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Intervention
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Summary: The turtles are worried about Casey Jr's recent behavior.
A short fic based off of somerandomdudelmao’s Cass Apocalyptic series
Casey Jr!” Mikey yelled. It was a type of shout heard on long car rides when a cow was spotted. Casey froze, his hand hovering over the door knob.
“Hi?” Casey asked. He turned around to face Mikey. Then he immediately regretted doing so. It wasn’t only Mikey that was there. Donnie and Leo had appeared quietly, flanking either side of Casey. It reminded him of that dinosaur movie they watched together to have him “better understand pop-culture”.
“Well um,” Casey turned around “I’ve gotta go-” he tried to make a break for it only to be met with the wall that is Raphael Hamato. Casey was surrounded.
“What, what is this, an intervention?” Casey joked. He was the only one who laughed.
“Precisely.” Donnie said. Casey’s eyes widened.
“We’re worried about you.” Raph said, hand on Casey’s shoulder. Reassuring, but also stopping Casey from bolting.
“Me?” Casey asked.
“Yes, you!” Leo exclaimed. “Who else would we be talking about?” He waved his arms around.
“…not me?” Raph’s brow furrowed.
“You haven’t been home at all.” Mikey said, officially opening the floodgates.
“We haven’t seen you eat.”
“You won’t talk to us.”
“Have you been sleeping at all?”
“You’re skittish.”
“And I know you’ve been stealing from my lab!” Donnie shouted.
“Also, you’ve been lying.” Leo finished. Casey rocked back and forth.
“Psh, me, lying?” Casey waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea.
“Does saying you have an uncle of all things ring any bells, Casey?” Leo asked, hands on his hips. Casey felt his heart sink.
“What Leo means to say is, we can help Casey, whatever it is that’s bothering you, us, April, Splinter, and…even Draxum.” Raphael explained, he squeezed Casey’s shoulder. Donnie rolled his eyes, but he didn’t scoff.
“Yeah!” Mikey exclaimed. “I can use my pizazz!” He said while finger gunning at Casey.
Casey couldn’t do this. What felt like an eternity to Casey looked like a blur to the others. He yanked himself out from under Raph’s hand, dodging Mikey trying to grab him.
“No!” Casey shouted. “No, you can’t help!”
“Yes we can!” Leo shouted back and God the way he tilted forward, arms opened wide, a determined look on his face. Casey choked back tears.
“You can’t bring them back!”
Everyone stilled.
“You look just like them.” Casey whispered. But that also wasn’t the full truth.
Sure Leo did what Uncle Tello called the mom stance but he didn’t do it with the same caring grin. Smile lines and crows’ feet missing from his face. Donnie rolled his eyes but it wasn’t the same playfulness. Mikey did finger guns but there wasn’t the same spark, literally and figuratively. And this Raph couldn’t hold him the same, they weren’t there yet. He wasn’t there yet with any of them, where an embracing hug was the default. They were so much alike but they were not the same turtles he knew. They were not his senseis.
All he wanted right now was a genuine Hamato hug. His Hamatos’ hugs. And Uncle Tello could do that. Uncle Tello was here. Uncle Tello was working towards a day where all of them could hug Casey again. Casey could do that. Casey could be here with them, his senseis.
“I can fix it.” Casey said. His hope poured out like a squashed oozesquito. Sad and beaten but still going.
“Huh?” Mikey said.
“Just you wait!” Casey exclaimed, running out of the lair, heels on fire.
“Casey, wait!” Leo started to go after him. One of Donnie’s mechanical limbs reached out and grabbed him.
“What would you even do?” Donnie asked. Leo didn’t know. He didn’t know. None of them know.
But Casey? Casey knew. Casey knew exactly what he was going to do. For once in his life he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it.
Casey Hamato knows.
