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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/rise 41!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @yarchurr @sententiously-sarcastic @dakotafinely @sprinklestheditty

Rise April = April

Bay April = O’neil

Rise Casey = Cassandra

Bay Casey = Casey

This wasn’t how it was meant to go, but it was where they were. The only solace they held in their hearts was the fact that, wherever Shredder was, he couldn’t get to them. Not without someone to make a rift for him. So they were safe. For now. The first thing they did was call O’neil and Casey to tell them what happened, and the two had found their way to the lair within the hour to mourn with everyone else.

Together they sat in the living room in absolute silence, lotus-style on the floor as they all simmered in the broken fractures of their own minds. Leonardo was gently tending to the injured Splinter, dabbing the blood from his pelt after resetting the rat's leg and binding it with bandages he found in Donnie’s lab. He did his work in silence, though his eyes often searched between the rat he was tending and to his own father. He hated to think of when Splinter would awake, and he would have to tell the rat what happened to his sons.

Draxum was more than aware of what he was feeling. That hopeless feeling of survivor's guilt was a feeling he knew from his lambhood, though it had been a while since he had felt it this strongly. He knew it wasn’t his fault— nothing was ever his fault because he was flawless and faultless and that was what he kept telling himself to keep his sanity. He remembered being a lamb in Japan during the time of Shredder—barely off of his mother's milk and still completely reliant on her. There had been such harsh treatment of yokai following Shredder’s defeat that many of his kind was forced from their homeland, and those who refused to leave were killed or forced to hide away. His horns had just barely started to come in when he was captured by the humans hellbent on destroying his kind, and the way they had mutilated him and taken his horns… Draxum shook his head. It was of no matter. He had done his very best in getting as much of the Hamato Clan out of danger as he possibly could. He had more than fulfilled his duty, and he held no shame to admit that.

Casey and O’neil were sitting close together. The only one they truly knew in the group surrounding them was unconscious, and so even if they were in the mood to talk, they wouldn’t know where to start. O’neil, of course, knew the turtles far more than Casey did, but that didn't negate just how close Casey had gotten to the mutant family in the months he knew them. Whether it be butting heads with Raph or arguing with Leo or bothering Donnie or playing with Mikey, he got along well with them all. Even on a few occasions he had gotten wisdom from the old rat and taken every word to heart. O’neil wanted to cry, but her body wouldn’t let her. She wanted to scream and cry and yell at these new turtles for putting her turtles in harm's way, and she wanted to ask, no demand, they go rescue her friends! But she knew no good would ever come of it, and that she would practically be sending them to their deaths! But still, she was mad.

Donatello didn't know how to feel. His head was low and so was his heart; so low in fact it felt as if it was in his stomach. He barely registered it as hunger pangs, though some small part of his mind told him that no one would fault him if he just got up and got a snack from the kitchen to hold him over. He didn't move though. He dismissed the thought and slumped just slightly more, sniffling and wiping his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was upset about losing Raphael or if he was just incredibly hungry from almost three days with no food. Probably both. He always cried when he was hungry. He didn't care anymore; it was a different kind of not caring than he was used to. This time, he truly didn't care about life or death. All he cared about was getting through the seconds and not being lost to the darkness that tried to steal him away.

April sat close to Donatello, almost on top of him as she rested her head on his shoulder. She showed no shame as she openly cried, Donatello occasionally offering her fresh tissues to wipe the tears that just seemed to keep flow and leave her cheeks ashen and hot. The mystic bat returned to her by Casey Jones suddenly seemed not so important, though she still kept it and the mystic orb on her lap. It wasn’t fair! Raphael shouldn’t have been taken like that and, though she knew it dumb, she couldn’t help but think she could’ve helped somehow if she had been there. If there had been more people fighting, more chances of escaping! Even if she wouldn’t have been able to save Raphael, she might have been able to spare one of the other four captured! Donatello’s arm wrapped around her and gave her a comforting squeeze, and that somehow helped.

Michelangelo was heartbroken, his crying softer than April’s but still loud enough to break the silence. He was tucked into the comfort of his shell with just his muzzle hanging out, tears pooling on the inside of his plastron and spilling out. What he wanted more than anything was a hug from Raphael, and that was one of the only things he couldn’t have. Yoshi was curled beside him, his tail wrapped around the box turtle’s carapace trying to comfort him as best he could while Michelangelo cried and cried. Splinter cried too, though his tears were silent. He had always told his sons that crying was not a sign of weakness, but now that he was there crying in front of them— in front of all but one— he couldn’t help but feel ashamed in his own, overwhelming grief. His Raphael, his boy! He could still see the anguish in his eldests face ever time he closed his eyes. His baby turtle… the same hatchling he had warmed through the winter and cooled in the summer. The hatchling he had fed and dressed and loved. Kissing his bruises when he fell down and hugging him when he was upset. Singing to him and loving him and teaching him and guiding him! Fourteen years, gone in a day when it should have been him…

Cassandra was tense. She had a tight hold on her naginata, her eyes darting between everyone else in the room. Enemies, all of them! The mutants, the humans, the yokai— any one of them could attack her at any moment and she would be outnumbered so she needed to be ready for anything! She was sure she could take them, but what she wasn’t quite sure of was why Draxum just sat where he sat, doing nothing and saying nothing. Why? She understood the need to get away from the monster her Master Shredder had become. The image of the green mutant being ripped apart was still so fresh on her mind that she couldn’t possibly forget it if she tried, but she and Draxum didn't need to be here! Not when every passing moment was a passing threat! They needed to—

Draxum pulled Cassandra closer to him, holding her at his side and giving a comforting shush. That was all it took for Cassandra’s mind to start to simmer, and her to realize just how tired she was. Maybe a quick nap couldn’t hurt, as long as Draxum was looking out for her.

Leonardo couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

#Post-battle thoughts #also some Draxum backstory

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Michelangelo x Reader Fanfiction 2014/2016- Oneshot

"We're not monsters."

New York City was home to a lot of strange things. But never in your life did you imagine that you would actually see mutant ninja turtles. It was crazy. You were a rookie officer. Your world revolves around law and logic. Someone got murdered, there was always a reason. A disgruntled spouse, angered stranger. Or even a pissed off sibling. No matter what, in all your cases there was always some reasonable explanation. Not this time. Not with this.

As you stood with your gun pointed that day, all you could think was not everything in the world could be explained. As you stared at the mutated beings before you, your stomach dropped. Not because the impossible was standing right in front of you. You were thankful there were other officers present to witness this, even Lieutenant Vincent. But what struck you was the look. The look on the orange clad turtle's face. He looked hurt...broken and the words being spat at him.

Monster, freak.

