyfriend,” you agreed.
“He wouldn’t like it much if we…”
He trailed off, and you nodded. “Yeah,” you sighed, “him. You know, er… that guy…”
Bill sighed; “You forgot his name, didn’t you?”
“I think it starts with a ‘J’...”
He closed his eyes. He was just as desperate as you, but he had enough logic to know that the effects would fade, and you wouldn’t be able to take back what you did under them. And he was much more scared of you regretting this than of getting beaten up by the J-something guy. “Whatever his name is, he… definitely exists,” Bill promised you.
As much as your boyfriend certainly did exist, you just knew that he could never make you feel like it would feel to jump Bill right now— to give in to every filthy desire coursing through your veins. “It hurts,” you whispered.
Bill swallowed, and you watched his throat bob. “Yeah,” he nodded in agreement.
There was a longer silence, and you shut your eyes, and you tried to think of anything else. You tried to ignore the growing patch of wetness in your panties, the heat in the air that clung to your clothes, the way Bill looked with his shirt open to cope with the heat, the way Bill looked at you—
You bit your lip. “Bill,” you said, and he just kept looking at you. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this to you right now.”
He watched you with that heavy, dark stare, and you wanted to drown in it.
“Please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and writhing a bit against the wall. “Don’t. I have a hard enough time saying no to you already, before all this.”
“I know,” you whimpered, “and I know you can take this pain away, Bill, I know you can make it stop— please, I fucking need you right now—”
He shut his eyes tight, he hissed through his teeth, he tightened his fists at his sides and you could swear you saw his hips buck up in the air just a bit.
“I’ll be good— please, I’ll do anything—”
“Shut up,” he demanded.
“I wanted this,” you admitted, finally, “I thought about it. Before now.”
In an instant, he was up and he was dragging you by the ankles to lay flat on the floor, under him. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warned with a growl.
It was like you could feel the vibration of his voice right in your cunt. “Never lied to you, Bill,” you promised, “I just never told you— I thought you didn’t— you never— but I wanted you—”
Before you could finish the thought, not that you’d finished any of those thoughts, he slammed his lips down on yours and kissed you so good that it already felt like a huge wave of relief; you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, desperate for more.
He groaned as his kiss moved to your neck and chest, his hands tearing ferociously at your clothes.
“You’re a better friend than me,” he admitted as he stripped you. “I lied to you, all the fucking time— I wanted you more than anything— been mad for you since the beginning, really— god, if you’d told me…”
“S-sorry,” you whimpered, addicted already to his hands all over you, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties down your thighs but gasping when he snapped them at the side and tossed them away instead. In a second, he had two fingers inside you, then three— you decided it was just the potion making you so wet.
“Pretty cunt,” he decided as he scissored his fingers inside it.
“Fuck, Bill— just fuck me,” you moaned.
“Want you ready first,” he insisted.
You were thankful for the preparation, no matter how hasty it was, when he opened his trousers and got out his aching cock: it was so goddamn thick, if you were any less delirious you’d be afraid it would break you. Instead, you just licked your lips. “Need it in me, Billy, c’mon— need you inside me—”
He still spit on it first, even though you were dripping; maybe he just knew it would drive you just that much more wild.
It was so sudden, how he shoved himself inside you, and in a moment he was balls deep and you were arching your back up off the floor and he was holding your hips as he moaned.
There was nothing patient about it, neither of you could take that: it was rough and fast and desperate, the way he fucked you. With him finally inside you, you had enough wherewithal to start relieving him of his clothes— his vest first, then his shirt which definitely lost a few buttons on your way, and then your feet helped push his trousers down his thighs because you just felt like being skin to skin with him was the only cure. He seemed to agree, with the way he pressed his chest to yours and held you close and kissed you hard; you moaned against his lips until you couldn’t even keep your head up anymore and it fell back to the floor limply.
“You thought about it,” he recalled, “you wanted it.”
You nodded, dazed.
“Was it like this?”
You smiled a bit, shaking your head. “Not quite like this— you’re so sweet, Bill, I thought you’d be sweet with me…”
“I would, fuck, I would’ve,” he promised, “but I can’t slow down— you feel so fucking good, I swear I can’t slow down—”
“No, don’t,” you whimpered, “feels perfect, Bill, fuck me just like this— fuck me like—”
He waited for you to finish, and you just choked on the words.
“Like—”
“Spit it out, then.”
“Like I’m yours,” you blurted out. “Make me yours.”
He grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you down, fucking you even harder, watching you come around his cock— and he still didn’t slow down, not even when you were sobbing and writhing under him with your back arching up off the floor, not even when the only thing you could say was his name, not even when your body could barely take it anymore.
He hardly even slowed down when he came— he did, for a moment, but then he just started up again and came inside you again, and again. Only the fourth time was he totally spent; and you, you were a total mess as he collapsed on top of you, numb inside and out and not even sure what was real and what was a fever dream anymore.
But you were right, the pain was gone. Slowly, but surely, the delirium faded as well, and reality set in.
The longer the silence went on, the more you knew it needed to be broken. “Has it worn off for you, too?” you asked hesitantly, and his breathing changed; he’d almost fallen asleep, you realised, and you sort of regretted waking him.
He lifted his heavy head from your chest, but kept it close as he looked down at you. “I think so,” he breathed, “I hope so, don’t think I could go again if I wanted to.”
Another, much shorter, silence filled the air.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah— a lot better than before.”
He nodded, too, and there was something awkward about it, but not in the way you expected: it was awkward because you were wondering if he felt the same way you did about this.
You could feel his come leaking out of you, even with his cock still inside— there was too much to keep in you, it was literally overflowing, puddling under you. When he tried to pull out, though, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in you— he gave you a quizzical look. “S’gonna hurt,” you frowned. “I’ll be sore, probably for days.”
He seemed to be trying to hide his reaction to that, but you felt his cock flex against your walls. “Have to separate sometime,” he noticed, “some of us have work tomorrow.”
“Both of us have work tomorrow,” you corrected, but that only reminded you both that you worked together and this actually just fucking happened. The lingering question that loomed over your heads grew a bit bigger.
“I… I won’t hold you to anything you said,” Bill offered softly. “You were poisoned. Hopefully your boyfriend will understand that, too.”
You glanced to the side. “Yeah, that he might understand… but how long I’ve been thinking about you? He won’t be as sympathetic to that.”
Bill smiled a bit, looking down at you with the most overwhelming tenderness in his stare. “Tell him tomorrow,” he requested.
“So you can fuck me again tonight?” you assumed.
“No, I— Merlin’s beard, woman!” he widened his eyes. “I just wanted a night’s head start before he comes after me, to set me straight for shagging his girl on the floor! You— again?! What happened to ‘sore for days’?”
You shrugged. “Just wanted to give you a chance to be sweet with me, like you said.”
“You’ll get your sweet lovemaking in three-to-five business days,” he sighed. “My poor cock’s gonna fall off otherwise.”
“Oh please, your ‘poor cock’ had the time of its life today,” you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe, but I would’ve rather been able to fuck you properly, not… like this,” he sighed.
“If this isn’t a proper fucking, I shudder to imagine what is,” you laughed.
“No, I mean— to take my time with you. Savour you.”
“Yeah, like a steak,” you frowned, but he laughed.
“I can tell it’s you again, you’re being mean to me like usual,” he grinned. “I missed it.”
“I can be mean to you in bed, Weasley— that can absolutely be arranged.”
He smirked. “So that’s the last time I’ll get to hear you beg for me?”
Raising your eyebrows, you replied, “I never said that.”
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