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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 months

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Hi! do you write for rottmnt?? and if requests are open can I ask for a leoxreader imagine where Mikey realises the reader has a crush on Leo and has to bring out dr.Feelings? Thank you :))

Dr Feelings | Leonardo

hi! yes, i do write for rise, i just haven't gotten around to actually doing anything for it yet! until now - obviously. and requests are open so don't hesitate if you want to request, people!!

this is leo x reader but mikey is the turtle most present for obvious reasons. and i think i might make a second part including the slideshow, especially if you guys like this one! you better like it

warnings: some swearing but that's it? mentions of a bar, i suppose. everyone is 18+!! rise of the tmnt

summary: your crush on leo is painfully obvious and mikey thinks you're overdue a checkup with dr feelings

word count: 782, short and sweet

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You grumbled under your breath, tapping your umbrella against your thigh as you watched Leo flirt with a random yōkai at the other side of the bar. “Fucking loser,” you hissed to yourself.

Having a crush on someone who flirted just as much as they breathed was the worst thing to ever happen to you and you resisted the urge to claw at your face, itching to sink your nails into the flesh of your cheeks as you shot the pair another (not-so) discreet glower.

The yōkai was pretty, you had to admit. Their fur looked as soft as silk despite the rain (that had made you look like a drowned rat – no offence, Splinter – despite being adequately prepared for the weather), their muscles were chiselled and huge, and their crooked grin would make anyone swoon. It was kind of making you swoon too, actually.

You turned away with a bitter scowl only to find Mikey beaming widely at you. His eyes flitted between you and Leo, still loudly flirting, and you wondered if you’d have enough time to bolt for the exit without being tackled by a mutant turtle as the gleam in Mikey’s eyes somehow shone brighter. “Angelo… don’t do it…”

His hands were moving and without thinking, you lunged for him, ignoring Raph’s indignant “HEY!” as you shoved him out of the way, not caring as drinks toppled to the floor. Mikey dodged with ease and by the time you dragged yourself back to your stool, he’d managed to slide his glasses neatly into place. “That’s Dr Feelings to you,” he said with a calm smile. "You're overdue a checkup."

There was a free path to the exit, and you glanced at it quickly. It wasn’t too far, you reasoned with yourself; it would take, what, 20 seconds if you put your back into it? Taking Mikey out had failed pitifully, and you knew you had to run for it if you wanted to preserve any dignity. Donnie was closest to the doorway, but you had faith that he wasn’t paying much attention to you or his brothers, so you shifted in your seat, sliding down slowly to plant your feet firmly to the floor as you bent your knees and prepared to race faster than you ever had before.

“Don’t you dare.”

You swallowed at Mikey’s warning tone. Taking an extra peek behind you and seeing Leo still entertaining someone that wasn’t you, you threw your umbrella at the orange-masked turtle and bolted. He cursed your name as it hit him directly in the chest and you could taste freedom as you reached the exit in record time.

Just as your foot reached the threshold, you felt yourself be drawn back with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs. Strong arms wrapped around your torso, hauling you back to your seat as if you weighed no more than a feather, and you swore loudly. “You fucking traitor!” No one in the bar even glanced in your direction and you swore at them too for good measure.

Raph shrugged unrepentantly and sat you down beside him once more. "Language."

Mikey’s eyes fixed on you, and you felt yourself wilt under the intensity of his relentless stare. He held your umbrella pointedly and you winced at the very noticeable wet mark staining his shirt. “You are incredibly lucky that Dr Delicate Touch is on vacation,” he told you stiffly.

“I don’t need to talk about my feelings,” you sniffed, crossing your arms defensively.

“Scoff!” Maybe Donnie was paying more attention that you had thought.

“Scoffed at by Dr Feelings’ number one patient, how shall I ever recover?”

Mikey ignored you both, instead focusing on something over your shoulder. “Leo is making out with–”

Your neck cracked loudly (man, that was going to absolutely kill you later) with the speed at which you snapped your head towards the scene behind you. “Oh, you little shit.”

