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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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Prompt! The turtle of your choice developing a sudden allergy, though he doesn't know what to, and all the rest trying to "help" him figure it out by exposing him to allergens.

Do do do d— OH??? What’s this??

A prompt??

*snatches paper*

“Prompt! The turtle of your choice developing a sudden allergy, though he doesn't know what to, and all the rest trying to "help" him figure it out by exposing him to allergens.

Pt 2: I forgot to add is that the reader or oc is trying to get the others to leave the turtle in question alone”

A/n: ahaaa I seee, now this is interesting. What could it possibly be…? hohohoooo I’m so excited to see this one play out >:)

— Freakout (A Oneshot) 2018 Raph x Reader —

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Raphael Hamato. The biggest in his living clan, the strongest, the gentle giant, who never— ever, got sick. Raphael, who played in the mud as a kid, who didn’t develop any concept of germs until Donnie nonchalantly went on a rant about it.

So when Raphael invincible Hamato let out a sneeze, he didn’t bat an eye. You didnt either, until he sneezed again— and then a third time.

“Are you okay?” You quirked a brow, setting down your DS to glance at him. He waved you off, “I’m fine, sweettart.” He smiled at your nervous look, “no need to wo—“ he cut himself off, shoving his face in his elbow to sneeze again.

“Are you sick??” You shifted your knees beneath you for some extra height, a hand reaching to brush his forehead. Normal— thank god. “You don’t feel like you have a fever, so that’s good.” You muttered, fussing over him just how he did when you two were fighting villains. He laughed lightly, a hand lifting to your head as he smoothed down your hair— calming your nerves.

“Maybe I should get Donnie..?” You suggested, and suddenly Raph’s eyes were wide open— looking everywhere but you, blubbering apologies about the situation and how there was no need to bother his genius brother. As you looked closer, however, his eyes seemed to match his red mask, light pink curving around the edges a little more than it was supposed to.

You shifted uncomfortably, and the thought suddenly occurred to you about his allergy. You began frantically looking around, inspecting the room for any invisible peanuts you may have had. You would have cried if you saw even a Reeces wrapper on your floor. “What are you looking for?” the red clad turtle chuckled, a nervous bite to his tone. “Peanuts.” You said quickly, interrogating your room as you decided to get up, lifting anything that may have been on the ground. “What? Why would those be here? You don’t even like peanuts!” Raph gave an incredulous look, and you whipped around, noting how hoarse he sounded.

Biting your lip, you mulled over in your head how possible it was that your boyfriend would ask for help if he needed it. “You really think you’re ok? I mean— what if there was an allergen in this room?” You walked over to him, sitting back down on your bed and gently leaning against his shoulder. Raph’s arm gently held you closer, petting your hand with care. “if its re—“ he coughed away from you, then cleared his throat, “if its really bothering you, then we can go see Donnie or Leo.”

You paused, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you. “Leo?” Shock hit you as you realized he wasn’t joking. “We’re talking about your brother, right? Leonardo? The one who never takes anything seriously?” The terrapin just laughed, before getting caught in a coughing fit. “Y- er— yeah.” His smile softened, “Leo tends to get really ‘smart’ whenever Im in trouble, it freaks him out. don’t tell him I know, though— its a secret.” He held up a finger to his lips, shooting you a wink. You shook your head knowingly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Only for you.” you muttered, pulling him off your bed and to your door, “lets go— I sweat if theres anything in my room that caused this im gonna chuck it to the moon.”

Raph gave a gentle smile, listening to you rant about him and how sweet he was. He felt warmth seep into his face, getting shy at how much you praised him. He hoped it was nothing serious… his brothers worrying about him always led to trouble.

Without fail.

As you explained the situation to Donnie, his eyes slowly widened, looking around for a quick moment before ushering you two to the living room, blabbering about how urgent it was you figure this out. You didn’t know why he brought you here, considering the ‘urgency’, but you quickly realized what was going on when he pulled up a PowerPoint, making a few calls.

“Based on past events, it has never been often that our dear Raph-a-La succumbs to sickness.” Donnie ranted, pointing to a graph that he totally didnt keep for all of his brothers in the event a health crisis happens “In the event that it does happen..!” He pointed to the side of the graph, labeled ‘level of pain.’ “Its always something bad.”

The purple-clad turtle went on to his audience (consisting of all the family members he had rounded up) and as he showed his PowerPoint presentation, you felt Raph shift next to you.

You looked over, and felt your heart break a little at the sight.

Raph was curled into himself, trying to take as little space as possible on the floor of the projector room. His mouth was crumpled into a wavy line, brows furrowed as his fingers drummed on his arm. Suddenly, you just wanted to know he was okay. You didn’t want to deal with Donatello’s theatrics— or Mikey’s questions, or splinter’s— or Leo’s serious stare towards your boyfriend. You just wanted to cradle Raph’s face in your hands and take all his worries away.

You raised your hand.

“Yes, Y/n. As his partner you no doubt have questions.” Donnie mused, a hand on his chin. “Guys.. can’t we just focus on getting him better?” You gave a weak smile, hoping to draw attention to how uncomfortable the whole charade made Raph.

The tech turtle scoffed, “Do you even know me, Y/n?”

You knit your brows together, your eyes dilating as you silently pleaded for him to wrap it up. “Your ‘puppy dog eyes’ will not work on me.” Donnie rolled his pupils, adding his signature air quotations, “This stuff is important to know! We do this every time Raph is sick and it is mandatory everyone knows what to do in crisis!”

“Its like uhhhh…” His eyes searched the roof, looking for the word, “Lockdow— no. Fire drill!” He gave a little satisfied smile at the end of his claim— you could see April wince at his use of the relation. You couldn’t agree, but you didn’t want to argue on similes, you wanted to rip into him for making Raph uncomfortable.

However, because of your respect for Donnie and value for your non-biological kinship with him, you stayed calm.

“Have you ever wondered if this..” you gestured to his PowerPoint and the gathered family members, “..is the reason you don’t have as many data points on Raph?”

The snapping turtle seemed to sweat-drop, avoiding his genius brother’s accusing gaze. Splinter piped up from his place on the recliner chair, “Are you suggesting he..?” His voice drifted off, but it was clearly voiced as a question.

“Only told you guys when he got really sick because you always freak out?” April checked her nails, having been unfazed by the entire thing. “Oh, yeah he does that all the time.”

Silence.

Ear-bleeding screaming.

The room had erupted, the family (except you two) all yelling at April and each other. “So all my graphs on him are just inaccurate!?” Donnie shouted while Mikey’s voice overlapped, “He’s been holding it inside this whole time that’s so SAAHAHAHAD—“

You watched as the blood drained from Raph’s face. Knitting your brows, you muttered a small apology to him, in which he stiffy replied “Raph’s okay… You only wanted to help..” while you felt bad, your eyes lit up, realizing his symptoms had gone away. He looked in perfect health, despite the small line of tears he had collected.

“Guys oh my god!”

You yelled over everyone, feeling bad as most of them flinched at the loud noise. “Look!” You pointed at your boyfriend, who was trying his best to believe you knew what you were doing. “His symptoms are gone!” You clarified, and when the family went to crowd him — you stepped in front, wagging your finger. “Eh. eh. eh.“ you half-barked, taking a threatening step forward, pointing to Donnie, “Only him.”

The purple turtle gave a smug look to his twin, who scoffed like he suddenly didn’t care. “You may be the best at maintaining his allergies, ‘Nardo, but I’m the scientist.” Donnie exclaimed proudly, before turning to you and his brother, dropping his metaphorical mask. He sat next to Raph, and seeing that they were no longer in crisis mode— everyone seemed to gravitate away, Splinter setting up a movie and Mikey challenging April to some game. Leo lingered a little, eventually walking to the kitchen to make something.

Raph seemed to visibly relax, still fiddling with the edge of his bandana. “Okay,” Donnie said, “Where were you two.”

“My room.” You spoke up, incredibly relieved that you had cleaned before inviting Raph over— you knew Donnie wouldn’t want the ‘crime scene’ fiddled with.

You two worked together to find out what had set Raph off, working at a slower pace with the stress of sickness away. Your boy was mostly free to play with his brothers, except for when you two would test a possible allergen. You were there the whole time, even though Raph told you several times you didn’t have to worry.

Eventually, Donnie noticed white and other dusts slowly falling from a cupboard of yours. He asked, and, upon opening, found a transparent box, different arranges and colors of sediment in little tins— some were spilling everywhere. “What’s this, Y/n?” He showed you the suspicious box, which had clearly been shaken up. “Ah— no!!” You called desperately, noting the containers knocked over and spilled loose. You took the box dejectedly, “My friend got me this.. its samples from different terrestrial planets..”

Donnie furrowed his brow, noting the labels on the different sections. “And a few moons I see…” he noted, squinting at earth’s moon dust. “Would you mind it I took this to my lab?”

“Wait— You don’t think..?” You half laughed, before looking to the fan you had in the corner of your room. “Oh shit.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Donnie announced to the imaginary audience, “I believe… we have our culprit.”

Upon taking it to the lab, Donnie held the moon dust under a microscope, smiling to himself before stepping back to let you see. Your eyes focused in on the lens, and you saw tiny particles, with sharp, jagged edges.

“Imagine having that in your sinuses.” Donnie mused, “you see, because of the jagged nature of Moon dust, most people are allergic, and it can cause many symptoms.” He rattled off, waltzing over to Raph to give the good news and perhaps a temporary respiratory medicine.

You, though?

You were just planning. Planning the absolute tear down of your room via vacuum cleaner.

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A/N: HI!!! I took a lil creative liberty.. but hey! Thats what prompts are all about!! >:) I hope you enjoyed, Raph is the bestest boy and as someone who sees him like a big brother, I love writing about him.

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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Double Donnie

"So, fellow Donatello. I have a query for you."

"Sure." Donnie drops a bit of the "ooze", as they call mutagen in this dimension, into the chemical compound.

"Why bio-chemistry as your science of choice?" Donald leans hazardously close to Donnie's project. "Because I noticed that it holds you back from making some truly incredible tech otherwise by dividing your time and practice, and I can't figure out why anyone would ever do that to themselves."

"You do chemistry too, I've seen it."

"Yeah, as a side-science. Tech and machinery are clearly superior."

"Mm-hmm, sure. Now, back away, would you? There's a good chance this'll explode."

"I am used to explosions."

"This is a chemical explosion."

"Yes, so there will be the lack of my usual shards of metal, and, running screaming from flying pieces of shrapnel!"

"At least we relate on that experience." Donnie adds one more drop of ooze. The mixture bubbles, turns pink, turns red...

POP!

Donnie groans and thunks his head against the worktable.

"There there." One of the robotic arms of Donald's battle shell pats Donnie on the head. "This is simply what happens when you mess with an inferior branch of science."