#the spacing on tumblr is so wacky#i try XD#cass apocalypse series#cass apocalyptic series#rottmnt casey junior#rottmnt fic#love cass' comic so much it is wonderful#the shoulder thing the turtles do in the comic#BUT PAINFUL >:D#heres hoping that the readmore works#drabble#my writing#angst
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*sticks one arm out from under my rock, slips this into the tag, and retreats back under my rock*
Inspired by the cass apocalyptic series by somerandomdudelmao
It's a very very cool rottmnt fancomic and you should give it a read 👉👈🥺
(Not canon but you might recognize some parts/dialogue from the comic)
[warning for implied/referenced past infant death but no actual infant death (the boy is fine dw), infected wounds, amputation, and a dog like creature biting someone]
The first time Casey Jr almost dies he's about three months old, by their best guess, and he's only been Casey Jr for a week.
Cassandra and Raph go out on a supply run, which is normal.
They come back with a baby in a box, which is not.
Fortunately or unfortunately, there's no such thing as government or paperwork in the apocalypse. So there's nothing stopping Cassandra from saying “I found him in an alley so he's my son now, his name is Cassandra Jr.”
And that's that.
Thankfully, this isn't the resistance's first baby so there's plenty of formula and hand me downs to supply Cassandra in her sudden status as a Mom. And everything else the family quickly supplies.
Donnie is very uninterested in babysitting the oozy crotch goblin but Casey Jr's crib still has the genius built logo and built in laser security system to prove he cares in his own way.
Mikey breaks into his carefully rationed paint supply to paint a small mural above the crib and takes every chance to babysit he can.
And Raph? Well Raph dives headfirst into the roll of co-parent slash halway blockade.
Then there's Leo.
In his own words, he has a whole resistance to babysit. And besides that there’s not much he can really do other than what he’s already doing.
Fight the krang, stop the war, give little Casey Jr a better world to grow up in. And also avoid everyone’s efforts to get him to hold the baby.
He is not cut out for tasks that require a delicate touch but it seems like he’s the only one who understands that. He’s a gigantic mutant ninja turtle who, unlike his brothers, has never had any kind of hobby that requires any kind of delicacy. So he hangs back, he keeps an eye out for things that will be useful to the Caseys while he’s out on the surface, and he waves away attempts to hand Jr to him.
And then Casey Jr gets sick.
It should be fine. Should be normal. Babies are delicate little things, getting sick is a thing they do.
Except there’s not much the way of medicine in the apocalypse.
And babies are delicate.
It starts as a low grade fever. By the end of the day it’s a raging bonfire.
They have a lot of things but medicine is in short supply. Nothing they have is working. It’s just Casey Jr, sobbing his heart out on Raph’s shoulder while Cassandra hovers and Raph tries to soothe all three of them.
There’s nothing Leo can do to help. They don’t have the medicine they need to treat the fever. At least not something safe to use on a baby.
Raph is the one who remembers how Dad used to use lukewarm baths to break their fevers when they were little and he was still too scared to try human medicine on them. It helps enough that they can get some formula into the kid. But it’s not fixing things.
Two days pass and the fever refuses to break. The baths are becoming less and less helpful. After the third refused feeding attempt that afternoon Donnie slams down a map of ‘areas most likely to contain useful information or materials for treating a sick baby.’
Leo and Mikey gear up and head out leaving Donnie to monitor things back at base while April takes charge of running everything else so that Raph is free to help Cassandra take care of Jr.
It’s bad luck, really, that a pack of krang dogs find their camp on the first night. It should be fine. They should be able to handle it.
But bad luck is bad luck.
Leo sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He moves to dodge and the ground underneath him decides now is a perfect time to give way.
“LEO!” Mikey yells as Leo tumbles away into the dark.
Leo grunts, biting back a scream as the Krang dog’s teeth sink into his arm. They tumble into the dark together, bouncing down the stacks of rubble. It’s dead by the time he lands but the damage is done.
The good news is that the fall kept the dog from getting a good grip on him.
The bad news is that even if the bite won’t infect him with Krang regular infections are different story. Krang zombies have foul mouths.
Mikey can’t find out it managed to bite Leo. If he does he’ll want to go back and get Leo treatment before they look for the medicine.
And right now every second could mean the difference between getting medicine to Casey Jr in time or adding to their graveyard.
So Leo makes sure that by the time Mikey makes it down to him his first aid kit is a good bit lighter and any sign of the bite is hidden beneath his normal arm wraps.
When Mikey finds him Leo smiles and doesn’t hesitate to wrap both arms around his little brother.