Despite all your training in the academy against lowering your weapon in the face of danger, you couldn't bring yourself to keep your gun up. For a split second his blue eyes caught the movement. And you were positive some of your colleagues were questioning your actions. But you didn't care. No one deserved to be treated like that, human or not.

~~~~

"Are you kidding me! I want a rematch." you grinned. "Not a chance Mikey I have to get to work. Unlike you my job actually requires that I be there during the day. " You spent the majority of your morning absolutely slaughtering Mikey in Call of Duty. And like most guys, he found it hard accepting defeat. You stood up, fixing your belt, and grabbing your hat. "I'll catch you guys later. Lieutenant Vincent told me you're helping out on the sting operation. I've got to say meeting you guys was the best thing to happen. If we keep it up crime will be almost non-existent in New York." Leo offered a smile.

"We do what we can to help." Ever the humble one.

"Yeah, plus I'd never pass up a chance to kick some butt!" Ah and Raph, ever the brute.

"Of course Raph." you laughed making your way out of the lair.

"Hey Mikey don't forget it's movie night. I'm picking the movie this time!"

"Sure thing!" he called back.

It took a while to get used to everything. After they helped take down an actual alien invasion, it was sort of expected that you joined forces. You supposed your boss realized they were way out of their comfort zone, aliens weren't a norm in the police department. The turtles were then awarded keys to the city, and they continued to protect the city from the shadows, offering assistance whenever necessary. When you got to know them, you realized just how amazing they really were.

Their intelligence, strength, loyalty, humor. It was incredible. Like April, you got pretty close to the turtles. You were shocked at the development yourself, because in the beginning you were a little more scared than anything. But, you were also sympathetic. No matter what you did, that look was forever engraved in you. You guessed that's why you were so close to Mikey. You felt like you needed to protect him from the world. Which was ridiculous since he could pretty much handle himself. That didn't mean he was bulletproof. Maybe that's why he shone the brightest. Always cheerful and smiling. That added with his general adorableness, it caught you. Hook line and sinker.

~Movie Night~

As you walked into the lair already changed in a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie, you searched the area for the turtles. You tilted your head when you only saw Mikey setting up popcorn and drinks. "Where is everyone else?" you questioned. He perked up when he saw you.

"April invited them to another basketball game." Your eyes grew a little wide. Mikey was never one to pass up a game, especially if April was the one attending it. "Y-You could have gone if you wanted to. We could always have another movie night."

"It's fine, I promised you. And a ninja always keeps his promises. " He placed his hands together bowing and you grinned, jumping unto the couch. "Alright then, let's get started. "

"Shell yeah! " he dropped down right next to you, giving a mini presentation on the snacks he gathered. "So on the right we have nachos with a little cream, if you're feeling a little peckish. On the left, a fresh box of pizza with the ultimate assortment of cheese! And of course, an all time classic, buttery popcorn for your nightly cravings." You were smiling the entire time. The world didn't deserve someone so pure.

"What movie are we watching, please have action, please have action." he was doing a little prayer. You grabbed the remote, clicking through netflix. You stopped on the Legend of Tarzan.

"I watched the trailer, this is supposed to be awesomely epic." you spoke. Mikey peeked an eye open, and you could see the interest spark as he quickly read through the description.

"What are you waiting for, play it!" His excitement was akin to a child, and you stifled your laughter as you clicked the movie.

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To say he loved the movie was probably an understatement. Mikey's eyes never left the screen the entire time. You weren't sure he even really moved when he got some of the snacks. There were so many points where you thought Tarzan was dead. Every part proved to be just a tease. When it was nearing the end you could tell. Jane was standing looking out at the rubble, clearly devastated that Tarzan might have died in the explosion.

You could almost feel Mikey holding his breath, hoping that Tarzan wasn't actually dead. You smiled when he released it softly the minute John walked up behind her. They kissed, and you fought a blush, looking away a bit nervously. This wasn't the first scene between them that left you flustered. The short love scene in the middle had you more than a little bothered. You thought Mikey would make some joke about it, but he was quiet through the whole thing. As the credits started, and the music of Hozier's better love filled the room, you found your eyes drifting back to Mikey. The longing reflected in his hopeful sapphire eyes. "Mikey?" he turned to you, and you swore you saw tears in his eyes.

He wiped it quickly, laughing. "That was an awesome movie brah! It did not disappoint." His usual enthusiasm wasn't there, you could tell. It sounded almost forced.

You took his arm before he could move out of reach.

"I'm sorry Mikey." he was now confused.

"Why are you apologizing?"

In all honesty, you should have done it sooner. That day when they called the turtles monsters. You never apologized. And even though you weren't the one who said the words, for a split second you thought the same. Your ignorance could have cost you the best friends you'd ever had.

"That day with the police, what they said to you, it was horrible. We were all in the wrong. I never told you guys how sorry I was, how sorry they probably all were for judging you guys. It wasn't fair. "

His eyes shifted. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

"It's fine. I guess I sort of expect it. Sensei always told us it wouldn't be easy for people to understand what we are. I guess that's why Raph and I wanted so bad to be human. Deep down I..I still want that. Certain things I won't ever be able to experience, not with the way I am." He must have been referring to the movie. You thought you imagined it, but he seemed extra attentive whenever the couple showed up in scenes.

"You mean love.."

He didn't need to answer, his eyes said it all. "Mikey, I don't think you need to worry about that. You don't have to be human to find love. If someone truly cares for you, they won't care. " you leaned closer, hand reaching out to touch his cheek. You could feel him tense, eyes never leaving you.

"I don't care..." Mustering up all your courage, you raised unto your knees on the couch, matching his height. Deciding that it was now or never, you closed the gap, kissing him softly. The feel of his lips, they were heavenly. Far different from what you imagined. And you'd imagined it a lot. At first he didn't move, you weren't even sure he was breathing properly. And you expected it. After a few brief seconds you pulled back, gauging his reaction. You blinked a few times, licking your lips. Mikey still looked awe struck. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to search for the right words. Finally he settled on a sentence.

"Did you just...kiss me?"

"I did." you flushed. You hoped It was welcomed, because it was what you'd been longing for shortly after knowing him. Now it sort of made sense. This whole time you thought it was because you wanted to protect him from getting hurt, but the truth was, you cared for him, more than you initially realized.

"I don't get it, you're..you're human (Y/N). Why would you-" you raised a finger, pressing it softly to his lips. "It doesn't matter. I'd like to think if our roles were switched you'd feel the same about me. Do you...feel the same?" You were marking his lips, and Mikey gulped. All the movies, video games and comic books, he thought he would be more ready for such a confession. Yet here he was, completely speechless.

"I....I..." Why couldn't he find the words. He knew how much he felt for you. But as it stood he never even tried pursuing anything for obvious reasons. Now hearing you say you didn't care about all of that, and even kissing him. What else could he possibly hope for. He just wishes he could put that into words.

It was cute, they way he stumbled for the words. Your need to feel his lips again returned, and your other hand came up going around his neck as you slipped into his lap. His hands moved to the couch clearly not expecting the bold move. You snickered, leaning next to his ear.

"You know I used to think you were a player with all your smooth words, but are you secretly shy, Michelangelo." you cooed softly. When you pressed a kiss at the side of his neck, he let out a shaky breath. Your fingers trailed down his chest, so firm, strong. Muscular. You were still littering soft kisses along his neck.

"If I kiss you again, I'd prefer it if you kissed back." Before he could fully prepare you leaned in, sighing in content. Kissing him was everything. When he started to get over the shock of the whole situation, his hands came up hesitantly. You hummed when you felt his hand on your back, and the other slipped into your hair. You were pressed firmly to his body, and the minute his lips slanted over your own, you were sure you went to heaven. How could something so simple feel so good.

Mikey's hands on your body was just what you needed. As time passed, he seemed to be more sure of himself. He opened his mouth, and the moment your tongues touched you moaned. Mikey let out a soft groan, trying to match the intensity that you were pushing. Your hands were wandering over his body, and you should have probably shown some restraint, because even though his brothers weren't in here, they could come back at any minute. Not to mention Splinter was still somewhere in the lair, hopefully sleeping. The sound of bodies filing in alerted you of exactly that. They were back.

Mikey pulled away hurriedly at the sound, and now all three turtles were standing there gaping at the scene.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Mikey defended.

It was exactly what it looked like.

"Guys seriously, on the couch. " Leo sounded unimpressed.

"No wonder you stayed back. Mikey you sly dog." Raph walked over smacking his younger brother behind the head.

"Come on Raph!" you just stayed planted there, smiling. You liked the little moment, but you really wanted to get back to kissing. When you saw the way they seem to settle around the area to tease Mikey you frowned. Guess there was only one way to get rid of them. You grabbed both sides of his cheeks, smashing your lips to his in a searing kiss. Almost immediately you could hear the groans of disgust.

"Mission success." They didn't stick around after that. And once they were all gone you grinned down at him.

"So...does this mean that you're my girlfriend?" Did he even have to ask. You rolled your eyes, reconnecting your lips.

It was a definite yes.

#michelangelo #leonardo #raphael #splinter #april o'neil #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #donatello #crush #mikey x reader #love #acceptance #movienight #NYPD #newyork

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thelostandforgottenangel · 4 years

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Hide and Seek

Okay so earlier the other day while talking to @blossom-skies I was telling her how when my internet went down *AGAIN* I was playing hide and seek with my little ninja princess – we played sarcastic Hide-and-seek for three hours straight and while talking about this she mentioned how cute it would be as a fanfic