Donnie lifts his head to scowl at Donald, one of those strange red representations of a bulging vein overlaying itself on his forehead and giving off a faint heartbeat sound. "You're telling me you're a mutant of combined turtle and human DNA made from a mysterious substance, and you didn't want to figure out how all of that worked?!"

"Never had the strong urge, no! Why would I, when I had robots to build!" Donald throws his arms out, and his various pieces of tech surround him in a blink! He smirks at Donnie.

"And I had DNA to test and compounds to make! Our passions went in opposite directions, that's all there is to it! ... Actually, thinking about it, it's very possible this was the multiverses way of balancing the universes, directing us into situations that fostered different passions in different fields. Not that I don't love robotics, of course, but I find myself in a lot more situations where my bio-chemistry comes in handy."

"And I, my beautiful beautiful tech."

"Fascinating. Even though our interests are nurtured from the time we're too young to know what situations we'd deal with, we both ended up with our interests perfectly suited to what we'd need most when we became heroes. This implies some level of existence of Fate, which, come to think of it, if further supported by the many consistencies across universes-"

"Sorry, the many?"

"There's a version of us that lives in the year 1987. We don't need to talk about them right now. Their Raph sounded a lot like me and I still don't know how I feel about that."

"You have a lot of feelings, so I'm not surprised that they become hard to differentiate from each other."

"Yeah, well, a complex mind breeds complex emotions."

"That is not the case."

"Anyway, if I wasn't passionate about bio-chemistry, I would never have been able to make retromutagen and stop the Kr- uh, the... other guys. If you didn't have your passion for tech, well, same story! Sort of."

"Let's not talk about that ever again actually."

"Sorry."

"Wait, is that what you're doing there? Creating a reversing agent to the oozequitos?"

"I'm hoping to. I just, feel bad for some of the people your Mikey told me about. Plus, it's pretty nice when the people who want to kill you aren't incredibly strong mutants."

"I don't know how much that'll matter here, honestly. Also, this seems dangerous to have around us. I'd rather not suddenly turn back into a regular turtle."

"Relax, it doesn't even work yet. I'm really having trouble adjusting to the laws of this universe. Did you know that your April took me to her high school the other day? No-one batted an eye!"

"Ah yes, your humans are much more likely to scream, and point, and shout about 'Oh no, horrible hideous monsters!'."

"Thank you for the reminder," Donnie grumbles. "That's another reason I pursued bio-chemistry. When I was young I hoped I could possibly find a way to turn my brothers and I human as well."

Donald tenses up, his face twisting into disgusted horror. "You... want to be human?!"

Donnie scoffs. "Um, yeah? Like I said, our dimension is a lot less friendly to us. We can't even go out in the daytime unless there's something bigger going on, like millions of rats swarming."

"... Has that happened to you?"

"More than once."

"Your dimension sounds like the worst place to ever exist. But aside from that, explain why you want to be human other than wanting life-essential sunlight and vitamin D intake."

"Well, to go to school sounds nice. Connecting with other scientists. Meeting people besides my brothers and humans we know because of kidnappings and their attempted vigilante careers. Generally having the same opportunities that a human does?"

"I see, I see. But you're stronger than a human in your dimension, right?"

"Yeah."

"And faster?"

"I suppose..."

"So what's the problem?"

"Wh- what's your problem?! You don't feel like a freak?!"

"Not really, no."

"How- we- we have shells! And our hands only have three fingers! And we're green!"

"I don't understand, now you're just pointing out the obvious. Ooooh, wait, you're listing things that make us different from humans."

"Yes!"

"I don't know if I'm equipped to handle this, actually, because I find your train of thought very hard to follow here. May I direct you to Mikey, or perhaps the cloaking brooch shop?"

"... The what?"

"Cloaking brooch. They're used by Yokai to disguise as humans and live amo-"

"YOU HAVE A WAY TO MAKE ME LOOK HUMAN?!" Donnie bolts out of the room.

Donald blinks after him, and then taps his forearm screen. "Angelo, I think Other Donnie may need one of your Doctor personas to pay him a visit. Yeah, yeah apparently he deeply hates himself for being a mutant. I know, I don't get it either. Anyway I think he's tearing the lair apart trying to find a cloaking brooch. No, I don't know if he's touching your kiiiii- oh, no, he is, he's going through the kitchen cupboards. Try not to kill him."

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fearthetallman · 8 months

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Krang Pie Chapter 5

Warnings: gore, torture, krang cooked alive

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Chapter 5

When Mikey returned to his room the next day and pulled out the krang, it was still writhing around. The wound had stopped bleeding and the stump already began to heal. Still, it squirmed around as when he had first cut it off.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” he asked it. “Or are krangs just really sensitive to pain?”

It glared at him, face contorted in agony. “You blithering idiot. Even if my limb was detached, I still feel a connection to it. We evolved that trait so we could keep track of the split one.”

That was something he hadn’t considered when he bit the krang. It would just grow into a new one. Did he have a little krang squirming around his intestines? He was so stupid. Was revenge really worth losing himself? But he didn’t let it show as he talked to it. “So what? That happened hours ago.”

“Are all earthlings so dense? Surely you know what happens when food enters your stomach.” It groaned in pain.

The dots connected in Mikey’s head. The krang was being digested alive. Maybe he didn’t need the serum.

He picked up the chef’s knife he had brought in once before. Flashbacks to how sick he felt before made his hands tremble. This was so gross.

Think of the prison dimension he told himself. Leo finally making it home. Hugs from everyone. Tears. But as soon he let go, a spike goes through Raph. He’s dead. The krang stab both me and Donnie. Leo is so in shock he can’t even say anything. The krang comes up behind him.

“It’s all your fault,” it says.

And Leo would believe it.

How many times had Leo lived through that? How much guilt did he carry? Compared to that, getting his hands a little dirty wasn’t that bad. His grip tightened on the knife.

The krang sat up. “What are you doing? I hope you don’t think that pathetic little blade intimidates me. You’ll need much more than that to kill me.” He couldn’t tell if it was bluffing or genuinely that arrogant.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

It was getting a little easier to reach inside the cage this time. The krang was growing so big there was little space for it to escape to. He grabbed it by its fat pink arm to hold it in place as he sliced through another limb. His initial cut wasn’t strong enough to sever so he needed to saw it back and forth. It gushed blood out with a wet SPLAT, oozing out from the wound. It was not quick or painless. The krang screeched as he worked, cursing him in languages he couldn’t understand.

He cut almost all the way through, only a bit of flesh dangling onto the tentacle before he gave up with the knife. He grabbed the almost severed limb and yanked. It tore away with another shriek and the cage fell backwards, crashing onto the ground. For a second, Mikey worried it might have busted the cage door open. But it remained clasped closed. Then he worried he might have made too much noise. He peeked out of his room to see if anyone had heard. No one was even around. Everyone had grown much more secluded after the krang attack, staying in their rooms more often than before. He had nothing to worry about.

The tentacle squirmed in hand, wriggling until it slipped out from his hand. It landed on the ground with a wet thud. It writhed around and for a moment he was worried it was trying to escape. But watching it a bit longer he realized it had no idea what direction it was going, only squirming as muscle memory.

He wasn’t sure he could eat it now that it had been on the floor. Although he hadn’t been very eager to taste the rubbery, greasy meat again. Maybe it would taste better cooked? That would surely get rid of the germs.

Mikey pulled out a hot plate he had stolen from Donnie who had been going through an eat-nothing-but-ramen phase. He also had a couple of old pans he kept in here that he was too attached to for him to throw out. They weren't very good, but he really didn't want to risk going out to the kitchen and have the tentacle wriggle somewhere where it wasn't supposed to. He plugged in the hotplate, giving it a bit of time to heat up. Picking up the tentacle, he rinsed it with water from one of the dozens of half empty water bottles he had.

He placed the pan on the hot plate then paused. He didn't have any oil or butter or anything in his room. Maybe he could use water. There was a reason you didn't use water for frying but he couldn't remember it right now. Better than nothing. The water sizzled as it made contact with the heated metal.

He dropped the tentacle onto the pan. As soon as the flesh made contact the krang let out a shriek. At least he knew it wasn't lying about that.

He expected to feel guilty from what he was doing. And maybe he did, just a little. But stronger than that was the glee. The dark joy he got from knowing he was powerful enough to inflict pain on the monster that destroyed his brother's sanity. A pleasurable flame that lit up his heart from the inside out.

Letting the flesh cook, he walked over to the krang. It grimaced and shifted uncomfortably in its cage.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"I've been through worse," it spat.

That ruined his mood. "Fine. Then I guess I'll have to put you through worse."

"Do what you will. A krang will never break." It must have adjusted to the pain. Or maybe the tentacle had fully died and the krang had no more connection to it. He glanced back at the pan. It was burning.

He cried out and ran over, going to flip the charring meat only to realize he had nothing to move it with. Dancing around, he looked around frantically but couldn't find anything. He grabbed the pan itself and flipped it, nearly dropping it again. It landed burnt side up and he saw there was no water left in the pan. That's right, evaporating.

He let it cook a few minutes longer before turning the burner off. It was mostly charred and definitely ruined. He considered throwing it away, but he had no way of explaining it away if it was found in the trash and he wasn't sure if it could still regenerate. So he opened his mouth and dropped it in.

The charred flavor made him grimace but the rest of it wasn't bad. It was tender and crisp at the edges. A much better flavor than raw. Maybe if he cooked it properly, it would actually taste good.

Before he could try again, however, someone called his name, saying everyone was going on a mission. He stored the krang back in the closet, making sure the hot plate was turned off before he ran out.

While they were out and patrolling the city for threats, Mikey couldn’t stop thinking about the krang. How much was he going to have to cut off to keep it from growing too big? What was he going to do with all of it? Maybe if he was able to get some better ingredients it wouldn't be so bad.

While Mikey had still been consistently making food, he’d kind of lost interest in experimenting. He hadn’t tried any new recipes or bought new food for a while. He just couldn’t bring himself to care. But now he couldn't stop thinking about—

"Look there he goes!"

He was snapped out his thoughts by Raph yelling. Looking across the street, he saw Hypnopotamus exiting a store blaring with alarms. Oh and some worm guy was on his shoulder. Everyone else was already leaping into action by the time Mikey processed all this information.

The hippo threw metal disks at Donnie, kicking Raph in the stomach and turned to slam his elbow into Leo. Mikey threw his nunchaku, circling it around the villain. Raph went in for another punch. The hippo jumped aside and the worm guy pulled the line tight, tripping Raph. The sudden force yanked Mikey forward and sent him sprawling on top of his brother.

Raph gently pried Mikey off him and went back to the battle. Mikey shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts clouding his mind. The battle was happening around him, but he felt like an outsider. An observer instead of a participant.

Why was he here again?

He watched as they took the villain down, shouts of defeat and victory muffled in his ears. It reminded him. Reminded him of…

“Leo, please don’t do this.”

“Casey, close the portal.”