“Are you okay- did it bite you?” Mikey asks, darting around him to hunt down every last scrape.
“Nah, just a couple of scratches,” Leo lies.
“Let me heal them-”
“No, we’ve got a ways to go, I won't risk you wearing yourself out too soon.”
“Leo!”
“I already used my first aid supplies on them! It’d be a waste if you healed me now!”
Mikey glares at him but huffs and nods. “Fine! But if they start to feel bad-”
“I’ll tell you, don’t worry,” Leo lies again.
Day two is a bust. There's useful supplies in the area Donnie marked out for them to search, sure, but nothing that will help Casey Jr. Or the sensation of a burn throbbing its way up Leo's hidden bite wound.
Leo and Mikey mark out where the useful things are and keep going. Someone can go back for them when they're less pressed for time.
That night Leo waits for Mikey to fall asleep before he checks the bite.
It's bad.
The moment the bandages come off he's gagging at the putrid stink of infection. It's hard to see it in the dark but then again he's not sure he really wants a better look. It wouldn't change his mind anyway.
He can make out the dark veins of infection spreading. If he wasn't green it'd certainly be a violent red.
He cleans it, spreads a thin layer of disinfectant cream that will do about as much good as throwing a cup of water at a bonfire, and re-bandages it.
His usual arm wraps go up over top of it, hopefully Mikey won't notice he's done them a bit higher than normal.
All the evidence goes into the fire. By the time Mikey's turn to take watch comes all that's left is ash.
On day three Leo wakes up feeling like someone dropped a building on him. He makes the mistake of groaning about it.
“Leo? Are you okay?” Mikey asks.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just, uh, I think I’m inheriting Dad’s back problems! That or the Krang made the ground harder.”
Mikey snickers. “I mean, they would, but I’m also pretty sure you just called yourself old.”
“I did not!” Leo drags himself upright and makes a show of cracking his back. It obliges with a satisfyingly loud pop that makes Mikey giggle harder.
“I think your spine disagrees with you too.”
“Shut up!”
“Awwww are you feeling cranky, old man?”
Leo is too exhausted to feel properly offended or even think of forming a comeback but he plays it up for his little brother anyway.
Anything to keep him from worrying. Or forcing them to turn back. It’s fine. This shouldn’t take too much longer anyway.
It’s midday by the time they reach the second site. Just from a glance it’s obvious this is a more promising site. There are actual chunks of buildings scattered around and there’s enough of a shattered sign left lying around to tell them that whatever kind of care this place used to give it was geared specifically towards children.
There’s plenty to find digging through the rubble. Well. Plenty for Mikey to find. Leo is mostly trying not to let on how dizzy he is.
To both of their frustration, they run out of daylight before they find anything. Leo can feel his body screaming at him to lay down and rest. Just a little longer, he tells his body. They’re going to find the medicine. He can feel it. Leo just needs to make it at least that long.
The fourth day dawns. Mikey shakes him awake as soon as there’s enough light ot see by. Leo bites back a moan as he claws his way upright. Leo thought his arm hurt before but now it feels like someone is pouring lava down it.
He notes with a calmness that boarders on absurdity that he can’t feel his fingers.
Something must show on his face- or maybe he just looks at least halfway as awful as he feels- because Mikey frowns at him when he wakes up.
“I’m worried,” Leo blurts out. “If this takes much longer then- I don’t think- he’s already been sick for so long.”
“We’ll find it. Today, I’m sure. I’ve got a good feeling.”
Leo tries to smile for him and hopes the shaky thing he offers up is enough. Well. At least one of them is feeling good.
Leo is lucky. He’s always been lucky.
Luck runs out eventually, it always does. But not today. Maybe it helps that Leo isn’t hoping for something for nothing. Because on day four they strike gold.
Mikey is a short bit away, digging through the rubble with his power, hunting for anything with even the chance of helping. Leo is doubled over just out of his site, trying to stifle his stomach’s efforts to rebel against him.
Don’t hurl, he tells himself, if you hurl there’s no way Mikey won’t realize something is wrong.