With Leonardo and Donnie… Later we agreed Mikey would be great dad for this too but it seemed so unfair to leave Raph out because I see him as a great daddy to his baby

That was it I wrote this because my heart couldn’t stand not to see them with their little ones playing a game while they are trying to do something important

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Leo

As the leader Leonardo has so many responsibilities already on his shoulders between being the head of his team, the older brother, eldest son, the one who had taken the torch and was now in charge of all his brothers training after his father decided it was time for him to take a step back on top of having a 4 year old and twins on the way his plate was full and overflowing

But somehow even with all of that he still was one of the best father’s anyone had ever seen putting his baby above almost everything much like he did his beauty

Their son had been planned much like almost everything in their lives Leo being a perfectionist he had planned the time to get her pregnant so the baby would be born in the summer, had read all the stuff he could to insure conception, the number of times he had her in the bedroom in one day she was sure to be carrying after that first night but he had committed to giving it all to her for one whole week what he hadn’t planned was the fact that his child would be so stubborn; they had no idea what they were having and then the baby not wanting to come on time, coming over a month late but when the baby finally decided he wanted out he broke his mommy’s water while the whole family was in the middle of a movie night marathon

Leo was at her side the whole six hours and was so proud hearing they had a son, letting tears escape when his little boy was placed in his arms. Shadow was the spitting image of his father leaf green skin and blue eyes only added to the pride he felt in the room welcoming their little one to the world

The twins on the other hand – yeah they were far from planned one crazy passionate night after a successful mission during mating season, a few celebratory drinks and Leo had took her right there in the living room when they were alone both passing out on the couch, never expecting two months later wake up after a long night to see a little stick with a plus sign on his side table with a tiny note but once he processed what he was looking at he was down the stairs and in the kitchen where everyone was eating grabbing her up from in front of the stove yelling the news as he kissed and spun his girl around

But that reaction was nothing compared to hearing they were expecting two new additions so much more loving with her this time around hoping for at least a little girl

He had been unaware his lovely goddess had left for a while to go out with April and her girlfriend’s for lunch, and self care afternoon, and some shopping for baby stuff since he hadn’t really let her go anywhere in months worried for her safety, having thought she was in their room with the baby napping he had gone to do his daily meditation while they rested knowing how drained she had been.

It wasn’t until Shadow stumbled out dragging his little foam sword over to his daddy that he realized it was just them. He had been in the middle of his two hour long session and had hoped he would get to finish but the tiny child playing in his lap was a distraction, the thwack of the foam on his chest plate had him chuckling before the little boy was pulling on the tails of his mask

Asking nicely he tried to get his son to go play for a bit in the room while he finished up but he didn’t move actually standing in front of Leo holding his face in those tiny hands asking repeatedly for Daddy to play a game with him giving the cute face the leader had yet to learn to refuse

Finally thinking it could go in his favor the leader agreed to play their favorite game closing his eyes counting as he tried to meditate listening as the little one scurried across the floor losing track of his steps as he stopped immediately peeking out to see the his little ninja was hiding behind the couch his butt in the open with the tiny tail wiggling in excitement sighing with a grin

“Couch-”

“NO DADDY!”

Repeatedly he counted and waited for the boy to find his hiding spot then called out the hiding place all without opening his eyes being ordered to count again afterwards going at the same game until a huffy little face was in front of his pouting telling him he couldn’t guess making the leader chuckle as he got a long drawn out gibberish lecture on he couldn’t guess

It was cute when his little man acted like him smiling with pride as he gave finally covering his eyes counting one last time before hopping up off his elevated seat chuckling when he saw his little warrior laid on the couch covered by his blankie scratching his head as he walked around just talking to himself

He looked everywhere stating several times he was just too good of a hider praising his child highly for being a better ninja then him before slumping down on the floor his shell to the couch so Shadow could sneak up on him gasping in shock when he felt the little boy climbing onto his shell yelling happily he had won

They continued to play like that until finally he asked his daddy to hide. Leo was a little too good at the hiding able to get high up above the baby’s eye of sight but it was fun to sneak around until he dropped down from the roof silently right behind him grabbing up his son laughing as he tosses him up over his head catching the giggling child never realizing his lady was watching him from the doorway “You found Daddy! Look at my little ninja making daddy look like an amateur”

If anyone asks he will tell them Shadow won every round like the proud daddy he is and not wanting the game to end they played until he had to go out for patrol when it was time for the baby’s bedtime

Donnie

Working all the time makes him a little less aware of his surroundings or can sometimes be a little negligent about his love by accident

Now that don’t mean that from the second he met the love of his life he wasn’t hers completely, that he did small things to remind the woman that even if he wasn’t paying attention sometimes he loves his girl more then anything.

That he had proposed after knowing her for three months because he knew she was the one

I mean it’s not like the second she told him she was carrying his baby he put everything on hold because his world was carrying HIS child and he gushed for days always kissing at the little belly already there, or the fact that he had made a machine to monitor what he found to be two very healthy embryos, going out of his way spoiling his queen with getting anything she could ever need and want, made her feel beautiful when at five months pregnant she was way bigger then expected and couldn’t get around too good, or the last month of his loves pregnancy that he didn’t really leave her side rubbing her belly and massaging her swollen feet… and lets not forget those first two months of the twin’s life he really didn’t work because he was too busy adoring the beautiful little angel’s he had somehow created with the light of his life

Donatello is a wonderful father and can be very dedicated to his family but he’s still the genius we all know and turning his brain off can be difficult when he has an idea, but after they were born Donnie could be found all the time working with his two little princesses in his lap or in the double bouncer he made to have them on his desk to give his girl a break to pamper herself while letting them help him

Now he had learned not to let them in the lab after they started crawling fearing they could get hurt he had put up a baby gate had found a play pen for when they did got to be in there but it was quick to see if they wanted daddy they could climb both easy with the other’s help just to be in his arms and with his wife expecting baby number three the twins could easily outrun her on a good day

So today when his Queen had gone out for groceries and they had finished cartoons they had gotten away from Uncle Raphie who had passed out on the couch found the cookies they had promised Uncle Mikey they wouldn’t tell anyone about eating the whole box before both had scaled the gate sneaking up on him while he had been fixing his computer, both climbing into his lap one pulling on his mask while the other had nuzzled up to him “Dada is working sweeties” he made the mistake of looking down seeing both starring at him with the bambi eyes pleading for him to play with them

He couldn’t say no but needed to get done before Leo needed him to do anything so he started counting still working on his computer, he went to ten then looked up his eyes immediately falling on the overturned basket with tiny giggles coming from right under reaching one leg over and tapping the top, again he went to ten but with each game he changed the language getting a pat on his leg telling him to count right before seeing two displeased faces

This went on for a while until he stopped counting focused on a few wires until his youngest climbed up his legs pulling his glasses off and running as fast as she could when he reached for her “Hey I need those you little troublemaker!” both giggled wildly when he blindly followed seeing one tiny blur run out of the door her sister having knocked the gate over

Without his glasses he was completely blind and had to count his steps to make it easily around calling out to them hearing giggles from two directions laughing as he almost tripped holding his hands out

This was something they could do but shockingly both were together throwing their voices in a way nobody had taught them making it harder on him until he saw a little blur shoot across the floor getting down feeling his way knowing what would come next and as expected the girl’s sprung jumping on him making him fall to the floor in defeat hearing the joyous giggles as they climbed over his shell “Oh no you got me! Dada is down!”

The cute chants that they had won were followed by tons of sticky kisses and his queen’s laughter at seeing him on the floor. His glasses were back on his face before his little princesses took off running as he counted again getting up and placing his glasses on the table preferring the game better when he couldn’t see anything

His work long forgotten for now he called out to the girls looking everywhere until he got tackled again playing until he collapsed on the massive beanbag holding the twins laughing

He was found later in the den watching their cartoons by his family fast asleep holding them against him all out cold snuggled together

Mikey

As the baby of the family it was a shock when at eighteen he had told his family him and his girlfriend were expecting a baby and there were doubts at the beginning; Michelangelo was still a kid when they had found out and he wasn’t ready for a big responsibility like what would come with a baby but when he stepped up and asked her to marry him after they had found a abnormality with the infant his brother’s started to see why their father hadn’t been too worried, seeing the usually immature turtle being so serious took all of them by surprise.

They were married two moths later and a few months after that he had called them frantic because while they were wrestling on the couch her water had burst barely having time to get her to the needle room before the baby was crowning

She was three months too early he had to be prepared that she wouldn’t survive but as he stood by his wife’s side he never lost faith that the baby would pull through breaking down in tears when he heard that small cry as the little girl took her first breath wailing as she was cleaned up never stopping even as her mother held her but the moment that tiny baby was placed in his arms she stopped looking right up at him so calm so suddenly