Leo looked over from his conversation (where he was definitely not kissing anyone), feeling your gaze on him for the umpteenth time that night. The red crescents curling over and decorating his cheeks were stark against his green skin, eyes bright and playful, and you felt pathetic as you flushed and waved awkwardly back at the teasing wiggle of his fingers.

Mikey just smiled that maniacal smile again when you turned around to face him. “I have a slideshow waiting for you at home, and you will be sitting through it.”

Your face was burning and all you could do was sink deeper into your stool as Raph patted your shoulder sympathetically. So much for preserving dignity, you thought miserably.

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burts-baked-bees · 1 year

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RotTMNT Donnie X Reader SMAU

GN!Reader

CW: Self-deprecation, playful threatening, language

cant stop wont stop making these

#tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt smau #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt imagine

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radicaldadood · 1 year

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Rise drabble y'all yep yep featuring urs truly foot!Leo <3 Forgive me it shouldn't be this long- A drabble ain't even a drabble anymore- Edit: pss I drew this drabble

You wiped the blood on your lips, keeping your eyes narrowed at the man you once knew.

"C'mon (Y/n), we don't have to keep doing this. Just surrender yourself to us. To me. Simple as that and we won't have to fight each other anymore." His husky voice rings in your ear.

Again. As if this will be the last before you yield.

This is amusing to him. The chasing, the game between cat and mouse. He catches you and you fight back. Then he let you escape on purpose. Everytime. Then it repeats like a routine for the both of you.

You know. He knows you know because that's why he allows you to escape. That shit eating grin he often wears to pissed you off on purpose.

How did it get to this?

New York falling apart. Almost every inch of the cities there is no place where the Shredder doesn't own.

People feared for their lives day and night. Unable to risk themselves to go out to look for supplies.

That is your duty. Looking for supplies for the others before curfew. And everytime he always seems to get in your way.

How did he turn out like this?

You remember laughing with him. Pulling jokes together. Playing video games together. Having midnight snacks together because you guys would suffer insomnia almost every night.

He was always so cheerful. So loving. Loyal and caring. He was the face of the team. A leader. A friend. A brother. A son.

What had happened to that Leo?

What gave him away?

What did he miss?

What did he lose?

Thunder cracked upon the sky, snapping you back to reality. You hardened your grips on your sword as you stood your ground.

On the wrong time, your mind decided to occupy you once more by torturing you with stupid flashbacks. You eventually fall for the blue clad throughout the years knowing him and the guys. You two were the closest friends. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You were inseparable. But you decided to bury your feelings deep down, afraid you would ruin your friendship.

You cringed at the thought. You liked- no- loved Leo.

But this isn't Leo.

Leo is no more.

Replaced by this…monster.

Poisoned by another monster. A monster that is much worse than him.

The rain drops reminded you again of the present. The turtle in front of you has been patient with you all evening. You're quite lucky to find out that he hadn't lost his patience after he turned his back on his family. Which means there is still part of Leo left in him. And it pains you deeply.

He pulled a grin, tilting his head while raising his hand and gestured to you to make your last call. It's always like this. He would ask you the first time for you to surrender and you would decline. He'd ask again and you'd give him the same answer. The third same request will be his last warning and you guys would spar after you gave him your final answer.

And tonight as always, you still refuse to give him what he want.

He shrugged, raising his shoulders before cracking his neck and gave his sword a couple of warm up swings.

You stood your ground, waiting for him to give you his special attack like he always does. He didn't take off his smile before speeding himself towards you. You let out the breath you've been holding, embracing yourself for the impact as he charge at you.

Masterlist

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt foot!leo #foot!leo #rottmnt fic #tmnt fic #rottmnt imagine #tmnt imagine #rottmnt leo #tmnt leo #save rottmnt #drabble #tmnt drabble #rottmnt drabble #RFL series

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optimist-pine · 2 years

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Nightmares (ROTTMNT Leo x Reader)

A/n: Short drabble I had to get out of my mind. Takes place after the movie.

Word Count: 493

Warnings: PTSD, dealing with trauma, anxiety, etc.

It's been three weeks since the Krang nearly killed Leo.

