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yorshie · 7 months

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Hiya! This was an ask on AO3, thought I'd upload it over here as well just to keep everything even. I couldn’t keep myself from making it a continuation of the turtles fav clothes ask.

Bayverse TMNT X Fem Reader

SFW, though apparently I was in the mood to write the turtles falling over themselves so it's a bit suggestive.

Donnie

Donnie landed a little bit harder than he meant to on the roof of your building, catching sight of the sheet and projector a little too late and assuming someone was already using the space. He ducked in an unconscious effort to hide, knowing it was folly, only to pop back up at the sound of your giggle.

“Love?” He asked, looking around, sure he had heard you.

“Hey baby. You ready for our date?” Your voice came from the far side of the sheet, and he snorted in amusement as the fabric gave a little shimmying ripple.

“Is that what you’ve been planning?” He asked, taking careful steps towards the chairs set either side of the projector. When you didn’t answer his snout swung around curiously, but the only other things he could see was a cooler set up as a coffee table with a few styrofoam containers up top. “Baby?”

“Here.” You called back, and he blinked at the low curse that followed. “Just- having technical difficulties.”

He smiled, starting for the sheet. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re dating a technical tu-” He cut off with a choke, stalling at the sight of your bare back presented to him, your hands trying in vain to reach the zipper that was getting caught on a bit of…

His eyes trailed down, taking in the way the city lights glittered off the purple sequins covering your dress, a small, strangled noise escaping his throat at just how much of your legs were not covered.

“It was suppose to be a surprise.” You half whined, pouting at him over your shoulder, and your words reseted him, his eyes trailing back up your back to give you a strained smile.

“I- It’s very surprising.” He blushed at the break in his voice, but when you only giggled he took a step closer, hands hesitantly raising towards your own. “Can… I can help?”

“Please.” You asked, dropping your hands and arching your spine to hold the fabric taunt.

Donnie tried his hardest not to touch or think about the soft skin beside the zipper, straightening the little piece of metal and pulling it seamlessly upwards until it reached the little latch at the top. “There.” He stepped away quickly, rubbing his thumbs against the side of his first finger in an effort to keep them grounded and to himself.

“Thank you.” You murmured quietly, turning slowly to show him the full outfit. “What do you think?”

Donnie’s head tilted, looking you over, taking in the high collar and the swish of sequins as you moved. The dress was a beautiful dark purple, jewel toned and looking more like it belonged on a fun trip around town, not cooped up on a roof with him. “You’re beautiful.” He said softly, flicking his gaze up towards your face. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You smiled at him, reached forward and clasped his hands, lifting one to twirl yourself around and closer into his arms. “I got Chinese food.” You whispered up at him, grinning. “And those grape sodas you love so much.”

Donnie swallowed, golden hazel eyes caught on the way your eyes bloomed when you looked at him, and quietly let go of the anxiety that said you were better off without him. “That sounds amazing.” He said instead, twirling you back out and following in a small side step dance that let him see the way the sequins covering your dress caught the light. “Maybe we could dance for a bit, first, though?”

Your answering laugh was bright and happy, and his heart soared at the sound.

Raph

A locked down arcade was not the place Raph expected to roll up on when you asked him to meet you somewhere not your apartment, but he wasn’t alarmed until your text said to walk in the front door like he owned the place.

Not knowing what to expect, half his mind worrying you’d been abducted and this was a plot to corner him without backup, he nervously turned on the cctv jammer Donnie had given each of them and cautiously walked inside.

The game lights were still on, soft 80s rock filtering through the speakers, and he stalled, not quite sure what was going on exactly.

“Hey there, tiger.” He turned sharply towards your voice, hackles rising when he couldn’t’ immediately pick out your location before relaxing as your crinkled eyes peeked over a tall pony wall. “Glad you found the place ok.”

He huffed, feeling that adrenaline slowly seep back, unconsciously returning his sai to their proper place. “Jesus, baby, give me a heart attack why don’t ya.” He raised a brow at the high pitched giggle you gave in answer, mind flipping to the gutter in an instant. “Whatcha doin’ over there?” He asked lowly, taking a step closer when you skipped away further down the wall.

“Nu uh, you stay right there, I’m coming over.” You insisted, and he heard the click of heels on the polished comment floor. He followed the bob of your hair around the corner, smile faltering when you reappeared and he caught sight of what you were wearing.

“Uh…” He trailed off, eyes locked on the swish of the red skirt and the frothy petticoat peeking with every swaying step. “Damn.”

He kept enough of his head to whistle long and low when you did a twirl for him, but in truth the only thing he could think of was how this was the most girly thing he’d ever seen you in, and he loved it,

“That good, huh?” You asked cheekily, and he was surprised by the instinctual rumble that escaped him as you stepped within arms reach, his hand snagging out quick as a flash to catch your own.

Real good, but he made his mouth say something else. “You dressed up for me?” He twirled you around again, eyes darting between your face and the swirl of the skirt. When you faced him once more, his free hand dipped, fluffed the bottom of the skirt just to watch the arcade lights reflect on the color.

You laughed, walking backwards, holding onto his large hand when it became clear he was too busy staring to watch his feet. “I thought I could demolish you at the motorcycle games and then we could eat some burgers.”

He almost didn’t hear her words, head dipping to indicate his agreement, before a few syllables made it past the *Skirt* filter and he stopped hard again.

“Motorcycle?” He asked, tearing his eyes away to look for the mentioned game, before returning to your skirt. “You… you’re gonna play in that?”

You smirked, stepping back into his space to tap a finger against his plastron. “I’m gonna kick your ass in this.”

You thought he was broken for a long moment, before a sound ripped out of him. Expecting the deep rumble your teasing usually got, you were shocked to hear a high pitched chirp that you’d heard Donnie or Mikey let loose, every once in a while, but never from your boyfriend in red.

A visceral shot of panic lanced through Raph’s chest at the slow, understanding smile you leveled at him in answer.

Leo

Leo navigated onto the small balcony outside your apartment with ease, brow furrowing when he noticed all the lights were off, only the flicker of candles on the kitchen island to great him. He opened the door silently, stepping inside with a deep breath.

Only the scent of you and the scented candles greeted him however, and it eased him enough to call out. “Darling?”

“Here, babe!” Came your voice from your bathroom, and his shoulders loosened, hands coming up to undo his harness and set his swords against the wall next to the balcony door. “Give me just a minute.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, not really sure if you could hear the low sound, before he stepped towards the table to take in the plates and cups set out in a neat array, belted napkins folded over the clean ceramic. “Are you setting up for something?”

“Well, if you must know,” came your amused voice, “I was planning on surprising you with dinner. It’s keeping warm in the oven.”

“It’s a very welcome surprise.” He assured you, crossing over to the oven and opening the door a little to peer in at the aluminum foil packages inside. “What is it?”

“Your favorite.” You called back, and his heart pinged softly at your words, one hand reaching inside to try and peek at the biggest dish.

“Hey, what happened to patience?” Came your teasing voice from right behind him, and he smiled, hand retreating and closing the oven while turning to give you his attention.

“I was just peek-“ He trailed off, and you smiled at the way he blinked long and slow at the sight of you posing at the edge of the hallway leading to the bathroom and your bedroom in a blue dress whose length kissed the floor.

“Blue?” You asked, taking a step closer. “You ok?”

He took a step closer abruptly, herding you back until your back hit the corner where the kitchen transitioned into the next room, arms coming up to softly touch the silky midnight fabric that he swore matched his eyes better than his mask.

“Where’d you get this?” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, thumb rubbing across your hip in a way that would read as absent minded if not for the sharp precision in his gaze.

“Found it on sale.” You whispered it to him, hands skating along his arms. “Judging by this reaction, I’d say it was a good gut purchase.”

“Very good.” He agreed, finally moving from your space only to clasp your hand with his own and pull you further into the living room. “You look beautiful.”

“Beautiful in blue?” You guessed, teasing gently as he raised your clasped hands and convinced you to twirl for him. A rough sound punched out of him when he saw how low the back dipped, a long tailed bow that was familiar hiding the top of the zipper at the base of your spine.

“Beautiful in anything.” He explained, “but especially in blue.”

You chuckled low at the feeling of his other hand sneaking in to press right above the bow. “We should probably eat, then, before the food gets cold, and then maybe we could bust out the playlist and dance for a while.”

He tilted his head, and you could tell he was considering convincing you to just skip dinner, but you purposefully nabbed the little placard from the restaurant that was sitting on the island, placed it under his nose until he could focus on the name embossed across the little card.

“That’s evil.” He said, tearing his eyes away from the two words, and you laughed out loud at the pout that crossed his lips.

Angelo

Mikey wasn’t expecting anything fancy, though he knew you were planning something. There were too many questions in the text chain the last couple of days, too many times you’d double checked his preference for something or the other to be anything but a surprise. He looked forwards to it gleefully, especially when he got the text asking him to come over Friday night.

You weren’t anywhere to be found when he let himself into the small place you called your own, shucking his backpack and chucks noisily and whistling so you’d hear him. A white box sitting on the coffee table with a well known bakery logo stamped across the top had him audibly swallowing, fingers itching to get ahold of whatever confections he hoped was hiding inside.

He must have made some instinctual noise, because a light giggle floated through the apartment, and he tilted his head, grinning as he heard you moving around in your bedroom.

“My, what great pastries you’ve got here, babes.” He called, hopping over the back of your couch and snagging the box.

“The better to tempt you with.” You called in a sing song manner, and he hummed in agreement, listening to the sound of your feet carrying you closer as he chose one of the chocolate filled varieties and bit into it with a little sound of enjoyment.

You snorted, from the kitchen now he thought, and listened as you shut something in the microwave before hitting a few buttons. “Save some room for the pizza, Angelo, it should be here any minute.”

“Ooo, baby, you spoil me rotten.” He set the box back on the table, used his free arm to roll himself back over the couch and landed with a thud. “M comin’ to help you with those fizzy orange drinks.”

“How’d you know I got those?” You sounded amused despite the accusation, and he grinned as he rounded the corner into the little kitchen.

“Cuz my baby always gets-” He cut off, pastry halfway to his mouth, eyes bugging at the little orange velvet loungewear you were wearing.

As if you could hear his eyes popping out of his skull, you threw a smile over your shoulder from where you were stretching up towards the top of the cabinet. “Hey, babe, come give me a hand?”

Mikey stuck the whole pastry into his mouth and crowded you against the counter, hands proffered to show you that he in fact, had two he could offer you.

You snorted, pointing upwards with a smirk. “The popcorn bowl, Mike. I can’t reach it.”

His eyes were slow to tear away from the two large collar and the way it slipped off one shoulder, baby blues flicking to your eyes before following the extended finger to the large metal bowl on the top shelf.

“Mm, ye~ I cef gef che thef.” He swallowed, tongue all but shoving the pastry down the hatch, before he reached up without moving and snagged the bowl easily. “Here ya go, one bowl retrieved.”

You tried to hide the smile at the fact that he was still all but trapping you against the counter. “Angelo?”

“Yeah babes?” He asked, eyes back to being glued on the little strip of stomach he could see between the matching top and bottom.

“You gotta move so I can get the popcorn.” You explained, popping one hip out and smothering a laugh when his eyes jumped to the movement.

“Uh huh. Popcorn. Right.” He said, fumbling to set the bowl down with one hand and snagging one of yours with the other.

When he made no further move, you rolled your eyes fondly and pushed lightly on his plastron. “Baby. Popcorn. Then cuddles?”

“Cuddles?” He parroted the word, and it was like the synapses fired correctly that time, because he all but jumped to complete the task to get one step closer to the reward.

You chuckled fondly, turning to the fridge to retrieve the ‘fizzy orange soda’, pretending not to hear the chirp behind you when he obviously saw what you were doing.

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leoandraphssoulmate · 3 months

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A TMNT Headcannon! Can be any iteration you wish!

I chose to go with Bayverse..

TMNT (Your Choice)XGEN!NEUTRALREADER

How each of the guys would treat sexy time with you if you were Asexual/Demisxual.

Leo:

Did someone mention massages?

Like, the works!

Oil

Lotion

His hands

ALL

OVER

Your back

Shoulders

Legs

Butt

Feet

He doesn’t miss a beat

Lighting incense

Your favorite scent

Lighting candles

Those new ones you like so much

Cuddles up with you

His arms full of your fave snacks

Pillows?

Ha!

Leo is the KING of pillows!

He smiles the entire time he builds you a pillow fort

You blush

Burying your face in them

Because they SMELL like HIM!!!

Are you ready for poetry?

Cause this man has TONS!

Reading page after page as you press your ear to his plastron

His voice rumbling in his chest

Got any problems you need to discuss?

Leo is ready to listen

Tell him everything

He makes mental notes to stop by and take care of a few of your problems

Raph:

Lot’s and Lot’s of TOUCHING

He runs his fingertips

Over your shoulders

Down your spine

Over your lips

Letting you do the same

You revel in caressing the edges of his shell

Tracing the intricate patterns on the back

Nowhere is off limits

He showers you with gentle kisses

The tip of your nose

Your forehead

Your neck

HOLDING

Holding you close to him

Rubbing your back

Making you feel safe

Gently

Ever so slightly

Brushing his thumb along your cheek

He invites you to tell him about your week

Donnie:

Oh, He’s got YOU covered!

Not ready for intimacy just yet?

Pulls you into his lap

Bringing his arms around you

“Wanna help me with my project?”

Nudges you with his cheek

His face pressed against yours

You giggle

When the project is finished

He brings you to the back of the lab

“Are you particularly sore anywhere?”

You nod

Pointing to your left shoulder

He instructs you to hop up on the table

Then promptly begins massaging you

Stooping down

Breathing softly in your ear

You turn slightly

Catching his lips with yours

Light kissing

Turns to

Frantic kissing

Shoulder forgotten

Mikey:

Do you like your hair brushed??

Man’s got you covered!

How many strokes?

100?

200?

“As long as it feels good, Baby Cakes!”

He can go forever!

Pops on your favorite playlist

Singing loudly with you

Makes you his famous Orange Crush Milk Shake

Which you both share from a large glass

Do you need a manicure?

What about a pedicure?

Man’s an artist!

He just wants to pamper you

Need another tattoo?

There’s no shortage of what you two can do

98% of the time it ends with his fingers caressing you

Slowly sliding up your thighs

To your torso

To your chest

It’s the taste of his lips that's always the best

He lets you signal when you’re ready for the rest

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @scholastic-dragon @miss-andromeda

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millylotus · 1 year

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Rise of the TMNT x Young Justice

Everything's the same but during the Krang invasion the Justice League and Young Justice are dealing with the Krangified people, and protecting the civilians with evacuations. The Team are the ones to find the boys on Coney Island, noticing Raph's phantom form, and the bright light that came from Mikey's portal to the prison dimension. Aqualad and Miss Martian decide to go over and check it out to see what's up.

The boys are disoriented and aren't really able to hide from the two. M'gann senses them when she does a cursory scan of the island. Raph and Donnie are very protective of Leo and Mikey who are both passed out and weak.

- - -

M'gann and Kaldur paused as they made eye contact with two of the four mutant turtles in front of them.

The purple one started slowly hissing barring their teeth at them raising their bo-staff, while the red one growled at them with their twin sai gripped tight.

M'gann clenched her fists, eyes shifting white prepared for a fight, Kaldur raised his hand in front of her.

'Wait Miss Martian, they're protecting someone else, see?' He said within their mind link.

M'gann squinted looking behind the giant mutant, catching a glimpse of two smaller mutants. One in blue who looked like they went through hell, and a smaller orange one curled up next to them shivering as specs of orange spread across their skin.

'Oh, alright diplomacy then?' She asked.

'Diplomacy.' He responded.

"We mean you know harm, we're with the Justice League we simply came to help." Kaldur said, projecting his voice to the turtles.

The red one slowly stopped making noise, and glanced back to their downed friends.

"We don't want any trouble from the League, but if you could get us back to the mainland, we'll be out of your hair." They said,

The purple one whipped their head to the other with a look of shock on his face. "Raph! The Fuck."

"Calm down Donnie, we can trust them a little. I mean Miss Martian and Aqualad aren't really human either, they'd understand." The newly identified Raph said.

Kaldur nodded, "That is true, we can get you across the bay no problem. Miss Martian?"

"Calling Bio-Ship now." M'gann said, at her words the Bio-Ship flew over silently, opening its doors when it landed.

M'gann walked inside Kaldur following, he glanced back at the mutants, who hadn't moved. Kaldur nodded to the ship. Raph picked up the blue turtle, while Donnie picked up the orange turtle. Kaldur smiled at them and continued inside with the turtles behind him.

----

The group sat in awkward silence as they crossed the bay, M'gann looked back at the turtles, the two awake and beginning to tend to the others' injuries.

M'gann took a breath"If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing over there? We saw something big and red, and a flash of light. Was that you?"

Donnie looked up at her as he wrapped the blue one's arm. "You could say that." Was all they said.

Raph sighed, "Sorry it's just we've been running on adrenaline for the past 24 hours or so, But yes that was us."

Kaldur nodded in understanding, "I do have to ask if you know who attacked New York."