His heart froze in time. Leo is disappearing. So is the krang. It’s the only option. It was something Leo has to do. He has to keep it there. He has to sacrifice himself. He has to abandon his family.

Has to abandon Mikey.

“Mikey, heads up!” It took a second for Leo’s voice to register. Too long to avoid the metal disk that came flying at his head. He ducked but not fast enough as it sliced into his skin. Warmth dripped from the wound and fell into his eyes. The disk embeds itself into the wall of the building behind him.

Raph and Donnie rushed over to him while Leo stayed with the now tied up villains.

“Mikey are you okay?” Raph asked, already pawing his little brother with his giant hands.

“Yeah, I’m…” The present clicks back into focus. “I’m fine, it’s a little cut.”

Donnie measured. “Actually, it’s about an inch long so saying ‘little’ is a pretty inaccurate—”

“Not helping, Donnie!” Raph tore off some of the bandage wrapped around his hands and tied it to Mikey’s head. “Are you feeling alright? You seemed kind of distracted.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about…” Leo. Helplessness. Abandonment. The krang. “What to make for supper tomorrow.”

Raph’s face shifted from concern to annoyance. “We were in the middle of a fight! You need to focus or you could get even more hurt than this.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” And he was. He couldn’t let this happen again. Getting his revenge would be useless if it consumed everything in his life.

As they left the villains tied up for the cops, everyone traded jokes as they headed home. But something circled in Mikey's head, turning around and around but never leaving. That day he almost lost Leo. The krang. The krang. The krang. Everyone else had gotten their mind infested with it except for him. It was a coincidence. It had to be. There was no way they purposefully didn't choose him. It just wasn't logical.

But...

He hadn't suffered as much as his brothers had. They had gone through real trauma while he had been protected from the worst of it, again.

When they got home, they ordered pizza as a victory prize. No cooking until later. Mikey forced himself not to think about it too much when he was with his brothers. They deserved his attention. He pushed all the thoughts away and they all had fun like they used to.

But once he was in his room, all the bad thoughts began to overflow.

The krang didn't seem surprised when he pulled it out of the closet. Was it already getting used to this? It seemed slightly bigger than before but not growing at the rate it used to. Looks like he was right.

He pulled out the knife and the krang flinched.

"What's wrong?" He taunted. "Scared?"

The krang puffed out its chest. "Of something like you? Hardly. None of what you've done is even a sliver of the pain inflicted on your brother." It grinned smugly.

The screams that followed, however, were anything but.

He'd cut off three arms this time, finding it a little easier each time he did it. Still, his arm muscles ached and he swiped sweat from his brow. There was a smattering of blood on his arm. Had he got any on his face? He picked up a discarded t-shirt and cleaned himself, scrubbing extra hard at his face. It left sickly brown streaks on the fabric and knew he'd have to throw this shirt away, krang blood or otherwise.

He placed the squirming arms in a dusty old Mason jar he never got around to using. They crawled over each other, one always struggling underneath the other like maggots. He screwed the lid on, just in case.

The kitchen was empty when he entered, Good. He rifled around the pantry and cupboards until he located some cooking oil and basic garlic salt. Best to start off small. He had almost made it back when he bumped into someone. Donnie.

“Oh, hey Mikey. We were just about to watch skateboarding fails, care to join us?”

It was tempting. Watching people fall over was always funny. But he was too excited about his other thing. “Sorry, D. I’m working on some new recipes right now.”

Donnie waved him off unenthusiastically. “Okay, but if you want me to be your test subject, don’t overseason it.”

His definition of “overseasoning” was anything more than salt. “You got it, bro.”

He released a small sigh when he returned unquestioned.

“What’s wrong?” the krang asked. “Fighting off a guilty conscience?”

“No!” he snapped. The krang should be the last creature talking to him about guilt. “Did you feel any guilt when you tortured my brother?”

“Hardly. I quite enjoyed it, actually.”

It wasn’t enough that he cut them once. This time he chopped each in four pieces, feeling a giddy spark each time the krang flinched.

He drizzled oil onto the pan, making sure to cover it entirely. When the flesh was placed into the hot oil, it didn’t even flinch. Looks like the nerves couldn’t move. The krang still groaned. He poked it around, making sure that it didn’t burn. The smell that wafted over was a bit unusual. It had the aroma of chicken with a hint of fish. He hoped it would taste better than it smelled.

After ten minutes, he shut the hot plate off. He had expected the meat to turn brown but instead it was just a darker pink. Sprinkling some garlic salt, he picked up a piece and popped it in his mouth. The skin burst and the sweetness was more subtle than before. Now it was more savory and crunchier. It was easy to chew it and didn’t leave any aftertaste.

Not bad, but he felt he could do better.

He finished off the rest of them and put the krang back in the closet. If he hurried, he might still be able to catch his brothers watching. He needed a little fun.

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ray-the-fanatic · 7 months

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I like how your askthing still says ‘let’s talk ducks’ lmao

Anyway

Tmnt ask: 1,5,17,19,24

And for once I didn’t chose at random xD

| turtle asks

That cause I generally just love ducks they are cute uwu I bought six more rudder ducks my room is more ducks than anything uwu

How did you get into tmnt? From the 90's movies, my mom loved the 90's movie and we watched it often. I have early memories of my older sister and I play out along with Mikey and Donnie when they are dancing to the tequila song. It was often a movie we always would rent when getting movies from Blockbuster too along with Sailor Moon XD. We have some of the 87 series on VHS as well but I always wanted more then I wanna saw the two episodes recorded? so when 4kids started airing commercials for the 03 show? of course I wanted to watch it! And well thats when I got really hooked 03 always gonna be my favorite because of that.

5. If you were a ninja turtle, what color would your mask be?

sadly raph stole my favorite color bitch, so uhhh i dunno lets go with pink??

17. Answered in this ask basically pepperoni XD

19. Give ONE character a gun.

I wanna give it to Leo XD like he already has a dangerous weapon but just take a gun Leo no peace option end it all. If not Leo? than Mikey uwu

24. Roast your favorite character (affectionate)

Raphael: stinky bastard man, throw him into a bath for a week, Or ship him off to sea. Man needs a serious time out, needs a good long think for all his damn crimes. For someone who likes to act like the strong silent type boy sure is always ready to so damn rude and open his beak when he don't need to. He will give you his thought rather you want them or not and mostly because he knows you don't want them. Thinks hes mister tough guy but runs at the sight of a fly and becomes mush often for cute animals. He aint scary he just like a little dog that loves to bark and pick fights.

#ray rambles #ask games #turtle asks

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fabuloustrash05 · 1 year

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no need to answer this, but i wanted to know how in your opinion rise raph and monalisa would meet for the first time!!! i have my version of rise monalisa i get all silly weighing on how they would meet!!!

I’ve actually already discussed this before with how Rise Raph would meet my version of Rise Mona Lisa, but I’ll share it again but with more detail and some dialogue!

The story starts with Raphael and Michelangelo deciding they want to have a fun night out together, big bro little bro bonding time. Mikey convinces Raph to “borrow” Donnie’s Turtle Tank and go for a joy ride in the Hidden City, get some pizza and just goof off and have a fun time. Raph is unsure, but Mikey is able to convince him by giving him his puppy eyes. Out in the Hidden City, Raph and Mikey have a blast driving around in the Turtle Tank, but then they crash. The Turtle Tank is practically destroyed and the two brothers panic. Donnie is going to kill them if he finds out they wrecked his car, so they gotta find someone who can fix it and fast!

Lucky, not too far from where they are, Raph and Mikey find a car repair shop in the Hidden City called “Sal’s Garage”. Pushing the Turtle Tank with all their strength, they bring it to the shop where they meet the owner, a blue tongued skink Yokai named Salvatore, or “Sal” for short. A kind older gentlemen who’s left eye is mysteriously missing (But that’s a story for another day). He greets the brothers and after inspecting the damages of their vehicle, he tells the boys that the vehicle is too advanced and high tech for an old man like him to fix. Raph and Mikey worry that they’ll have to tell Donnie the truth, but they Sal tells them that there is someone else who can help.

“My daughter can probably fix this up for you!” He tells them, “She’s around your age, but she’s very talented in mechanics. Maybe even more talented than me!”

Sal brings the two brothers with him in the back to find her.

“Mona Lisa!” Sal calls out, “Where are you?”

“Up here, Dad!”

Raph and Mikey look up to find up high on a lift, working on a car was a young blue tongued skink yokai girl, wearing dirty cargo pants, a grey tank top and a hot pink head scarf.

“We have some customers with a very interesting car,” Sal tells her, “I think you would love to take a look at it.”

Mona looks up from her work, finally getting a good look at the Turtle Tank. Her eyes widened with amazement from the sight of such a beautiful and high tech car. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen before.

“Th-That’s a c-car?! It’s so- WOAH!!”

Lost in wonder from the sight of the vehicle, Mona loses her balances and falls off the car lift.

“MONA LISA!!” her father shouts.

Quickly Raph dashes under the lift, holding his hands out and catches Mona, saving her before she hits the ground. Mona opens her eyes, realizing she is unharmed, she looks up to see who saved her.

“Are you alright?” Raph asked her, still holding her in his arms.

Mona’s eyes widen, seeing something even more amazing than the Turtle Tank. Her face started burning red as she felt her heart begin the beat face, wanting to burst from her chest. He was so handsome, his charming but gentle smile, the sweetness in his eyes as he looked at her, and his strong arms holding her, feeling safe and protected.

“I am now...” Mona smiles, batting her eyes.

“That’s good!” Raph smiles, carefully putting Mona down, “And sorry for that. I don’t normally put my hands on a lady.”

Mona giggles, “It’s alright. Thank you for saving me. You’re, um, really strong...”

“Thanks! So, do you think you can fix our Turtle Tank? Your dad says you’re very talented.”

“Well, I don’t like to brag, but yeah. I can fix it.”

“Great, cause we’re kinda in a hurry. Our brother Donnie is gonna lose it if he finds out it’s missing.”

“For a doll like you, I’ll get it done quickly. This will be a piece of cake,” She winks.

“Awesome! You are such a good friend, Mona!”

As Mona goes to work to repair the Turtle Tank, Mikey looks at his big brother, glaring at him in shock from what he just witnessed.

“What?” Raph asked.

“Did you not realize what just happened?”

“What??”

“Mona was flirting with you!”

Raph laughs, “Don’t be ridiculous, Mikey. Mona’s just being friendly.”

Mikey face palms himself, “Oh my god, he’s so oblivious...”

(And he continues to be oblivious for the next year...)

EDIT: I WROTE A FANFIC ON THIS!!

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veritas-dolos · 1 year

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How to Cope by Leo and Mikey Ch. 10

Donnie, Raph, and Mikey pulled open the manhole cover, and didn’t bother to pull it shut.

“LEO!” Raph screamed, running down the tunnels as fast as he could.