He forces his eyes open, hoping that focusing on something will help. And then Leo’s eyes fall on a shattered glass cabinet, several packs of some something promisingly adorned in cartoon human children. He reaches in, flips it, and feels a wash of relief when he realizes it’s exactly what they’re looking for.
“Mikey- Mikey look-” everything fuzzes, tumbles.
There’s something under him. He blinks back blurs of color, tries to resolve them into something coherent.
Mikey’s face hovers over him, mouth moving. He looks upset.
“What's the matter?” he tries to ask.
“Leo! Leo, are you sick? What hurts?”
“Arm,” Leo answers without thinking.
Oh shit. Oh shit he’s not supposed to let Mikey know. But it’s a little late for that. At least the panic clears his head a little.
Mikey makes a wounded sound in the back of his throat as he uncovers the bite.
“Leo.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry… sorry for lying.”
He watches Mikey’s lip wobble until Mikey catches it in his teeth.
“Leo this is bad! We- I don’t know if we have the supplies to treat this!”
Leo hums. Now that the panic is fading it’s getting so much harder to think. He lifts his good hand before he can forget and flops it over towards Mikey.
“S’okay. We can go back now.”
Mikey takes the box of medicine with shaky fingers. “Leo,” he croaks.
Mikey is talking. Something… probably important? He looks scared but they’re not under attack. He’s pretty sure they’re not. Leo tries to focus on him anyway but it’s so hard. He’s so tired.
He’s been tired but there was no resting, not properly, not until they got what they needed. They do now so it’s fine, he can rest his eyes a bit.
Good. Seeing is hard too. Just blurs and colors.
He feels Mikey’s hand on his face, his voice in his ears. He tries to pay attention but he’s slipping, sliding away.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, but he’s out before he can think of what, specifically, he’s sorry for.
Leo doesn’t remember the trip back, just the thud of Mikey landing. Someone screaming. A hand squeezing his. Small. Thin fingers. Lots of them.
“April?” he might mumble. He thinks.
“Shhh, rest big guy,” Probably-April says. “Donnie has it. He’s gonna fix it.”
Oh. That’s good. He lets himself sink, lets her hold him together while he waits for Donnie to do what Donnie does best.
A light in his face.
“Am I dying?” he says. Thinks?
Someone hisses. Angry sound. Who does that again?
“Not if I have anything to say about it. And I have a lot to say about it.”
Oh. Donnie is here. That’s good. Didn’t someone say he was coming?
“Now go to sleep, you don’t want to be awake for this part.”
Leo doesn’t get a chance to answer, he’s already sinking again.
Leo blinks up at the ceiling of Donnie’s lab. He spends a good while just staring at it, trying to get his brain to work.
His arm throbs.
“Ow.”
Some several things crash and shatter and then Donnie''s face hovers into view.
“How do you feel- nauseous? any pain, aches, fever? Chills?”
“Uh, my arm hurts a little?”
“Which one? The one that got bit by one of the most disease ridden things in the apocalypse and then went four days without medical care or the other one?”
“Hey I did some medical care!”
“You did FIRST AID. You know, the thing you do to help someone before you get them ACTUAL MEDICAL CARE.”
Leo winces. There’s no arguing about that one.
“Ok well, I was hoping we’d find the medicine and get back before it got too bad.”
“Well. You didn’t.”
“Yeah, I guess. How long was I out?” he asks. He tries to lift his arm but he can’t feel it move. He frowns. “It… barely hurts anymore. Uh. Donnie? I can’t- Um. Donnie. I can’t feel my arm.”
Donnie’s face twitches. Leo tries to turn his head to look at his arm. Donnie’s hand darts out out to stop him. Leo looks at Donnie again. Donnie looks away, grimacing and refusing to make eye contact.
“Donnie-”
“Don’t look yet.”
Leo tries to move his arm again but there’s still no response.
No it’s not just that there isn’t a response. He can't even feel the weight of it.
He can feel his shoulder.
He can feel a ring of throbbing pain a few inches above his elbow.
And then it’s just… light? Like there’s nothing but air- oh.
Oh. Okay then. There’s where his luck ran out.
“...Huh. That’s. Hm. Let me see?”