She didn’t look abnormal; in fact she was perfect to him cooing as he cried kissing her tiny face

After a moment it sunk in just how perfect she was; her light green skin that was just a few shades lighter then his own was his new favorite color but around one eye she had a birthmark that was a healthy peach color in the shape of a heart making her just as unique as the heart on his plastron, as he unwrapped her he could see a little bit more peach in smaller heart shapes on her shoulder, her bright baby blues opened only minutes after birth and a smile that put his to shame when she looked up at her father so small the little girl practically fit in his hand but she was a fighter

Mikey seemed to grow up fast right there or as much as he could being the jokester he was when it came to her, while his babycakes recovered from the delivery he had done everything for his princess caring for her finding she was calmest in his arms forming a bond none of them could possibly understand

Over the last few years she excelled getting to all of her milestones before any child should but to her daddy she was his little miracle that brightened his days making him the proudest daddy in the universe

Today Mikey was in his Call of Duty game smack talking his friends before hearing his little princess calling him making him almost jump out of his shell looking over fast to find his little girl standing next to him huffing as he tried to get his heart to stop jumping out of his chest

Something he had still not gotten use to since the first day she had done it right after she started crawling was his baby was one of the best ninja’s he had ever met – she was so quiet that she could sneak up on her Uncle Leo and Grandpa still as energetic but when she wanted something she was able to switch on her stealth mode just to get it

When she really, really wanted something she went to daddy because she got her way with him

He looked over hearing her sweet voice calling to him softly she was giving him that cute big doe eyed baby face that melted him every time as her mother caught up to her carrying their nine month old daughter on her hip holding her belly out of breath both were hoping for a boy this time looking drained from trying to get her to get dressed well aware the sweet little girl was going to get her way with him when he turned off his mic pulling her into his lap nuzzling and kissing his princess until she giggled curling into him “It’s okay I’ll save you from mommy” he grinned when his wife rolled her eyes but gladly sat down resting her feet on his shell

A while later she took his headset off his head looking at it “Hey boys no nastiness my baby girl is on” seeing him speak into the foam piece she started babbling into the speaker getting several heartfelt aww’s from his buddies online before her daddy took out two of them fast both cheering together

His wonderful little distraction was helping him win both into the game together

He knew it was only a matter of time but she finally wasn’t sitting still

He would never say it but now he knew what his brother’s had been dealing with growing up with him although he couldn’t figure out why they had always been annoyed; when she climbed onto his shoulder wiggling herself into the small space between his neck and shell slumping over his dramatically growling his name in her deep voice that made them laugh telling him to play with her it was the cutest thing he had ever seen

Mikey wanting to finish this one round agreed quickly his eyes never leaving the T.V. hitting buttons as he sat her down shielding his vision with one as she took off counting loudly until she disappeared hearing the ruffling of her climbing into the laundry basket beside the couch struggling to throw the small rags over her until Leo walked in with an arm full of towels that had just finished in the dryer trying to help the woman who was close to passing out, the leader trying not to laugh looking at his niece when she reached for them

The tiny squeak as he dropped all of them on top of her had Mikey grinning seeing them moving as she curled into them finally going still calling her daddy to find her

Without missing a beat he glanced over seeing her little snout sticking out scooting closer before tapping her nose lightly “Hey is there room in there for me!?” the rate of speed from which she stood up looking shocked he had found her made the others burst into laughter, demanding him stop cheating and count again she took off fast climbing under Uncle Raphie’s chair hiding behind his legs.

It didn’t matter where she went the joyful giggles were a dead give away his favorite was her trying to hide so she could see him those baby blues always made him want to look at her

After the game ended he dropped the remote leaving the game as fast as possible leaping up over the couch grabbing her as he landed getting excited squeals from the kicking child. He tickled her kissing all over that little face cradling his baby close telling her how beautiful she was until she kicked at him making the turtle sit up pouting at her as she took one his hands at a time covering his eyes making him count

As he got to five he felt a small pressure on his shell as the little girl climbed up on him but didn’t react waiting until he heard the small click as one of his brothers hooked her in with his boards sling getting up hearing her giggle as she held the top of his shell. He walked around looking every where seeing his brothers dying as he searched acting completely oblivious to where she was stunned he couldn’t find the child until she climbed up squealing in excitement for finally hiding from her daddy in a place he couldn’t find

Now once she had calmed down he bounced around yelling it was his turn quickly going to hide by jumping over the couch sticking his head under the pillow waiting for her to get him after she finished her version of counting

Raph

The little pats of tiny feet walking into the weight room drew his attention away from the bar he was holding up having not been able to fall asleep feeling overheated but not wanting to wake up his mate for some fun he had tucked his love in and decided to work out until he was tired

Raphael had just started his third set he was surprised to see his little girl standing there with a sad look in the doorway; her princess pony sleep pants dragging around her tiny feet as she pulled at the shirt that was getting too small for her, that little lip set in a pout tears filling those stunning golden green eyes “Ay there kitten – what’s wrong baby ya ‘ave a nightmare?” seeing her nod he sat the bar back down on the hooks sitting up as she shuffled towards him sniffling, picking her up after hearing her telling him about the scary creature that had been chasing her “C’mere kitten” he kisses her head trying to calm her by rubbing her little shell the way she liked “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya ‘m the scariest thing in these tunnels ain’t no half ass loser gonna get ya while ‘m here, want daddy ta kick that monsters ass fer messin with m’ girl” he couldn’t help the smile that took over his face as she nodded fast curling up against him

He never thought for a second he would be right here in his life; sure he had dreamed of a better life but it was just that a dream

He had never thought he could fall for a beautiful woman who had become his best friend in a short time after meeting by accident, he had taken the risk showing her he wasn’t wearing a costume after a few too many drinks, for some reason she had liked him, he hadn’t thought she would love him for who he was green skin shell and all but all night she was at his side and as the night grew later her drunken self becoming more then friendly, one crazy night of uninterrupted passion turned into a few months later hearing her say that she was pregnant

Time stopped right there

Not knowing what to do or how to process the sudden news he had sat down too stunned to speak the fact that she had told him it was obvious she wanted to keep the baby and he didn’t even question it Raphael had took her hand pulling the sobbing woman against his chest holding her tight whispering a promise that they would face it together and from then life had been perfect and took off fast

They were a couple right off the bat driving one another crazy, ridiculous fights that always ended ion them laughing and finding they were a match made in hell, he loved laying on her chest talking to the baby so affectionate when nobody was looking being the teddy bear she teased him for.

He was a committed father before he heard that first heart beat, before he had even seen the sonogram he was wrapped around his baby’s finger. As she reached her final month the massive turtle surprised her one night by pulling the woman into his room covering her eyes until he was ready for her to see. Where all his weights and belongings had once sat he had moved almost everything out placing it in the tiny area she had been given her stuff was in there now along with a nursery he had set up for his little angel on one side having built a crib and gotten her a comfortable chair and made both of them a blanket

Their daughters birth had been a shock a month before her due date that his wife still hadn’t let him live down since it had been his fault, he didn’t think so but hey he couldn’t have been the only man to break their girl’s water during a slightly rough love making session- Maybe…

But since the night that little girl was laid in his arms he was glad he had taken the chance, letting somebody in because she made him believe in miracles, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen next to his girl a mix of both of them his life had been flipped upside down by that sweet face and he hope it never changed. In a few weeks his woman was going to deliver another little girl even though his brother said he couldn’t tell the gender they knew it had to be a girl, or that at some point in his life he deserved the mini him that had started it all that was curling up in his lap clinging to her turtle baby doll

“Tell ya what – how bout ya tell Daddy what will make ya feel better kitten?”

He gave her time to collect herself much like him she wasn’t good in voicing her emotions but hearing her small whisper snapped him out of his thoughts looking at her as she asked if they could play a game pleading with her daddy when he told her she really needed to go to bed

He wanted to finish his work out but seeing those big eyes shinning up at him he gave instantly never really able to tell his baby ‘No’ sitting her down covering his eyes starting to count as he did some curls hearing her giggle as she went and hid under the meditation pillows her feet just visible chuckling as she called him to find her, groaning as he tossed his water bottle making her jump looking so betrayed he hadn’t let her win trying to find a better spot in his weight room but when told to count he started just saying random numbers in a never ending sequence after so long she walked over pouting looking so agitated with him

That look told him he was three seconds from getting kicked in his shin making him straighten up before she was running as he jumped up starting towards the kitchen making her dive out of sight sneaking around the living room while he grabbed one of his protein shakes looking around not seeing her as he walked quietly through the area of their home even for his massive size he was so silent he managed to sneak up behind her when he saw her little tail wiggling as she crouched on all fours behind the couch sitting down smirking as she peaked out looking for him before sitting back looking so confused