“Mikey, once we save Leo, you’re talking. You have to tell us everything.” Donnie said, a murderous look in his eyes. Mikey didn’t respond, instead focusing on how his brother might be dead. A little more important, if you asked him.

They were almost there. They were so close. They could only hope they weren’t too late.

Leo’s door was closed, but not locked; a small mercy he had granted them. Mikey entered the room and stopped, he couldn’t move, all he saw was how pale he was. His skin was a lighter green than he had ever seen, and his red stripes were faded as well.

Raph and Donnie rushed past him. They flipped back the covers, and Leo was laying perfectly still, and covered in blood. Too much blood.

“Oh god,” Raph said, freezing.

Donnie was the only one able to do anything. He reached for Leo’s wrist, frantically moving his hand up and down his arm, ignoring how his fingertips were sticky with blood. After way too long, Donnie spoke up.

“I– I got a pulse. It’s faint and unstable, but It’s there,” Donnie said, unbelieving. “We need to get him to the med bay. Raph, carry him,” Donnie said, grabbing Leo’s hand and squeezing hard, hoping against hope Leo would squeeze back.

He didn’t.

Raph was frozen in shock, he couldn’t move. He just stared at his little brother, and at how he was covered in his own blood.

“Raph, we need to go now.”

That seemed to snap him out of it.

“I’m on it,” Raph said, scooping up Leo. He was limp in Raph’s arms, head lolling to the side. Tears started to form in Raph’s eyes, and ignored how Leo’s sweatshirt sleeve was sticking to his plastron. Raph rushed out of the room, followed by Donnie. Mikey stayed behind, still frozen in shock.

This was all his fault. If he hadn’t left Leo alone, he’d still be conscious. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a notebook sitting on Leo’s desk. He numbly walked over to it and picked it up to examine it further, and read what was on the page.

To whoever finds this, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry you found me like this. Dead. On the floor. Or wherever I decided to roll over and die. But what’s done is done, right? Right.

Mikey threw the notebook across the room. That was a suicide note. Leo’s suicide note. He couldn’t– he couldn’t read that. Not when Leo wasn’t dead.

Oh, but he wanted to. It was like telling him not to think about pink elephants, all he did was think about pink elephants. He walked over to the notebook, and saw that it landed on a razor blade. Probably the one he used to relapse, Mikey thought.

Mikey picked up the notebook and read the note. The full note. When he was done, he gripped the note harder in his hands.

How could Leo do this? Why did he do it? Why did his asshole older brother have to write such a devastating note? When Leo woke up, Mikey was going to tell him exactly how much of a jerk he was. Because he was going to wake up.

All of a sudden, Mikey came to his senses. What in the hell was he doing in Leo’s room? He should be with the others.

So he ran. He ran as fast as his legs would take him to the med bay, hoping they had good news.

When he got there, He saw Raph sitting on a chair next to Leo’s bed. He seemed to be doing stitches on both arms, because apparently they were deep enough to need them. One arm seemed to be completely done, wrapped to the elbow in gauze and taped down. Raph was almost done with stitches on the other arm. Leo was hooked up to an IV machine, giving him fluids.

Donnie was standing at the end of the bed, looking at his chart. When Mikey entered, his two older brothers looked at him and smiled. Mikey dropped the note to the floor.

“Mikey, we got him stabilized. We had to– pump his stomach. And he’s in a coma, for who knows how long. But I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine.” Donnie said.

Mikey’s body sagged with relief. “That’s great news. Besides the coma thing, I mean.”

“No, the coma’s good. It means his body is fighting to recover.” Donnie said, looking over to Mikey.

Mikey walked over to Leo’s other side and grabbed Leo’s hand. He was going to be okay. He was going to wake up, and everything would get better. Leo was going to get better. He squeezed Leo’s hand.

Raph finished the last stitch, and didn’t look at Mikey when he spoke. “Mikey, you owe us an explanation. You said you’d tell us everything.”

Mikey gulped. This wasn’t going to be pretty. “Everything?” He whispered, nervous.

“Everything.” Donnie said, serious.

“It’s not a nice story,” Mikey said, picking at his nails.

“Just tell the truth, Mikey.” Raph said, grabbing gauze to wrap Leo’s other arm. Mikey watched as he did so, and he hated how he was going to betray Leo and rat him out.

“The truth,” Mikey echoed, “The truth is… we were trying to get better. I– I was, at least.”

The room was quiet before Donnie responded. “‘We’? What do you mean ‘we’? You do– did– it too? Self harm? Or are you… suicidal. Like Leo.” Donnie said, shocked.

Mikey’s breathing quickened. “No, I’m not… that. But I did, um, do the other thing. My arms aren’t– they aren’t pretty. I’m sorry.” Mikey said, tearing up. This was hard. It was too revealing, the conversation was one he wasn’t ready to have. He pulled his arms close to his plastron, feeling as if they were on display.

“Self harm… Two of my brothers self harm. I can’t– Why, Mikey? Why would you do that?” Donnie said, angry. Raph just sat there in shock.

“Can you– can you not use that word? I don’t… it makes me want to–” Mikey stopped before he revealed too much.

Donnie stood still, realizing that self harm was a trigger word for him. “Sorry. I won’t… use that word anymore. But still, Mikey, why would you… hurt yourself? It doesn’t make sense. It’s not logical.”

Mikey cringed, his rephrasing not much better. “You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t understand. It’s not supposed to be logical, it’s emotional. It’s this feeling you get, deep inside, and all you want to do is relapse. It burns in your heart, and you don’t feel better unless you do.” Mikey rambled, “Leo explained it to me, once. He said it better. He said that you don’t stop self harming, ever. That it’s just a matter of time before you relapse again.”

“But– but why–” Donnie questioned, not getting it. Mikey realized he never would.

“It makes me feel better. It made Leo feel better, too,” He said, looking over at his older brother. He watched as his chest rose and fell, comforted by that small fact. Leo breathing was proof that there was hope.

“I still don’t understand,” Donnie murmured, pulling a chair over to sit around Leo’s bed.

“I think I do,” Raph spoke up, “So it’s like… you feel this hurt in your heart, right?” Mikey nodded. “And the only way to get rid of the emotional pain is physical pain.”

“Yeah, exactly. Except that sometimes, there is no emotional pain. Sometimes you just want to, and until you relapse, you’re not satisfied.” Mikey mumbled, embarrassed. “Like I said, it’s not logical.”

“But how did Leo find out? How did you find out?” Donnie questioned.

“That’s an easy answer,” Mikey said, opening up, “Leo walked in on me relapsing. And then he flinched when I grabbed his arm. Then we both knew.”

“Oh.” They both said, and Mikey knew that that was a little too revealing. Whoops.

Time to kill the mood. “Oh, I forgot. I, uh, brought the note. Leo’s note. I think you guys should read it.”

Raph’s eyes widened. “His… suicide note?” He said, unbelieving.

“Yeah,” Mikey said, and walked to grab it. He held it close to his chest, before handing it off to Donnie. His other two brothers crowded around the notebook, wanting to read it and not at the same time.

To whoever finds this, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry you found me like this. Dead. On the floor. Or wherever I decided to roll over and die. But what’s done is done, right? Right.

But for real. I’m sorry that I did this. I never wanted to hurt you. But I feel (felt?) like that’s all I do. So instead of staying alive and constantly hurting you, why not just do the deed and just hurt you one final time so I never do again? You guys don’t need me anyway, you never have.

Listen. The Krang did a number on me. It made me realize some shit. I realized that I’m not a good leader. I’m not smart like Donnie, I’m not strong like Raph, and I don’t have the heart like Mikey. I’m just… regular. I’m no one special. I’m just the face man. I’m not good enough to be part of a team, let alone lead one. Should I even be called a hero when I started an alien invasion?

Raph, looks like you’re leader again. Isn’t that what you’ve wanted for the past two years? Because now you got it. I never wanted it in the first place, but I got it. But you’re the one who deserves it, you always have been. And before you start your whole self-blame act, I’m not mad at you. You’re my brother, and I’ll always love you no matter what.

Donnie, you’re the best twin a turtle could ask for. And I’m sorry that we’re not going to be able to have our midnight kitchen meetups anymore. I’m sorry that I’m making you the only middle child. And believe me, that’s hard to accept. I just wish we’d spent more time together. You’ve always been there for me, through everything. And I hate how I’m leaving everything behind. I never wanted to leave you behind.

Mikey. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I never told you what I was going through. You knew the most out of everyone, but even what you knew was just the tip of my nasty-ass iceberg. You kept telling me to be honest about what I was going through. But I couldn’t tell you about this, because then I wouldn’t have been able to pull it off. I’m sorry I lied to you. And even though I didn’t recover, I know you can. You’re stronger than I ever could be.

So, to sum up. Everyone, I’m sorry that I’m not going to be around to annoy you anymore. I’m sorry that I did this to you. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for being a bad brother. If there is an afterlife of some kind, I hope I won’t see you guys any time soon.

Goodbye, I guess. I love you guys, and I’ll miss you all so much. I’m sorry.

—Leo

“What… in the goddamn fuck. How could he think this? Did he think we didn’t love him?” Donnie said, tears gathering in his eyes.

“Language,” Raph whimpered, voice thick. “He– I can’t. He thought… thinks he’s worthless. But he’s not. He’s not. He’s so much more than he thinks he is.”

Mikey watched them react with tears in his eyes. Leo and his fucking suicide attempt. He hated him, and loved him more than anything.

All of a sudden, the machines started to beep, and Leo started to shake. Donnie and Raph were shaken out of whatever emotions they were feeling, and looked to their younger brother. “Oh my god, he’s having a seizure. Raph, get him on his side, now!”

Ch. 1 Ch. 9 Ch. 11

#How to Cope by Leo and Mikey #HCLM #tw self harm #tw self harm mention #tw suicide attempt #tw suicide notes #rottmnt #fanfiction

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dullahandyke · 11 months

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If someone was to mayhaps want to draw one of your OCs do you have any drawings of them or any more information about the kind of clothes they wear?

ANON ILL KISS UUU um I have a couple drawings but they're old, let me grab them n also describe more accurately their appearances....