“Leo-”
“Donnie. Let me see.” Reluctantly, Donnie eases back.
For a second Leo doesn’t do anything.
He closes his eyes and breathes. He turns his head.
He opens his eyes.
It’s gone.
Everything past his first crescent marking is gone.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep, measured, breath.
Okay, he thinks. Okay. He’s a medic. He knew this was a possibility.
Donnie starts eyeing him nervously.
“Did he make it?” Leo asks at last.
“...Yeah he made it,” Donnie says quietly.
Leo feels like he's fully breathing out for the first time since Cassandra burst into the infirmary with a sick baby in her arms.
"Good. That's good."
Donnie puts his hand over the end of Leo's nub, covering the scar. He stares at the floor and says nothing.
Silence reigns. Leo stares up at the ceiling, letting it settle around them.
Until the door slams open and the rest of his family tumble through the door, both Caseys included.
The last knot of tension loosens from him at the sight of Casey Jr, happily wiggling in his mom’s arms as he flails his arms at Raph.
He tears his eyes away as his family gathers around him, worried and loud, and Leo only knows one way to calm them down.
“So. I’m guessing I'm the opposite of... All Right now, huh?”
Cassandra covers Casey Jr's ears.
Donnie leans away, inhaling sharply.
“Why are you like this?“ he asks.
“Because it's all I've got... Left”
Raph groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Already?”
“Put him back under,” April says, deadpan.
“Boooo,” Mikey says, and Leo pretends he doesn’t sound two steps away from tears.
“I hate you so much,” Donnie lies, a few screens manifesting around him. He taps away with the hand that isn't still covering the scar on what remains of Leo's arm while Leo laughs at his own terrible jokes.
“You no longer have a choice about getting a prosthetic. Mikey tried to say I had to ask before implanting experimental technology in your body but you know what? I’m making an executive decision. I can’t live with the puns.”
Leo starts laughing harder, so hard that it circles right back around to sobbing. He’s buried in a pile before the first sob can even fully leave him.
Donnie’s eyes stay on the screen even as he shifts his hand to Leo’s shoulder and squeezes.
“I’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”
Leo spends a lot of time sleeping but he’s never alone when he wakes up.
There’s Raph, showing off the balls he’s threading onto his mask tails so Casey Jr can climb them while Cassandra sits nearby, once more restitching her perpetually tearing sleeves on her shirts.
He wakes to Mikey making little fish or birds dance in the air while Casey Jr sits in his lap and reaches for them.
Or there’s April pouring over battle plans with a mug in one hand and the other wrapped around Casey Jr.
Point is there’s a lot of Casey Jr. So Leo really should be prepared to wake up with a tiny weight on his chest, healthy and safe and sound. And still so very tiny.
His breath hitches, he doesn’t dare move.
“Bemused scoff.”
Leo carefully turns his head toward where Donnie is busily typing away at something.
“You know you can’t avoid holding him forever. Even I've held him."
Leo gives Donnie the flattest look he can manage. Sure. Donnie has held Casey Jr. Once in a blue moon when there was literally no one else to do it (and Leo's hands were firmly tucked under his arms.) For about sixty seconds total.
"...I've held him more than you have.”
Leo grimaces. “Look, I wasn’t cut out for holding delicate stuff when I had two arms. It’s an even worse idea now that I’m twice as likely to drop him.”
“Invalid excuse. I’m already working on a solution to your arm situation.” Donnie waves his hands and his ninpo sparks, building a blue print of an arm and some other thing hovering in the air between them.
“These are the schematics for a bio-mechanical arm and a socket implant to allow it to safely interface with your nero-” Leo’s brain glazes over the rest of Donnie’s explanation.
“...So you want to turn me into a kick ass cyborg?” he asks as soon as Donnie is done.
“Did you listen to none of what I just said?”
“C’mon, Don, I’ve got you for all the nerd stuff.”
“Exasperated sigh, yes I’m turning you into a kick ass cyborg.”
“Sweet,” Leo says, yawning. Donnie huffs.
“Go back to sleep, Nardo.”
“Can’t, baby could fall,” Leo mumbles.
“I won’t let him fall. Just rest.”
And Leo trusts his brother. So he does.