Raph grimaced before responding, "An ancient colonist alien species called the Krang."

"Wait the Krang!" M'gann shouted.

"Do you know of them?" Donnie said, head whipping up to her.

"Of course, although they're more or less a myth back home. I took a mythos elective back in what humans call middle school. From the stories the Krang attacked our sister planet, Earth, first in the solar system because it had more resources useful to them. A small army went over to help, killing almost all the Krang with help from Earthlings. Then using a mix of now primitive Martian tech and Earthly magic, they trapped the remaining ones in another dimension." M'gann was a bit breathless by the end of the story.

Kaldur hummed, "I don't believe Atlantis has any of those myths, at least I don't think. I was never one for myths to begin with."

Donnie looked away pulling up his wristband, quickly starting to type out M'gann's story, for later.

"Now that I think about it, I think I've seen a few murals at Mama's hotel, of Earthlings fighting against the Krang." Raph said, finishing up the orange turtle's bandages.

"Where are the Krang now though?" Kaldur asked.

Donnie looked up, "Well there were three left that came out of the portal. We killed the smaller one by closing the portal on it and their Technodrome. The leader is back in the prison dimension, we don't know where Sister Krang is though." He grimaced at his own words, "Lemme check in with Dad real quick." he muttered.

"Wait, do the others know Leon made it?" Raph asked his brother.

Donnie blinked, looking down at the blue turtle who was probably Leon, breathing softly, "Well shit they are so gonna freak, don't wanna be there." He turned his tech band to Leon and took a picture, before sending it to someone, then quickly turning it off. That didn't stop the notification noises from quickly racketing off.

Raph raised a brow at Donnie "You should answer that."

"If I'm answering you're answering." They hissed out.

Raph froze, as the thought of having to face a probably lived father dawned on him, "Alrighty then."

- - -

They exchange contact info so they can talk more to the League about the invasion. M'gann and Kaldur drop them off at the docks at their request.

Once the Bio-Ship is out of sight, the boys are quickly tackled by Splinter, April and Junior. Who then berates the older boys a bit for not calling them about Leon's survival. But aside from that the movie goes as originally shown.

M'gann and Kaldur report back to Batman about what happened, telling them what little the turtles told them about the invasion. The League wants to meet the brothers soon, so the two call them up. They set up a meeting for two-weeks later, on top of Run of The Mill's front building.

- - -

The four hero’s stood on the rooftop two adults, Batman and Black Canary, and two teens, Miss Martian and Aqualad. They were waiting for four other people to show up for a meeting, scheduled for two minutes ago.

“They’re going to be late.” Black Canary said.

“We came early on purpose to see if they would.” Batman responded.

Miss Martian grumbled, ‘First meeting and they’re already being tested.’

Kaldur nodded, ‘As is the world of heroes.’

Then they heard the sound of movement, people making their way to the rooftop behind them.

The heroes turned around to face the oncoming group.

Three humanoids landed on the roof. Raph and Donnie had returned, Raph now wearing an eye patch over his right eye, both now having bandages wrapped around some parts of their body. The other person was a very tall sheep mutant, some taller than Raph. They were scowling a bit, but that seemed to be their resting face.

A short silence floated over the roof before the sheep mutant stepped up to Black Canary and Batman. “My name is Baron Draxum, and my sons have told me that the Justice League wants to talk on the matter of the invasion. Am I to assume you two are the superiors here.”

Batman nodded, not saying a word.

Black Canary nodded with a smile, raising her hand for the sheep mutant to shake, he did. “Yes two of the Leagues apprentices, Aqualad and Miss Martian’ motioning over to the two who waved at the three, Raph and Donnie waved back, ‘Told us about the meeting they had with your children, along with the fact that you most likely know more about the invasion than us. We were wondering if you could provide us with some more information on the attempted invasion.”

Draxum stood for a second in thought before nodding. “We can work with that. But under the circumstances, you will respect the boundaries we will set, and if not then we leave, no three count system. Understood?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course, we don’t intend to cause you or your family any harm.” Batman said, understanding their secrecy.

“Good.”

----

As the adults talked the teenagers had separated themselves from the conversation after Raph and Donnie had given a synopsis of how the Krang got out of their prison dimension. The heroes agreed that they would need to circle back to Foot Clan at a later date.

“So Raph and Donnie was it?” M’gann asked, trying to start up the conversation.

“Well my full name is Raphael, and theirs is Donatello. And thank you for helping us on Staten.” Raphael said with a toothy grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Lord knows we’d hate to have stayed on that trash heap any longer.” Donatello mumbled, tapping away at their wrist phone.

“If you don’t mind me asking how old are you two, you seem too young for a lack of a better word. I’m seventeen, and Miss Martian is sixteen. We've been on the same apprentice team for a little over a year now.” Kaldur said.

“Oh I’m seventeen too, and Don’s sixteen. What’s it like working with older heroes, like you do, I’ve always wanted to be like a full fledged hero.” His voice rose in excitement as he spoke.

The two quickly delved into their thoughts on hero and vigilante work, and what they did.

Donatello sighed, shaking his head fondly as he watched his brother talk about one of his main hyperfixations with Aqualad.

“Can I ask what you’re doing?” Miss Martian asked Donatello.

“Oh this, well my green ally I’m playing the wonderful game Run 3, the most interesting flash game I’d say.”

M’gann laughed lightly, “I’ve heard of flash games, but I thought they were destroyed?”

“Yes but the moment I heard, I backed up all my favorites and then some. Let me show you some.”

The two started talking about old nostalgic games from American kids' childhoods.

----

“The children seem to be getting along.” Batman said, turning the trio’s attention to the teens talking to each other amiably.

“Yes, they tend to be social.” Draxum said gently, smiling at his sons.

“I’m sorry but how long have your sons been fighting as vigilantes?” Black Canary asked.

Draxum smiled with pride, “A little over two years now, although their first few months were mainly just sneaking out of the house.”

Black Canary nodded, “Do you want them to keep this up?”

“They are naturally very active, they’ll have to put that energy somewhere, running around and fighting is good for them. And they genuinely enjoy what they’re doing, helping people. I’d say yes, although they’ll need more classical training, Raphael was the only one to go out of his way to do so for a while, can’t just rely on talent.” He deduced.

The two nodded before sharing a glance, then Black Canary spoke up, “Would you be partial to allow them to train with the League, or the apprentice team? They would be happy to have new allies.”

Draxum pursed his lips, he knew this topic may arise. Lou and him had even talked about it some, of course the boys didn’t know that, they hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up too early. “I’ll have to talk with their father, and them, but it could be a possibility. We did make something for you to communicate with us though. Donatello come here and explain the phone please.” He called over to the teen.

Quickly Donatello’s attention was drawn to his father, he walked over a bounce in their step and pulled out an old looking phone/walkie-talkie. “This is a T-talkie, basically a personalized walkie-talkie with its own frequency that I myself found and isolated. Connecting to my very own satellite that at the moment is only really able to go around North America.’ He handed the dark green walkie-talkie to the heroes, with a flourish, ‘Tell me how it works when you use it somewhere else.” Their eyes shone with excitement.

Draxum smiled at his son, “I’m sure it will work perfectly Donatello.”

Donatello smiled widely at him.

Black Canary smiled at the duo, “Thank you Donatello for the T-talkie,’ She turned back to Draxum, ‘We will be sure to get in contact with you again.”

The other three had drifted back to the center of the roof.

“Alright, Miss Martian, Aqualad it’s time to go.” Batman said.

The heroes said their goodbyes and left the rooftop.

“Well that went well.” Raph said proudly.

Draxum nodded, “Now let's get back to the lair before the others destroy it.”

- - -

Mikey and Leon are disappointed that they couldn’t go with the other three to finally meet the heroes.

That’s when Draxum drops the bomb that Black Canary and Batman had suggested the kids could work with Young Justice.

The boys are really excited and are begging Splinter and Draxum to let them do it. The parents send them to bed, so they can talk about it. Draxum is for it, saying that it would do the boys good, and Splinter is on the fence because he doesn’t like the idea of the kids being exposed to so many people. They decide to leave it till they can talk to the League about it tomorrow.

- - -

Red Tornado sat on the couch in the living room in Mt.Justice, quietly reading a book Kid Flash had lent him. ‘The Great Gatsby’ They found it more interesting than they thought they would be.

The sound of a communicator sounded off next to them, he glanced down and saw the T-talkie that Black Canary and Batman had left with them. Setting the book down they picked up the walkie-talkie from the couch and answered.

“Hello?” They asked into the phone.

“Am I to assume you are a colleague of the people I met with yesterday?” A deep voice asked from the phone.

“It depends, are you the father that met with Blake Campbell and Brady Martin?” They were careful with their words like always, he knew that Draxum was most likely the person calling, but you could never know.

“Yes I am, and I’d like to talk about the sports team that they elected my children to join.”

“Of course, Ms.Campbell is here at the moment I’ll go get her.” Red Tornado got up and sent a message to Black Canary that Baron Draxum had called. She responded quickly saying she’d be there soon.

“My name is Reamonn Turner They/He, I am one of the team’s caretakers.” They said,

The Zeta tube went off in the distance, too low for Draxum to possibly hear.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Xir, I’m Barry Draxum He/Him.”

Dinah walked into the living room, and waved at Red Tornado. He nodded back.

“A pleasure.”

They handed the phone over to Dinah who took it with a nod.

“Hello Draxum, it’s good to hear from you so soon after our meeting.” She said,

“Yes to you as well. I’d like to talk about my son's involvement in this team. Their other father is here as well.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Black Canary’ – An old accented voice said – ‘My name is Splinter.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Splinter. Now what exactly are you concerned about?” Dinah thought the boys had mentioned a mother to M’gann and Kaldur so she hadn’t expected another parent. But who was she to judge, she and Ollie had a semi-open relationship themselves.

- - -

So they talk through some things, specifically the Hamato’s privacy about their lives and mutation. Where the boys would be going to meet with the team. How long they would stay at Mt.Justice. Dinah assures them that the League won't dig too deep into their mutations much.

Splinter explains that two of them are still rather weak and won’t be leaving home for some time to heal, about two weeks or so. Dinah understands and they schedule to meet in two weeks when the children are fully healed so they can meet the Team at Mt.Justice.

The Team gets a heads up a few days before the meeting that a few vigilantes from NYC will be coming over for an introduction.

- - -

The Team sat around the living room waiting for the possible new additions to their team.

Artemis and Kaldur were sitting on the couch watching as M’gann, Dick, and Conner were playing uno. With M’gann absolutely sweeping the floor with the other two. Wally was pacing around the room, messing with things and stimming with nervousness and some excitement.

Their mentors were standing near the digital command center quietly talking to each other.

The teens were all connected through their mind link chatting.

`Okay so is anyone else just like generally suspicious of the newbies’ Wally asked flopping down on the couch by Artemis.

‘Donnie and Raph aren't that bad’ M’gann placated

Conner rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything.

‘Keep forgetting you two met them already.’ Robin said to Kaldur and M’gann.

M’gann shrugged, ‘I mean you guys could have come with us after the invasion.’

Wally groaned, flopping onto Artemis’ lap, who flicked his nose in annoyance. He gave her a cheeky smile, Artemis rolled her eyes at him.

Kid looked over at M’gann, ‘Well yeah but I didn’t want to run over water then alright, besides the League had us helping out that band of Brownie Troops and their crazy leader.’

‘They were certainly interesting.’ Dick said, smiling as he hit M’gann with a +4, who then squawked in offense, Dick smiled mischievously. ‘Shoulda seen that coming M’orzz.’

‘Oh you are on Grayson.’ She said with a wicked grin.

Conner sighed and put his cards at the bottom of the drawing deck, and looked up at Kaldur, ‘What exactly are they like, M’gann said Donnie was into tech or something.’

Kaldur tilted his head in thought, ‘I didn’t talk much with Donatello, Raph spoke to me more. He said he and his siblings had been acting as vigilantes for about two years now. He’s very passionate about doing what he does, very strong morals.’

Conner nodded with a hum.

“Get ready they’re on their way.” Superman said.

The Team got up and walked around the couch, going to stand by their respective mentors around the room.

The sound of the Zeta Tube went off. ‘A-58 Baron Draxum, B-41 Orange, B-38 Red, B-39 Violet, B-40 Blue.’

‘Looks like they’re already part of the team.’ Artemis projected lightly.

The first to come into view was a tall goat mutant wearing a teal hanbok. He held himself high and looked around the room quizzically. Then a much shorter turtle mutant bounded down the hallway to the goat man’s side, along with three others walking not far behind.

“Hi I’m Mikey or Orange – They chirped – It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all!” Mikey smiled wide at the assortment of heroes and apprentices.

Wally smiled, dashing over to Mikey “Hi MIkey I’m Kid Flash nice to meet ya.”

And first contact was made.

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Miscellaneous Bullet Points

The turtles are nice, if a bit eccentric yeah but what teenager isn’t. The Heroes beside Kaldur, Miss Martian, Black Canary, and Batman, needed some time to wrap their heads around extremely anthropomorphic mutant turtles and a goat,

So like dynamic wise I think Raph would get along with Kaldur and Artemis, they just seem like they’d all be buds

Do random shit they probs shouldn’t and bringing out the chaotic gremlins in each other

I think Donnie would get along with Megan, tism recognizes tism really and they’d have the same taste in music

They’d bake together, because I think Donnie bakes pastries b/c it’s so difficult and they like to one up people with their skills, but Megan would be just as good as them, and they would bond over that

Conner is mildly jealous but not like really insecure about it

On the topic of Conner he and Leo get along swimmingly, like Leo and Robin tried to but they could not start their own mirror image. So Leo gravitated to Conner and they are bastards together often

Reckless boneheads who go all out on eachother in a kinda “Do it you won’t, pussy” way, it’s ridiculous

Mikey gets most along with Wally and Dick the most, Dick in the sense that they’re both the youngests and smallest and like to cause some chaos, Wally in the sense that they have pretty similar personalities and actually like to hang out together, unlike Rob and Leo

Instead of Megan being white and solely based on the Hello Megan actress, she also takes inspiration from J’onn’s human form. Along with having watched like all the Lou Jitsu movies she could find back home on Mars, so she kinda looks like Lou too

I just feel like white Megan makes no sense considering she’s living with her uncle and I know they’d get shit for it from humans

Megan ends up showing the turtles Lou Jitsu, and when they find out the turts are already obsessed they all geek out together over Lou Jitsu, they end up introducing her to more Jupiter Jim, who’d she’d only seen like once or twice in crossover movies

Anyway the turts don’t need a lot of training but they do need low stakes practice, just learning how to hold back when they’re going up against people who don’t bounce back like Yokai and mutants do

Training for them kinda goes like how Conner’s training went, lots of frustration but they got it eventually

Draxum gets roped into being a den mother for a bit during a school break or something, the cave wasn’t on fire persay but a lot of furniture was new, and not for the reason of just feeling a new style

Around that time is when the team finds out the turts were built with war in mind they get a bit weird, but Conner’s whole situation having already happened, they get over it pretty quickly

Dick starts looking into Lou Jitsu and his disappearance one day, when he overhears Donnie and Megan talking about it

He doesn’t find alot but he gets a couple consistent threads, with Big Mama being involved, it probably being a kidnapping, and Lou maybe being alive for awhile after

Eventually the boys get to invite Splinter, April and Caseyx2 to the mountain

April and Casey quickly befriend Artemis and Wally, I can just see them being ridiculous and loud together

Junior would be more shy and stuff but Megan would notice and seek him out and introduce him to Conner, and they all become buds, Junior really likes Wolf so much

Megan and Dick actually notice how much Splinter acts like Lou Jitsu in some way

They both end up connecting the dots, Dick wants to grill Splinter on what happened, and Megan goes all fangirl and is so happy to finally meet one of her idols, one who she assumed was dead already

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This idea slash prompt is completely up for grabs with credit or something. I just don’t have the energy to like write something big about this crossover, even though it’s so fucking cool.

This has literally been sitting in my drafts for weeks now, def would like to hear other people’s ideas on a crossover between YJ and ROTTMNT.

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Snowball Fight

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Title: Snowball Fight Challenge: TMNT-Event-Blog's "Snow Day Play" Bingo Card (Leonardo) Prompt: Snowball Fight Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 2,379 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, Splinter Warning: NA Summary: Leonardo thinks that the snow is the most beautiful thing that he’s ever seen. Too bad a certain pair of brothers would rather play. But that’s okay. If Raph and Mikey want to have a snowball fight, then Leo and Don will bring it on. Notes: The turtles are somewhere between eight and ten here, I think. AO3 || ff.net

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Snowball Fight

Leonardo looked around at the park in wonder. It was so white, everything covered in a blanket of snow. His breath came out in little white puffs in front of his face, and he turned slowly, taking in the way that the snow glistened underneath the lights of New York City. It was beautiful, and he’d never seen anything quite like it.

Normally, Master Splinter kept them inside during the winter, at least as much as possible. Their burrow was warm, especially since Donnie had figured out how to get them heaters and stuff down there. They still tended to be very sleepy as it got colder, sometimes sleeping for entire days or longer but they did that less and less as they got older. This year, while they still laid around, they didn’t sleep quite as much.

