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mythicalninjas · 1 year

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How about their S/O taking a kitten to the Lair out of planning? He/She found a lost kitten wandering alone in an alley, its mother and siblings weren't even near. He/She didn't want to leave that kitten by its own and decided to adopt it. What do you think?

A/N: Awwww thank you for ask this, anon 😭❤ I wrote an one-shot with all of the turtles. Hope you don't mind... After months FINALLY. Apologize if there are grammar mistakes.

Warnings: I'm sensitive when there's cute animals included in the stories. SFW, lost cute fluff life being receiving some love.

"Alright. I'll be there in 10 minutes." You announced, smiling.

The eager young voice on the other side of the call echoed a little louder than usual. "Perfect! We're waiting for you, angelcakes!". You could hear someone else taking the phone from Mikey and Raph's voice spoke next. "Come quickly otherwise Mikey gonna eat all the dinner."

"Hey!", Mikey protested in the background.

You laughed. "Don't worry. I'll stop by your home like The Flash."

As soon as you left your apartament, the cold air of the night hit your exposed skin. Instinctively you rubbed your hands together, then cover your nose and mouth. The dark sky isn't with its shining lights spots, looking like it's going to snow anytime.

Walking by many large blocks, you finally entered in an alley where Donnie has mentioned to meet him at. There's almost no light sources around, as you expected. Something told you to take a look at your surroundigns to make sure there's no one who might be someone unwanted.

Nothing at all.

You shrugged, heading to a manhole cover a few steps away from you.

You were about to grip the heavy metal, but that strange 'something not right' feeling hit you again. You hesitated, sighing. What's going on with you? You've been at many alleys since you met the mutant family and you're already used being sorrounded with darkness. There's nothing wrong here. But why is your intuition saying otherwise?

You shook your head, and lifted the cover.

Meow. A high-speech sound echoed from somewhere, making you freeze and turn your head toward the sound.

You frowned.

MEOW. The sound came louder than before. Is that a cat?

You stood up, twirling around, trying effortly to find anything making that desperate small sound.

Meow, meow, meow.

"Where are you?" You whispered while follows the help call of the cat. It sounds like a very young kitten.

Over there at the entrance of the alley behind many filthy stuff, a small fluff ball shrunken against an old tangled fabric.

You gaped, moving away a trash bag and a bunch of rubbish spreaded over the ground near the kitten. ''Oh my God. How did you get here?''. You warmed your hands as much as possible and carefully picked up the small kitten, which it started to meow agitatedly. ''It's okay, little one. I'm not gonna hurt you.'' The poor kitten had its fur chilly. You unziped your coat and held the kitten against your chest, then immediately covered it. Using the free hand, you rubbed over the thick fabric, warming up the life creature under the mushy material. ''Shh, shh...'' You bounced back and forth while look around, searching for other cats.

There's nothing but dirt and scary gloom spots.

'Where are its mother, or its sibligns? It's common to find cats in clowder, or a kidle of kittens...'

Worried, you glanced down at the poor thing, wondering how long has it been on its own.

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Donnie's current checking some devises on his computers as he does every night before patrol. The time shown in the lower right corner of the screen called his attention. He quirked an eyebrow. You're 25 minutes late... Rolling his curved skateboard chair to another heaped of screens and checked the cameras settled throughout various tunnels, a pair of amber eyes scanning every single spot of the many underground environments. A sigh of relief left his mouth as watch you walking toward the Lair.

He got up from his seat and headed to the main entrance. ''Y/N!'' He called as soon as his eyes set on you. ''We were worried. Where have you been?''

''I apologize for the being late, Don. I promise your waiting will be rewarned, but now ...''

The genius lift an eyebrow. He did notice that your arm was inside your coat, he thought you could be hurt or anything.

You took a deep breath, carefully unzipping and removing the coat flap, showing it to your tall friend.

His eyes went wide, mouth gaped.

''Listen, this little guy needs help. I found him all by its own on my way here.''

Donnie kept his eyes on the tiny life being, his mind and heart shining from cuteness. ''Oh. Please, let me...'' He reached out to pick up the kitten, but you took a step back, hesitated. His hands are massive comparing to the kitten. What if he accidentally hurts it? The kitten is so small and fragile. You don't want to see anything going wrong, but you knew Donnie needs to check on it.

You looked down at the kitten then gave it to the tall terrapin, who picked up the kitten very carefully as if it was made of glass. The kitten started to meow restlessly as soon as his cold hands touched it.

''Donnie, he-''

''I know. Heat some water and pour it inside a bottle, I'll find a place to put this little guy.'' His long legs carried him to the lab, holding the kitten in-between his hands.