He got low looking out over her head when she glanced around again trying not to laugh “Man I don’t know where he went but ya think he’ll find us ‘ere”

The screech she made had him on the floor rolling laughing loudly knowing they might have woken somebody as she jumped on him yelling he cheated before he had her in his arms amused as she tried to hit him but it dissipated quickly as she kissed his cheek covering her eyes trying to count knowing it was his turn to hide

Without thinking of it he quickly pulled into his shell watching his little warrior as she looked up to just see the huge shell hearing her laugh as she crawled forward peeking in looking for him her tiny hand patting his head making him come out never knowing they were being watched as his brother’s came in from patrol sneaking to their rooms without interrupting the game “Oh yer too good kitten… damn ya are so good at this baby I can’t hide from ya- Can daddy try again?”

The game went on until the last time he had walked around not seeing her at all until the turtle found her grinning as his heart melted completely finding her curled up in his recliner with one of the blankets he had knitted snuggled with her doll fast asleep; very carefully he lifted her up patting her shell when she stretched cutely sitting down as she nuzzled into his chest sleeping so soundly, he put his legs up knowing he wasn’t putting her in her bed kissing her little forehead as she snoozed on him

Raph watched over his girl nuzzling her as she whimpered making sure the nightmares didn’t return passing out at some point while brushing his fingers through her little curls being found the next morning by his wife and brothers still lounged back with his baby protectively held close curled up on his chest humming as the woman kissed them after draping a blanket over both to let them sleep a bit longer

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #blossoms idea #daddy turtles #turtles and their babies #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #Raph is having a boy that is daddy's mini me #i was a sucker for this #Yes Mikey has the most kids!#got long sorries #tmnt 2014/2016

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amurderofmuses · 4 years

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Even though he knew she couldn’t actually see him blushing, holy fuck if he couldn’t feel his blood cells bubbling about just beneath the surface of his skin. Speaking of skin, she noticed his speckles? His skin tone? He was eating this up and praying to god that she couldn’t tell. Or maybe he wanted her to. He propped an elbow upon the table, resting his cheek against his palm, marveling at her as she spoke. His brow raised a bit in amazement at her statement about not wearing makeup. Not that he thought women needed that sort of thing, but just knowing that her beauty was all natural brought a warm smile to his face.

Although he was listening closely to her, he did begin drifting. He noticed how she would tuck her long hair behind her ear, letting her polished fingers trail through the thick purple strands. Her smile would grow larger when she spoke of something she loved and honestly he was fascinated by her glasses collection, although the brainy turtle was so smitten he couldn’t manage to speak up about it. He only nodded softly, humming happily as his eyes danced with hers from across the table. Her voice was like honey to his ears, he loved hearing her talk about nearly anything. Exactly the reason he chose this exercise. He let out a soft sigh, nearly forgetting about her lack of attire completely until her last question sunk into his brain.

A boyish smirk curled from the left corner of his mouth as he adjusted himself in his chair. “Well… that depends.” He leaned back smoothly, tapping his lips in thought. “It depends on whom is instructing me to do what. When it comes to anything scientific or technical, the whom is obsolete. But again, those are things I know.” He leaned forward, slipping his elbows to the table as he clasped his hands. “When it comes to a woman, she would have to be someone I want to get to know. To learn… let’s just say you for example, I’d have a lot to learn. Now, if you came with an instruction manual, I’d throw it out.” A sly grin curled across his face as he saw her facial expression. “I would much prefer to learn my way… hands on. And trust me when I say my hands would know every… inch… of you. You would be teaching me however, so yes I would do anything you ask of me.” His voice deepened as his expression firmed and his brow raised. He knew exactly what she was insinuating and he was going to make absolute certain she knew he was interested. His golden eyes stayed locked on hers as he lapped his lips, nodding his head as he spoke. “I would really like to learn you. Every part of you.”

There was a moment when Pyre was sure that Don wasn’t paying full attention, he had this some what dreamy far off look in his eyes, but it was more adorable than insulting. She had chosen her words carefully, so maybe he was doing the same. Picking up her cup of coffee Pyre took a sip and hummed with a pleasant smile on her face. It was still perfectly warm and she was enjoying it quite a bit. her eyes opened slowly, long lashes fluttering a bit as her nose wrinkled from her smile. Her glasses obscured some of her expression, but not all of it.

“I suppose we are lucky that I do not come with an instruction manual. I would hate to think of it being tossed away, those poor trees.” It was hard to tell if she was serious or kidding with that. “Though sometimes, manuals have secrets in them, they are usually worth at least a glance.” It was obvious now, his flirting wasn’t just him being playful or polite. He was making his attraction clear, at least his sexual attraction.

“Anything I ask of you? Are you sure you want that much power in the hands of someone you do not know?” Pyre tugged her sweater down to cover a bit more of herself. She felt just a bit of a chill and wished she had worn her thermal leggings. “Learning me is not easy. There is no quick method, no secret code that can be entered. I am like a complex puzzle box, utterly frustrating with no obvious answer on how to get inside. Though, once my box is opened, well that is something. It is getting there that is usually the hard part.” The innuendo probably wasn’t helping the situation any, but it was simply something she could not resist. She sipped another little sip of her coffee, amber eyes bright and mischievous.

“Tell me Donatello, what do you really want from me?” Now that was a dangerous and loaded question.

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#//Pyre & Donnie

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lycorogue · 3 years

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Perfect Doesn’t Need to be Perfect: Chapter 2

I miss these early chapters. They were easy. They were small. They were still relatively light-hearted. Then chapter 5 happened and I’ve completely lost this project down an angsty rabbit hole. 0.o I’ll try to get that sorted out in the next couple of days.

In the meantime, enjoy one of the short, fluffy chapters.

**Contains Spoilers for Taurus Pixie’s story Twelve Days of Chatmas**

Summary: Chat Noir has run into a long streak of poor luck, all in an attempt to give Ladybug the perfect Christmas gift. Little does he know, his first try was already perfect in Ladybug’s eyes. Now it’s her turn to try to navigate around Chat Noir’s failed attempts in her own pursuit to find something equally fantastic for him. **A Switched-POV Unofficial Companion Story to Twelve Days of Chatmas by @thetauruspixie**

Rating: General Audience

Chapter Word Count: 1733

Story Total Word Count: 37,973

Status: chapter 2 of 12; complete

**For reals, if you haven’t read Twelve Days of Chatmas yet, read that first so my story doesn’t spoil anything for you. It’s cool. This story will still be here when you get back. ;) **

See below for chapter 2, or find this story over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

CHAPTER 2:

The little pear tree sculpture was worse off than Marinette gave it credit, but it wasn't completely irreparable. She had taken stock of the damage the night before, and made a point of picking up the necessary supplies after school. Now it was time to get to work.

Too much of the foam base was chipped away when the card stock truck was ripped out of it, so she started off with replacing that. Then she carefully bent the trunk back so it was flat. The bad bend left a scarring crease in the base of the trunk, bit it actually looked good. Most trees had some sort of scarring in their bark. Using tracing paper to make a pattern, Marinette cut out two slightly smaller versions of Chat Noir's trunk from more card stock. Doubling up her own tree trunks, she glued them to the back of Chat Noir's to reinforce it. Finally, she made it 3D by adding a support branch of roots off the back. Resting the tree on her desk, it stood perfectly straight on it's own; no foam required.

Confident it was now sturdy enough for the weight of the filled in branches, Marinette got to work on fixing everything else. Using a decorative hole punch, she created a small confetti pile of green almond-shaped leaves out of construction paper. She then laid them out on parchment paper, and sprayed them down with adhesive before taking a deep breath.

“He's lucky I like him.” Through gritted teeth she started shaking the green glitter onto the sticky green leaves. She kept it as close to the project as she could, and she tried to stop once the leaves were properly coated without having too much excess. With any luck, she'd only find glitter for the next week or so.

As the leaves dried she got to work on reinforcing the partridge so its chubby little head wouldn't bend forward from the weight of the wooden beak and note.

The note. Forgetting what she was doing, Marinette gently pushed the clothespin open and released the torn note from the bird's grip. Folded over, the little note was barely larger than a postage stamp. Carefully opening it, Marinette was greeted by tiny but elegant writing; far fancier than she imagined Chat Noir's handwriting to be.

“Wishing the most amazing girl in the world the greatest of Christmases,” Marinette read the note aloud to Tikki. It was signed with a little heart drawn with red ink, and a paw print colored in with green ink. Giggling a little to herself, Marinette tore off two small strips of tape and patched up the tear running through the center of the message. She then tore off one more piece of tape. Flipping through to the next blank page of her diary, she taped the note to the bottom corner. A smile stretched across her face as she rested her palm against Chat Noir's tiny Christmas card.

After taking a beat, she closed up her diary and locked it away in its box. Rolling her shoulders, Marinette got back to work on firming up the partridge and touching up the coloring Chat Noir had done on the bird.

She let all the components dry while she had dinner, but instantly went back to work once she was done. First up was carefully gluing the leaves into place. Her new ones weren't nearly as drenched in glitter, and the shade of glitter was slightly lighter, but the two-toned leaves added a nice dimension to the piece.

She took a homework break while the leaves dried completely, then it was back to work to add on the pears and – she couldn't believe she followed through with it – the heart decorations. She managed to tuck the corners of the pears and hearts between some of the leaves to add more depth to the tree and make the fruit and ornaments look like they were actually nestled inside the tree branches.