Maybe that was why Master Splinter had decided to bundle them all up in a lot of layers of clothes—with two pairs of pants, layered socks, a couple of shirts, a light jacket and a coat, layers of mittens, hats, scarves and, worst of all, shoes—and take them up to the surface this year. Maybe it was because they weren’t falling asleep anymore and he thought that they were big enough now. Big enough to go to the park at night and look at the snow.

Leonardo knew what snow was. He’d seen it before, although only from the sewers. It was usually wet and goopy and dirty by then, but sometimes he’d seen some of it white, when it was new and hadn’t had the chance to get dirty yet. And he’d seen it on TV and in books. He and his brothers had even played with some of it when it fell into the sewers. But this was his first time seeing it like this, like how the humans must see it.

And despite the cold that bit at his face and the layers of clothes that made it hard to move and the shoes, Leonardo thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

And then something big, cold, and wet hit him on the back of the head.

Leonardo went stumbling, only just catching himself before he face planted in the snow, and he whirled around to look at where it had come from. Raph and Mikey were a few yards behind him, up on a little hill. Raph was standing there, grinning a snowball in his hand, and Mikey was crouched beside him, grinning, with a small pile of snowballs next to him.

“Gotcha, Leo!” Raph said, as he tossed the snowball he had in his hand up and down. Beside him, Mikey giggled, putting his hands over his mouth.

Leo’s eyes narrowed “Raph,” he complained, reaching back to wipe the snow from the back of his head, “that wasn’t fair! Who even said I wanted to play that!”

“Play what?” Donnie asked, suddenly coming up beside Leo. That was as far as he got, though, before a snowball got him right in the face, sending him tumbling back and into the snow.

“Donnie!” Leo said, hurrying to the side of his stunned brother.

Mikey, clearly the culprit, was laughing loudly, rocking in the snow even as Don slowly sat up and wiped the snow from his face.

Don turned shocked and confused eyes on Leo. “What happened?” he asked.

Leo’s eyes hardened and he turned his glare onto his two other brothers. “Oh, that’s it! You wanna snowball fight, you’ve got one!”

Leo reached down and hauled Donnie to his feet, dragging his confused brother with him as snowballs began to pelt the area around them, more than a few hitting them. Raph had good aim, after all. Leo drug them back behind a small hill that they could hunker down behind.

“Leo, what’s going on?” Donnie asked as he rubbed the last of the snow from his face.

“Raph and Mikey have declared war on us,” Leo said. “A snowball war.”

“A snowball war?” Donnie repeated. “Don’t you mean a snowball fight?”

“Mikey threw a snowball right at your face,” Leo said flatly. “Don’t you think that’s more than a snowball fight?”

Don was quiet for a moment, and then nodded. “Okay, good point. So, what do we do? Besides throw snowballs at them, I mean.”

Leo pressed his lips together and looked over the top of their hill for a moment. A spattering of snowballs hit the hill at that, and Leo had to duck down again.

“They’ve got the advantage,” Leo said. “They’ve got a stockpile and the high ground. We don’t have anything.”

Don looked thoughtful, and then began scooping up snow. “Then I suppose the first order of business would be to get a stockpile of our own.”

Leo nodded and started making snowballs as well. “They’re going to have the advantage, still, though,” he said. “They’ve gotten a head start.”

“Yeah, but they’re gonna have a supply and demand issue,” Don said, “because both of them are throwing and neither one is making.”

Leo frowned. “When they run out, it could give us an advantage, if we already have a stockpile. But it won’t last forever. We’ll run out, too. Even if one of us keeps making snowballs while the other throws, they’ll still have two people throwing and making at once. And you know that neither of them is going to care if the snowballs even stay together. We’re going to need another plan.”

Don frowned. “You’re right.” He looked down at the pile of snowballs they had. “Think you can make do with these for a moment? I have an idea.”

Leo looked at Don curiously but nodded. When Don had an idea, it was usually a good idea to listen or let him do it. “Sure. I can keep them back with these for a bit.”

Don grinned. “Be right back,” he said, slipping off into the night.

Leo had no idea what his brother had planned, but he took a snowball from their small stockpile and hurled it at his other two brothers. He heard Mikey yelp and grinned. For the next few minutes, Leo exchanged volleys with Raph and Mikey, strategically picking his throws as he only had so many snowballs. His supply was starting to run low when Don suddenly appeared back behind the hill, carrying one of his coats over his shoulder, it clearly full of something, and a large stick that branched in his hand.

“What’s that for?” Leo asked.

Don grinned. “You’ll see. But for now—” He opened up his coat, revealing a large pile of snowballs that he started sitting down on the ground.

“Donnie! How’d you get all of those?” Leo asked, his jaw dropping.

“Outsourcing,” Donnie said with a grin. “We should get more soon.”

“I have no idea what that means,” Leo said with a grin, “but I’m glad you do!”

“How’s it going?” Don asked, peeking over the top of the hill as he pulled his coat back on. A snowball nearly hit him in the face.

“Not so good,” Leo said. “They’re able to move around and get other angles, but we’re stuck here unless we want them to get us.” He lobbed another snowball, and grinned as he heard it hit Raph. “

“Too bad we don’t have air support,” Don said, sticking the stick he had in the ground at an angle, bending it back.

Leo paused, and looked up at the hill where his brothers were. There was a tree that they were partially under. A tree that had lots of snow on it.

“Maybe we can,” he said slowly. “Hey, Donnie, what are going to do with that stick?”

Donnie was unwinding his scarf from around his neck and winding it around the fork of the branch. He paused. “I was gonna make us a catapult to send snowballs. Why?”

Leo grinned. “Think your catapult could hit the tree above them?”

Don paused, looking at the tree, and then down at his catapult, before darting over to the pile of dwindling snowballs. He glanced at the tree once more, and then over at Leo. “I think so,” he said, “although we’ll have to be fast to get up the hill to them.”

“No,” Leo said, “only you have to be fast enough to get up the hill to them,” he said.

“Me?” Don said. “What will you be doing?”

“Gimmie your hat. The one underneath,” Leo said. “And one of your outer mittens.”

Don quickly went to do as Leo said, as Leo pulled his own outer hat and one of his outer mittens off.

“I’m going to sneak around back behind them,” Leo said. “You’re going to stay here and get ready to fire the catapult. As soon as you do and the snow from the tree falls on them, I’ll attack from behind. Then you’ll run up the hill and attack them from the front,” he explained.

Don’s eyes lit up with understanding. “And I’ll switch hats and mittens to make it look like both of us are still here,” he said.

Leo grinned and nodded. “Exactly.”

“That’s a good plan,” Don said. “But let’s wait just a minute before we start it.” He paused, thinking. “Our next order should be here soon.”

“Order?” Leo asked curiously.

“My sons?”

Leo and Don turned to see Splinter approaching their small hill. He smiled at them.

“I have your request, Donatello,” he said, lowering the cloth in his arms to reveal a very sizable pile of snowballs.

“Thanks, Sensei!” Don chirped happily. Leo stared at him, and Don shrugged. “Like I said—outsourcing!”

Don went back to adjusting his catapult, getting it aimed just right, before starting to load the scarf with snowballs. Splinter watched, amused, and Leonardo adjusted his hats and mittens.

“Alright, Don. Gimme about five minutes,” Leo said.

Don nodded, making sure he had both hats and mittens. “Can do, Leo. Sensei, do you think you could hold this right here?” he said, gesturing to the catapult.

“Of course, my son,” Splinter said, putting a paw on the edge of it to keep the tension as Don wanted it.

Leo slipped off into the dark, taking a more indirect path around the area. He didn’t want to risk being seen, or let his tracks be seen in the snow. He did his best to slip between the trees and bushes without disturbing anything, sneaking closer and closer to Raph and Mikey. He could hear them yelling, taunting both Don and him. Leo grinned. It looked like the plan was working.

He finally managed to sneak around behind them, and hid himself in a bush, waiting. He estimated that he had used about four minutes up. Donnie would be precise with his timing, Leo knew, so all he had to do was wait.

Leo counted down the seconds, and, right on time, there was a loud thwack! and then the snow from the tree above Raph and Mikey slid off and fell down on them. Leo heard both of his brothers cry out, and he sprang out from the bush. Raph and Mikey were pushing their way up out of the snow that had fallen on them. Leo took advantage and launched at them in a flying tackle.

“Ahhhhhh!” he cried out, and both of his brothers turned to stare at him with wide eyes. Leo took both of them down, sending all three of them rolling down the hill, at least partway.

Raph managed to wrench himself free, turning to jump on Leo and push him off of Mikey when a snowball hit him, hard, in the side of the face, sending him tumbling back. Leo could see him turn and grab a snowball that had tumbled down with them and throw it.

But Don, who was rushing them, had brought his catapult with him, and he caught it in the “net” of his scarf, using the momentum to hurl it right back at Raph. Leo could see Raph’s eyes widening in surprise, and before he could react, the snowball had hit him in the chest and Don was pouncing on him, sending the two of them rolling until Don managed to get Raph pinned with the help of his catapult.

“No fair!” Raph was crying out. “It was a snowball fight! And you got a weapon! That ain’t fair!”

Mikey had already stopped squirming under Leo, having given up, and the two of them watched as Don kept Raph pinned down.

“Alright, my sons, that is enough,” Splinter said with a smile as he trudged halfway up the hill to where they were. “I believe that Leonardo and Donatello have won this time.”

Donnie grinned and pulled back from Raph, letting his brother get up, and Leo did the same to Mikey, helping him up before he made his way to Donnie’s side for a high three.

“We did it!” Don said.

“We sure did!” Leo said. “Your catapult was a great idea!”

“Not as good as your idea about the snow on the tree,” Don said.

“Yeah, well, you got Master Splinter to make us snowballs,” Leo said.

“What?” Raph looked at all of them, slightly betrayed. “Sensei, you made snowballs for them?”

Mikey tugged on Splinter’s coat. “Why didn’t you make snowballs for us?” he asked.

“You did not ask,” Splinter said simply. “But you all did well, tonight. I hope that you had fun, my sons.”

All four of the brothers looked at each other, and Leo grinned at his brothers. Raph hesitated for a moment, and then he grinned back.

“Yeah,” Leo said. “I think we did.”

“Good,” Splinter said, ushering them back towards the edge of the park and towards the manhole cover they had come through.

Leo twisted around to look back at the park. The snow was no longer smooth and like a blanket. It was turned up and rough, and there were tracks all in it. But it still sparkled, and Leonardo still looked at it through the puffs of breath that came from his mouth. He still thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, maybe even more so now.

#tmnt-event-blog #snow day play #snowball fight #TMNT #TMNT 2003 #tmnt leonardo #TMNT 2k3 #TMNT fanfic #Here's hoping I tagged this right #I didn't see a specific format listed #unless I'm just blind and I over looked it ^^;

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The Basketball Game

Everything happens for a reason, right?...

Well... that's what you kept telling yourself anyway. Sometimes it was the only thought that kept you going. Kept you fighting each and every day.

New York City. A place where dreams came true and nothing but greatness happens. That was what you believed in. The fantasy which inspired you to just leave your old life behind. Abandon everything you knew, and move to the wondrous city of lights. But that was your downfall, the lights and hype of New York blinded you. Only to hit you hard without mercy...

The streets were a harsh and cruel place to live. Making ends meet seemed impossible, but you couldn't go back to your old life. You wouldn't go back to your old life! Return to that thankless, dead-end job? Surround yourself with people who called themselves 'friends?'

No! Hell no! You were here and you swore to make something of yourself! The daily struggles of the streets may been getting tougher than usual lately. And keeping your positivity alive may be getting harder. But you've called the streets of New York 'home' for over a year now. And tonight, was the night where everything changed...

Content: Mild coarse language. Reader meeting TMNT for the first time.

Alright! Almost there. Damn! I knew I shouldn't of taken time to help Jason organizing his crap.

Squeezing your body through the vents of Madison Square Gardens. The cheering and rhythm of the crowd could be heard below you, as you found an exit and climbed onto a hidden runway. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, you could feel it- even all the way up here!

"Whooo! Yeah guys! We made it just in time!"

An unfamiliar voice echoed, as you approached the safety hatch which lead to the Jumbotron. You paused for a moment, mainly to catch your breath but also being cautious to whomever found your hiding spot.

An airhorn drowned out the crowd, and more cheering voices came from the hatch.

"Alright! When I say 'go!', you say 'Nicks!'"

"Go!"

"Nicks!"

"Go!"

"Nicks!"

"Great..." your muttering voice grumbled. "Not only have I missed the start of the game, but there's some strangers in my spot." A heavy sigh left you, as you leaned over the metal railings of the hidden runway. Placing an elbow upon the railing, as you rested your chin in your palm.

"Shoot it! Shoot the ball!"

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

The sound of an airhorn signaled the first store of the night. And from the cheering of strangers below you, it was from the New York Nicks. As you went to turn away, the scent of fresh pizza filled your lungs. Causing your stomach to rumble and your mouth to water.

It's been ages since you've had anything decent to eat.

If there's people hiding in the Jumbotron. Then... really they're not 'supposed to be' here.... A smile formed upon your lips. No harm, no foul I guess. Plus, there's pizza. How could I say 'no' to that?...

Slowly and carefully climbing over the railings, and shuffling down the metal support beams, as you made your way through the safety hatch.

"Oh guys! Could it be any better than this?"

"Yeah bro! I wanna be down there!-"

"Sit your ugly self down there, you'll get people running for their lives."

A chuckle almost broke your concentration.

"Haha, na you see me? I look good bro-"

"Hey! Hey! We've got the best seats in the house! Anyone could sit down there!-"

"Whoa!"

Losing your footing, your grip slipped from a bar. Causing you to tumble down and land on a metal platform with a heavy thud. Pain trembled throughout your back, and your face winced from the hurt. You could feel multiple gazes lock onto you, the strangers holding their breaths.

"What the fuck?-"

"Where did she come from?-"

"That was quite a fall..."

Their panicky tones drowned out your grumbling and groaning voice. In the midst of their whispered shouts, you felt a large hand carefully cradle the small of your back. As one of the strangers helped you upright.

"Are you alright, Miss...?" their concerned voice hinted a small hidden fear within their tone.

"Ye-Yeah..." you muttered, "sorry to give... you... a... fright..."

Your voice trailed off into silence as you gazed up at the individual who held you. With wide eyes and shock flashing across your features, your whole body stiffened as your gaze fell upon blue eyes. Who equally gazed at you with a worrisome gaze, behind a blue mask.

Your eyes trailed from their gaze onto green, scaly skin which covered their features and down to the rest of their body. The straps across their chest draw your eyes to their plastron, as the rest of your senses awakened. You realized your whole body was in their strong arms.

"Now what Leo?"

You turned your head, only for your eyes to widen more, as your gaze fell onto three more strange green creatures. A scream begun to bubble in your chest and creep up your throat. The blue clad felt your muscles stiffen, as you pulled your limbs closer to your chest.

"Oh shit..." his voice mumbled.

"She's gonna scream!" a gritty voice grumbled from the largest, muscular one.

"She's gonna give us away!" the panicky tone slipped out of the slimmer build creature. Large round glasses magnified their worried gaze.

"We'll give you pizza!"

Just as your mouth opened, it was immedictly silenced as the orange clad held out a pizza box towards you. A almost complete cheesy pizza presented itself to you, while the missing slice remained in the orange clad's hand. The steam of freshed goodness filled your lungs, bringing you back to reality.

The mixture of scared, concern and hopeful expression across their faces, simply just gazed at you in silence. As you carefully took a lose slice from the box, and bringing it to your lips. Their heavy sighs of relief filled the air, as you melted into the warmth and delicious taste of the slice.

The blue clad terrapin carefully sat you down, allowing your legs to dangle off the ledge. A warm yet unsure smile came to his lips, as he introduced himself.

"I'm Leo... and these are my brothers Raph, Donnie, and Mickey."

"What...? What are you doing here?" although you found your voice. It couldn't hide it's shaky tone.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Raphael's grunty voice challenged. As though he was pointing out the obvious, of as to why they were hiding.

You bit your bottom lip as you hesitated before speaking. Slightly rubbing the back of your neck in discomfort, as you weakly smiled. "I-I... rather not say anything."

Before Raphael could pry for more of an detailed answer, Donatello quickly cut him off. "That's fair. Could we at least have your name?"

"Y/N..."

"Beautiful... And Y/N, we promise not to say anything- you didn't see us, and we didn't see you. Alright?"

You returned his warm smile, answering the purple terrapin with a speechless nod...

At half time, the lights dimmed down to release a small amount of darkness. As the screens of the Jumbotron lit up the stadium, as well as inside where you sat with the brothers.

"Ladies and gentlemen. One year ago, a shadow fell over our city."

You curiously watched the terrapin's get onto their feet as they looked around. Listening to the voice that echoed over the P.A system.