It takes a frustratingly long time for Leo to recover enough for the surgery to implant the port for the arm in his stump. It’s more low profile than he expected, hardly noticeable at all unless you’re looking head on at it.
Then there’s a whole other saga of learning how to use the arm Donnie has built him. It’s clunkier than Donnie’s preferred standards but it works almost as seamless as his real one.
He gets good with it and he gets good with it fast because with the Krang you either do it fast or you don’t do it all.
The unintended and unwanted side effect of this is that now his family are no longer accepting “I’m not good enough with my arm I might drop him” as a valid excuse to not hold Casey Jr.
And they are very, very, intent on getting him to hold Casey Jr.
Look. Leo is thanking sweet pizza supreme in the sky and every one of the Hamato ancestors, Casey Jr bounces back from being sick like it never happened.
He bounces and wiggles, he babbles and giggles, as though less than a week or so ago he wasn’t so sick that Leo and his family (literally) risked life and limb to get him medicine. And Leo is thrilled. Really.
It’s just that he wishes his family would stop encouraging Casey Jr’s newest favorite game- trying to grab Leo. Because apparently one of any baby’s favorite thing is whatever they can’t have.
“Here! Hold him!” Mikey holds Casey out so that he faces Leo. Casey Jr, who seems to have a sixth sense for when someone is playing the 'try to get Casey close enough to touch Leo' game, is thrilled. His tiny arms wave at Leo, itty-bitty fingers clenching like they’re ready to latch on the second they’re close enough to touch him.
“W-wait, I can’t!” Leo protests for the thousandth time.
But Mikey isn’t taking no for an answer this time. A nudge of mystic power keeps Leo from fleeing. All Leo can do is tuck his dangerous un-baby proofed metal arm away from tender baby skin and wave his flesh hand pleadingly.
“C’mon Leo… you have to hold him eventually.” Mikey cajoles, gently waggling Casey Jr.
“Not happening, no way.” Leo leans back as far as Mikey’s powers will let him.
“Yes way,” Mikey says, holding Casey closer and closer. Casey is giggling furiously, tiny arms flying at top speed.
“Do you even see how tiny he is?” Leo points at the baby, just in case Mikey needs a reminder. “I could break him with one finger!”
There’s a tiny nudge to said finger. Leo looks down. Casey Jr is copying him, nudging Leo’s much larger finger with his own.
Mikey gets a look on his face. A terrible, evil, look.
“One finger? Like thiiiiis one?” Mikey grins as he lifts his middle fingers away from Casey Jr’s body.
Leo freezes.
“Mikey. Mikey no.”
“Whats that? Oh nooooo.... I can’t hear you over the sound of my grip slipping!” Mikey sing-songs.
“Don’t you dare!” Leo stares at him, horrified and frozen. He won’t. Surely he won’t. Cassandra would murder him. Raph would double murder him. He wouldn't. Right? Right???
“Oh no! I hope someone catches the poor delicate baby!”
And then Mikey drops Casey Jr.
Leo shrieks.
He forgets that Mikey is literally magic and does not need his hands to hold a building, much less a baby.
“Mikey what the fuck!” Leo squawks, hands flying forward and closing around the tiny delicate bundle that is-
… not falling towards the ground at all actually.
The gears turn, the realization that he's been tricked sets in.
Leo glares at Mikey. Mikey grins, unrepentant, and waves his faintly glowing hands, a glow also present around a perfectly safe Casey Jr.
The glow vanishes and Leo feels the surprisingly greater weight of the baby properly in his hands for the first time.
“Ahhhh Mikey- Mikey take him back!”
Mikey stubbornly keeps his hands in the air and backs away, still grinning.
“You’re fine, you’ve got this.”
“I don’t have this!” in spite of saying this Leo is already tucking Casey closer to him.
“It’s fiiinnne, you're doing fine! Look, he’s having a great time!”
Tiny clumsy fingers hit his jaw, drawing his eyes down. Casey Jr has one hand buried in Leo’s scarf. The other is pressed to the highest part of Leo’s face it can reach. As he looks down they stretch up, reaching for the vibrant red markings on his face.
“Ah- what- what does he want?”