He can walk now, painful and slow, but he's no longer strictly on bed rest. Donnie finally released him after multiple days of whining and complaining from Leo became too much for anyone to bear to listen to. Since then he would fall asleep easily exhausted in his own bed and in the morning be found in one of his brother's.

Tonight though the rest must all be sleeping deeply enough that he doesn't want to be a bother to them. He passes through your doorway, a dark silhouette against darker silhouettes; you're only awake enough to know he's there because of the strangled yell you heard come from him a minute ago. You can hear his shaky breaths alternating with the pad of his bare feet on the concrete floor as he gets closer, his shoulders hunched in pain and fists clenched in residual fear.

Without a word, you lift your blankets and he clumsily settles in, wrapping himself around you like he wants as much of himself to be as close to you as it can possibly be. He pulls you to his chest and you worry about causing him pain but after a moment's hesitation place your hand along his face slowly feeling over the side of his cheek and jaw.

"Leo," you say, hand sliding towards his shoulder, "you're okay." Your fingers go back up to his cheek again, "It's okay, I'm here."

He buries his face in between your neck and your shoulder where you're not sure how he can even breathe, his fingers in one hand tangling in your hair, the other is wrapped around your waist protectively keeping you close to him.

"You're safe. You say, feeling his breaths start to even the tiniest bit. "Everyone's safe. We're all okay."

It breaks your heart to see him - to feel him - be so terrified. But it's nothing compared to when you believed he was gone forever. He's here right now and he's okay. He's going to be okay, and you'll be right here, holding him and knowing that he's not going anywhere.

"It was you." He mumbles. "You were gone. I couldn't do anything." He inhales. "You were just... gone."

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes. You had assumed the nightmare was about his brothers, not you. "I'm not gone. I'm not going anywhere." You say and place your hands firmly against his skin. "I'm right here."

In time you both fall asleep holding each other so close that your heartbeats and breaths become one inseparable reflection of life.

---

In the morning you're still right there. Still in his arms where you'll stay until he decides to let go. Until the feeling returns to your limbs and you start your day. And maybe he'll follow you around a bit more closely than normal, and that's okay because you're not going anywhere.

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sweettoothbadger · 3 months

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Fluffbruary begins

Day 1. DOWNY

So we collectively agree that we would be fascinated with the feeling of turts scales, right? And now I cant stop thinking that for turtles we would also feel somewhat strange and pleasant.

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They are different. Not in a bad way. But still.

This thought was bugging you for several weeks at this point drowning any of the fun activities with the turtles in greyish colours.

Sure, they were different, and you loved them as they are - chaotic kind-hearted boys trying their best to keep this city safe.

The problem was that this observation suddenly opened a flood gate to the unwanted thoughts on how they would not want you. More specifically, the man of science himself. And that broke your poor heart bit by bit.

And as you though that all this heart turmoil good enough not to be noticeable.

The purple wearing turtle prided his analytic ability as it proved right yet again as he cornered you in his lab.

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-Pardon, I am what??

-Scoff, downy. Definition - meaning something of the nature of or resembling down; fluffy; soft. You've mentioned at least on 23 occasions before how you, and I quote, "Find my scales strange but awfully nice to your human touch." - he tentatively reached out to grasp your delicate hands in his bigger ones. - and to me, you are downy, soft, delicate. Although I would lie, if I said I was not disappointed in how thick you can be in terms of the current relationship between us.

You sputtered out a strangled noise of indignation at his statement as he louvered himself so his snoot was now mere millimeters from your rapidly blushing face and bared his teeth in a familiar arrogant manner:

-Though, it makes it even cuter.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #well lets see how far i will get with this #it seems i am unable to finish challenges #tmnt imagine #rottmnt imagine #i was at least writing rottmnt donnie #but he is extra hard for me #smart people are generally hard to write #tmnt x reader #probably revisit this one later to fix #this does not look very good #tmnt donnie x reader #rise donnatello #but any other as well #it is rather vague

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findmeinasunshower · 1 year

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𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂: 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 (𝑻𝑴𝑵𝑻)

word-count: <1k

lil baby blurb, fluff, gender-neutral reader; pictured rise!Leo but can be read as any version of the Turtles!

warnings: none :)

“Master Splinter?”