As she waited for the tree to dry one last time so she could add the bird back onto its perch, Marinette started up a list; instantly and a bit frustratingly crossing off each item the moment she wrote it down.

She needed to come up with the perfect gift for Chat Noir. He seemed so hurt about his present, and he had put so much pressure on himself to get her the perfect thing that she couldn't fall short in doing the same. He was more precious to her than he realized, and this was her chance to make sure he knew that. She was stumped on what to do though.

Scarves, hats, mittens, shirts, vests, necklaces, earrings, pins; everything Marinette came up with wouldn't work. She was a fashion designer; her default gift for everyone was a piece of clothing or an accessory. None of it was a good idea. Her silly kitty would most likely be too excited about her gifting him something to remember to not wear it as a civilian. Then she could possibly run into him, and see him wearing the gift she made for Chat Noir, and then she'd know his identity, and-

She shook her head to try to get out of the spiral. Even if he was disciplined enough to not wear anything she gifted him while in his civilian form, it wasn't like he could really wear any of it while powered up either. Which meant, either he had to wear it alone in his house and nowhere else, or he'd never use it. That wouldn't work at all.

Blanket? Marinette tapped on the word, circling it a couple of times. That could be the best option for her. People rarely take blankets out of their rooms anyway, so he could use it without her seeing. Plus, it was always comforting to just curl up under a warm and semi-heavy blanket during chilly winter nights. Was it special enough for him, though? Would she have time to make him one? What design should she use for the blanket? Something not too obvious, in case he wanted to use the blanket in communal rooms in his home.

Looking out her window, Marinette knew she needed inspiration. It was time to go to her well.

“Tikki, spots on!”

Less than ten minutes later, Ladybug landed atop an apartment building just four blocks away from the Eiffel Tower. It wasn't the Trocadéro, but unfortunately the park was swarming with tourists this time of year, and she just needed some time to sit and think. It wasn't the same view that usually amazed her no matter how often she saw it, but the Seine still sparkled under the lights of Paris to her left, and the Eiffel Tower still spired before her on the other side of the river.

The sun was sinking below the horizon past the Eiffel Tower, and it cast a purple and deep magenta glow within the overcast sky. Curling up into a ball, Ladybug sat on the roof with her knees pressed against her chest and her chin resting between them. The lights running up the Eiffel Tower turned on in the twilight, and the whole of Paris joined suit. The yellows, blues, oranges, and Christmas reds and greens created a sea of lights below her. It was calming, welcoming, and inspiring.

Warmed by how serene her city looked, Ladybug uncurled. Dangling her legs over the ledge of the roof, she leaned back and admired the Eiffel Tower as it sliced through the cotton candy clouds.

The clouds are kind of blanketing the sky. Could I make something that looks like Paris on a winter's night for Chat Noir? She hummed softly as she pondered how she'd be able to execute something like that. She really fell into the zone as she meditated to the arrhythmic clicking of her swinging feet gently tapping against the side of the building. She could do a gradient fabric, and a quilted stitch so there were pockets of fill to mimic clouds. She could even purposefully avoid a symmetric square quilted look, instead pocketing the fill within a quilt of cloud shapes.

A duet of cooing pulled her attention from her designing. The flapping of wings grew louder, and two pigeons flew straight for her. She flinched and leaned slightly out of the way as they buzzed past her, close enough for her to notice their orange turtle-shell patterned wings and brown-gray bodies. Whatever they were, they weren't regular pigeons. A moment later, she registered that both birds had something gripped within their toes. One was carrying a trio of red roses. Its partner had a handmade card wrinkling slightly in its grip.

Homing pigeons? That didn't quite feel right to Ladybug either, but the duo seemed to be on a mission, so she mentally wished them save travels and hoped they found who they were looking for.

It seemed weird though. Even with Mr. Ramier in Paris, Ladybug didn't recall ever seeing anyone use homing pigeons before. She scanned the rooftops, trying to see who might have released the birds.

Nothing. There was no one on the rooftops nearby. No one on balconies. At first Ladybug was just curious as to who is using the skilled but archaic method of communication, especially with regards to sending what looked like a very romantic Christmas gift. However, after spying not a single soul in the area, it became an intriguing mystery she was itching to uncover.

She wandered her rooftop to try to get a better view, but there were still no clues anywhere. It was like the birds simply appeared. After a couple minutes, Ladybug decided that was a good enough explanation for her. They appeared from nowhere, and vanished to the horizon. They were an enigmatic package carrying a sweet gift for someone. A beautiful mystery of life not meant to be solved.

With a satisfied shrug, Ladybug headed back home, her head filled with fantasies of Adrien sending the pair of birds to her, and the card being a love letter. She giggled at the elation she'd feel if that were true, as well as the insanity of such a thing happening.

Imagine, Adrien Agreste sending Marinette Dupain-Cheng a pair of birds holding a Christmas gift and a declaration of love. A girl could dream.

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capncrankle · 5 years

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Bedtime stories.

TMNT 2016

Story used in the end: The Stars in the Sky.

Headcannon story: Mikey used to have a lot of nightmares as a child, and his brothers tried different ways to help him. After years of almost no nightmares, or if he did have them, they wouldn’t be scaring him too much anymore. He has a nightmare that terrifies him.

Mikey likes bedtime stories, any kind. Princess tales, adventure, fantasy and on. He’d have Leo reading them for him either after nightmares, for comfort, or if he’s in the mood and tired. Leo (or one of the others) is always up to help him out.

(Lmao i tried my best xD)

Michelangelo had woken up about 30 minutes ago, and he was fully awake. His nightmare had terrified him, he’d never been so afraid in his life. Normally he’d shaken the nightmare off cause they didn’t get to him anymore, but that wasn’t an option this time.

It was 3am last time he checked.

He’d been sitting up in his bed, knees pulled up the best they could as his shell was against the wall. He searched the room in the dark every 5 minutes. He didn’t check under his bed though.

No way.

His brothers were sleeping and it’s been years since he’d woken one of them up after a nightmare. And he didn’t want to start again.

Silently but quickly he jumped out of bed, if anyone was here they would have pointed out that he landed about almost a meter away. But Raphael - Who slept on the top mattress - was asleep anyways. Same with, Leonardo on the other side of the room. Donatello was nowhere in sight though. His small “corner” was also pretty dark when his LED lights were off

But he hadn’t checked under the bed and this turtle, wasn’t taking any risks. Quickly walking to the door he opened it and closed quickly. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, he was still freaked out after all.

You know, that thing every person goes through when they’re a child. Monster under the bed, better jump out of it with a meter’s distance to be safe. Better close the door quickly, to not let the evil thing out after you.

Or keeping the door open cause using the bathroom is really needed, and the evil might be out, so you quickly close the door and jump into bed before anything can grab you.

Mikey quietly walked into the tv room and sat on the pizza box couch, turning the tv on quickly and getting comfortable.

He kept looking around to make sure he was good, but heard rustling towards Donatello’s lab.

Even though there was a great distance from the couch and the room where Donnie did his science things in, he still got anxious.

He silently sneaked over to see what he was up to. He was cleaning his things and he almost looked done. Mikey let out a quiet sigh and went back to the couch.

His mind drifted to the nightmare he had and he suddenly grew scared again. He hid his face in his hands as he tried to forget it.

He was in a giant closed off place. Giant walls surrounded him, they looked old. They had cracks and giant scratches.

He wasn’t alone, but he surely hoped he was. If something could make such giant scratches he didn’t want to be anywhere near it. They were deep and looked slightly bloody.

He ventured alone in the giant forest. The biggest trees he’d ever seen was over him. They were tight and he felt claustrophobic out of a sudden.

He stumbled past something that was colored.

It reminded him of something but he couldn’t quite point out what it was.

He picked it up and realized it was a bandana.

A purple one to be exact.

Okay so maybe he wasn’t alone. Somebody lost this, he was sure of that. Maybe they wanted it back?

‘Stupid to think when you’re in the middle of a giant mess, Mike’ he thought to himself.

Venturing deeper he found crosses made out of wood, placed in the dirt. They looked bloody as well.

He was freaked out now. Stumbling upon this kind of thing wasn’t exactly what he needed at the moment.

He noticed another bandana and quickly picked it up. This was one was slightly bloody as well, just like the purple one.

Blue.

He knew he’d seen this somewhere. He grew frustrated and wrapped it around his wrist with the purple one. He sighed out and quickly hurried out.

It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon metal pipes of some sort poking out of the ground in different directions and making the grass and dirt look messed up. Leaves covered some of the ground.

walking through the field of metal pipes or what they were he stumbled upon a red bandana.

Picking it up he thought he heard growling. He stiffened. ‘Shit.’ went through his mind.

He tried to quickly wrap the thing around his wrist but failed as his shaky movements triggered another low growl.

He didn’t dare turn around but rather decided to attempt an escape.

He had no idea where to hell he was going or how would somewhere safe, cause the thing or whatever the hell it was, was catching up to him rather fast. He was running as fast as his small legs could carry him at the moment. He was out of air rather quickly, as he went between the thick trees and stopped when he found a curved tree and quickly scooted under it.

He found himself hyperventilating when he looked to the bandanas.

These colors.

These bandanas.

They meant something, and they meant a lot.

He needed his brothers. He needed them now.

Mikey was too lost in his own thoughts and lost in his nightmare to hear the faint panicked voices from the real world and they grew louder and louder as they ventured around the place.

Someone walked quickly into the tv room and what they were about to witness would break them for the next week.

There on the couch. Was Raphael’s baby brother. He was hyperventilating and choking on tears.

“Guys i found him!” Mikey heard a voice again, as an ear piercing sound kept growing around him, around him, as a pounding headache creeped up on him. He looked up and to his side when he felt someone wrap their arms around him and pulling him towards them.