Ok as for the drawings please ignore the copious style shifts and bear in mind that most of these cunts r like OLD old. Like 'drew her on the open night for the secondary school I have since graduated from', 'ex-danganronpa oc' old. And that's not as much to do w how recent the drawings are bcos most of them are like 2 years old or so but like. I keep trying to keep certain aspects of their designs and it shows. ANYWAY heres some Ames designs that can get smushed into one

Ames Spector

Stocky build, on the short side

Filipina

Black hair, the middle picture is pretty much it, tho I'm still attached to her with a ponytail if u wanted to go for that

Black button-up with the sleeves rolled up

Yellow tie with a star-shaped tie pin (listen she's had a star pin for 6 years and even if it's not a hairpin anymore it's still hers)

See I really do like the vibe of the blazer tied around the waist ala picture 1 but I couldnt make it work colour-balance-wise so I ended up just making her slacks yellow. If u think u could make it work then go for it my guy

Sturdy black boots

Eyebrow piercing on her right

See I did vibe w her having a tattoo but I dont think the snake suits her... omit it or freehand it as u like

Ringo Fleming

I'm not entirely happy with the balance of the outfit but it's a good idea of its style (which is 'was born sad and alone in a Claire's)

I think I put his cane on the right side? It's his right leg that he needs it for

It has hearing aids that it definitely dangles earrings off of

Snake bites

Pink dyed hair with some sort of undercut

Oh yeah hes noticeably tall. I'm not good w heights but like 6'6 even without his penchant for platform boots

Large nose

Very reedy build

White

Thea del Arte

Heavily based on Arlecchino (predecessor to the harlequin, from Italian renaissance-era theatre) with the right picture as my heaviest inspiration

Fat

Hes pretending to be Italian bcos it's better for PR but hes actually Catalan

Tan skin

Dimples

Short curly dark brown hair

Black mask is more masquerade or superhero than arlecchino, it emotes when she has it on, you know the drill

Wears reading glasses over his mask in his 'reading documents' animation

Neck ruff

In the drawing I have her down as wearing shorts but tbh I think she'd cover as much of herself as she could for the intrigue

White gloves

Black lipstick

Shirley Fortunis

See I like her current design but it doesnt feel very ace attorney to me. Trying to incorporate a dice/coin/luck motif.

Black

Long black locs with silver jewelry

Acne

Big purple cardigan somewhere in her design

Officewear under the cardigan

Maybe a trench coat of some description over the cardigan to make it feel more detectivey? Idk spitballing

Maybe a coin necklace?

Miren Diez

And now we get into the area of 'all my drawings for this one are so old theyd do more harm than good'

Sickly pale and visibly malnourished

Long dark brown hair, untrimmed beard

Bcos of spirit medium shenanigans I dont think they have much in the way of their own clothes tbh. Mostly its theas clothes that they're left in once they stop channelling her.

If they are wearing their own clothes, probably just a very oversized steel samurai sleep shirt and sweatpants that used to fit but Uh Oh Drastic Weight Loss

Septum piercing

Raph Porter

Tbh I dont have much for them

Light hair in a ponytail

Brown reporter-type hat

White button-up, brown slacks, brown suspenders, brown tie

Brings an entire typewriter into court

Btw this isnt a design thing but like u gotta know that she is just WAITING to be revealed as the big bad so at all times she is wearing an evil outfit under her normal one. It is not at all visible in her normal outfit that's just a fun little fact for u

Generically pretty

The judge

Does not look like the judge from ace attorney

Has robes

Has at least one hand

Has a mouth(?)

Skin is a maybe

#ps jusr bcos i described all of them doesnt mean u gotta draw any of em #this is just as much me hammering out my own thoughts as it is me describing rhem for u #undescribed #aa7: emer edition #my god its been so long since i used thst tag... i was still going by the short spelling of my name...

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undertake101 · 1 year

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QandA with The Girls TMNT 2012 Part 2:

Does Carina play video games with Mikey?

Carina: Well, yes, I do not as much as him, of course, but I do mess with it from time to time. I prefer more group games. However, like Mario party old Wii games, so I barely solo.

Carina: Besides, My hobby is more of baking, I've adored it since I was little.

How does Carina choose the colours in her hair?

Carina: There's no real meaning of my hair choices. Ulima likes to choose the colours more than half of the time. Actually, it's been a fun thing since our mutation.

Ulima: These two!

Carina: Didn't I do those last time?

Ulima: But they're so pretty in your hair!!

Rara: Aren't those yours and Ulima colours? Green and Pink?

Carina: Oh...

What was Splinter's reaction to the Girls?

Does Master Splinter get along with the Girl?

How does Splints react to his boys all getting girlfriends at some point?

"Of course he gets along with them maybe in different ways, but still,"

"Besides, I think if he didn't get along with someone, the turtles wouldn't even try and start a leadership both them they trust their pops, you know"

Splints finds Rei interesting. A Warrior of her own nature and a leader of her own team. And he respects it, and honestly?, he knew Leo and we would happen from the start.

It was clear in Leo's soon subtle rants about her. He was interested in her but just didn't know it or how to go about it.

(Splits had to stop himself and bursting out laughing a few times)

Leo: And she just wouldn't listen, sensei! She just went off on her own and it- She didn't follow what I said before!

Splinter: I see..(Trying not to choke on his tea)

"Knew it would happen since day one,"

Splinter: Rei, my soon to be daughter-in-law, would you like to hear some of the things Leo claimed he-

Leo: FATHER!

Rei: ?

Ulima was seen as a bubbly and bright soul, a young one who faced enough hardship as to be naive, and her and Ralph relationship was a little unexpected but not unwelcomed.

He knows that Ralph has a tougher time of his emotions and is happy that Ulima isn't trying to change him, but help him where it's needed. He's glad his son found someone as gentle opposites yet not at the same time.

Splinter: Heh heh.

Raph: What?

Splinter: Oh, nothing.

Rara was a special case Splinter got along with her. Yes, he even respected her finding cell she possessed she was a feisty spirit in his judgement. However, he was worried about her with Donnie at the start.

When he noticed Donnie started having more than feelings for her after April, he got worried. He was worried that if roro rejected Donnie, she would be harsher about it, intentionally or not. He didn’t want to see his son hurt a second time in a row.

It all changed when Donnie got severely hurt on patrol one night. Rara had him rush back to the lair and brought him to Splinter, fretting over him like crazy.

And she stayed for nights at a time with him through his big healing process. She took care of him when she had free time for missions and patrols and stuck with his son. After that, Splinter knew he had no other reason to worry.

Carina was known as a sweet girl and as sweeter friends to his boys. While Carina was less of a fighter compared to the others' splinter, found it was more enduring for his son Mikey. Both had a big heart and a very compatible personality.

Splinter only surprised was Mikey being the first one in the relationship to begin with.

There's a small part of Splinter that gets reminded of his own love when he sees all of his boys, especially Mikey, with the girls. Splinter is very prideful for happy each of his boys found love in their own way despise their situation.

Now you can imagine how much joy splinter gets when his first grandchild was brought into his life.

Whilst until wasn't the best father in some ways, he did a good in raising 4 boys all by himself, especially with the situation he was forced into.

End.

#information #tmnt eclipse au

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blueberrypossum · 3 years

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

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Chosen last: part 5

Summary: the turtle boys try to figure out how to comfort reader after a terrible experience with a boy, and Donnie does his best to apologize

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Here’s the part before! In the part there are also links to the rest!

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Donnie had no words to say.

Well, for the first five minutes of complete and utter silence.

You could feel him gaping at you but you couldn’t face him. He was right. He was right all along and you were a fool for hoping.

The rooftop wind howled, reminding you that you were still there.

“D-did he..?” Donnie cleared his throat and started over, “did he succeed?”

You shook your head and pulled your jacket closer. “He came close.”

He glanced at the jacket you were wearing. Underneath he could see your dress had rips in it. Even worse, he could see a small trail of blood.

Probably left by fingernails.

He didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know what to say.

Not even how to ask if you were okay or if you needed him to help in any way.

So he did the best thing he knew how: make a plan.

“We’re gonna kill him.” He decided, standing up furiously. “We’ll kill him, resurrect him with cpr or defibrillaters, and then give him to the police.” He began pacing the rooftop, his mind turning and processing this information. “I need his address, I need his phone number, and his mother’s number.”

You just listened to him walking instead of his words. It was comforting in a way.

You couldn’t believe that almost happened though.

You couldn’t believe that even though you did your best to stop the worst, he came close.

What if you hadn’t listened to your gut?

What if you had told yourself you were overacting?

“We’re gonna call your friends.” Donnie decided. “You can stay the night with them. You shouldn’t be alone after-.”

“I’m not staying with those assholes.” You spat, much to his surprise.

“But... they’re you’re friends!” He was extremely confused. Did he not have all of the story? “Shouldn’t you-?”

“I said no.”

“But you could really use-!”

“I said NO!” You shouted at him, finally turning to face him.

He finally got a good look at how much damage was done.

Your eyes were red.

Tears leaked down your face.

A scratch decorated your cheek.

And... those eyes... they were so hurt and lost.

He messed up. He messed up bad.

Donnie shut his mouth immediately. “Okay, okay! But... do you want to be alone?”

You turned away again, shaking your head.

“Can I take you to the lair then?”

You hesitated for a second and then nodded.

“Okay, alright, come on.” He gently offered his hand to help you up, not sure how he was supposed to handle this.

You accepted it and let him assist you to your feet.

He didn’t make you talk on the way there.

Probably cause he didn’t know what questions to ask to get the answers he wanted.

You were fine with that. You didn’t need to talk.

Not now, anyway.

You’d have to talk eventually though. There was no way to be in the lair without saying anything.

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When you arrived you could hear the sounds of the tv playing. Even the sound of the air hockey table.

Maybe the boys would be too busy to notice you.

Donnie lead you quietly through the lair and into the living room where his brothers and April were sat at.

You two tried to walk behind them but Leo noticed once you had your back turned to him, both of you almost to Donnies lab.

“Hey, y/n!” He grinned, pausing the tv. “You’re back already?”

“Yeah, how was the party!” Mikey leaned over the back of the couch excitedly. “Did you have fun?”

You kept walking, more tears spilling.

Raph immediately sensed something was wrong. “Hey, what’s up? Are you good?”

You stopped, so so SO close to breaking.

Donnie didn’t know if you wanted him to answer or not so he waited.

“Is it okay if I stay here tonight?” You asked quietly, still not showing your face.

“...yeah? Yeah you can stay?” Raph tilted his head in confusion and stood up from the couch. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You tried you keep walking but Raph stepped in front of you faster than you’d ever seen him move.

“Clearly there’s something going on.” He placed his hands on his hips, refusing to move. “Did Donnie pester you or somethin’? Did he make you leave early?” He sent his younger brother a small glare.

Donnie held up his hands innocently. “Just because I thought about it does NOT mean I did it.”

You kept your eyes on the floor, hair in your face and cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Y/n, you know I love you, but you’re a TERRIBLE liar.” Leo joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Now, what happened?”

“You wanna know what happened?” You growled, too overwhelmed. “I’ll tell you what happened! Donnie was right!” You shoved Leo’s arm off you and glared at him. “All of you were! And I was STUPID to think that someone would actually like me!”

Mikey rushed over quickly. “Hey that’s not true-!”

“Then tell me, Mikey!” You whipped around to glare at him to, “tell me why Eric was only being nice to have sex with me! Tell me why he planned it with my friends to get me alone! Tell me why they thought that if I had ‘a good time’ then I’d loosen up and stop being a PRUDE!”

The boys stood there in silence, mouths open and eyes wide.

Donnie just looked at the floor in embarrassment.

Oh there was no stopping the tears now. You swiped them away furiously, cheeks flushing brightly.