The rat raises his head and slowly opens his eyes, shaking away the fog of meditation as he does. His second youngest son is hovering in the doorway, Splinter blinks in concern when he notices the boy is shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. It’s rare that Leonardo presents as anything other than confident, so the sheer discomfort radiating from him sets off his paternal instincts. “What is it, my son? Did (y/n) leave already?”

Leonardo seems to flinch slightly at the sound of your name. “Uh, yeah. (y/n) just left. Are you...” he glances pointedly at the candles set in front of his father. “...Are you busy?”

It’s also rare that his second youngest son asks for advice without prompting.

So Splinter shakes his head and gestures to the mat in front of him. “Come sit.” Leo nods and slinks forward to kneel next to his father. Splinter turns his eyes back to the candles and asks: “What happened?”

He sees Leonardo shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Nothing major, I guess. Something’s just...off. I don’t think it’s anything I did, but it’s nothing (y/n) did either.”

“I really like them.”

The blue-banded turtle smiles, his eyes becoming dreamy in the flickering candlelight. It’s nice to hear his father outwardly express that he likes you. “Yeah, I like them too.”

Thinking of you only brings back the memory of what happened earlier in the night, why Leo has come to his father in the first place. His face falls at the recollection and Leonardo bunches his fists on his knees. “Tonight, (y/n) asked me if I loved them and...I’m not exactly sure what happened, but I know I messed up.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say anything.”

Splinter hums in understanding and looks back at Leonardo. “Well then you must ask yourself, my son: Do you love (y/n)?”

Leonardo nods in earnest. “Yes, I do. Very much.”

“Then why are you afraid?”

“How can anyone not be afraid of love?” Leonardo blurts. Even the turtle himself seems surprised by the question he couldn’t keep from escaping. Splinter’s heart warms at the sight. To see his son go through the thrills and woes of love...it’s something every parent wishes for and dreads at the same time.

“That is a very wise and often confusing question, Leonardo. Let me ask you: Are you afraid of the Kraang?”

His son’s face darkens at the question. “Of course.”

“But does that fear stop you from facing them?”

Leonardo blinks as the pieces begin to fall into place before shaking his head. “No, it doesn’t.”

“So, why is love any different?”

One more second of silence passes before Leo is springing to his feet. “You’re right! Just because I’m scared doesn’t mean I can’t do it, I’ve practically done this before!”

Splinter smiles softly. Oh, if only he knew. “I suggest bringing them flowers.”

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chiliiscereal · 1 year

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Hamato Elisabetta Sirani

Human culture

Summary: the Hamato family begins to explore what it means to be human

Year 2

Mikey colored the flaps green while Sirani drew crooked lines on the actual box.

"Turtle turtle turtle!" They chanted as they drew.

Splinter had sat himself in front of the tv, telling the younger two to go entertain themselves. A single rat dad needed a break every now and then.

"What are you two doing." Donnie asked, raising a brow from his spot on the couch. He flipped a page of the scrounged National Geographic without taking his eyes off them. "I'm trying to read."

"Turtle shell!" Sirani exclaimed. "For me!"

"That won't actually protect you, you know." He flipped through another page, absorbing the information. "You'd need something harder than cardboard."

The two ignored him.

She attempted to connect the lines on the top but wasn't big enough to reach.

So she climbed onto the box, sitting on the top.

There was tape.

Surely it would hold.

"Why do you even want a shell anyway?" Donnie continued. "It's not going to make you a turtle."

Sirani stood up. "Marker."

Mikey handed the black marker to her and continued his work.

"Seriously, why do you want it?"

"Like you." She answered, crouching to connect the lines on the box. "Turtle."

"You're not a turtle though!" He exclaimed as he set his magazine down. "You can't just change what you are."

"Can so." She argued back.

"Really. Do tell." He slid off the couch.

"Magic."

"Magic isn't real."

"Is."

"It's not!"

"Yes it is!" Mikey joined in. "Sirani can do it!"