“Awww he likes your stripes, hold him higher!”
Hesitantly, Leo shifts the baby a little higher in his arms and Casey’s little fingers smack against his markings, clenching against them as best the pudgy little things can.
Leo chuckles. “What? You want those? Hate to break it to you bud but they’re kind of attached to me.”
Big dark eyes lock onto his. Casey Jr babbles. His little fingers flex against Leo’s face again.
Someone makes a noise like a slowly deflating balloon. Leo looks up to find Raph has found them. He’s standing in the doorway, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Please tell me Donnie has a good angle on this,” he says, voice wobbling.
Raph’s com clicks on and switches itself to speaker mode. “Sending you the best shots as I speak,” says Donnie’s voice.
“I hate all of you,” Leo lies.
Mikey snickers at him, Raph is too busy cooing to reply.
And then Casey Jr realizes Raph is there and decides he’s done being held by Leo.
He leans his entire body toward Raph and puts all of his tiny baby might into wiggling free of Leo's grip.
“Oh fuck-”
“Don’t cuss in front of the baby!”
“Raph. Raph.”
“You’re doing fine, relax-”
“He’s gonna fall! I’m gonna drop him- Raph!”
Raph easily scoops Casey Jr up, saving Leo from the terrifying force of a wiggly baby.
Casey Jr giggles and grabs for Raph’s mask tails while Leo dramatically flops to the floor. Mikey continues to snicker at Leo’s expense, floating over to pat his head.
“I can’t believe you pretended to drop him just to trick me into holding him,” Leo groans.
“You what?” Raph’s head snaps over to them. Mikey freezes.
“I had mystic hands on him the whole time!”
“Baby holding is a two hand activity!”
“You literally hold him with one hand!”
“Raph’s hand is big enough to count as two!”
“Oh that is so not fair!”
“... Leo watch the little man for a minute.”
Raph sets Casey Jr down by Leo’s head. Leo makes an inarticulate sound of horror but before he can protest Raph is already bolting for Mikey.
Mikey flees with a yelp.
Leo looks at Casey Jr. Casey Jr looks at him.
“So, you come here often?”
Casey Jr stuffs his fist in his mouth and makes a garbled noise around it, almost recognizable as a very turtle like chirp. Leo checks that his brothers are out of ear shot and then chirps back. Casey Jr’s eyes widen and sparkle. He takes his damp hand out of his mouth and smacks Leo in the face with it.
Leo grimaces. “Thanks.”
In the distance, Mikey screams as Raph catches him but it's just as quickly followed by laughter.
Casey Junior grows up in between loss and stolen joy and forgotten childhood memories. He gets old enough to ask questions.
Inevitably, the day comes when he asks “Sensei, how did you lose your arm?”
And Leo lies.
Or, well… He doesn’t lie so much as he just… leaves out some details. Details Casey Jr does not and will not ever know if Leo gets his way.
“Ah, you know… Krang dog got a lucky bite in. By the time I got back to base it was the arm or me and Donnie chose me.” He says it with a light little shrug, like it’s no big deal.
Because for Leo, it’s not a big deal. Between losing an arm and losing family he’d chose the arm over and over again.
#rottmnt#Cass apocalyptic series#rottmnt casey jr#rottmnt future leo#I did not mean for this to be so long help#ahhhh i hope this is ok and doesn't come off as weird or anything#Originally it was just going to be Leo's family tricking him into holding the baby but then I got an Idea#and then the idea got Really Really big...#my writing
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Your comic series is the first Rottmnt comic Iv ever read! It was an amazing first impression to the Rottmnt fandom! Could you teach me how to draw the turtle boys ( rise turtles)?
Also love the new update!
Aw! I’m so glad my comic made on good impression on you! ^v^
Of course! I’d love to help you!
So first thing’s first, here’s the boys the best I can draw them. The most important thing when learning to draw new characters is identifying what makes them look like them. We’ll start with the faces since that’s, in most cases, the point of focus.
Leo’s face is a pretty tall and vaguely pentagonal. His face is also very angular, the corners of his cheeks and top of his head are very sharp. Leo has the traditional style mask with tails that drop down to about his waist.