You didn’t want to have this outburst now.

But there was just too much going on in your head!

“You guys were right.” You muttered as you strength faded. “I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party and I shouldn’t have believed him for one second.” You locked eyes with Donnie. “I shouldn’t have believed he liked me for me.”

As if everything else wasn’t making him feel guilty that was just another cherry on top.

April was at your side quickly, arms wrapped around you and hands rubbing soft circles on your back. “It’s okay, the important thing is that you’re back here. With US.” She held you at at arms length. “Let’s go clean you up and talk, okay?”

You nodded, desperate to finally get away from the pitying stares you were getting.

“Donnie, can we borrow your lab?” She asked the purple masked turtle as she began to lead you in that direction.

“Yeah yeah sure.” He confirmed immediately. “There’s a... a first aid kit... if you need it.”

April whisked you away, leaving only the sound of echoing footsteps.

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“Oh man.” Raph sat down on the couch, head in his hands. “I can’t believe...” he trailed off. He didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

Mikey sat down to.

Donnie and Leo, on the other hand, both stayed standing.

None of them knew what to say.

There were too many things dumped on them at once.

They’d heard about things like this happening but that always felt like something that happened in movies or to strangers.

Not a close friend.

“Well...” Leo tapped his fingers against his arm, “how’d the apology go?” He needed to find something else to talk about. He couldn’t think about it for very long without feeling this anger building up inside him.

“Well...” Donnie started, “I didn’t really... get to the apologizing part.”

“Please tell me you didn’t start gloating when you saw that y/n’s night hadn’t gone well.” Leo crosses his arms, already knowing the answer.

Donnie’s eyes went wide. “Why would you assume that? I am hurt.”

“Because that’s what you always do when you find out you were right.” Mikey insisted.

Donnie caved immediately. “Yeah... yeah I did do that.”

“Donnie!” His brothers chorused in disappointment.

“I know!” He threw his arms out angrily. “I know I shouldn’t have! I couldn’t help it! I knew something bad would happen I just didn’t know that it would be something like this!”

“You didn’t even apologize!” Leo scoffed. “You just rubbed it in her face!”

“I know.” Donnie sighed. “I’ll apologize when April’s done.”

“You better.” Raph ordered, standing up. “In the meantime, we’ve got some planning to do.”

““But what CAN we do?” Mikey brought his knees to his chest and watched his older brother sadly. ““There’s not evidence and we can’t be seen by people!”

Donnie rubbed his chin. ““No evidence…. Yeah there’s not much we can do without OH AND THEN HE REMEMBERED HE INSTALLED THE CAMERA PROTOCOL!” He whipped out his wrist device and began tapping immediately. “I’ve got her phone set to audio record whenever she’s headed somewhere suspicious! How could I forget I launched it before she went?”

His brothers huddled behind him and watched. “We convince y/n to tell the police what happened, hand over the audio, and land that asshole in juvie!” Leo caught on quickly, slapping his brothers shoulder with excitement as if he was doing a drumroll. “That’s exactly what he deserves!”

““I personally think he deserves a visit from doctor delicate touch.” Mikey crossed his arms.

“Not just from doctor delicate touch.” Raph agreed. ““A visit from us and then a REAL doctor.”

“Hey doctor delicate touch IS a real doctor!” Mikey protested. ““He doesn’t need a PHD.”

“Quiet.” Donnie ordered as he kept working. “We’re not gonna scare the life out of him without y/n’s permission. We’re not even gonna send this in without her say so.”

Mikey turned his attention away from Raph. ““What are we gonna do then?”

Donnie straightened up and looked back toward his lab. ““Offer it as an apology. Y/n will decide what to do with it. It’s her choice.”

————

The tears stopped maybe ten minutes ago. Maybe twenty.

You didn’t really know.

But you still felt dirty.

Disgusting even.

Being with April helped though. She kept you present. She did her best to keep you from thinking about that slime ball of a boy.

“Alright, your cuts are all cleaned.” She nodded to herself proudly. “You’ve got a pair of my pajamas, a blanket, and your best friend. I think my work here is done.”

When you didn’t respond she leaned down to make eye contact with you. “Hey, do you need some alone time?” You wanted to talk.

You really did.

But you couldn’t stop seeing that boy dragging you to the bed.

You couldn’t stop see him trying to rip the dress off you.

You couldn’t stop seeing your friends yelling for you to come back as you ran from the house.

If it hadn’t been for Ralph’s self defense lessons…

April sat down beside you on Donnies bed. “You’re safe now.” She pulled you into a side hug. ““He ain’t ever goin near you ever again. Not if he wants to deal with April O’neil.”

You gave her a small laugh. “I’d pity anyone who’d have to deal with April O’neil.”

She jumped on that immediately. If that’s what would get you to laugh then she was taking it and running with it. “You know it! I’ll hit him with my bat so hard his future KIDS will be feelin’ it!”

You gave her another chuckle. “Look out Eric,”

She squeezed your shoulder again. “Exactly. And as for your terrible friends, I’ll send mayhem after them if they even look at you.”

You nodded. “Thanks April.”

She smiled back at you, standing up. “I’ll go call your mom and tell her you’re sleeping over, okay?”

You nodded again. “Okay.”

Before she even shut the door, her spot was replaced by someone else. you didn’t need to look at them to know who they were.

“Yes Donnie?” You pulled your blanket closer.

He took a deep breath, not fully ready for what he was about to do. ““I… I messed up.”

That seemed like a good start.

“So did I.” You grumbled. “Making friends with people like that-.”

“No.” He interrupted. “You couldn’t have known. I… I should have known better.” He fiddled nervously with the recording device in his hands. “Whether something like that would have happened or not I shouldn’t have gloated. I should have been a reliable friend and let you figure things out yourself.” You didn’t say anything else so he kept going. “I know I can be unbareable and controlling and… not understanding, but I should have put that aside. I know that this won’t make up for it in the slightest but…” he placed the recording device in your hands, “I have a recording of what happened. I Installed a device that would audio record whenever I thought you could be in danger when I last fixed your phone for you.”

You flipped the small object over thoughtfully. “I didn’t listen to it.” He stated immediately as his nerves grew worse. “I know it was a violation of your space by not telling you. But… here it is. You can decide what you want to do with it. If you want to leave it in the past or turn him in-.”

“Or let us seriously mess up his face for you!” Leo interrupted as he came in without knocking, brothers behind him.

You hadn’t even known the rest of the boys were there. But it was still appreciated that they wanted to be there for you.

“Or have him talk to doctor delicate touch-.” Mikey grinned and sat down beside you.

“It doesn’t matter.” Donnie finished, relieved to have his brothers beside him. “It’s yours.”

You didn’t really know what to say.

Well you did.

You had a lot to say. you just couldn’t get to words out.

Donnie held his breath.

Finally, you looked up and him and strengthened your grip on the device. “Why not all of it?” He did this to you.

Your friends did this to you.

They deserved a little bit of karma heading their way. The boys cheered, swarming you in a giant hug right as April opened the door.

“Did I hear something about revenge?” She grinned and joined immediately. “Cause this girl is all over it!”

Oh Eric, if only you had done the bare minimum and had respect for your decisions. This guy had it coming.

That night, you stayed with April and splinter while the boys went out, promising to record every priceless moment and give it to you.

Tomorrow, Donnie would walk with you to the police station in disguise as your moral support while you turned over the audio.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt headcannons #rottmmt x reader #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt movie #rottmnt oneshots #rottmnt imagine

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turtle-babe83 · 3 years

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4 and 99 with donnie, please? I can only imagine how cute his reaction would be

Aww Daddy Donnie coming right up! (This took a more serious turn than I originally expected but it’s how I imagine it would be like. And a touch short, sorry!)

Warning: Very mild language

Totally SFW!

Two little pink lines. Tiny. Simple. Yet powerful enough to change your world. You took three tests before you finally believed what you were seeing. Then the tears came. One right after another, rolling down your cheeks like a cleansing rain.

Donnie had run tests to see if it was even possible, and while the odds of the two of you creating a child together weren’t very high, there was enough evidence that it was plausible. So you tried. For months, you had tried. Tracking your ovulation cycle, taking vitamins, your favorite part which was copious amounts of sex, and keeping that seed inside for long periods of time. Month after month, you had met with disappointment when your cycle would start. But this time, you were a week late. Your hands had been shaking while you attempted to pee on that little stick. They shook now.

Donnie! You had to tell him the good news! But how? He was currently working on the garbage truck. Gathering the tests in your hand, you finally exited the bathroom. As you walked through the lair, your home for the last couple of years, you couldn’t help but start thinking of how this child was going to change everything. You smiled to yourself as you passed Leo and Master Splinter meditating. You would have to remember to ask for lessons later, you had a feeling you would need it. Mikey was playing video games, and you bet that Uncle Mike was going to be best buds with his niece or nephew. As you passed under the weight room, the sounds of metallic clinking drew your eyes to Raph. Mr. Tough Stuff was going to bawl like a baby when you told him the news. And oh, the baby blankets he’s going to knit!

When you found your turtle, he was bent over inside the hood of the truck. It was routine maintenance today, oil and filter changes and the like. You shoved the tests in your back pocket.

“Hey babe! How’s it going?”

His head popped up a little too fast, bumping it on the hood and cussing. You covered a giggle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare you.”

“No worries, love,” he stepped back, more carefully this time, and grabbed a cleaning rag to wipe his hands. Striding over on his impossibly long legs, he bent down for a kiss, which you happily gave him.

“It’s coming right along. I should be done close to dinner time. What have you been up to?”

You paused for just a moment, deciding how you wanted to play this.

“Oh, nothing much. Just taking a few little tests.”

“What, like, Buzzfeed quizzes? ‘What kind of vegetable are you?’ or ‘What is your spirit animal?’” he chuckled.

“Actually, the tests do tell you something about yourself,” you pushed your chin up with a cheeky smile.

He rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, and what did they tell you, sweetheart?”

Go time. You reached in your back pocket and grasped the three positive tests.

“They told me that I’m going to be a mommy.”

You triumphantly held up the tests for his scrutiny. At first, he didn’t react. He didn’t even seem to breathe.

“Donnie?” Oh god, did you break him?

He blinked. Once. Twice.

A strangled, “What?” hissed through his lips. Then the tests were snatched out of your hands and his goggles were down and he was looking them over so closely.

“Congratulations, Donatello, you are going to be a daddy.”

He looked back at you, the lenses making his eyes bug out, the moisture pooling there beginning to glisten. Dropping to his knees, he whipped the goggles off his head and set the tests aside. Lifting your shirt, he pressed the side of his face to the soft skin of your stomach. He trailed his fingertips down, feather light, making your tummy twitch. His lips pressed again and again, covering you with kisses. As the shock drained from his face, joy bloomed.

“A baby. Hot damn. We’re having....A BABY!!”