"Not this again." Donnie pinched the bridge of his nose. "That was a lie you told dad!"

"No!"

Sirani didn't remember doing any sort of Magic. Leo was the one that could do Magic. Not her.

"Dad says stop being loud!" Raph announced before he came into the room. "And he says Donnie needs to stop being mean."

"I'm not being mean!" Donnie shouted. "I'm being realistic!"

"Mean." Mikey accused.

"Mean!" Sirani agreed.

"I am not!"

"Donnie's being mean!" Leo called out, joining them. "Dad! Put him in the corner!"

"Red! Handle this! Be a good big brother." Was all Splinter offered. He wasn't about to miss his favorite commercial for another fight.

Sirani ignored the bickering and continued on the turtle shell. They'd let her play their games with her once it was done.

"It's not real! Why is no one agreeing with me? I'm right!"

"It's not real but let them pretend! Sirani! Get down from there! You'll fall!" Raph raced over and attempted to pull her off but he got swiped at with a marker.

She wasn't done.

"Why? What's the point? She can't grow up thinking she's something she's not!" Donnie yelled, beyond frustrated with the four of them.

"It's a GAME!" Raph shouted back, angry at both Donnie and Sirani. He could practically see the tape holding her up tearing.

"I DON'T CARE!"

"Donatello!" Splinter shouted from the other room, the sound of the tv shutting off.

Everyone was quiet.

Donnie's eyes were wide.

Leo hid behind the couch.

Sirani crawled under the turtle shell box, lifting it for Mikey to join. He wasted no time in diving under there with her.

Only the two that had been shouting were left standing in the deserted room.

"Raphael. Donatello. Come to my room. Now."

Sirani listened to them walk to their dad, peaking from underneath the box.

Donnie was wrong.

She COULD change what she was.

If her brothers were turtles then she could be one as well.

——————-

"It's not right!" Donnie argued. He crossed his arms and pushed away his angry tears. He hated crying in front of people.

"My son, you are being cruel AND loud." Splinter shut the tv off, tapping the remote on the table. "Do not shout at them. They are trying to have fun."

"We don't stop you from doing things with us because you have a soft shell." Raph argued, crossing his arms.

"That's different!" Donnie's face flushed angrily.

"Is not!"

"Is so!"

"Boys! Stop!" Splinter shouted. "Donatello, apologize to your sister." He set the remote on the table.

"But-!"

"If i hear one more thing about her not being a turtle, I will take away your tools for a month." He leaned back in his chair.

"A month??" Donnie exclaimed.

Donnie didn't win that fight.

He walked angrily out.

Splinter wasn't done yet. "Raphael. I trusted you to take care of this. I missed my show and now look at your brothers and sister. YOU are oldest." He gave him a serious look. "YOU are in charge."

Raph didn't know why he was also in trouble. But he nodded anyway. He WAS oldest.

In a way... it sort of was his fault.

HE was supposed to keep them from fighting.

HE was supposed to make sure they didn't make dad mad.

It was HIS job.

"Glad you understand." Splinter nodded.

——-

Raph walked out, finding his little brother painting their sisters hand green. The both of them sat on the carpet, paint dripping from the brush.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He raced over quickly and took the brush.

"Turtle." She answered, reaching for the missing item. "Imma turtle."

He grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped the paint off immediately. "Rani, look what you did! Dad's going to be so mad!"

"No!" She argued, trying to pull away.

"My art!" Mikey shouted.

"You guys were gonna make a mess!" Raph explained. "You don't need to paint your hand!"

Sirani reached for the paint with her other hand but Raph pulled it away.

"Why don't we read?" He offered but she shook her head. She sat down and pouted, arms crossed.

Her pouting stopped when Raph pulled out a book.

A book with people on the cover.

"You know enough about us. Let's learn about you." He pulled her into his side and opened it, happy that he now had her and Mikey's attention. She clumsily wiped her tears away and Mikey immediately curled into his other side. "Just until Donnie calms down. Then we can all go play something."

They both nodded.

Sirani was still mad but reluctantly leaned closer to see the pages.

She hoped it wasn't the princess game as well. She'd rather pretend to be a ninja.