"New York was under siege by the notorious villain-Shredder. Along with his army of the Foot Clan. Shredder ruled our streets. Until one day, from out of the shadows, there shined a glimmer of hope. He was just a humble cameraman, but when danger struck the heart of our city, he single handedly battled the Shredder!"

You raised an eyebrow, taking a quick pause of eating the last couple of mouthfuls of your pizza slice. As the build up of speech continued.

"Locking the villian up behind bars! And now! Please turn your attention to the Sports Side, as we meet the man who earlier this week received The Key to the City. Please welcome! Fern the Falcon!"

From above you watched the 'hero of the city' leave his seat from the side of the court, waving to the cheering crowd. As he approached the female reporter, with mic in hand, she prepared her first set of questions.

"Fern. Tell the fans how a regular New Yorker like yourself. Who single-handedly hunt Shredder down, and bring him to justice."

He smiled, "well truth is, Jill. I actually had help from a couple of friends."

Michelangelo pulled an excited grin, as he tried to contain his bubbly attitude. "Oh no way! He's gonna give us a shout out! Wait for it!"

"Thunder and Lightning!"

The terrapin brothers sighed, as Fern showed off his small biceps and kissed them through the sleeves of his leather jacket. You looked up at Michelangelo, seeing the disappointment but also hurt flash across his green features.

"Am I missing something?" You asked, finishing your pizza and wiping the grease off onto your jeans.

Donatello looked up at his older brother in blue, as Raphael let out a grunty huff and crossing his arms.

"Believe it or not, Toots. But we saved the city."

You let out a chuckle, but your voice soon faded back into silence as Raphael shot you a dirty look. Leonardo rolled his eyes, placing his hand on his waist, while the others groaned. His blue gaze met yours, as you shuffled closer to him, when he finally sat beside you again. A small sigh left his mouth, after a slight hesitation before speaking.

"Let's just say... We know Fern quite well, and it wasn't 'just him' around when Shredder ran amuck. For 'reasons' us four, couldn't really take the credit for bringing Shredder down. Therefore Fern is simply sticking to the arrangement we had with him."

"Yeah well. This 'arrangement' has us living the rest of our lives in the 'nose bleeds.'"

Your heart could feel the stuttle hurt in Raphael's voice. You tried to give him your best smile, in an attempt to comfort him.

I know what it's like to sit on the sidelines...

Although he saw your smile, Raphael quickly turned his attention away from you. And shifted onto his youngest brother, who took a mini straw out of Donatello's backpack. You watched curiously has he perched himself behind Michelangelo, watching over his brother's shoulder, as the orange clad lined up a shot.

Before you could ask what they were planning, a surprised expression came to your face as you witnessed the terrapin, land a spitball on Fern's cheek. You placed a hand over your mouth, attempting to hide your smile from Michelangelo, as he passed the straw onto Raphael.

Fern quickly lost himself and begun to look around, as the spitball landed on his cheek. Pure confusion expressed on his features, knocking the cocky attitude off his face. You tried to keep your chuckles down, as the brother's cheered Michelangelo's shot.

As Fern tried to compose himself, and continue with his 'heroic' speech. Raphael placed the straw to his lips, preparing his silva for a good shot. The terrapin's cheers only got louder as the red clad's spitball marked Fern's face. Laughter bubbled to the surface of your chest, and giggles escaped your mouth. As the brother's danced around you, flapping their arms and mimicking bird-like noises. As Fern quickly shuffled back to his seat on the side of the basketball court, the spitball's still on his face.

At the sound of the airhorn, the basketball game was resumed. Losing yourself to the enjoyment of the game, your voice joined in with the brother's as they chanted the word, 'defence.' Looking up at Michelangelo, whom was enjoying the second last slice of pizza. Your eyes widened, as he held the box out in the open, it slowly begun to tilt at an angle that the last slice begun to slid down.

Holding your breath, you tried to reach out for the box to balance it.

"Mickey!-"

"Y/N! Watch out!"

But it was too late. Michelangelo's face exclaimed in silent horror as his eyes watched the last slice fall out of the box, and down onto the court below. Leonardo quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you into his chest, saving you from following the pizza's fall. The terrapin pulled you closer to him, your chest pressing against his plastron as you sat in his lap. The others hid in the corners of the metal landing inside the Jumbotron, as you heard one of the players from the Nicks team slip up on the pizza slice.

"Damn it, Mickey!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sure we can still come up here for the next game."

You looked up at Leonardo, his heavy sigh brushing against your cheek. His blue eyes looked down at your soft features, "I suppose we need to call it a night. Wanna lift home?"

You returned his warm smile. "Sure..."

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the-blackholeus · 10 months

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2012 Shredder Tmnt request: Reader was taken in by Shredder when she was in they early teens because they didn't show any fear and didn't want to stay at home anymore. (for request) When Shredder tried to become perfect at the end of season 5 and to eliminate all his weaknesses, i.e. to forget Karai, Reader couldn't take it anymore and confronted Shredder. They asks him angrily but also sadly if he is satisfied with how he has become since they no longer recognizes him. Reader then asks him louder if he hasn't given a fuck about them by now too so he wants to be perfect. Finally, with tears in they eyes, Reader says that Shredder is no longer the man they knew, not the man they started seeing as a father, and then goes to their room. Shredder reaction to that please

(To be honest, I haven’t watched 2012 in, like, forever, and I can barely remember anything. So please don’t get pissed if I get something wrong.)

The slam of the door was so intense that it shook the walls. The loud sound echoed through the air, deafening in Shredder’s ears, who stared at the spot you stood in only moments ago, his single working eye widened in an expression of pure and utter astonishment. Never in a million years would he have expected such an outburst from you. Not from dear and wonderful you.

Very slowly, he rose his head to stare at the dark hallway that led to the personal quarters of himself and those he considered closest to him, his gaze resting upon the door that led to yours, blinking once, twice, unsure if that conversation, your yelling and you storming off really happened, or if it all was just a fabrication of his tired brain. His tired brain which was unable to grasp what you just told him.

A lump formed in his throat, so thick he felt like he was unable to breathe. Instinctively, he reached upwards, wrapping his large hand around it. His fingers kneaded the tense muscles, and he could almost feel it as he slowly began to turn his head away, finally catching up with the events that just happened. And his reaction was...intense to say the least.

His heart began to thunder against his ribcage, his lungs suddenly felt as if they were unable to inflate. His ears were ringing, his vision deteriorating at a rapid pace, his hands shaking with an emotion he could not tell. It wasn’t pain, it wasn’t remorse. It wasn’t...sadness. Or at least it didn’t feel that way. It was something far, far more intense. Something that he never felt before.

“I...”, he muttered, glancing over his shoulder to look at the wooden barrier you hid behind once more, swallowing thickly. “I’m...sorry.”, he eventually breathed, so silent that it was barely audible. He knew that you could not hear him. He didn’t want you to.

He didn’t want you to see this vulnerable state he was in right now. His pride, his goddamned pride, wouldn’t let him.

Clenching his hands into fists so harshly his bones cracked, he began to walk in the opposite direction, suddenly desiring to put as much distance between you and him possible. He...needed to sort this out.

He needed to overcome this suffocating feeling. He was supposed to be perfect. He was SHREDDER, for god’s sake. Such meaningless words from such a tiny person should mean NOTHING to him.

Yet as he stepped outside, feeling the icy wind on his exposed skin, he could not help but feel like they meant everything, and that he was currently on his way to making the biggest mistake of his life. A mistake that could cost him everything, including you.

#shredder x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 shredder x reader #requested

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j-nope-not-today · 2 years

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I want to fight

TMNT Adoptive father Raphael x reader

A/n: Thank you very much to the person who requested this and hopefully you enjoy. Mentions of being stabbed though so if your not for that please don't read.

(n/n)-nickname

I had waited my whole life it felt like to fight crime and all of my hopes and dreams to be like my father came crashing down upon me when he told me

"No. It's not safe and I won't allow it."

It felt heart crushing. I mean everyone in the family fights crime, so why couldn't I?

I put it so much time practicing with my uncle's and grandfather and still I was denied what I felt was my one purpose in life. I wish I could change his mind, but knowing my father it wouldn't happen and it never would.

So I guess I would just have to do it without him knowing. I earned a small nickname for my nightly adventures the (n/n).

I've only ever had one slip up I had snuck back in only to find my father waiting in the living room for me pacing and I looked past him to see my uncle's waiting with him.

"Where were you? I was worried sick." He turned when he heard me and I knew I looked awful.

A few bruises were forming over my knuckles and face.

"Were you beat up? Where did you go?" I sighed at his questions before speaking.

"I was on a walk and I got beat up, but I called the police and they helped me so it's all good."

The only thing that I had gotten was a very long lecture from all of them and a months worth of groundment.

So after a few months here I was waiting on the couch waiting for my father and uncles to disappear.

"Is that everything Donnie?" I looked over and watched him give a small thumbs up before loading the rest of their equipment.

"Okay, you need to get your homework done and uh be in bed before we get back." My father looked at me and I smiled.

"Homework is already done. Uncle Donnie helped me with it and I will be fast asleep when you return." I knew I was lying I wouldn't be in bed.

"okay then..you have a good night sweetie." He pulled me in for a quick hug before disappearing with the others.

I waited a few minutes before sneaking off into my room to change into my secret little hero uniform. It wasn't ideal, but it worked for now and it kept me hidden from my family and enemies. At least identity wise.

So after a couple more minutes of waiting and hearing nothing I snuck off into the night to do my nightly patrol.

What I didn't expect was to catch the foot clan in the middle of a heated discussion. I paused on the side of the building and listened in to their conversation

"I know they'll be there I made sure of it."

"They better be at the docks or your in for it."

"Who is it that were waiting for at the docks?"

I listened to someone sigh and the sound of a weapon go off and I held my breath waiting for footsteps to come my direction, but there was nothing.

"You almost shot me!"

"Of you paid attention you would know we're waiting for those stupid vigilante turtles!"

"Oh."

I stopped listening I had to go protect my family. So I raced through the streets and buildings and made my way to the docks.

"Hey, look over here! (N/n)'s hurt!" I looked up to see one of my uncle's and I knew I would be in big trouble when they found out it was me.

Especially when I saw my father following after him. Boy was I in for it.

I slowly brought my hand up to my face and slipped off my mask and looked back up to see my father's face instantly shift into extreme worry.

He knelt next to me and placed his hand onto my side.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No..just my side." I let out a wince at the pressure and watched as my uncle's rushed around with the supplies and began to dress my wound.

"Were gonna get you back to the lab and I can get this patched up better there." I nodded at my uncle Donnie's words before looking back to my father.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't listen to you, but I wanted to prove that I could be just like you.." I felt him place a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him.

"I guess I should have expected you to not listen. I'm upset with you, but we can deal with that later..all that matters is making sure your okay." I nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

My wounds would heal and I could sense that I would be allowed to finally go on missions with them..but not after I get a year's worth of lectures and groundment, but it would be worth it in the end.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph

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extratmnt · 10 months

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Title: Leo forgets some stuff, but his family is there to catch him (quite literally)

Universe: Rise of the TMNT

Pairings: Leo and his brothers

Word count: what do you want from me?!

It was a relatively normal day for Leo. He got out of bed, did his normal routine (although he thinks he forgot something), and headed to the dojo to train with his brothers. Sure, he was sporting a pretty bad headache, but he would be fine. He probably should have taken some pain meds, but he didn't want to accidentally build up a tolerance to them. You never knew when you might get seriously injured and need them the most.

Leo got to the dojo and saw his brothers already sparring.

Raph saw him and waved him over. "Leo! Come on! You can have next round. You and me."

Leo grinned and walked over. "Oh yeah?" He unsheathed his swords. "Let's do this."

It started out great. Both of them perfectly balanced to keep the fight going for quite a while. However, Leo quickly realized that maybe he should have taken his headache a little more seriously.

After a particularly harsh wave of pain through his skull, Leo tried bailing. "Raph." He gulped. "Raph, I think I need a break."

Raph seemed to only get more riled up after hearing that. "Nonsense. You're fine. You're not even out of breath yet."

"No, Raph, that's not what I-" He broke off with a gasp and everything went black.

Donnie was perfectly content watching his two brothers spar. He noticed that something was off when Leo had one sluggish move. Usually, Leo didn't get slower throughout the fight and just powered through it. If he wasn't, that meant that something was really wrong.

"Raph, make sure you're not going to hard on him. It's just a spar," Donnie called over.

"Right," he responded.

He didn't slow down.

"Raph, I'm seri-" Before he could finish, he was cut off by Leo.

"Raph... Raph, I think I need a break."

Okay, if Leo was admitting it, you knew it was bad.

However, Raph continued to taunt him with, "Nonsense. You're fine. You're not even out of breath yet."

Donnie gulped.

Leo swayed.

"No, Raph, that's not what I-"

"Somebody catch him, he's gonna-!" Donnie yelled.

Raph caught him a moment before he hit the floor.

Leo awoke to someone muttering something. It was distorted for a few moments but as he woke up more, it was more clear.

"Leo, you idiot, why did this happen? Scoff... you really are a doofus sometimes." It was Donnie.

Leo blinked his eyes open slowly and started to sit up. He seemed to be in the med bay. He sat up and looked over to Donnie.

Donnie didn't hesitate to lightly punch him in the shoulder. The term 'lightly' used lightly (pun fully intended).

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe from scaring all of us half to death when you passed out randomly." Oh, boy. He was mad.

Leo gulped.

"I detected that you were low on blood sugar and dehydrated. Care to explain that one, Fearless?"

After Donnie said that, his other brothers entered the room.

Leo sighed. "Sorry. You guys know I have a high metabolism. I didn't think that I had a headache because I needed to eat something. Sorry." Leo shrunk into himself. He really didn't think about that.

Donnie then took his turn to sigh. "Leo, this is why we set up an alarm system on your phone for when you need to eat. Did you not charge it last night?" he inquired.

Ah... that's something he forgot. He also managed to forget to eat. Frick you, ADHD.

"Sorry."

Donnie surprised him by hugging him, his other brothers following his move. "Just don't do that again."

Leo smiled. He was glad someone cared about him.

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exclusiivelyd · 3 years

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literally on my knees | stiles stilinski

pairing: stiles stilinski x reader

summary: stiles can get y/n to forgive him. right?

warnings: stubborn!reader. everyone is alive ofc. fluff? angst? idk. i wrote this listening to reputation, watching TMNT, and eating brownies while high off of coffee and its not edited. i’m so sorry.

She was mad at him. He knew that she had a valid reason to be upset with him but, fuck, it hurt to watch her walk past him without a word.

“I still don’t understand why you don’t just go talk to her,” Scott’s voice flooded into his ears and Stiles snapped his head towards him. “It can’t be that hard, right?”

Stiles cocked an eyebrow at Scott and tilted his head. “No, Scott, it’s going to be so easy to get her to forgive me. I won’t even have to do anything, she’ll just forgive me as soon as I say hi to her.”

Scott winced at his words, knowing that it was ridiculous to even suggest the idea that it wasn’t hard to get through Y/N. “I think everyone knows that I messed up. I mean, the looks I’m getting from Malia and Kira are everything I need to know that Y/N told them.” Stiles fumbles with his hands as he leans against his locker.

Scott opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off by Isaac as he and Aidan make their way over. “Honestly, Stiles, you should just give up. Heard she’s really pissed.” Stiles snapped his head towards Isaac and and rolled his neck on his shoulders as he prepared to tell Isaac all the reasons he should fuck off.

“You should go fuck your—”

“No, no, Isaac’s right.” Aidan’s voice interrupted Stiles’ detailed monologue that was about to start. Isaac, Scott, and Stiles all slowly turned their heads to look at Aidan. Isaac was the first to break the silence.

“Why are you even here? Literally, nobody wants you here.” Scott slowly lifted his hands up as he felt the tension between the three boys grow.

Scott placed his hands on Stiles’ shoulders and steered him away from Isaac and Aidan, who were starting to bicker.

“Honestly, they’re both so annoying. Why do we even keep them around?”

“Um, because we’re nice? I don’t know. Now, why don’t you stop worrying about Isaac and Aidan, and start worrying about how you’re going to get your girlfriend to talk to you—” Scott positioned Stiles to look in Y/N’s direction. “—because the way that Lydia is already introducing guys to Y/N, is a cue that she might not forgive you.”

Stiles opened his mouth to say anything but nothing came out as Lydia stood with a guy who was standing way too close to his girlfriend. Stiles scrambled to say anything. “But at least she doesn’t look interested!”

Scott hummed as he examined the situation with a tilt to his head. “True, but that doesn’t mean she’s never going to not be interested.”

Stiles finally got her attention towards the end of the school day. She was walking past him and didn’t bother to spare him a glance when his arm shot out to grab hers. Y/N attempted to tug her arm out of his grasp but gave up when he started talking.

“Okay, okay, just listen, alright?” Stiles kept his grip on her arm and bent his head down a little to catch her eyes that were looking at the floor. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, baby. And I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”

When Y/N didn’t respond, he could feel his heart speed up as the anxiety bloomed in his chest. “Look, your favorite flowers, right. You love flowers.” Stiles pulled the bouquet of flowers from behind his back and stretched them out towards her.