Suddenly, you found yourself up in the air, spinning around as laughter echoed in the garage. As your feet touched ground again, your lips were captured in a long, lingering kiss.

Donnie pulled back just enough to whisper, “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one, babe,” you nuzzled his snout.

“What is all the commotion? We heard shouting.”

You both turn to find your family staring at you, looking rather concerned. You grab one of the garage rags and toss it to Raph. “Here Red, you’re gonna need it.”

Donnie pulls you close to his side.

“Well, guys, we have an announcement.”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #fan fiction #fanfic #tmnt fandom #thanks for the ask!#bayverse donnie #prompt list #pregnancy trope

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goldenspecter · 3 years

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Cosmo’s TMNT Masterpost

(Rise, 2003, 2012, and others)

Here’s where you can find pretty much everything I’ve ever made for the TMNT fandom! Fanfics here[haven’t gotten the courage to post fanart here yet], hope you guys enjoy my work. Reblogs are appreciated!

Fanfics

1. Finding my way home(and moving forward)

Out of sheer curiosity, Leonardo and Donatello looked up, and there it was.

A portal.

Had the Universe really taken pity on them? Had it really heard his desperate prayers for one more chance?

It was not like the ones they had seen before, it was an irregular circle made up of several shades of blue, completely different from the perfect and symmetrical pink triangles of the Kraang.

Leonardo and Donatello looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, "Should we go in?" Donatello asked, almost shouting, drawing the attention of the others, who quickly turned to the portal and to see each other, then the two brothers in question.

"It's our best bet, and our only chance," replied Leonardo.

Or rather, with the 2012 kids' home gone, they end up in the Rise verse after a strange portal shows up. Therapy is needed, and start the slow process of healing from their trauma.

(Rise/2012, Work in Progress, written with @keeryd )

2. Strawberry Cookies:

"Mikey here was just about to tell me what we could do to cheer Raph up while he's sick," Donnie says. "Mikey continue?"

Now that Mikey had both of his older brothers attention, he grins. "I was thinking we make strawberry cookies!" He does his jazz hands as he says this and is met with looks of something that he can only put as disapproval. "What?"

"You do know that everytime that we have tried to make it-" Donnie starts.

"We mess it up and Raph has to come in and save our butts from burning the cookies?" Leo finishes, "What would be different this time?"

Mikey huffs, "We are doing this so we can cheer him up and to prove that we can do something on our own!" he says, "That's what got Raph sick in the first place!"

Or rather, Raph gets sick after helping his brothers recover from the poisoned pizza puffs. Mikey, Donnie, and Leo take a shot at baking cookies for Raph while trying not to burn their kitchen down.

(One shot, complete)

3. Chicken Fried Rice:

“I only poured in half a pot of rice,” Donnie complained.

Mikey stared at him, really stared at him before he spoke. “You do realize that rice expands when cooked right?” he said, “You do realize that?”

Donnie was silent, looking away from Mikey.

“Donnie!”

Donnie makes chicken fried rice. Mikey watches over. Shenanigans and brotherly fluff ensue.

one shot in which Donnie is in the kitchen, cooking rice and Mikey, Mikey is positive he should have gotten Donnies braincell.

(One shot, complete)

4. Tea Time with Hortense and Patty:

"Sooo," Raph starts. She's always been weird with awkward silences. "Are these grandma kinning hours?"

"Grandma hours!" Mikey exclaims excitedly. "Grandma time!!!"

"Ah, if it isn't our favorite girl and her little brother!" Hortense tilts her head over in their direction slightly. "Are you going to join us? We were just about done arguing," she says.

---

Today is Tea Time. Two old ladies have a tea party, one of them forgets to bring the food, and they are joined by Mikey and Raph. A good time is still had.

(One Shot, Complete)

5. One of those Days

When Donnie woke up this morning, he woke up with the familiar thrum of anger and irritation running through his body with more intensity than normal. Rubbing the crust out of the corners of his sleep-addled eyes, he jerkily grabbed his phone and turned off the alarm. It's one of Those Days, Donnie noted. Those Days where Donnie isn't capable of handling Mikey's over-enthusiastic optimism or Leon's chaotic trickster nature. His safest bet is to hang out with Raph, his calm and mellow demeanor always helped calm down before Donnie went on a rage fest and say anything he couldn't take back.

Or, Donnie and Raph help each other out, balance each other, and make things a little less difficult.

(One Shot, Complete)

6. Gift Hunting:

“It’s Leo. Tiny Leo,” the voice answers. “I need your help with something.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t say until you say yes first,” Leo says. “It’s really important though.”

Angelo is silent, weighing his options. He could say no, he really could-

“Please, Angelo, you’re the only one who can really help me with this,” Leo pleads.

Rather, Angelo and Leonardo go out in the streets of New York to help the blue banded turtle find gifts for his brothers' sixteenth mutation day. Bonding and fluff ensues.

(One Shot, Complete)

7. Aftermath:

“Raphie bear?” Mikey called out, gently tapping Raph, with relief washing him when Raph turned his head to face him. “What’s the matter teddy bear?”

“Th-thi-this doesn’t feel real.” Raph stuttered out, his voice cracking as a sob broke through. “I’m not really here. Neither are you and everyone else. I’m still alone with Draxum and his minions. No one’s coming to save me because I was stupid enough to get captured and no one wants such a worthless turtle like me.”

In which Raph was kidnapped and tortured by Baron Draxum and his family has to deal with the aftermath of it.

(One Shot, Complete)

8. To Be the Eldest

Donnie, the second youngest in his family, wishes he was the eldest for once. Then one night, Donnie gets his wish granted and now he was three small turtles in his care.

Donnie adjusts to being the eldest, comes to some realizations, and makes a promise to his (now) younger brothers.

(Work In Progress)

9. Wanted: Snaggletooth

Dr. Noel bent down on his knees in front of Raph, a manic smile that showed too many teeth coming about on his face speaking of pain and suffering that has yet to come. He stretched out his hand towards Raph’s face, placing a thumb under his mouth, pressing into his snaggletooth. “Beautiful. Just as I expected,” he crooned, pulling out a syringe and injecting it into Raph’s neck, pushing the contents of the syringe into his system.

Raph’s eyes fluttered as he started losing consciousness, watching through hooded eyes as Dr. Noel's smile grew even wider, with his last thought right as darkness consumed him being that he hoped his family would find him before it was too late.

Post S2 Finale, Dr. Noel remembers Raphael, his snaggletooth, and manages to find and capture the red masked turtle. It doesn't end well for Raphael.

(Work In Progress)

10. Dimensional Differences:

They bow. Not like one of those pretentious bows like she would do at Yokai parties and not like the ones she would do with her brothers when they hosted tea parties. They bowed deeply, heads stopping at her stomach, one hand closing around their fists. This spoke of respect and honor.

And that unnerved her a little bit. Why are they bowing so deeply?

“Thank you,” they said in unison. It’s unnerving to April and she felt the uneasiness coming from her brothers too.

“Why are you thanking me?” She said finally, voice sounding foreign to her.

“You saved my life?” Baby Leo said slowly, voice tinged with confusion. “That was an honorable thing to do?”

April blinked, “It shouldn’t be considered honorable for doing what any big sister would do,” she said. “That’s not honor, that’s just being a good older sibling.”

In which April, Sunita, Casey, and the turtles end up in the 2012 verse after a mishap with Leo's ōdachi and stay with the 2012 turtles until they can go home. They find out a lot of things that don't quite jive with them. Some things are the same, some things are different and they're not quite sure how to handle those differences.

(Rise/2012, Work In Progress)

11. Mind Meld Part Deux:

“Oh thank Galileo that you all are back to normal!”

“What do you mean we’re back to normal?” Raph questioned, pulling back from the hug. Mikey and Leo also pulled back to stare at Donnie. “We’ve-we’ve always been like this?”

Donnie went quiet. He shouldn’t have said that.

“Donnie, what did you do?”

The brothers found out about Donnie’s Mental Intelligence Reprogrammulator. Arguments are had, words are said, words that tear a rift between him and his family, and it’s up to Donnie to earn his brothers’ forgiveness. The only thing is, will he get it?

(Work In Progress)

12. I'm a little kid and so are you(don't you go and grow up before I do):

The 2003 turtles somehow, someway ended up in the Rise verse, with Rise Splinter and his turtle tots, and stay with them while the boys try to figure out their way home. 2003 Raphael got attached to his tiny counterpart the moment he laid eyes on the tot. (Raph centric)

(Rise/2003, Work In Progress)

13. Dimensional Self-Isolation

Post S2 Finale, Raph finds himself trapped in the 2012 universe and has a difficult time coping with all of the differences that this world has in store for him. From new villains, unfamiliar familiar faces, and the way the 2012 boys and Splinter treat each other and him, Raph has a heavy plate on his hands during his long term stay.

(Rise/2012, Work In Progress)

14. A Collection of Turtle Thoughts

A collection of drabbles and ficlets about Turtles I've been writing since October 2020. Ranges from humor to hurt/comfort, I have it all.

Requests are open. SFW only though.

(All Iterations, Work in Progress)

If y’all reblog, read, and share my work, I’d really appreciate that! Anything and everything is appreciated, money or not! Thanks folks 🐢💕

#tmnt #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003

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chubbyheroesworthyheroes · 3 years

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How about Silas (Fates) and Raphael (3H)? In Silas' supports with Kaze, Kaze is secretly giving him more food as thanks for saving him (like refilling Silas' soup bowl when Silas isn't looking). I thought this could continue unnoticed until Silas can't fit into his armor. For Raph, I figure he's the type of person whose solution to everything is MOAR GAINZ. So what if Balthus bests him in practice combat, so Raph ups his caloric intake but ends up putting on a layer of chonk (and a big gut)?

editing? dont know em--

After their conversation, Silas believed he had gotten through to Kaze about how he didn’t need to pay him back for helping him against that Faceless -- especially since the other man had similarly ended up saving the Nohrian knight not too long after. As far as Silas was aware, they were even and just helping each other out as comrades.

But, on Kaze’s end, wanting to repay the knight for his deeds was just one part of why he was sneakily adding on to the other’s meals. Yes, he was grateful for the rescue, and he took repaying that debt very seriously, but that had been paid back in full by now. No, there was something else that kept Kaze by the silver haired knight’s side, but it wasn’t quite something he knew how to explain, so he let everyone else simply assume that they’d bonded and become good friends.

Which wasn’t wrong, per se, Kaze did actually enjoy Silas’ company. He just...also greatly enjoyed watching the other man eat to the point of being perhaps a little too full.

In Hoshido, especially if one was in the military, such indulgement wasn’t something tolerated. A soldier must be primed for a fight at all times, so while meals were always nourishing and flavorful, there wasn’t often such excess given to those in their station. From what he knew of Nohr, food was not as bountiful as it was in Hoshido, though it was safe to assume that the higher class was given access to the best regardless. Perhaps that was what drove some part of the ninja to give Silas more. Was it not good to give more to those who had been lacking in the same boons as your country’s riches?