————-

"You have five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot." He explained as he flipped the page.

She held out her hand for him to see. "Five!"

"Yeah!"

He counted each one for her and she counted along with him. She didn't know if the number had changed. She never knew.

She turned her attention back to the book, hand still resting on Raph's arm.

There were so many people.

All of them were so different.

All of them looked different than her. But they all had no shells. They all had more than six fingers. They all didn't have green skin.

"Where?" She asked, tapping the page and squeezing his hand a bit to interrupt his talking.

"Where is what?" Raph frowned.

"People."

"People?"

"Other people." She clarified. "Like me."

"Oh. Um. I know there's some in New York."

She didn't know where that was,

"Did you go?"

"Once."

"Did you see people?"

"No. I was only there for a little bit. Dad says we're not ready to go."

Mikey nodded in confirmation.

"Me?" She asked, turning to shake his arm before he could keep reading.

He frowned. "What about you?"

She tapped her chest for emphasis. "Me. Did I go?"

He thought for a second and looked at Mikey for help.

Mikey shrugged, equally confused. He didn't know what she was saying. Most of the time he himself didn't know what he was saying.

"Before." She spoke, growing frustrated. "With other people?"

"I... I don't know."

Splinter hadn't explained where Sirani had come from. He just told them not to bring it up.

Sirani frowned for a moment. "How?"

"I just don't."

"But how?"

"Let's keep reading."

Raph showed them big cities.

Small cities.

Older cities.

New cities.

Farms.

Holidays.

Different cultures.

Different languages.

"Dad tried to teach us Japanese a while ago but it didn't really stick with all of us." Raph told her. "Remember, Mikey?" He turned to their orange speckled brother.

"I remember!" Mikey exclaimed. "I didn't understand anything!"

"Me too." Leo came from behind the couch. "I don't remember a lot though." He shrugged at the look Raph gave him. "What? I have snacks back there, you can't blame me for staying behind the couch for so long."

He leaned against Raph's spiked shell and watched over his shoulder.

The four of them sat on the floor (most of them just looking at the pictures). Leo had fallen asleep against Raph's shell. Mikey had his head resting against his knee. Sirani sat contently in his lap and admired the pictures.

Donnie watched from his bedroom doorway. He hadn't meant to make Sirani feel that way. He had apologized (half heartedly) but she wouldn't look at him. She and Mikey had continued painting.

Mikey seemed to be her favorite.

He wanted to be her favorite.

He wanted to sit over there with them.

Correct some things that were said, sure, but to be in their company as they showed their little sister what she was a part of.

He wanted to be the one who read to her.

He wanted to be the one she looked to.

"Dad?"

"Yes purple?"

"I have a question."

——————-

"Do you all have your coats? It's getting cold."

"Almost." Raph answered, zipping up Sirani's jacket for her. She had protested but couldn't do it alone. Her mittens simply wouldn't let her. Raph opted to let her get her hat on instead.

Winter was right around the corner. Normally they stayed in the lair where the cold couldn't reach them. But today they were venturing outside.

Sirani was finally going to be shown New York.

They were all stuffed in winter coats and winter hats to the point where they couldn't walk.

"I can't find my hattttt!" Mikey whined, shuffling up to Splinter. "I'm gonna be colddddd..." he melted onto the floor, upset that he couldn't figure out where he left it.

"I told you to be ready an hour ago, Orange." Splinter groaned, searching his own coat pockets for a hat to give his youngest son.

"I warned him Dad." Leo shrugged, leaning on Donnie's shoulder. "He was too busy looking at that Christmas magazine we found."

Donnie brushed his twin away, simply wanting to head outside.

"Mine." Sirani dropped her hat onto her melted brother. It landed flatly on his shoulder. He sat up and plopped it on, meltdown over.

"Your head will be cold, Rani." Raph argued, pulling his own off to give to her. "You'll get sick."

She pushed it away. "Hair!" She pointed at her dark hair. "I'm warm!" She pointed at him. "No hair. You'll be cold!" She reached up for his hand instead. She didn't really know where they were headed but she was still excited to go. Her brothers were taking forever to get ready.