The silence between them was deafening, and if they weren’t in the middle of a high school hallway, he was sure that he’d be able to hear his own heart beat. When he still didn’t get a reaction out of her, he couldn’t help but drop to his knees.

Y/N’s eyes widened and Stiles couldn’t help but applaud himself for finally getting something out of her. “Look, see. I’d do anything for you. You know, cause I’m on my knees in the middle of the hallway. I’d say that’s like, everything.”

Y/N bent down a little and repeatedly hit his shoulder, eyes still wide. “What the hell are you doing?” She hissed between her teeth as looked around at all the weird stares they were getting. “Get up right now!” She whisper-yelled at him and Stiles couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face as he started hugging her legs.

“Please forgive me.” Stiles placed his chin on her thigh as he looked up at her, biting his lip to try and contain the already big grin as she stomped her foot from irritation.

“Stiles, I’m literally going to kill you. Get up right now.”

“Not until you forgive me.”

Y/N huffed as she looked up from Stiles and looked around the hallway. She debated her next move and rolled her eyes as she looked back down to the grinning boy hugging her legs. “Fine, I forgive you. Now get up or I swear I will murder you in your sleep.”

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #isaac lahey #scott mccall #stiles stilinksi x reader #fluff #fluff imagine

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lissacmonster · 3 years

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Wrong Place, Right Time

TMNT x (Gender Neutral) Reader (Non-romantic) Synopsis: Reader goes into an abandoned building to find their dog, and ends up finding a lot more than their dog. Rating: Teen Genre: Action/Thriller Pairings: None Content Warnings: The dog is in danger for some of it (but isn’t actually hurt) Other Tags: Funny, Combat, Short Story, Fanfiction, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Shredder

When you left your apartment that night, you had no way of knowing how unprepared you were for the events that would unfold. Armed with a flashlight and a roll of doggy bags you and your dog Cody had slipped out into the fresh, cool night air. You also brought a can of bear mace in case you ran into any creeps. Bear mace wouldn't have necessarily been your first choice, but it was leftover from the time you went camping and you wanted to put it to good use.

The dog was just happily sniffing around and relieving himself when he suddenly stiffened up. Following his gaze, your eyes landed on a cat. The cat was happily strutting across the street, unperturbed by the dog even as he began barking hatefully and straining against the leash. You held your grip and started pulling him back the way you had come. But he turned around, dug his heels in and managed to pull out of the collar.

The cat suddenly noticed it was in danger and darted around, looking for a place to hide. Cody followed the cat in circles around a parked car, then he chased it around the corner.

You ran after him, "Cody! Get back here!"

You were half angry, and half worried that he would run out into the street in front of a car. Instead, when you rounded the corner, he was wriggling his way into a boarded up building. His tail disappeared through the space in the boards just as you leapt forward to grab him.

"Cody! NO! Get back here, now!" You said, using your best angry parent voice.

But Cody was on a mission to find that cat. You knew that he would be single-minded until he found what he was looking for. It might have been admirable if you were coon hunting together out in the countryside, or something. Instead, it was annoying because you were on an evening walk in the middle of Manhattan.

You groaned in exasperation and looked up at the building. It was an old apartment building or something, a rough brick structure that was 5 stories high. The windows were mostly boarded up, and the ones that weren't were missing their glass. There were no lights on inside. It didn't look like anyone had been here for a long time. At least, nobody you wanted to run into...

And nobody you wanted your dog to run into either! Your protective instinct kicked in. You called through the hole to him for another 30 seconds. When he didn't reappear, you started looking around for a way in.

In the alley where you were standing, there were lots of bits of metal and you took a second to poke through them and find a good one. First you found a weird, 3-pronged dagger of some kind, which you tucked into your belt. Maybe you could use it for protection in case somebody dangerous was squatting in there. (Although, if you were being honest, you mostly kept it because you thought it looked cool.) Then you found a metal rod that seemed sturdy enough to work as a crowbar. In no time, you were squeezing through a gap you had made in the boards covering the doorway.

After clicking on your flashlight, you noticed that you were standing in an old lobby. There was a torn up spot on the floor where the front desk had obviously once been affixed. The wallpaper was peeling. The hardwood floors, which had probably been gorgeous when they were kept up, were covered in a thick layer of dust. Cobwebs were hanging in the corners and doorways, with their own gathering of dust.

You followed the sounds of Cody's feet skittering against the floors.

"Cody!" You whispered harshly, creeping towards him. If there were any questionable people around, you didn't want them hearing you guys. Luckily Cody wasn't raising hell yet, which told you that he must have lost track of the cat.

You spotted him at the end of a hallway.

"Cody, c'mere," You called, sweetly.

He looked you dead in the face and then turned and walked through a doorway into pitch black nothingness.

What. A. Brat.

Gazing down the stairway, you wanted to cry so bad. That damn dog had just run down into what must be the basement. You stood at the top, feeling sorry for yourself, trying to see down the steps. After a minute you realized that it wasn't actually pitch black. There was some kind of light that was dimly illuminating the bottom of the steps.

Gathering every last ounce of courage, you made your way down the steps. Every step creaked horribly, and with each one, you felt certain that your foot was about to sink through rotten wood. A dank smell invaded your nostrils more as you descended. How long did you have to breath black mold in before it would make you sick, anyway?

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, you found that you were standing in a hallway. The floor here was even more dirty than the ground floor above. There was garbage piled all over the place. If anyone had ever squatted in this building, you were willing to bet that they'd done it here in this basement level.

A voice sounded from down the hallway. Your head snapped towards it in alarm, but after a few seconds it was clear it wasn't directed at you. It had come from a doorway at the very end of the hall which was slightly ajar, pale blue light spilling from it. You fought the urge to sprint back up the stairs and instead crept down the hall towards the voice. You tucked the metal rod into your belt and pulled out the strange dagger, ready to strike if someone suddenly rushed out at you. The voice was speaking again.

"...think you can defy me, turtles, but once again I've proven you wrong."

"You're not gonna get away with this, Shredder!" A second voice, female this time. She sounded scared. What were you walking into? You felt strangely numb as you continued to move forward, your heart pounding.

"I already have. Look at them! Once I have what I need, I'll dispose of you all," It was a deep, rich voice with a cold fury beneath.

"And then what? You took the mutagen out of our blood when we fought you years ago. So what could you possibly want with our blood this time?" Another male voice countered, sounding calm, but angry.

"Th-that's right! Our blood is free of mutagen, you can't use it to mutate anybody!" Another, nervous-sounding male voice agreed.

You reached the doorway and peered around the doorframe very slowly...

Within the room was some kind of makeshift laboratory. One bulb hung from the ceiling, casting the whole scene in harsh bright light. Several figures were visible in the large room. The first one that caught your attention was the huge figure in the center of the room. It looked like a man wearing a thick, heavy suit of strange armor. The armor had lots of sharp angles and spikes on it. You couldn't see anything else about him because he was silhouetted against the harshly-lit room. He was facing two figures who were lying on the floor.

One of the people on the floor was the woman. She had dark hair and eyes and was wearing a yellow jacket. Her hands were bound and she was glaring hatefully at the armored man. Next to her was another man. He wasn't talking, and he was lying very still... Was he ok? Or was he...?

You didn't finish that thought because you caught sight of four... somethings against the far wall.

They were... turtles, you guessed. But they weren't like any turtles you had ever seen. They were tall and buff with humanoid faces and bodies. Each was wearing a different colored mask, as well as various gear. They were strung up against the wall by lots and lots of chains. There was some kind of machinery connected to them, but it was hard to make out what it all was from this far away.

The spikey man- what had she called him? Shredder? He was speaking again, "I don't need to mutate anybody. All I need is your DNA, and I will have an unstoppable army."

"He's cracked, you guys," A new voice. It was gruff, and it came from the largest turtle, who was wearing a red mask.

"Oh no... I-I think I know what he's talking about!" The nervous voice was coming from the tallest one, in the purple mask, "He wants to clone us!"

"Is that true?!" The orange one finally spoke up, "Man, you can't make another Michelangelo! I'm the one and only!

"Stockman, how much longer before they're drained?" Shredder interrupted.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as an answer sounded out from very close to you.

"Another 2 hours, Mr. Shredder!"

"Why must it take so long?" Shredder asked, threateningly.

"W-well... We only had so much equipment..." Stockman defended, "I mean, there are ways of removing it faster, if you catch my drift. But if you want a clean, untainted sample, this is the best way to go!"

"Hmm... Very well." Shredder agreed after a moment.

You were now pressed against the wall just outside of the door, clutching your chest. That Stockman guy had been no more than 4 feet from you just inside the door! He was against the wall that you couldn't see, though, so you hadn't noticed him.

Stockman was talking again, more to himself, "Aw man... That cat got in again..."

A soft growling sounded from within the room. Oh god. Cody.

"What the..." Stockman started and then yelped, "HEY!"

His chair clattered to the ground as Cody's chorus of barks started up. You rushed back to the door and were frozen to the spot as you watched the scene unfold. It was utter chaos as Cody tore around the room after the cat, which was leaping around on the equipment and furniture. Cody managed to knock over 2 chairs, jump up on a table, and upset several important-looking instruments before he was caught around the neck by the monstrous man's hand. Cody's high-pitched cries snapped you out of it.

"STOP!" You hurled yourself forward. Everything in the room seemed to stop in time. All eyes settled on you and every face held surprise. Shredder's helmeted head turned towards you, observing as you sprinted toward him. You had the dagger drawn back with the intent to jam it into the metal of his stupid, shiney armor.

You didn't even feel it when he swatted you away like a fly. All you noticed was that suddenly you were flying backwards. You quickly sprung back to your feet. Your skin felt electric as adrenaline coursed through your body. There was a throbbing feeling in your face where he had struck you. The strange dagger had skittered out of your hands.

Cody was no longer in his grip, that was the good news. The bad news was that now you were getting an up close and personal look at this Shredder guy. You could see every facet of the armor from here. The most striking part was the helmet, which resembled a leering skull.

You wondered what his face looked like behind the helmet. Did he look as surprised as everyone else? His voice didn't betray any surprise, only amusement.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here... A new hero, come to save the world. Such a pity you’ll have to die."

You tried to keep your voice steady as you explained, “Look man, I don’t know what you’re talking about- I’m just here for my dog!”

"Really, turtles, is this weakling the only ally you have left?"

None of them answered. They were still staring at you and glancing at one another, like they were trying to figure out if they knew you from somewhere. This was getting awkward.

"No, really, I don't know them," You insisted.

"Is that so? Well, then, how do you explain that." He lifted one of his huge metallic arms. It took you a second to realize he was pointing at your shirt. You looked down and gasped.

Save The Turtles was emblazoned across your chest in bright green letters, complete with a cute little cartoon rendering of a turtle.

God damn it. Of course you had chosen to wear the shirt you got from that time you volunteered at the turtle sanctuary.

"Uh- that's-!"

Before you could explain it to him, Shredder cut you off, "ENOUGH! Stockman, restrain this fool."

"ME? I'm not here to be your muscle!" Stockman sounded indignant.

Shredder was just throwing out another line about how weak you looked, and that restraining you would hardly require "muscle," when you darted around him and over to the far corner where Cody was cowering. You had to climb around some equipment that seemed to be collecting blood from the turtles. You were uncomfortable being so close to them, as you had yet to discern whether they were friendly or not.

"Hey, that's my staff!"

You looked up at the turtle with the purple mask. He was peering down at you through glasses that made his eyes look 3 times bigger than they actually were.

You glared at him, "No, that's my dog!"

"No, I mean that thing on your belt!"

Was he talking about the metal rod?

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! DUCK, KID!" The one in the red mask was shouting.

You dropped instantly to the ground. A huge BANG! sounded from above and drywall rained down on you. There was a big piece of metal embedded in the wall where your head had just been. Cody scampered away, whimpering in fear.

"He's coming up behind you!"

You whirled around to find Shredder was advancing towards you. You glanced around for an escape, but you were boxed in by equipment.

Suddenly Shredder stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around. Stuck in his back was the dagger you had dropped. The girl in the yellow jacket was standing there, having plunged it into the battery pack on the back of his suit.

You stepped carefully out of the way of the equipment and cast around desperately for a way to help her.

"Quick! Use the staff!" The purple one called.

When you looked clueless, he clarified, "The thing on your belt!"

Oh, the rod! Great idea! You grabbed the rod, jumped on Shredder's back and started pummeling his helmeted head with the thing. This drew a chorus of complaints from the turtles.

"Aw MAN! C'mon, kid!"

"Duuuude, that's not funny! Kick his butt for real!"

Purple was fighting desperately to be heard over all the commotion. He sounded completely exasperated by this point, "No, I meant-! Press the button!"

What button? There were no buttons on the-! Oh, wait. There was a button on the rod. How had you missed that? You pressed your thumb down on small, red button. Instantly, both ends of the rod shot out, extending it by about 5 feet. In the process, it struck Shredder's helmet, launching it violently from the man's head. With a startled cry you toppled off of Shredder's back. The man rounded on you. You looked for the staff, but it had launched itself far out of reach.

"Now, I'm going to put an end to this little game," He said, and you could see the full extent of his fury on his face.

The four turtles were all shouting things and you couldn't make out any of it. All you could see was the hate in the man's eyes as he approached. His long black hair hung in his face untidily. He was panting and his lips were pulled back in an angry grimace. He looked like some kind of beast, like a lion, or like a...

"Bear!" You shouted suddenly. You tugged the bear mace out of the little pouch on your belt.

Shredder was towering over you now. He raised one of his bladed arms, poised to strike. Popping the top off, you raised the bear mace, pointed it at him, and pressed the switch.

Shredder was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of orange smoke. He roared and stumbled backwards. While he was distracted with that you scrambled to your feet. The woman was busy unlocking the chains that were trapping the turtles.

"Thanks, Angelcakes!" The one in orange said gratefully as he shrugged off all of the blood-collecting equipment.

He came over and stood next to you. You eyed him warily, but he was just looking at you with interest, "Hey, that was pretty rad how you stood up to Shredder like that! You pretty much ruled, even though you kinda-sorta... suck at fighting!"

Your pride had never been particularly tied to your fighting skills, so you just said, "Thanks. What's your name?"

"Michelangelo. But the ladies like to call me Mikey."

The two of you kept an eye on Shredder while the woman continued unlocking the turtles chains. You even sprayed a few more times in his direction when he got too close. Eventually he managed to rip the metal armor off of his hands so he could rub his burning eyes. Now he rounded on you again.

He looked truly out of his mind by this point, his blood red eyes were streaming and his face looked pinker than any face you had ever seen.

"Whoa... I think he's gonna-"

Before Mikey could finish, suddenly Shredder was charging at you. Mikey yanked you aside as someone barreled past you. The one with the red mask slammed into Shredder, colliding with him with the force of a refrigerator.

"Oh, shit! Is he ok??"

"You mean, Raphael? He's fine! He gets thrown into cars and stuff all the time," Mikey waved his hand dismissively.

Raphael rolled to his feet, pulling the dagger out of Shredder's back as he did so. He walked back to where you guys were standing, "Thanks for bringing one of my Sais, kid."

Things were kind of a blur from there. The turtles restrained the Shredder. The one with the blue mask was apparently the leader, and his name was Leonardo. He was on the phone with the chief of police. Wow... So your local police department was cool with these turtle ninjas? Who would have thought... Maybe your uncle's conspiracy theory about reptiles controlling the government wasn't totally crazy.

Donatello, the one with the purple mask, was attending to the man who had been lying on the ground when you came in. The man's name was Casey, and he wasn't dead as you had previously thought. He did have a pretty nasty concussion, though, and kept repeating the same phrases over and over (A common symptom with concussions, Donatello told you).

Don also took a look at your own injuries while he was at it. Your face was beginning to swell from where Shredder had struck you, and you would be sporting a nasty-looking bruise for a while. Other than that, you would be just fine.

After everything was said and done, and you had talked to the police, and Shredder had been loaded into an armored vehicle and hauled away, you and Cody were finally leaving to go home. You were back in the cool night air, walking your dog on his leash. You wondered if Cody would think twice about chasing a cat next time, or if the whole event had gone over his head? He definitely didn't look like he cared that he had just been in life-threatening danger.

Before you could ponder it much more, the brothers suddenly appeared around you.

"Heeeyyy, let us walk you home!" Leo offered aggressively.

"No, that's ok! You don't have to!" You really just wanted to be left alone now.

"We insist." The grin on Leo's face looked mostly threatening.

Leo threw his arm around your shoulder, as if to make sure you wouldn't run away, and started practically dragging you along.

They took you on the coolest shortcut you had ever been on. You scaled buildings and leapt across rooftops. It was just like in Assassin's Creed! Of course, they had to carry both you and Cody the whole way like a couple of carry-on bags.

When they set you down finally, you were in the alley next to your apartment building.

"Thanks guys," You said, "But how the hell did you find out where I lived?" You hadn't ever given them any directions.

"I have my ways..." Donatello said. He adjusted his glasses and they glinted dramatically like in an anime.