He grabbed onto his older brother as he sobbed into his chest.

He could feel his two other brothers beside him. They had come to the rescue when, Raph, yelled for them.

They woke up when Donnie sneaked into the room heading for his bed, but realizing Mikey wasn’t there. He woke up the hothead first to hear if he knew where he was. Maybe he had woken up and seen him leave?

After a few minutes of them comforting him and whispering words back and forth, he finally calmed down enough to pull away from his brother’s side.

He looked up and noticed the scar over his brother’s lip. Raph had been the first to find him and he’d been the one hugging him. Comforting him. “I had a pretty bad nightmare..” He trailed off as he chuckled slightly.

His brothers understood instantly and they helped him stand.

Raphael helped him back into their bedrooms and into his bed. He sat beside him on a chair.

Leonardo returned with a big book, Mikey found himself smiling as his brother dragged a chair up beside him, his oldest brother smiled brightly at him.

Donatello came into the room, he had a class of Mikey’s favourite juice and placed it on a table nearby, he sat down on Mikey’s bed by his feet.

Raph turned on a small orange lamp beside him, that they had made for him when they were children, back when he was dealing with nightmares weekly. It helped and he stopped using it after a while. Since nightmares were almost monthly and sometimes he didn’t really have any for a long time.

Splinter was silently standing in the doorway. He had woken up when Raphael had called out for his brothers. And he had seen everything.

The small turtle got his blanket over his shoulders and Donnie kept a hand on his lower leg over the blanket.

Splinter was smiling. His eyes full of love as he turned around to leave. He heard the start and was satisfied with how it was turning out.

He could see how much they cared for him. How Raphael came to the rescue when he found him, in complete panic on the couch, as he pulled him close to his side. How Leonardo went to find a book, he knew they had training, he knew they needed sleep. How Donatello looked drained of energy, he looked like he could pass out any minute, but he stayed awake to comfort his little brother. They all got up to search for him, they were worried cause either he could be in danger, upset or sleeping somewhere else without telling them. And their baby brother came first. He’d always come first.

Leo opened the book as he began.

”Once on a time and twice on a time, and all times together as ever I heard tell of, there was a tiny lassie who would weep all day to have the stars in the sky to play with”

#tmnt2016 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #raphael #nightmare #bedtime story #michelangelo #donatello #splinter #i'd honestly die if this ever happened :3 #bayversetmnt #i tried my best but it's not the best but i tried and i'm somewhat satisfied

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chrismdthings · 7 years

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golden days

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): mention of drinking/drugs note: listen to golden days - panic! at the disco while reading / 1,782 words

i found a pile of polaroids in the crates of a record shop they were sexy, sexy looking back from a night that time forgot

Pulling the cardboard flaps of the box apart, Chris peered inside quickly.

He was sitting on the floor of a spare-bedroom, going through numerous boxes as he prepared to soon clear them out, and eventually move them into the new place. So far he had found boxes with old toys, knick knacks from his childhood, and even his first pair of football boots.

Chris assumed this box would be the same and he would tape it back up and shove it to the side, but this time he found something different. Instead of an old wooden toy or decoration, he saw photos scattered along the bottom, along with several other items.

Raising a brow, Chris slumped his shoulders and reached inside, gathering the photos in his hand before looking at the rest of the things in the box. There was a necklace with a small shell as a charm, a postcard with a beach on the front, a mini-umbrella that usually come in served drinks, and a yellow and pink tie-dye tee with the word Ibiza stitched on the front with a small turtle below it. Chris laughed at the weird assortment of gifts and souvenirs, and then turned to the photos.

There were dozens, maybe a couple dozen polaroid photos, all with cursive handwriting and dates along the bottom of them. A smile immediately hit his lips as he looked at the subject of the first photo, and then the others as well.

The first polaroid photo was of you. You were laying in bed, the white duvet pulled up around your chest but revealed your bare shoulders. Even with tired eyes, there was a sleepy grin on your lips as you were looking away from the lens, and at Chris behind the camera instead. Along the bottom ridge of the photo, in your cursive handwriting wrote; “First morning in Ibiza. 07/07/14″

The polaroid photos were from three years ago on a holiday to Ibiza. You and Chris tagged along with friends after successfully completing school as a plan to relax, have fun, and let loose. It was one of Chris’ first true holidays with his friends, and he seemed to have completely forgotten about the polaroids that he took himself.

Chris couldn’t remember much from the holiday as it seemed he was drinking every single moment, or that’s what he could remember, but now as he looked at each individual photo, it all seemed to come back to him.

The second polaroid photo was of you and Chris, taken by a friend of yours. You and Chris were sitting on the back of a boat, legs dangling off the edge and into the water, and his arm was around your shoulders. The following polaroid was taken just moments after it, and you two were now facing each other and heads thrown back with laughter. Chris smiled and looked at the bottom of the second polaroid and to your handwriting; “I’ll never stop choosing you. 08/07/14″’

The fourth photo was of the entire group at dinner one night, all smiling as the photo was taken. All of you were dressed up in the fanciest piece of clothing, and Chris somewhat remembered matching you as you wore a gold dress and he chose his shirt to specifically match you. In the photo, each couple at the table was sitting close, meanwhile the one single friend was in the middle alone. You had one arm around Chris’ shoulders and another under his arm and your hand was placed on his chest. You two were both beaming a smile.

Chris remembered this nightly vividly, and the photo brought it all back. After dinner, all of you as a group went out onto a yacht, courtesy of a rich group you had also met that night, and at one point everyone was in the water after either jumping in by their own will, or being shoved in by another. The thing was, none of you all had lowered the ladder to get back onto the yacht. So there you all were, a group of drunk almost-adults, having to swim back to the shore. Chris couldn’t remember much after they hit land, other than laughing and stumbling back to the villa a few blocks away, but he knew that someone had go to back for the yacht at some point.

He looked down at the caption on the bottom; “One hell of a good time. 10/07/14″

The next few photos went along with the group shot, and was the after-math of the dinner and while on the yacht. There were shots of the dozens of golden bottles of champagne and the finest wines, the cigars, and the drugs spread out along tables.

It was Ibiza after all, where it seemed like there were no rules, and where everyone came to live freely for as long as they liked.

There was another photo of you and one of your friends, lounging side-by-side on towels on the fine white sand of a cove. Then the next one was a follow-up photo, your lips pressed against Chris’ cheek as he held the camera out at arms-length and wore a bright grin, sort of like the one that resembled all of his post-braces selfies.

That polaroid photo had a distinct caption along the bottom, the word; “kairosclerosis. 12/07/16″

Chris could faintly remember watching you write these captions every night of the holiday after retiring to the villa, and he stood behind you as you wrote this caption in particular and asked what it meant. You explained to him that it was a Greek word that was used rarely, but when used, it was used to explain the feeling you get when you realize that you are happy. Chris would never forget what that word meant.

oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? and the clock just makes the colors turn to grey forever younger growing older just the same all the memories that we make will never change we'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain

Kairosclerosis wasn’t the only word that you wrote along the bottom of a polaroid photo on that holiday, and wasn’t the only word you taught Chris.

Along the edge of the last photo, a group photo at the airport as you all were boarding flights back to Jersey, you had scribbled down the word; “zenosyne. 13/07/14″

Zenosyne was also a Greek word, and it was used to describe the feeling of sense that time is only getting faster. The word was used on the holiday because it felt like every day was seconds long, and it was used to describe Chris’ general life now.

So much was happening in such a short period of time.

Chris was going through old boxes, packing up everything else into boxes in preparation to move into his new house with you. The summer of 2014 was the first summer that you and Chris spent together, and here, two years later, you two were preparing to take that next huge step and settle down together.

Things were changing rapidly in his life, and in yours as well a you two took this huge step, but it was nothing that he would change. It actually made him look back on these moments and look at them fonder, because they were memories and memories never changed, unlike daily life.

Time was moving faster and faster, and Chris was moving on, leaving all of that behind to focus on his new future and what it held for him and you both.

and i swear that i’ll always paint you golden days golden days

Those days that you two shared in the past, such as the ones in Ibiza, might not be so common in the future as you were forced to get a job and become sensible instead of that wild and free being you once were, but Chris promised to show you.

As teenagers, you and Chris had that typical teenage-life with exception of the days of his league matches and your recitals. You two went out every weekend with friends, stayed out til the early hours of the morning doing anything and everything. Even the cliche’s in movies, you and Chris done it.

Now was the time that the both of you had to grow up. There would be no more living with and off your parents, no more late nights just because, because you two were technically adults now. Instead you and Chris would have to pay bills and do your own groceries, have early nights and early mornings, and be responsible. Which sounded awful, in your opinion..

But Chris promised to never let those memories, to let your life become those “mediocre lives.” He was still going to continue to show you different things, take you different places and on random holidays, to still act and be like that teenage couple you two once were.

“Listen, just because this changed,” Chris opened his arms to signal to the large and empty living room that will eventually be soon with furniture and laughter and eventually a family. “Doesn’t mean that what we have will.”

He brought his arms back around your shoulders, nestling his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin. “I promise to still treat you like the same you I have always known. I promise to show you places you have never seen. And I promise that this relationship won’t become something old and boring, but to remain as it has been for the past years.”