"Purple, you need to wear socks with your boots." Splinter grabbed a pair off the floor and handed them to the reluctant boy.

"I don't like when they roll down." He grumbled. "It bothers me."

Leo took the socks and shoved them into his hands. "Wear them. I'm not sharing a room with you if your feet are going to smell!"

"I didn't want to share with you anyway." Donnie grumbled and took them.

Finally, they were ready.

Splinter took Sirani and Raph took Mikey as they climbed the ladder to the surface.

She had never left the lair before. So when the cold air hit her face and white things flew down from above, she didn't know what to do. Splinter set her down on the white ground to help the rest off the ladder.

The ground was crunchy.

And her boots left marks in it.

She stomped around, fascinated.

She reached for the ground and retracted her hand quickly.

It was also cold.

And wet.

It was coming from above too.

And there wasn't a ceiling either.

Buildings surrounded her.

She could hear loud noises.

Voices.

Honking.

Bright colors.

She glanced back at her father and brothers, waiting for Raph to reach the top of the ladder.

She turned away, wanting to find more things.

There were some black bags.

Old boxes.

Some full, some not.

One was already empty.

She giggled and clambered into it. The sides pressed into her as she snuggled in, away from the cold and watching her brothers.

Mikey ran over to her the second he was out of Raph's arms, tumbling into the box as well.

The both of them giggled.

Splinter stopped when he saw the two of them in there.

She was so much bigger now.

She could walk, she could talk, and she was part of them now.

And it all started with a little box.

He lifted them each out in turns. "Come, up the ladder."

Sirani insisted she could climb the ladder herself.

She was big enough.

But her dad didn't agree so she got carried up once again.

Higher and higher.

Finally, she could see where they were.

The crowds.

The traffic.

The constant noise.

Bright signs and many shops and buildings.

"New York!" She exclaimed. "New York New York New York!" She jumped out of splinters hands and peered carefully over the edge of the building. "Pretty." She observed.

She never knew they lived under New York.

She hadn't even known where they lived at all.

Raph kept his arm between her and the edge. "Careful ok? You could fall."

She wasn't scared of heights.

She loved them.

She got as close as she was allowed.

People.

Real people.

Everywhere.

Some were happy.

Some were yelling at eachother.

She could understand some.

Others she couldn't.

Splinter gathered them all together as they ooo'ed and ahhhh'ed. "Welcome to New York." He patted Leo's shoulder. "Do you boys remember the last time you were here?"

"It was warm last time." Donnie complained quietly.

"Hey you wanted to go here it was your idea." Leo rolled his eyes.

Donnie shut his mouth and kept his anger to himself. This wasn't for him.

"So many lights!" Sirani gasped. "And trees! And old men! And red! And boxes!"

"This is what humans call 'Christmas'." Splinter told the 5. "The old man is Santa. He flies around the world and gives toys in boxes to good children."

"How come he's never been to OUR home?" Leo whined. "You never even told us about him."

"That's because you were bad before." Splinter threw out quickly. "But, I heard from Santa that you all have been very very good and you might get a visit."

Sirani looked at Mikey excitedly. "Presents!"

"Toys!" He responded, equally as happy.

"Creepy old man in our house." Leo chuckled. "But hey as long as we get toys I'm happy."

Sirani was in awe.

The world was... so much bigger than she thought it could be. There was more to it than the lair. More people.

"Where do they all live?" Mikey asked.

"In those buildings. Sometimes they have jobs in buildings as well."

She had never seen someone like her that wasn't on tv.

She almost couldn't believe it.

"Come back?" She asked, looking up at splinter.

He sighed. He knew she needed this. Yet, it wasn't safe. "Another time." He promised. "Maybe we can go to a playground sometime and you can all play."

"With more people?" She asked again. "Like me?"

She tugged on his sleeve when he said nothing.

He knew he couldn't promise that. That REALLY wouldn't be safe.

"We will see." He said instead.

"Someone my size." She went on. "Maybe she will have dark hair. Like me. And we can play and dance and draw and jump and do everything together."

"Maybe."