They were all kind of staring at you in a vaguely menacing way, "Uh... Are ya'll gonna... kill me because I know too much or something?"

"What the-! Of course not!" Donnie yelled.

"Hey, relax, buddy! We're not those kind of ninjas!" Mikey laughed, "That's not how we handle people who know too much!"

"Not any more, at least..." Raph said, narrowing his eyes at you, "The chief said it was too messy to keep covering it up."

You gulped nervously.

"Raph! Don't tell people things like that!" Leo shoved him and turned back to you, "Don't worry, he's joking. YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT RAPH?"

"I'M JOKING. JESUS CHRIST!" Raph yelled back, "Just, don't go runnin' your mouth about us, aight?"

The leader in blue leaned in uncomfortably close to stare into your eyes, "If you say anything about us, we will come back to see you..."

"Aaaand PUNISH YOU," Mikey added, "In a gentle, non life-threatening way!"

You put up your arms defensively, "Trust me, I am not telling anyone that I fought some kind of terminator samurai to save my dog and some turtles."

You thought you saw a twitch at the corner of his mouth before he straightened up and lead his brothers away. They scaled the walls of the surrounding buildings with ease, and then they had vanished just like that.

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Will you ever see them again? Would you LIKE to see them again? I hope so because I have a lot of ideas for this series.

Thanks for reading, ya’ll. It’s the first story I have finished in ages and it feels good to be back.

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 9b

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1618

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: I have been waiting so long for this part. Things will no longer be the same after this night. Thanks for the love everyone! (Also, if you’re able to, pls go vote today!)

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You’re relieved to find the halls towards the lab empty. Natasha had forced you into your costume before even considering letting you leave her room. You didn’t have the energy to argue with her and let her slip the dress on. You still had no idea what you were supposed to be and Natasha still refused to tell you.

In the end, it doesn’t matter.

It was Halloween and you had a mask to blend in with the other costumes that would surely be roaming around the party.

“Tony, I hope you’re done,” you call out as you enter the lab. “I’ve given you more than 20 minutes…”

You trail off as you notice the display that lays front in center. You tentatively make your way towards it and are in awe at the glimmer of the gold chains that would wrap around your fingers and wrist.

“Beautiful, right?” Tony asks as he finally appears. He’s already dressed. No costume as always as he wore his usual tux. “Might be my best work.”

“You definitely have a Midas touch,” you praise him. “Could definitely create another billionaire franchise if you make a couple more of these.”

“Not going to happen but it’s nice to know that I have a fall back,” Tony grins as he picks up the modified gauntlets and turns them around for you to see. “Now this is my favorite part.”

The stones that the gauntlet stored are now placed in a unique set of molds.

“The sun and the moon.”

Tony’s smile grows.

“Three things cannot be hidden,” he states as he pulls the ring-bracelet out to place it on you. “The sun, the moon, and the truth.”

They mold perfectly into your hands allowing the stones to settle in the center of your palms.

“Thought it would be fitting for you,” Tony adds. “Especially since you’re playing Lady Justice for the night.”

You look down at the white and grey gown that resembles the graceful flow of Grecian togas.

“Is that who I am? Seriously?” you groan. “I thought I was some Game of Thrones character or something.”

“Nope, you’re Lady Justice. Nat thought it would be funny with the whole truth telling thing you’ve got going,” Tony shrugs with a chuckle. “The silver mask is meant to emphasize the whole ‘justice is blind’ thing.”

You let out another groan.

“I never had the urge to strangle someone so much.”

Tony continues to laugh as you set the mask aside. He uses this lull in the conversation to place the other modified gauntlet on your hand.

“Refrain from turning my party into a bloodbath,” Tony responds. “Just try your new and improved gadgets and let's call it a day.”

You heed his advice and turn away from him. With ease, you shoot two straight beams of energy into the wall scorching it once more.

“That’s great,” Tony mutters at the holes that decorated his wall. “Let’s just add more repairs I’ll have to do.”

Loki had to give it to his brother. He did indeed have a brain and he knew how to use it seeing as Thor was ready with a casket of Asgardian mead for both of them to enjoy at the party. Loki more than gladly accepted the offered glass and did not hesitate to drink it all down in one swallow before asking for a refill.

“Brother, I’m glad you got into the holiday mood and dressed up,” Thor states as he slapped Loki on the back.

Thor took in Loki’s appearance and smiled at the all black suit he was wearing.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Loki scowls.

“You’re dressed in a costume!”

“Costume? I’m not-” Loki’s scowl deepens. “I’m not in costume, you idiot.”

“Oh, really?” Thor asks, confused. “Then why are you dressed like a witch?”

Loki refrains from responding as he inhales his second glass of mead. If he were to survive the rest of the night, Loki would need a couple of more drinks in him.

“Isn’t this great?” Thor exclaims as he motions towards the party that was at full swing. “Almost rivals our own parties, doesn’t it?”

Loki rolls his eyes and continues to drink.

“There’s Wanda and Vision dressed as a… well, I don’t know, but they look quite nice! And there’s Steve too! I don’t understand his attire either. Oh and will you look at that…”

Loki turns towards the direction that Thor is pointing to and everything seems to stop.

You’re walking down the staircase adorned in a gown that closely resembled the ones found in Asgard. Your hair was in an intricate braid decorated with jeweled pins that caught the light making it seem as you were crowned with the night sky.

He’s not the only entranced by your presence. Loki can easily see the amount of attention you’re receiving at the simple moment. You don’t pay it any mind seeing as your focus remained on him.

You smile.

It catches Loki off guard even more so as you ignore some of your new admirers in preference of his company.

It skips his mind that he was avoiding you for a reason and when he realizes it, he’s too late. You have already made your way towards him.

“Thor, Loki,” you greet with a nod before turning to him. “You both came and you dressed up...”

“I’m a prince and Loki’s a witch!” Thor gleefully provides.

“I’m not a witch,” Loki snaps.

“Then what are you?” you ask him.

“I’m dressed as a Midgardian,” Loki answers curtly.

“Right,” you whisper, noting his disinterest in the conversation. “Loki, can we…”

“And what are you dressed as for this occasion?” Thor asks, unknowingly interrupting you. “I could mistake you as a high lady of the Asgardian court. Don’t you agree, Loki?”

Loki chokes on his drink and desires so strongly that he had stabbed his brother like all of his instincts were telling him to. He didn’t wish to respond to his question knowing it would reveal too much of him.

“Yes, she does.”

Your eyes narrow at him.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m what?”

“You lied,” you repeat, stepping closer to him. “Why?”

Loki doesn’t know what drives him to respond or where the words even come from.

“I think you precede some high lady,” he states. “You are regaled like a queen tonight.”

“Oh.”

You look away from him then and try to fight off the smile on your lips.

“Well, this has been entertaining,” Thor chuckles before setting his glass aside. “My Lady, will you do me the honor of giving me your first dance?”

You look at Thor’s extended hand and smile.

“That’s really nice of you, Thor, but I can’t,” you answer as you turn to Loki. “I was hoping to give that spot up to your brother.”

Loki ignores the grin on Thor’s face as he looks at you. There is no malice or mischief at the request. You were genuinely asking him for the first dance.

“He accepts.”

Loki has no choice as Thor shoves him forward to you. You are quick to grab his hand then and pull him towards the dance floor. It is music that he is not accustomed to but you manage to lead him through it.

“I’m sorry to resort to low tactics to get you alone,” you tell him. “I just really need to talk to you.”

Loki attempts to pull away but your hold on him is surprisingly strong.

“I had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable,” you continue. “I’m sorry I crossed a line. You didn’t deserve it. No one does and yet I did it, but please know I did it unknowingly. I had no intention of digging up secrets you were not prepared in sharing. It won’t happen again.”

Loki detects no lies in your apology and yet he hesitates to trust you.

“What you saw…”

“I saw nothing,” you answer and though it is a lie, you hope he understands that your lips are sealed in the matter.

It seems the message was received as Loki nods in response.

“Very well,” he mutters.

It wasn’t the forgiveness you were hoping for but one you would accept anyway.

“Oh, and while I’m apologizing for my drastic actions,” you add with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind this one.”

You pull away from his hold to reveal your hands that are no longer sporting the gauntlets he had given you. Instead, gold chains wrapped around your fingers and wrist like an ornate bracelet. You slowly turn them over and Loki loses the little sanity he had for the night.

“Loki?”

He reels away from you unsure of how to make sense of what he’s seeing at the moment. Cradled on the palm of your hands rested sigils he never expected to see in his lifetime.

“You’re carrying the sun and the moon.”

“I guess... I am, yeah,” you laugh lightly as you look down at them. “They’re definitely an upgrade from the heavy gauntlets and they still work.”

Your words aren’t being registered at the moment as Loki attempts to make sense of the sudden shift that only he is aware of.

“I have to go,” he interrupts you.

“Wait, what?” you ask him. “But the party…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he retreats.

A path opens for him easily at the dark look that encompasses his face. He didn’t get to enjoy the fear he inflicted on the general population like he usually does. Loki was just desperate to get out of there and by sheer luck, you don’t follow him.

In the end, Loki finds himself wishing that you had.

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nostalgiaruinedme · 3 years

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Monster

Prompt: Mistreated by Authorities Fandom: TMNT 2012 Ao3 link: here Summary: After the Kraang and the Triceratons and the Shredder, the world is finally safe, save for the scars left behind. But humanity is looking for a scapegoat to blame all the tragedies on, and their gaze lands on the mutants. Now, every government in the world is after any and all mutants, but first and foremost, they want the turtles. And then the EPF capture Donatello.

First I’d like to thank the amazing @morikothehalfangel for beta reading this for me <3

I put way too much effort into researching the effects of torture by asphyxiation for this oneshot wow. I now know more about asphyxiation than I ever wanted to know but ~accuracy is important~

I mean I think it's accurate. I DID MY BEST OK and also I've been in the hospital because I couldn't breathe (asthma not torture i promise <3) so I based some of it a little on my own experiences, just amped up a billion percent.

Also I know a lot of people are like "THEY'RE TURTLES THEY CAN HOLD THEIR BREATH FOR A WHILE" but like- that's a great headcanon that I love reading about but considering they nearly did suffocate in that one episode where that one triceraton released all the air from their cell, I don't think it's canon. And even if it was canon I wanna write this so I'm disregarding it pff

PLEASE mind the warnings in the summary. Don't read anything that will trigger you, take your safety first ok? That's more important than reading a fic.

Okay, that's all. Please enjoy! and suffer.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: - Self hatred - Depression - Asphyxiation - Torture - Briefly mentioned suicide attempt -

Everyone is good at heart.

If you asked April 5 years ago what she thought about the inherent good or evilness of humanity, that would've been the answer she gave. A typical one, maybe, full of clichés and misplaced optimism, but it was also one she truly believed. Sure, sometimes that goodness had been shoved deep down and locked in a cage. Sometimes it was so long gone even its owner would forget it existed. Sometimes it was buried so deep not even god could tear it from its depths and bring it to the sunlight... but regardless, it was there, somewhere. To be good or not was just a matter of choice. Everyone was good at heart.

But that was then. And this was now. The time she believed in the goodness of all was before a time before a seething Casey Jones had marched into her apartment and shoved his phone into her face, a time before he said nothing as she read the article on the screen, her confusion slowly morphing into absolute horror.

"Mutant Responsible for Destruction of City Finally Apprehended", it read, and below that deceptive headline was a photo of someone she knew all too well. His mask was gone, one eye bruised shut, and a hand outstretched towards whoever was holding the camera in a last ditch effort to hide his face. It had been a fruitless endeavor, unfortunately; five more photos followed, and April had no doubt in her mind that there were plenty more in circulation elsewhere. Every news station in New York—no, scratch that; every news station in the country was rushing to cover this story, and probably a few hundred more channels across the world as well. It was big news after all. After years of trying to catch the so-called evil mutants the public had taken to blame for all of their problems, they finally got one of them. It didn't matter how wrong the stories were... the people who caught him were going to be praised as heroes.

"They got Donnie."

Casey's words weren't necessary—April easily recognized who was in the photo—but hearing them still made her breath hitch, all hope of this being a dream or imagined crashing down around her. This was all too real. Humans capturing the four brothers had always been a danger, they knew that, but to actually have it happen to one of them...

April guessed that after Tokka returned to Earth three years ago, they should've seen it coming. Bishop had tried his hardest to repair the Utrom's relationship with humanity, specifically the Earth Protection Force in this case, and had very nearly succeeded too. But the officials he was working with were stubborn, and after seeing the turtles in action themselves, they were terrified. It didn't matter that they had been working to save them or that they weren't the bad guys; those damn officials only saw a powerful threat they couldn't control.

They were evil men. And evil destroys what it can't control.

So they shattered what was left of the Utrom council's relations with humanity, and ensured the rest of the world did too. And then they used Earth's real saviors as scapegoats.

Aliens coming to Earth, capturing humanity countless times and mutating them into mindless slaves? The mutants' faults. The destroyed buildings and sounds of fighting and screaming all night long? The mutants' faults. The increase in robberies and kidnappings by inhumane creatures and robotic ninjas? The mutants' faults. Giant alien turtle lighting New York on fire? Mutants' fault. Dinosaurs invading? Mutants' fault. Ghosts rising? Mutants' fault. Cultish whispers? Mutants. It was all their fault.

And at the front of it all, they blamed the turtles specifically.

The four brothers pretended they didn't care. All of them. Mikey just joked about it, claiming those humans were clearly just jealous they couldn't save the Earth like they did. Raph got angry, obviously, but he pretended it was because of just 'humans in general', and that the accusations weren't hitting as hard as everyone knew they were. Leo used this to reason that they just needed to try harder and save more people... If they did more good, he said, people would speak up to defend them. He never quite managed to hide the hurt that came when no one did.

And Donnie... Donnie took all the allegations right to the heart.

He buried himself in inventions, the only one of his brothers who didn't seem to suffocate from the isolation, and never spoke of it. April tried to talk to him and Casey did too. Both were all too aware of the thoughts Donnie had about himself. While his brothers had their own insecurities, Donnie held the worst ones about just what he was. A Monster, he believed, despite their assurances he was anything but. This situation just made it all worse.

And then Donnie left the lair by himself. He'd gotten himself captured.

"What about his brothers?" April whispered, eyes still locked on the article. Casey sighed.

"They're obviously panicking... Leo's planning a rescue mission tonight, and Raph massacred his punch dummy and Mikey's trying to keep both of them from going on a suicide solo mission right now, in the daylight. It's not looking too good, Red, this isn't like any other time..."

It wasn't. They'd all been captured by the enemy before, but that was by underground organizations and alien terrorists and chaotic mutants. This was more than that. Donnie had been arrested by the EPF, a military organization... if you could even call it an arrest. He sure as hell wasn't gonna get a lawyer, that was for sure, and he'd probably be turned over to scientists the second he refused to tell them anything useful. This wasn't something they could just sneak into, fix, and then be on their way.

This was the entire United States government they had to go up again.

"We gotta get him out of there," April said, pushing the phone away. She couldn't look at it for another second. "He's barely been gone a day and his face is plastered everywhere online, we don't have a lot of time. When are the guys planning on going?"

"Right before sundown, so in about an hour," Casey said, returning his phone to his pocket. "I don't know what Leo's got planned, but we have just enough time to get ready and I told them we'd meet them there."

April nodded firmly, without even a hint of hesitance.

"Let's get going."

***

When Donatello was little, he liked to pretend there was a monster living under his bed.

A common nightmare among children, he knew what it was. Most children feared what lived under their bed, and when they did think there was one hiding there... it wasn't because they wanted it there; it was because they hated the idea. They would beg their parents to run into the room and shine a flashlight underneath, to hug them tightly and assure them that monsters weren't real, it's all in your head. Some braver children might even get up to check themselves, armed with a foam sword or a plastic spear, bravely embarking on a quest to kill the monster, for it was an enemy.

But to Donnie, the imagined monster under his bed wasn't hated. It was a friend. It was someone like him.

The fear of being a monster had started within the turtle when he was small, when he first started learning about the world above him. His brothers had found mankind interesting, sure, but it was he who wanted to know everything about them. What were their kids like? What did they eat? Why did they live so close to the sky? How did they look? How come they couldn't meet them? These were the questions that he'd sneak into Splinter's room for answers to long after his brothers had gone to sleep.

Because Donnie wanted answers, and his curiosity would never be satisfied until he knew all there was to know.

But as Donatello's knowledge grew, so did his own insecurities. He now knew what human children were like (different from him). He now knew why they couldn't meet them (they would be terrified). Because Donnie was a mutant. He was the scary monster they imagined under their beds, the one they wanted their parents to protect them from... He was what they feared.

So he took comfort in imagining his own monster under his bed, one that was even scarier than him. But he never hated or feared this monster. No, he wouldn't be like the human children. It didn't matter how scary this monster was, he decided, he would befriend and love it no matter how it looked. Because he was a monster too, and monsters had to stick together, right?