Chris paused for a moment, his mind going back to those polaroid photos he found in the box last week. He smiled and rested his chin on your shoulder. “And I promise that if you forget those days, those memories that we had, I will always show you them over and over again.”

You laughed lightly. “What do you mean, Dixon?”

“If you forget about that trip to Ibiza years ago, I’ll book a flight again.” He said. “And if you forget those memories in Cyprus, in Rome, in Barcelona, I promise to take you over and over again.”

Chris watched you shift your head and turn to look at him, and he lifted his head from your shoulder. You looked at him and smiled softly, pressing a kiss under his chin, and to his jaw, and then to his lips.

“Right now, our future’s certain, but I won’t let everything else fade away.”

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twilightpony4 · 6 years

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Ola Americano... Turtle?: 2. Young Adults

Driving through the city with extravagantly tinted windows was never more relaxing. Normally, they would be on the lookout for police who would want to pull them over to give them a citation for the feature. Raphael was always first to volunteer to outrun them if they were ever given the chance, but since they have now been given a pass by the police as an undercover vehicle, that chance to engage in a Tokyo Drift faded away. At least they still get those funny looks from fellow drivers and pedestrians who either ogle or ridicule the fashion of their vehicle. If only they knew this meager van withheld its own defenses.

Donnie drove to the back of the TCRI building. The entire perimeter was surrounded by armed guards and yellow tape. Noticing the van, the policeman took no time but to accept their clearance and open up a spot for them to drive on through. The driver let down his window just an inch when he stopped before the building. His car shut off and a female officer ran up to the window. Quick words were exchanged until a quick nod. She grabbed her dispatch and soon the street lights of the block turned their environment black. Only for a few seconds did this occur until the van was emptied and its passengers safely inside the TCRI structure. The mutants were immediately greeted by an officer who was assigned to take them to the floor Chief Vincent was occupying. The teens walked hurriedly, but not enough to not catch a glimpse of their surroundings. Officers, detectives, you name it were swarming out there as they pried open drawers and analyzed possible evidence. The floor altogether was emptied, swept clean in hopes of finding secrets between the walls and floorboards. When coming upon the elevator, both the space and weight capacity could not hold all six of them. They learned that after the narrow space could barely hold a turtle and a lizard together. The officer guiding them looked flushed with embarrassment and suggested that they should take the elevator meant for their machines. The hydraulics of this more industrial elevator did the trick as the family was sent up without their guide to the 9th floor of the TCRI building. They waited patiently as they were whisked up. Trying to get something started, Michelangelo started an 8-beat rhythm but no one was interested in collaborating along with him, ending the potential show short much to the young turtle’s dismay. The elevator dinged and the large door opened up to them the desired room. Just like any other floor, it was flooded with more people than ordinary office items. By the large machines and some other recognizable pieces seen from Donatello’s little lab, this must have been their laboratory floor. To their right, a glass box had cracked walls from the inside. To the left, computers were being hacked into and opened up for further investigation.

“Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” Vincent’s voice caused for a change of direction of mutant heads. She stepped sharply with her assistant struggling to keep up with her. The mutant gang opened up to her as she approached them with a content expression. Although alright on the outside and having usual contact with the male mutants, the differences of the girls struck a hushed awe within herself.

“These are our sisters you remember. ‘Member?” Mikey spoke in a silly tone as he pulled his two sisters up to the chief. Yes, she remembered them but only as the boys have recalled. It was the first time she had officially met the two girls due to their absence in China.

“Of course, but not by blood, correct?”

“We're still a family.” Venus assured. Blood or not, they were a family and it would be best to pass that knowledge around to others who may want to challenge it. Thankfully, Vincent smiled, nodding while facing the floor.

“Of course. Chief Vincent of the New York Police Department.” She stook out a sharp hand for Mona to grab onto.

“Mona Lisa, kunoichi.” With such authority, Mona strived to match the same basic and affirmative tone as the chief held. After saying so, she felt more power through her throat.

“Kunoichi?”

“Female ninja.” The lizard lady added after remembering it is not a commonly known phrase in America. Vincent made an ‘O’ with her mouth, and then turn to Venus with her hand.

“Venus de Milo, kunoichi and magician.”

“A magician, so you like to create illusions?” As she asked, Vincent turned away and began to walk. The clan followed closely behind her for they knew she was ready to get down to business.

“Something like that.” The female terrapin almost whispered as they walked with the most mischievous look on her face.

“I'm glad all of you are here for I believe our team has found something you'll all want to see.”

“The place looks empty.” Raph commented as a team with baggies full of random items passed by. Most likely they were going to go to their forensic labs to find a clue through them.

“We're almost there. Ever since, we've swiped the entire building clean. Unfortunately, they seemed to have removed the latter of their possible experiments, plans, files, you name it. But, we have come across something quite interesting.” They came across a black desk with the surface swept clean. Vincent went behind it and sat in the chair. Bending over, she opened a cabinet and appeared to be fishing through some files. Michelangelo took it upon himself to sit on the corner of the table as he waited for her to pull out the desired file. Mona shook her head defeatedly for the child being so childish, but then again she knew who they were dealing with.

“Gentlemen, and ladies, in this file is useful information we can use to track down Baxter Stockman.” The black file was handed in Leonardo’s direction. The leader took it and opened it up. The breaths of five beat down his neck as he tried to tolerate it and read. There was picture of a man’s profile. He looked confident with his eyes glaring through his spectacles. Surprisingly enough, he was a rather alright-looking man. Beneath his picture was his name in bold letters: Seth Chapelin. To the left, numerous notable characteristics and achievements of the well decorated, red-headed man were listed. The red banded turtle was the first to respond.

“A resumè?” He raised his brow and looked to her with an unamused tone.

“His entire bio.” She clarified, ending his snarky expression. Donatello's arm pushed Leonardo and Venus forward a little and lay it over their shoulders to point out something in the file.

“Doctor Chapelin, robotics engineer. Stationed in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.” He read to them, tracing his finger under each word quite intrigued.

“Read further” she dared as her back was engulfed into the back of her seat. Vincent crossed her arms as well as her legs. “and you find that Chapelin is the assistant of Stockman.” Donatello was the only one to look further into it. Once he got that surprised, eyebrow raised look, they took her word for it.

“He looks so young.” Venus mumbled as she stared at his profile picture. Leonardo was beginning to pass it on to her for her took look more throughout the file and she pulled back at it. Once in her hands, she read on further what she couldn’t see from the view beside Leo.

“And incredibly intelligent.” Vincent added in regards to Venus’ surprise. “With this, I was hoping you all could do a little investigation on your own.” Leonardo nodded.

“But what about finding Shredder?” Vincent’s gaze moved to Michelangelo, whose shrugged shoulders questioned her motives. “He's got to be number one priority, right?”

“Of course, but we are unable to pick up his tracks. My hopes are that if you can find Chapelin and find out what rock Stockman is hiding-.”

“We find Shredder through him.” Leonardo finished. Vincent nodded.

“Precisely.”

“So,” Mona dwelled on “does this mean what I think you’re saying?” She asked. The chief sat up from her chair. Her hands were clasped together and on the desk just as the elbows that supported her upper body.

“I heard it's Carnival season. Would you all like to see Brazil, again apparently?”

“Well,” Raphael looked to the ground, shaking his head. “I wasn't too fond of the crash.” Oh yeah, like he wanted to blow up in the sky and come hurdling down to be skipped like a rock and barely survive a waterfall. Just the thought of flying again got him rubbing the back on his neck in anxiety.

“Softshell.” He heard Michelangelo mutter.

“Moron.” Raphael retaliated, a little louder this time.

“Numbskull!” Louder.

“Shrek the Third!” Louder.

“Children, children!” Donatello’s quick claps and breaking their stares between one another with his own stopped the two brothers from continuing. Both huffed and turned away in a pouting fashion. “We have more important things to deal with other than your pettiness.”

“I sometimes forget you are all still children.” Her passively-mocking tone did not sit right with the others of the group. Although she really did not mean to cause a stir, she was right. Here, they were supposed to be mature with adult responsibilities yet their name-calling and pouting in the middle of a serious investigation. Some heroes.

“Teenagers,” Mikey clarified, trying to fix the situation. Suddenly, he began to lean closer to her with his elbow resting on the desk. Then, his hand held up his chin with his pointer finger lining up the side of his face. It was his way of looking ‘classy’. “ but we can still have those adult conversations.” He spoke with such melody. Mona grabbed him by the rim of his shell and yanked him up. The young terrapin yelped when she pulled him close for her to whisper to him.

“Not helping.” Even though yanking someone is completely appropriate and mature.

“17’s pretty close to 18.” He wanted to argue, but the lizard lady was not having it.

“Young adults.” Venus took a deep breath before stating. “Young adults with” she looked to the lizard and the terrapin in which she kept her grip on. “childish antics.” she finished, quite defeated and cynical. Leonardo closed his eyes briefly as his way of saying that this was definitely not happening in front of Vincent. A quick breath and he carried on.

“We’ll have to check in with Splinter, but he should be ok with it.” He looked to the folder that was hanging down loosely at Venus’ side. He slipped it out of her tight grip and tucked it under his arm. Then, he scanned over his team. “It's not the first time we all went on a mission on the other side of the globe, right?” That statement carried over a knowing smile between all six mutants. It also brought one upon Vincent’s own lips.

“Contact as soon as you can. I'll make arrangements for your departure.”

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