But, even that didn’t ring ultimately truthful. At least, not entirely. It, of course, made him feel good to make sure his companions were all taken care of, but there was something else that lurked behind those good intentions. Some morbid interest in watching -- either from close by or afar, both were simple enough to accomplish with his skills in stealth -- another eat and eat, unaware of how much they were stuffing into themselves until something in their brain finally clicked and told them to stop, only it was too late already and they had to stay where they were, bloated and groaning.

It made Kaze flustered and just a little pent up merely thinking about it.

So, he kept up his activities in secret, adding on extras to Silas’ meals and observing -- both going unnoticed..

---

It had been some weeks now since Kaze’s focus on Silas had started. As someone trained to be both extremely observant and incredibly stealthy at the same time, it was a little baffling to see that the knight...had not noticed anything different about his meals. Kaze knew exactly how much he had been adding -- never too much at once, so as to not raise any unnecessary suspicion, slowly giving more and more when it seemed like the other had unknowingly grown accustomed to the portions -- and he was always cautious not to overdo it, but it was still a bit of a surprise that the Nohrian was still so unawares. It wasn’t a bad thing -- certainly not for Kaze -- and it spoke to Silas’ trust and camaraderie with everyone else in Corrin’s army. If it were anything serious, Kaze would be concerned for the knight’s willingness to so easily trust, but it was endearing all the same, and made curiosity gnaw at the back of his mind at how far he could go and still get away with this unnoticed.

Silas’ obliviousness towards what and how much went into his mouth also seemed to extend towards himself. While diligent in his training and duties, he wasn’t very preoccupied with how he looked. He cared where it mattered, of course; he didn’t want to reflect poorly on his dear friend, Corrin, and always looked presentable. But he seemed to have no qualms about himself.

So, where Kaze noticed the way his riding trousers now clung to the curves of his fuller ass, or how his fine shirts pressed cozily against the slight roll of chub that had appeared at his lower belly, Silas seemed perfectly happy not registering that anything was different. And that knowledge only made the heat inside Kaze grow, knowing that this was something of a perfect storm for him. If he weren’t so naturally mild mannered and quiet, Kaze would almost say the thought of what this could turn into made him giddy.

But, it was still early on in this little game, and there was still every chance that it would end when Silas took note of the changes.

---

“Whew, I must be coming down with something, because I just can’t seem to cool off!” Kaze overheard Silas one day, his attention immediately drawn away from his current task.

It was easy enough to fake taking inventory of their supplies to eavesdrop on the knight’s conversation.

“We do have warm summers here in Hoshido, perhaps you are simply not yet used to them, my friend,” came Ryoma’s sure and steady voice, his tone amused.

Kaze darted his gaze over to the two, who must have been finishing up some early morning sparring before the heat of the day got too bad. Prince Ryoma was, indeed, in good spirits; his expression mirthful as he exchanged some more words with Silas. Where there was some color to the prince’s face from the exertion of mock battle, it was clear he was fairing far better than his partner. Silas had at some point forgone his shirt due to the heat, giving Kaze a fantastic chance to get a good look at the effects his additions were having on the other man. The silver haired knight had never been particularly outstanding when it came to muscle mass, but he was at least a little above your average.

But now, where there had just been a small roll of flesh at his middle, there was a rather proper belly blossoming. That little bit of softness had risen like dough into a chubby midsection, still firm from his activities but clearly showing that he’d been getting well-fed lately. Where his belly curved out at the navel, it had the cutest bounce when he moved. It wasn’t anywhere near large enough to knock into his thighs yet, but it did create a nice rolling slab of chub that pinched in at his sides if he moved a certain way. But, Kaze was sure that when the man sat, that soft curve of his lower belly likely had started to brush the plushness of his thighs. His upper body was still fairly defined, though his pecs were rounding out nicely and there were some softer edges coming in on his upper arms and his face.

Well-fed.

That description sent a wave of heat down the back of the ninja’s neck, his unnoticed gaze burning hot as he took in every curve and rounded edge. Silas’ pale skin was flushed a delightful pink, both from the sun and the physical activity of getting in some training. Kaze wondered, vaguely, if he were to grab hold of that soft, pink belly, how would it feel? If he were to caress it gently, would the other even notice? Would he finally see, if he were to squeeze?

No, that would risk ruining the game when it was just picking up.

---

Kaze decided to add another layer to their little game, even if Silas was unaware that they were playing one. It had proven far too easy to keep adding food to the other man’s meals, so on top of constantly making those meals bigger, Kaze began coming up with excuses for giving Silas food in between the usual meal times.

It was easy enough to convince the other man to eat something after training sessions. After such physical strain, it was best to replenish the body with some food, was it not? Silas never seemed to notice that Kaze himself didn’t adhere to this supposed fact, or that the portions of food he was being given were far larger than needed to replace whatever his body had burned through while training. It was a little more difficult to get him to eat when he was out on patrols, as he stated that he wanted to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice if he needed to, but if he were on late night patrols, Kaze could more easily coax him into taking a small break to eat -- especially if he agreed to keep an eye out while the knight dug into his food.

More and more, any free time Silas had seemed to be taken up by food. He was a frequent face at the mess hall, and even when he wasn’t there at meal times, he always conveniently seemed to have food on hand -- and constantly stuffed in his chubby face.

And it was all because of Kaze. He was there, every step of the way, watching and providing and biding his time. As deliciously excruciating as the wait had been, Kaze was ready to claim his prize.

“Hey, Kaze…,” Silas hesitantly broached, his round cheeks flushed red -- from embarrassment, or from huffing and puffing his way through the camp, Kaze could only guess at. “I have a little bit of a problem. Well...Little is probably not the right word--”

Kaze inclined his head, to denote that he was still listening to the knight ramble on, but he would privately admit, he was more focused on accounting for all the new weight that had settled in so well on the Nohrian’s frame.

For the most part, Silas was very well rounded; it gave him a pleasant, overall plush sort of look. His face was cherubic, with round, red cheeks and a softened jawline that dipped into a double chin that looked all too natural on his kind face. It hadn’t taken too long after Kaze had ramped up his feedings for Silas’ upper body to sort of catch up to the rest of him; his upper arms still clung to a slight firmness, but that also might have simply been from how tightly they were squeezed into the sleeves of the shirt he was currently wearing, his now rather hefty looking moobs similarly looking quite confined in his struggling shirt. He hadn’t even bothered -- or couldn’t, a thought that delighted Kaze -- done up the laces at the front, which left some of that pale, fat titfflesh free to jostle for an escape attempt that was truly only hampered by whatever integrity was left of this formerly well-fitting piece of clothing.

Of course, as his eyes traveled lower, it was clear to see that the shirt was...much less of a shirt, and more of a crop top that was just adequate enough to contain his moobs. Because, really, gloriously, Silas’ gut could no longer be contained by something so trivial. His upper belly was round and almost taught -- likely from the large breakfast he’d spent a good two hours shoveling into his hoggish mouth -- becoming a perfect resting shelf for his squishy breasts. While his lower belly, separated from the upper by a swelling roll of fat, hung lower and softer on his expanded frame. It quite easily draped over the other man’s crotch, even while standing, and almost every heavy breath or lumbering movement made it wobble just so. Stretch mark covered love handles fought for room at his sides, perched precariously atop widened hips that had the most luscious curves to them thanks to plentiful food and all of the horse riding that had given him such a nice form to begin with.

His thighs were nothing short of powerfully built, even with the thick layer of lard that now encased them. And, my...his ass really was something to behold; a beautiful bubble butt, straining the ass of his trousers so dearly, Kaze felt like he could almost hear the seams splitting as they stood there.

“--So, do you...do you think you could help?”

The ninja blinked, coming out of his hungered staring to just catch the tail end of whatever Silas had been talking about.

“Yes, of course. I will do my best to aid you, my friend,” he responded swiftly, not even realizing what he was agreeing to until the other man dragged him over to the neatly organized set of his armor.

Oh. Oh, well now, this was better than he could have hoped, really. Silas had recruited him to do what he’d been desiring for months now.

“I’d do it myself, of course, but...uh, I’ve been having some recent trouble reaching around to some of the straps and buckles,” Silas chuckled nervously, his already flushed face seeming to go a deeper red at this admission.

Ah, so he’d finally noticed just how large his eating habits had made him? Fascinating that it had taken so long, but denial could be a powerful thing.

“It’s not a problem,” Kaze assured in a smooth tone of voice, waiting for Silas to start attempting to put on his armor. The breastplate and backplate came together via leather straps at the shoulders and sides, tightened and held in place by rather standard looking buckles. As Silas held the plate armor in place, Kaze tried to secure the straps. And, truly, he did try -- where was the fun if he didn’t get to see what an absolute mess the other man had made of himself with his lack of control, aided by his own pampering and spoiling with food and treats aplenty? He tugged on the straps as hard as he could, smiling softly to himself at the little noises Silas’ tried to stifle at the jostling and how the knuckles of his fingers couldn’t escape grazing or sinking into the warm flesh of the knight’s sides. If he pulled both sides tight enough, he could get the straps to touch, but nowhere near close enough to actually secure them with the buckle.

Kaze couldn’t resist pinching at the silver haired man’s love handles, apologizing and excusing it off as the metal from the buckle catching him by accident.

“It’s no use, is it…?” Silas sighed, cheeks puffing out just a little more from the simple act.

Kaze gave him a sympathetic look as he helped him remove the much outgrown piece of armor, his hand coming to pat the other on the back. “We can always get you refitted. It might have a slightly different style, but our blacksmiths are quite skilled; I’m sure they could replicate it to your tastes, if you so wish.”

The Nohrian seemed about to say something else, but Kaze chose now to make his kill, as it were. His tone and demeanor not shifting from gentle and comradely, he very brazenly brought a gloved hand to the other’s stomach, his thumb hooking easily into Silas’ navel as he grabbed a handful of chub and gave him an exploratory squeeze. It was just as soft as he’d imagined, but there was a firm layer to it too, if he dug his fingers in hard enough, that he found to be quite pleasant. A nice balance.

Humming softly to himself, Kaze continued his tactile exploration while urging them both forward in the direction of the mess hall. “I would greatly desire to see how long it would take you to outgrow a larger set of armor…”

If Silas could keep from giving in to Kaze’s offerings of food long enough to even have another set made before he ate his way out of it, that is.

Silas, sputtering and doing his best to keep up with the revelation, didn’t object to the idea nor did he fight against where Kaze was leading him.

#male weight gain #male wg #chubby!silas #kaze/silas #it was fun to kinda tap into that voyeuristic/secret feeding stuff #especially since kaze is such a bland good guy sort of character #i could totally see him having this habit of watching people #but hey i hope this is decent!#fates & the more recent games really arent in my wheelhouse #but i know fates better than 3h so i did the silas prompt over the raphael one

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