It only took a few years longer for Donnie to stop pretending he had a monster hiding under his bed (though he still took comfort in the thought every once in a while), but it took him much, much longer to stop thinking of himself as one. So many nights of sitting beside Casey and April, both assuring him he was anything but, and so many long years of doubting his place in their lives. It took determination on all three's part but eventually, he even saw himself as something normal, someone who could actually fit in their tiny group of three instead of the monstrous invader they swore he wasn't.

"We want you in this too," April had sworn, and Casey confessed the same only moments later. Donnie had cried. A day later, he finally believed them, and the three started the happiest relationship of their lives. He finally found himself fitting in, and finally, finally... he thought he had defeated his thoughts.

But that was then, and this was now.

He stood still as dozens of curious, terrified, and disgusted eyes watched him, some trying to get the best look while others tried to distract themselves from his existence. Never before in his life did he feel more like a monster than he did now. All of his progress had been destroyed.

Donnie stared at the men surrounding him on all sides, cursing the glass prison they kept him in. They didn't even let him have enough dignity to keep him in a normal, dusty, dirty cell with corners, did they? No, they had to keep him in a round glass one like some animal, one they could keep a constant watch over from all sides. He couldn't hide anywhere. He had to stand there in the silence.

Donnie wanted nothing more than to hide in his shell just to get away from the prying eyes. But that wasn't normal, was it? He knew that'd only make them stare even harder.

He wished they'd say something. The EPF had taken him, fair enough—Donnie knew they had been after them for months now. But instead of the torture, lifelong prison sentence, scientific experiments, or questioning he had expected, there was... nothing. After the tranquilizer they had shot him wore off, he'd been shoved in this stupid cell and left there for at least 6 hours now. Guards and various EPF staff watched him, spoke in hushed whispers about him and made a few phone calls, and even took a few photos, but that was it. They hadn't spoken a word to him.

Donatello didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified about that. He just wanted to go home.

"Come on, guys..." Donnie muttered, eyes focused on the single window in the room. It was starting to get dark out; his brothers should be coming soon, right? They were at least ready to go by now, if they weren't already on their way. He just had to be patient. "Please hurry..."

"There you are."

Donnie quickly turned around, cursing himself for not realizing that someone had snuck up behind him. To be fair, he had felt watched from all directions since the moment he had woken up, and still did, so one more set of eyes hadn't been much different, but even so... He was a ninja, damn it! He should have realized that someone had approached his cage before they even said anything.

There stood one of the EPF officers, clearly one of their higher-ups, judging by the many many badges he wore on his chest. He had a grim look on his face, yet a hint of satisfaction was hidden in his eyes behind the frown on his lips. Though Donnie didn't know him, he could tell just by looking at him that this was not a good man; he was a man out for power and without sympathy.

Donnie folded his arms across his plastron defensively and met his eyes. However, he was still upset about being given the silent treatment for three hours, so he didn't bother to reply.

They hadn't answered him, so why should he answer them?

"Not a big talker, huh? That's alright." The man said, voice matter-of-fact and calm as could be. "As long as you answer my questions, we won't have a problem, mutant. You don't have to talk any more than that, I promise."

Donnie clenched his teeth. The man smiled.

"You and those other turtles have been on the run for quite some time, haven't you?" He continued, hands behind his back. "I understand you four may not have much experience with the law, as you have been completely disregarding it for years now... but that's not something that's allowed.

"You're wanted by every government and legal system in the world for your crimes against humanity. You've nearly caused the extinction of mankind a dozen times over, yet you refuse to face consequences for your actions. On one hand, I see why you'd be scared to get caught for that, but it's still quite dishonorable, avoiding justice like that. You're running from the law. What should one make of that, mutant?"

'That you're all ungrateful pieces of shit,' Donnie thought, but managed to keep to himself. They nearly sacrificed their very lives just to save this stupid planet, yet here they were blaming him for it. He couldn't keep the scowl off of his face as the man continued to stare, though, no matter how hard he fought to keep his expression blank.

"It's not safe to let you continue to wander the Earth on your own. You'll try and kill us all again, and that's an international threat we can't let slide. But," The man leaned forward slightly, placing a hand over his heart as a sign of trust that Donatello knew better than to believe, "I am a very powerful man. You tell me where we can find the rest of those responsible, and I'll make sure you and the other mutants live a decent life. In captivity, of course, I can't change that, but it will be relatively peaceful."

Donatello tried to calm his breathing, keeping his mouth firmly shut. He didn't give a damn what this man would say; he'd never give up his brothers' locations—who did he think he was? He wouldn't tell him where any of the other mutants he knew were either. The EPF could do whatever they wanted with him... He'd never speak a word.

"Of course, there's other ways to get information out of you," The man continued, voice overbearingly calm and carefree. "Maybe not on where those other freaks are hiding. But there's plenty to learn from mutants' very existence, isn't there?" He grinned. His teeth were white and clear, just perfect enough to hide the rotting soul inside.

"We released your photos to the press already. Can you believe how many labs have offered hundreds of millions, one or two even billions, for you? We're still getting calls and emails as we speak."

Donatello was no idiot, he could have guessed that had happened already. But hearing it... He tensed, hoping the man couldn't see the fear he knew was already apparent on his face. He just had to ignore him. His threats wouldn't mean anything; his brothers would be there soon to save him, way before they could even consider doing that for real.

Besides, the EPF had spent months searching for and trying to capture him. Surely, they wouldn't just sell him off to the highest bidder that easily...

Right?

"Still not talking?" The man's expression darkened, "You don't understand just how much trouble you're in, do you? You're going to pay for what you and the rest of the mutants have done to humanity; I don't care whether you actually feel guilty for it or not. You will be sorry, Mutant."

"Donatello."

"What?"

"My name's Donatello," Donnie hissed out, too angry to even care that he broke his attempt at silence. "Stop calling me that when I have a name."

"I can call you whatever I damn well please, freak," The man replied, pointing a finger at him as though he were lecturing him, "You're lucky I'm even speaking to you right now. Everyone else I spoke to figured said it'd be pointless, and we should just ship you off right now. Mutant, I don't think you realize just how lucky you've been because of me. In fact, you oughta be thanking me."

Even the damn Foot Clan called them by their names, Donnie realized bitterly. Even the Foot treated them with more dignity than these people.

"The decision hasn't been made yet, but the Earth Protection Force is still deciding what to do with you. We've recently built a new high-security prison for mutants specifically in mind, and that had been the plan all along. However, we could always use the money we'd get from your bidders to upgrade it and arrest more-"

"We didn't do any of it!" Donnie couldn't take it anymore. He knew arguing was pointless and he knew it was probably what the man wanted, but he didn't care. "We saved the world, you- my brothers and I were the ones who stopped all that shit from happening! We saved Earth when you and the entire Earth Protection Force couldn't!"

"That's not how I remember it."

"Bullshit! You know you're all lying!"

"Memories are subjective," The man said, "However, the general consensus among the government, public, and us has been that the Kraang backed off due to our brief but effective alliance with the Utrom. The Triceratons-"

"You just want a damn scapegoat because you kept failing!" Donnie exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the glass walls in anger, teeth barred in rage and desperation. He knew his words were falling on deaf ears, but he couldn't take these lies. "We beat them! Not the EPF! We brought all the humans back from Dimension X and saved you all from the Kraang's mind control while you guys did nothing! We stopped the Triceratons! Me and my family nearly died—no, actually some of us did die—just trying to save the planet! The humans who did help us had nothing to do with you guys and it's because of us that you're even breathing right now! We-"

Donnie choked.

While he was shouted, the man had pressed some button, and it turned out the cursed dome he was in had more uses than just keeping him in one place after all. It started with a hissing noise from above and seconds later, a burning in his lungs. He gasped as the air turned frigid, the oxygen escaping from his grasp before he even realized what was happening. His hands flew to his throat. He couldn't breathe.

He fell to his knees harshly, ignoring the pain that came with it—all of his gear, including his knee pads, had been taken before he'd woken up—and clawed at his neck. Out of the corner of Donnie's eyes, he could see the satisfied gleam in the man’s eyes as struggled, gasping for air that just wasn't there. The edges of his vision flashed black.

But just before he passed out, the hissing changed and the air came back. Donnie gasped and inhaled with relief, savoring the feeling he hated that he still took for granted after how many times it had been taken away from him. He could breathe. He didn't bother rising from where he knelt.

"Tell me, Mutant," The man's voice was cold, and Donnie felt a shiver run down his spine. "Why would a monster sacrifice all that for the human race?"

Donnie didn't know.

"Well?" The man said, "That wasn't a rhetorical question. Answer me!"

"Earth's... it's ours too," Donnie hissed out, clenching his fists, "It's... it's just as much ours as... as yours."

"Is that so?" Donnie wanted to nod, to say yes, but he was frozen. Or at least, it felt like that. Humiliated and weak and terrified, Donnie wondered if they had paralyzed him when he wasn't paying attention... But he knew the only thing keeping him from moving was his own damn mind.

"I think you know as well as I do the Earth wasn't built for freaks like you," The man said, "And we sure as hell aren't going to let you just steal it from us. Not while I'm here, and not anytime soon after, you hear me? Earth's ours. It always has been."

Donnie felt a wave of relief wash over him when he turned, preparing to leave. He was still trapped in hell, but at let no one would talk down to him more if the man wasn't here... no privacy or not, it was better than nothing.

But then, the man stopped, tilting his head in thought. He turned back around and addressed another person on the other side of the room.

"Lower the oxygen percentage. Keep it just high enough so it doesn't pass out, but I want it as low as possible without that happening."

He walked away just as the hissing began, and Donnie couldn't help the tears from forming.

***

Two weeks.

Casey couldn't believe it had already been two full weeks since they'd last seen Donnie. How could they have let this have gone on for so long? They should have gotten him back days ago! But no, the calendar didn't lie; it had been fourteen days.

Fourteen days since they'd seen his gap-toothed smile. Fourteen days since the EPF had so cruelly snatched him from his patrol. Fourteen days since they kidnapped him and did who knows what with him. Fourteen days since they'd locked him away.

Thirteen days since they had first tried to get him back.

Casey grimaced at the memories. The first mission had been a failure, as had the second and third ones. Each building had been a fake one, framed as the place where they imprisoned mutants but really only a distraction. Donnie had never stepped foot in any of them... and with each trap they landed in, the team grew more and more desperate. Angrier and angrier. More and more heartbroken.

Casey hated it.

"What do we do, Red?" He asked April one night, sitting on the ledge of a roof and tossing a pebble off of it. It landed on a trashcan below with a satisfying clink, a sound that usually would've elicited a grin from Casey if it weren't for the circumstances. How could they have failed so much?

"I really don't know," April sighed, shaking her head, "We've searched everywhere in the city. I don't think they've sent him off somewhere, since I can still sense him in the city... but I have no idea where. I can't pinpoint him."

Casey looked out across the city, eyes sweeping over every building lining the distance. Though he knew it wasn't exactly true, it had felt like he'd searched every single one of them by now from top to bottom. Why couldn't they find Donnie? How many hideouts did the Earth Protection Force have anyways? So many in the city seemed excessive. Surely, they couldn't be hiding too many more.

Casey's gaze turned towards the water as the sun hovered over the horizon, casting beautiful crystals of light over everything it touched. It reflected off of the waves and met Casey's eyes, lighting them up gold.

And as they did, an idea lit up in his mind.

"April," He said, spinning around to face her, eyes wide and jaw slack, "What if we're looking in the wrong place?"

April frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "What do you mean?"

"They already know we know about all their buildings and hideouts in the city," Casey said, words tumbling from his mouth in a rush, "So why would they hide him somewhere we could find him? I'd guess they took him out of the city or even country, but you said you still sense him here. You know what that means?"

April shook her head. Casey rose to his feet, standing tall as he raised his arm and pointed towards the waters surrounding Manhattan.

"I bet they're hiding him out there, on a ship."

***

Donnie lost track of the days.

He'd tried to keep count, he really did. But there were no windows and no visible clocks, and each second spent in that damned dome felt like years. The circumstances inside didn't make it any easier to keep his mind clear.

Yes, the man had been true to his word and kept the air as unbreathable as was possible. His limbs were weighted and every movement took so much effort; speaking wasn't even an option. Even something as simple as thinking seemed nearly impossible when one was suffocating, and Donnie had no idea how to escape, not with how thick the walls were and how guarded he was. It wasn't normal glass, it was something special, something he couldn't break. All he could do was choke on nothing.

But he wasn't stupid. As impossible as the situation was, he tried to make do. He sat still and folded his legs, staying still and remembering the breathing techniques Splinter had taught him, just like they had when the Triceratons had tried to suffocate them.

At first, it had worked, but then the men caught on. They lowered the amount of oxygen he was getting even more and spoke loudly of their plans for him as a mutant, purposefully destroying his concentration with panic and anxiety. Meditation was impossible.

And even if it wasn't? Even breathing techniques couldn't save him from suffocation that lasted for hours on end.

So Donnie would gasp and claw at nothing, pleading internally for the air to return yet being met with no answer but amused chuckles. The sides of his vision would flash black and slowly grow until he was this close to passing out and ready to feel the sweet release of unconsciousness—Donnie started looking forward to that time when he could get a few short seconds of nothingness before he felt like he was dying again. Just take him away already!

But then, the second they noticed he was unconscious, the air would return all at once. Donnie would fling up from where he was laying and inhale the precious, beautifully crisp air with more appreciation than he'd known was possible. He knew it was just to keep him from dying on them and to keep him awake to suffer even longer, but he could never keep the relieved sigh from escaping his lips.

"So," The man would always approach him around this time, the same disgusting human every time. "Are you ready to tell me where the other mutants are?"

And every time, Donnie would only reply with an adamant shake of his head and narrowed eyes filled with false confidence. The man never stayed much longer after that. He would only shake his head in disapproval, mutter something along the lines of "those damn mutants..." or something about them being criminals, then he'd turn and walk away. The hissing would start not too long after that.

And the process would repeat.

On the fifth day, he really did pass out, and they were forced to give him a few hours to breathe properly, lest they gain a corpse replace their hostage. He didn't bother moving from the floor, feeling nothing yet too much all at once. He didn't think, only longed for his family's rescue.

On the tenth day, the man opened the cage long enough to walk inside and slap him once, twice, and scream in his face. 'Monster!' he screamed, 'Murderer!'

Donnie didn't react. The man was out of shape and old, someone Donnie knew he could normally take out without breaking a sweat. But after four days of struggling for a single breath, he didn't have the energy to do anything but stare.

At least he couldn't think enough to agree with his accusations.

On the thirteenth and fourteenth days, Donnie didn't bother moving once. Most of those 48 hours were spent zoned out and unaware of the passage of time. You could tell him it had only been an hour, or even that it had been three weeks; he'd have believed you either way.

On the eighteenth day, Donnie realized they weren't coming.

The men gagged him before he could bite his tongue hard enough.

***

It should have been obvious.

Staring at the ship now, April wondered how the hell no one on the team had thought of it before. Of course, the EPF would expect them to search their usual hideouts! Of course, they'd be ready for that! They wasted so much time searching the places they knew about that they had just... forgotten that this was more than just another gang or mafia or clan. This was a government agency with resources beyond imagination, they didn't have to reuse the same locations again and again and again.

April was just thankful they had stayed in New York.

"We go in, but we're focusing on stealth," Leo instructed his team—Mikey, Raph, Karai, Shini, April, and Casey—and pointed towards the ship, "We're not trying to take them out. Getting Donnie out is our first priority."

"No objections there," April replied, holding onto her tessen tightly. Casey scoffed from behind her.

"Yeah, definitely agree," He said, "But the second he's out, I'm burning the whole ship down."

"And everyone aboard responsible," Raph added on, eyes dark. Karai nodded in agreement while Shini grinned with delight.

Neither Leo nor Mikey had anything to say against that. Neither did April.

***

The air came back sooner than usual for Donnie this time.

He wasn't entirely sure why, usually it took a lot longer for them to give him a break. Or maybe it had been longer than he'd realized? Time was a strange thing, after all, and Donnie knew that he'd been out of it for a while.

He should probably stop questioning it and just be thankful for the brief break.

But now hands were on him, shaking him by the shoulders and screaming in his ears. What were they even saying? Donnie didn't know; tuning them out was easier. He was just tired of hearing the threats against his brothers and his family and friends and accusations. They could do what he wanted with him—he didn't care anymore.

But then they screamed again, and Donnie tried to focus, because the word they were saying over and over again was so foreign, yet so familiar. It was something he hadn't heard in a long time... wait, were they-

"Donnie!"

The man never said his name.

Donnie blinked several times, looking up and trying so desperately to see who it was. He distantly felt them remove the gag, though he knew he wasn't going to talk anyways, not with how dry his mouth was.

"He's alive," A voice cried out, shaking with relief. He wished he knew who it was, but try as he might, he couldn't make his vision come into focus. All there was was blurs of lights and colors, distant faces, and tears (though he wasn't sure if they were his or not). Green and black and red and orange and blue and more black and gray and yellow... He weakly reached out towards them.

Someone took his hand, squeezing it tightly. He wasn't sure who, but he was suddenly filled with an unbelievable wave of trust and peace.

For the first time in a long time, he felt okay.