The poor tiny life being is desperte to feel warm again, its eager meows makes Donnie search everywhere in his computer center for something fluff to serve like a blanked; anything. His amber eyes clued on a dirt dish towel perched on a thin pipe above a few chemicals stuff on the table. No way he would use it on this kitten. Whatever he's looking for must be soft and clean.

Pouring some hot water inside a bottle, you felt unconfortable of hearing the kitten's cries from a distance. It must call someone's attention, though.

You turned, but almost ran over something, I mean, someone. "Damn, Mikey! Warn before suddenly show up."

"Sorry, angelcakes. Just wanted to say hi." He smiled, and glanced at the bottle. ''Were you making tea or something?''.

''No.'' You hurried past him. ''Donnie asked me to take some hot water for the kitten-''.

Mikey gaped. ''A KITTEN?!''.

''Yes!''

"What's going on here?" Raph jumped off from the gym large pipe.

"Y/N brought a kitten and didn't tell us!" Mikey protested.

The brute glanced at you. "Oh, cool. But we don't have properly ways to take care of a cat, Y/N."

"I know. Actually I didn't bring the kitten with this thought. I found him alone in an alley on my way here. He was alone. I couldn't just ignore its cries and abandon him out there."

Meow, meow, meow, meow. Adjusting some Raph's wool knitting inside a shoe box, Donnie, with all care he has, put the kitten above the soft fabric "I know, I know little one. You're cold." He petted its head.

"Donnie." You called from the computer center entrance with Mikey and Raph standing next to you. "I brought the hot water you asked for."

"Perfect. Thank you." He moistened the tip of a towel and carefully gave the kitten a ''bath'', cleaning the dirt gooey mess. ''Alright... Clean like a pure white cloud.'' He grabbed the shoe box and brought out of the computer station. "Y/N, I need you to put the hot water bottle under the wool knitting and cover the kitten. I'll be right back."

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''What's going on here?'' Leo questioned, authoritative. Mikey and you moved random ways to give him some space to pass by and ascertain. His vivid blue eyes caught a small kitten being fed in a bunch of Raph's knits. ''Who... Who did bring this cat to the Lair?''

You gotta confess that you're a bit afraid to admit it. Leo sounds he did not approve the small guest. You slowly rise your hand. "I know it was sudden, Leo. But I found him all by its own in an alley on my way here. He was freezing and starving. I couldn't left him behind." The leader kept his full attention at you. You continued. "He could have died." Your shoulders dropped.

Leo looked back at the kitten, kneeling right beside to where it is layed. He carefully patted it while watch Donnie feeding it with a seringue. "Do you know how old is it?" His eyes were on you again.

"A few weeks, I believe." Donnie spoke before you.

You nodded. "I agree. It is so small."

"And cute." Mikey completed.

The kitten finished its dinner and yawned, stretching its little paws, tiny pink bean toes opening like a flower, then adjusted itself into a ball position in-between Raph's knits, ripping an "aww" from everybody. The boys are sad for don't have conditions to keep a kitten; it's pratically impossible to look after a small life being in this giant envorviroment.

"I think I gotta put my heart in the fridge."

Raph glanced at him. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Because it's melting."

Three pair of eyes rolled simultaneously. "Jeez, Mikey..." You shook your head.

"What? It's true."

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fumblingmusings · 1 year

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if you don't mind sharing what parts of your own life have been put into Evelyn? Personally my parents were both laid back and kind of emotionally neglective so even though I know Evelyn's smothering, suffocating style of mothering isn't the healthiest it's still lowkey appealing and something that both endears me to her, and makes me envious of her children lmao. I am also curious though, is Evelyn the 'I wished you had stayed as little children forever' type or is she happy watching the kidlings grow up healthy and strong?

Ah. If it's okay, I will leave it vague. I'm very close to both my parents, though. I rely on them a lot. My mum does have a chronic and degenerative illness, so that has shapes the way I write about the kids and their understanding of their sick mum.

For England and the babies, though... I think she wants to be wanted and needs to be needed, and who wants/needs someone the way a baby needs/wants their mama, right? I think she is proud of all of them, and I think her being unconditional in her love, regardless of how useful the kids were as colonies, did all of them in good stead, especially compared to Arthur's more distant parenting.

But as proud as she is at how well they all turned out, I think most parents kind of yearn for when they were babies (and didn't have their own opinions they could rag on her for) because it can sometimes see like a simpler time, even when it absolutely wasn’t in reality. Like the way Matthew would run so far so he could meet her at the harbour - she misses stuff like that, or the way Jack always preferred to be carried instead of walk. It gave her a purpose, seeing to their welfare.

She absolutely has empty nest syndrome. But at the same time, she's immensely smug about how relatively well they have turned out. Subtly ignoring all that went wrong... of course.

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