Someone picked him up and suddenly, the lights and colors were changing, and he was moving. He blinked and he was outside and then he was sat down outside.

He blinked again, and finally, he could see the stars.

"Donnie?" A voice asked, and he finally recognized it. "Can you hear me?"

April.

He weakly nodded yes, and Casey was there too, grabbing his hand. Mikey sat right next to him.

He tried to sit up, still savoring the beautiful night air, never before appreciating the air of New York City as much as he did at that moment. But something else was on his mind; where were the others? Where were Leo and Raph? Where were the others he knew he saw with them?

"Hey, calm down Love, they're okay," Casey quickly calmed him down, tightening his hold on his hand. Donnie shook his head.

"W-where?"

"They're just finishing up something," Mikey promised, wrapping his arms around his brother in a tight hug. "They'll be out soon."

Donnie nodded, finally with someone he knew he could trust the words of. He breathed in deeply, and looked back forward, out to the ship he now realized he must have been on.

And just as he caught sight of it, a brilliant light erupted from the ship, a radiant explosion of reds and oranges and yellows, casting the same colors across the waves. Fire spread across the deck that was left. From the corner of his eye, he could see his brothers and Karai and Shini approaching, having finally finished their mission, but Donnie could only keep his eyes on the destruction behind them. Donnie imagined that he could hear the man's screams through the wreckage, though he knew individually, he couldn't; they must have been drowned out by the cries of everyone still aboard.

The fire raged on. It was a sight of pain and death and destruction, one that only a monster would take delight in to watch.

And Donnie smiled.

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Raphael x Parker Reader- Chapter 2 -(TMNT 2014/2016)

"Oww."

You rubbed your head, squinting as you looked over at the clock. You barely remembered falling asleep, much less on the ground. At least you'd woken up in time for your night job. Grabbing your glasses, you rolled your shoulders getting up. Picking up your phone you shoved it into your pocket, hoisting your bag up as you headed downstairs. May was sitting reading the newspaper on the couch. You took an apple from the counter, tucking it into the backpack.

"Honey, I don't like you working these night shifts, they're dangerous." you shrugged off the comment. "I'll be fine Aunt May, besides I'll be graduating in a few years. All of this is going towards my college fund. "

"That doesn't mean you should kill yourself working, what about your GPA."

"My GPA is fine. I'll have to get used to it when I go away. So I'm preparing for it now. " pulling the bag unto your shoulder, you took off your glasses, wiping it slightly before placing it back on your face.

"I don't think Ben would have liked the way you're overworking yourself." That statement made your body stiff.

"He's not here." you replied coldly. Gripping the strap on your bad tighter, you turned, heading for the door.

"Don't wait up." You were out the door before anymore words could be exchanged. Why did she have to bring up his name?

Agitated, and a bit frustrated, you just head for the night job. Most people hated janitorial jobs, but the one you snagged paid pretty well. You guessed it was because of the hours. Night shifts were the worst, but it was the best distraction from all your problems. You needed to say active. Continuously occupied not just at school, but work too, it probably wasn't the healthiest thing, especially since you'd passed out after your school trip at that genetics lab a few weeks ago. Since then you'd been feeling like crap.

You scratched the red bug bite on your hand absentmindedly. You should have gotten it checked out, between the headaches and chills, you just crossed it off as a bug or infection. You really thought it would have passed by now. Constantly working your body maybe wasn't helping either.

"You deserve this, it's your fault."

You grimace, trying to rid your mind of that inner voice.

"Get to work." As soon as you got there, everything would be better.

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You clocked in with the security guard, waving at the man as you pushed the bucket.

"It's Friday night, what are you doing, go and do teenage stuff kid." you shook your head.

"No can do Mr. Reese, gotta put the hours in." He shook his head with a smile. "Enjoy life now, trust me. There's nothing wrong with being driven, just don't let it be all that you're about. You feel me?"

"I hear you!!" clicking the elevator, you entered pressing the button for the top floor.

Two hours into your cleaning, and you were actually starting to feel a tinge bit better. You scrubbed and wiped every surface. At one point you'd stopped to watch the view. This particular building was one of those publishing departments. Scandalous articles were usually thought up and printed in this room. You gazed over at the desk.

Journalism was somewhat intriguing to you. But science would forever be your first love.

The clicking of a lock behind your back made you flinch. You spun around.

"J-John?"

Not a sound.

You squinted, eyes zeroing on the door. You were pretty sure no one else but you were scheduled to work on this floor, and John checked the halls every thirty minutes, he'd buzz by not too long ago, so it couldn't have been him. Your brows furrowed when you heard another unfamiliar sound from ahead.

You approached cautiously, looking around the room. There was nothing but computers and monitors in here. The flickering of the lights ahead didn't do much to calm your nerves. As you rounded the corner, your stomach dropped at the sight of John ducked taped and lying on the floor, blood running from his forehead. His eyes caught you, orbs widening as he tried to move upright. He thrashed about, groaning and trying his best to scream over the tape on his lips. The clicking of a gun behind stopped you in your tracks.

"What do we have here, so the old man was lying, I knew there was someone else here." your heart was racing. "Turn around slowly, try anything and I'll blow your head off. " you swallowed, raising your hands slowly as you turned. Now facing the man you could make out his features. Early thirties, dirty blond hair, dark eyes and a malicious smile on his lips.

"L-Listen h-he's got kids, please. Whatever you need I can get it for you, just leave him alone. "

The smile on his face got wider. "I'm impressed, I thought for sure you would beg for your life. You got guts, I'll give you that. " he pointed the gun at John, and you panicked, stepping in front of it. John couldn't do much but watch helplessly. You could hear him sobbing in the background as you blocked his way.

"P-Please."

"Sorry kid, nothing personal. I already got what I came for." He flashed the flash drive in front of your face, tucking it into his pocket.

"Unfortunate for you, I can't have any witnesses. Went through hell to disable all the camera's on the floor. Can't have you both snitching on me." He fires a shot, and you jumped as it broke the glass behind you. You could hear it shattering in the background, and he let out another laugh.

"Bad shot, sorry. Don't worry, I'll make it quick." your eyes hardened. He was enjoying this. He took a step forward, placing it right over your heart, and John closed his eyes, resting his head on the floor in defeat. You however weren't planning to give up that easily. You screamed unexpectedly, throwing him off slightly. The action gives you about a millisecond to direct the gun away from your heart. You slapped his hand sharply, and he gritted his teeth, firing. The bullet went off ahead, and the gun flew out his hands a good distance away, and you shoved him, rushing to grab it before he could get a hold of it.

"BITCH!!"

He sprinted after you, and right as you dove to get the gun, his body collided with yours. The scream that releases from you this time is very real, because of your close proximity to the glass windows, your back hits the flat surface.

The cracking echoes in your ears, and before you know it your free falling, so is your assailant. In your haste to grab something solid, you end up pulling him. Both of you are free falling. Tears build up behind your eyes, and one last attempt to grip something, your hands skid on the edge of the building, except now, you're no longer moving, or falling for that matter. Your eyes are still tightly shut, and you're wondering if maybe you're already dead. If so, that was fairly quick, painless. But that isn't the case. You can still feel the wind.

"Wind?"

You crack an eye open. They both spring open when you look down.

"SHIT!!" your locked unto the side of the building still, how? You have absolutely no idea. Your head turns, and your fingers are stuck to the glass like a suction. You blink a few times, heart still hammering. The vicious male who attacked you is also alive, but he's in a very different situation. Unconscious too from what you can tell.

There's a long metal chain hanging from the top of the building, wrapped around his ankle. You track it to the top, and your eyes meet with a pair of emerald ones. The figure there makes you question a lot of things, and he's staring at you with the same level of shock. Possibly because you're stuck to the side of a twenty story building like it's nothing. He's not human, not even close, but you're starting to wonder if that's maybe your brain trying to make sense of all that's going on.

"Raph!"

The scream catches his attention and he yanks the chain roughly, hoisting the male into the air like he weighs nothing.

You're still partially paralyzed, and it dawns on you that whatever is going on, you should get a move on before the effects wear off and you fall to your death. So very cautiously, you inch up the building. You're moving slowly, calculated.

Making out the broken opening your bodies made, you hoist yourself into it, dropping down back first on the ground with a sigh of relief. You don't even pay mind to the clear cuts on your palms from the glass. Must be the adrenaline.

All you know is, something has definitely changed.

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cherries-blooming · 3 years

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BAILEY X CHUB!FEM! READER (Biker Goddess)

You've spent most of your day outside your university, trying to write an essay on the best experience you've ever had. You gently tap the end of the eraser on your bottom lip as you think of what that could possibly be. Sure, you've been to weddings and family reunions but nothing really struck out to you as 'the best'. Sighing as you pack up for the day, you look over to the sign of your university; "Rosenburg, home of the arts". "If being an artist means back to back pain and artblock then sure, I'm home alright." You mutter to yourself. Maybe a nice calming cup of decaf from the local coffee shop will give you some inspiration. You check your phone as you walk onto the sidewalk, 7:40 pm, if you wanted coffee then you'd best hurry. Placing your phone in your hoodies pocket, you start your walk down town.

You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, more or less spacing out as the sunset casts a large shadow besides yourself. There's a song stuck in your head, you hum along to it, blissfully disconnecting from the world around yourself. By the time you arrive at your favorite coffee shop, you barely get to sneak by the last customer and order yourself a cup. The cashier gives you a lackadaisical stare past their boxy glasses before going to make you your drink. "Thank you- and- sorry." You say, waving a hand as you stand by the pick up area to wait for it. The song playing on some hidden radio lulls you to glance around the room, your eyes land on a corkboard with some pictures on it. One of them being a group of girls. You take a closer look and the words 'Cherry Bombs' is written on it. A friend group of some sort? They look very happy, the one in the middle catches your attention. She's taller than the others and has a gleaming smile on her face. Stunning. "Ma'am-." The cashier's voice grabs your attention, "-your drink is ready."

"Yes! Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." You say in a soft tone, gently grabbing the cup out of their hands. There was a moment of silence as you grabbed and pocketed a few sugar packets and a stirrer "Uh ma'am-! I don't think it's safe to go out alone..." the now nervous looking cashier calls out to you, earning a raised brow from you. "Huh? Why, is something wrong?" They shift around a bit, tapping their fingers on the counter, "Well, it's rumored that young women are being targeted by a group of guys.... Call themselves the 'Lady Killers'. S'like something right out of a cheesy 90's horror film but I wouldn't risk it." They look pretty serious about that. You weigh your options before shrugging a bit, "I'll be okay, I mean, no one's really out here LOOKING for a chubby girl like me to try 'n snatch, haha." You joke as you push past the front doors and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. You check your phone, it's 9:30 now.

It's about an hour or so walk back to your campus at the university, and you weren't about to let some rumors deter you from finally getting home and putting the essay paper off for later. You've traveled a few blocks down with no issue at all, though, you're extra cautious about the shadows that catches your peripheral. You deicide to calm your nerves by looking at the pictures you took on your phone of a lovely small pompom dog you saw on a trip with family somewhere. It started to work... For awhile. But it only took a moment before you could hear it, a distant sound of a car in the distance. It was getting closer. You slowly move the coffee away from your lips as you look towards the noise. Suddenly, your body ran cold as it started to head toward you. You run off, trying to make some distance between you and this jackass trying to run you over.

You dip into an alleyway, hoping it was a shortcut to a nicely lit neighborhood, praying that someone there could help you. You can hear the sound of car wheels skirting to a halt behind you. You shake your head, it's better not to look back. You run into something, something hard. A wall. Your blood runs cold as you stumble backwards to catch yourself. No... No! You have so much you haven't done yet in life! You can't possibly be the victim to something as stupid sounding as the 'Lady Killers'!. You haven't even finished that stupid essay yet! The car door shuts as heavy footsteps come closer to you, the sounds of muffled chuckles could be heard as you slowly turn to see three men. One of them was quiet tall and lanky with purple straight hair. The other was shorter but bulkier, a spiked mohawk on his. And lastly, a guy around the height of a shack, he was beefier than the other two and had a bald head. How classic. Were you really dealing with some reject TMNT villains right now?

"Hey, don'cha know little piglets like you gotta get home before the farmer comes in?" The purple haired one said, a crooked smirk on his face as he stepped closer. Slowly reaching for your hoodie pocket, hoping maybe you could 'accidentally' dial 911. "Hey! Does the little piggy speak? You look like you got sum nice bacon, hm?" The man spoke again, he was a foot away from you now. He smelled like cigarette smoke and old fruit. Mind racing, thinking of something you could say to get them to back off, your heart was the only thing you could hear now. As he closed the distance between you, you start thinking about how boring your life was, and how much you felt horrible for letting it be that way. You clenched your hands into a fists, stopping once you felt the hot cup still in your hands. You get a spark of confidence. "Well- How would you like some hot beans to the face!" You open the lid and chuck the cup at his head. It lands, the hot bean juice leaving him red where it had landed. He yells, waddling back a bit as he tried to wipe away the hotness from his face. His two lackies chuckle a bit, stopping when their boss shoots them a dirty glare. "You're gonna regret that." He growled, stomping his way back to you. But before he could even lay a hand on you, the roaring sound of motorcycles came into earshot. The three looked at each other then to the entrance of the alleyway. You lifted up your gaze, the blaring lights of the motorcycles blinded you as you tried to make out your saviors. Well... You hoped that's who they were.

"Hey Lady Killers!" A raspy and excitable voice said, "I suggest you leave that poor chick alone, or else!" the one closest to you scoffed and walked over to the voice. "Oh yeah? And whaddya gonna do! You're just some flashy bimbo onna bike!" You slowly pull yourself away from the wall to get a better look. The bike turned off and from it stood a giant, curly haired, goddess of a woman. She took off her helmet and you could've sworn your heart skipped three beats.

She had baby blue eyes, sharp features, a scar over the eye that wasn't hidden by her hair, and a smirk on her face. Raising and pointing to the three men, she spoke, "You're gonna regret fucking around with the Cherry Bombs, boys!" the next few minutes were like a movie, you couldn't look away, you were too enraptured by the golden goddess and her gang of 6 other girls beating the men to a pulp. Before long, the woman was throwing the head honcho back into his car with a slam, the other guys scurrying in after, beaten and missing a few teeth. They made a speedy escape into the cold night, honking their car horn as they did. You blinked, taking a moment to process things.

"Hey, babes, you aight?" The woman spoke again, she was walking towards you, as she did you started to notice just how big she was. Maybe 6- no- 7 feet tall, exposed arms covered in muscles and an eyefull of... Chest. Needless to say, you were at a loss for words. Your face became hot as you looked up at hers. She had a gentle expression on, offering a hand to you. You looked down at it, ignoring the little bit of blood from the Lady Killers that was sprawled onto her fingertips and knuckles. You held it, surprisingly soft, you noted. She walked you out of the alleyway, the other members were speaking amoungst themselves, they were all stunning as well. Damn- how'd you get so lucky to fall into the hands of gods most powerful and prettiest women?

"Where you live? Me and the girls will ensure you get back there safely" The mysterious woman asked, still holding onto your trembling hand. "Ah- oh! I uh- I live on campus at the.... University not too far from here. I'm uh... Writing major." You stammered, nice going you. She nodded, a toothy grin on her face. You two walked over to her motorcycle, letting go of your hand to pick up something, a helmet. She placed it carefully onto your head before putting on her own, "Just tell me the address and I'll get you there, trust me." you didn't have to be told twice. You trust with woman with your whole life, your future, hell even with your KIDS. You gave a gentle nod, earning you her toothy show stopping grin. She mounted her bike and rounded up her girls before patting the seat behind herself, "Hop on!"

The drive was a lot shorter than you were hoping, you wanted to have your arms wrapped around the goddess before you forever, but alas, you were home now. Your roomate, who was standing outside of the campus, came running over and nearly fainted when she saw that you were safe and sound. You got off the bike and returned the helmet, giving the driver one last longing look before rushing over to stable your fainting friend. "You had me scared! You weren't answering my texts all day and now you come home with a bunch of mysterious bike ladies!?" You try to calm her down and explain that there was a bit of a holdup with... Everything. You took a moment to realize that the trip for coffee was kind of a lost cause, considering you only took a few sips.

After she calmed down, your friend walked back into your shared room, leaving you some alone time with the gang. You turned and looked back at the female equivalent of Hercules before you. She still had a smile on her face as she watched you get closer. "You uh-... You never told me your name." You said shyly, trying not to mess around with your fingers as you avoided staring right at her tattoo. "Oh- I knew I forgot something! Hehe. I always do this." Sliding off her bike and closer to you, she handed you a little note before saying, "Bailey, I'm Bailey Faxton." you slowly took the note and unfolded it. On it was a scrawled out string of numbers... Her phone number! You look back up to say something but she's already mounted her bike and placed her helmet on.

"Call me when you're in need of a hero, okay babe?" Her words danced on your ears as she and her gang, The Cherry Bombs, rolled out of your campus and into the dark. The cool 10 PM night air swam its way through your hoodie, shaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to walk up to the campus, making it halfway up the stairs before stopping to look back at the road again.

"...I think I know what that essay is going to be about."

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