Donnie has that smart boi forehead and majestic eyebrows. His forehead often has a soft curve to it while, similarly to Leo, his cheeks and jaw use sharp angles. Remember too that the top of his head is flat, there’s no curve. His mask is that newer pirate style that wraps over the top of his head, with the tails looking like curvy squares.
Mikey’s face is a combination of a rounded square and a circle. The top of his head, while much rounder than Donnie’s, is somewhat square. The bottom of his face is a curve. Sometimes I draw the curve in line segments, but it’s not a requirement and won’t impact the way he looks. In general though, Mikey has a very circular face. His mask is the traditional TMNT style with the rounded bouncing tails on the back.
Raph is arguably the hardest to get right for some odd reason. Really though Raph’s face is just a shorter version of Leo’s face with slightly more exaggerated angles. His face is like a fat pentagon. Also tip: Raph’s eyes are always just a little smaller then you think they’re going to be. Trace some scenes from the ROTTMNT movie, you’ll see what I mean. Raph’s mask is the same style as Donnie’s where it covers the whole top of his head. There’s a small nick on the edge above his right cheek and the tails are tattered.
Okay, next are their markings! They play a lot in how easily identifiable they are.
I figured these diagrams should help as a little map as to what spots go where.
Alright, now we’ll look at their shells. There are many amazing diagrams and explanations for drawing their shells on Pinterest I’ve found, but I’ll sum it up here as best I can.
Leo’s shell is very sleek in design making his is profile look the thinnest of his brothers. Many people describe his general body shape as being an inverted triangle.
Donnie’s shell is very straight with hardly any curves. I didn’t include his battle shell in this since that qualifies as “gear” in my opinion, so you get to see what Donnie’s shell looks like! You’ll notice that the sides of his shell are very wide, which I’m guessing is because the curve of his carapace is so shallow.
Mikey’s shell is very similar to Leo’s but is a lot thicker and boxier(haha get it? Cause he’s like, a Box Turtle? :D I’m so lame…). He’s also much rounder and the distance between his plastron and carapace is pretty big.
Raph’s shell is probably the most complex of the boys because of all the spikes. Good things to keep in mind are that the spikes on the top of his plastron angle out, and spikes on his carapace flow up. In general think of Raph as a pentagon, he’s got big broad shoulders and arms and almost comically short legs. (And yes, I’m aware that I didn’t include the side of his shell here, it was too big to fit on the diagram. But just to give you an idea of where it should be, around the “w” in “flow” is where it should connect to his carapace.
Okay! So now that we’ve covered what the boys look like, let’s apply it to their bodies!
Here’s a quick sketch of Leo. “Oh, but Indie” I hear people say, “I can only draw basic shapes and stick figures!” Well to that I say good because that’s what I’m doing too!
For drawing action, it’s crucial to capture the energy of the character. And in a style like Rise’s energy is an iconic trait. So I’ve re-invented this “shape method” to actually be useful. The number one thing is that these shapes are loose guides as to the positioning of the body. Don’t think of these shapes as “well chests are like cubes and arms are like rectangles.” These shapes are place holders. I could replace those circles with stars and it wouldn’t change anything. I just use circles because they’re faster to scribble and stand out against the hard angles of everything else.
Here’s a picture of the shapes overlayed on the image, as you see, these shapes are guides to help comprehend a complex angle in 3D space. Sadly I don’t have much I can assist with on proportions, since I learned purely by studying total uncreepily real life people and myself (I swear I’m posing in the mirror for purely educational reasons! Okay!?).
But anyway, for this kind of thing, practice is the only remedy. Just draw action pose after action pose. Trace scenes from ROTTMNT and the movie to teach your eye to see what things should look like and to train your brain to recognize patterns of shapes and angles.
I hope you found this at all helpful. I’m not really sure how great of a teacher I am but people keep asking questions like these so I guess I’m okay. Glad you liked ROTP so much and I’m glad it made such a good impression on you! ^v^
Good question! :]
And of course if you have more questions, feel free to ask. Here are some previous asks about drawing I’ve gotten that you might also find interesting:
Tricks for Drawing Extra Expressive Faces
More Tricks for Drawing Expressions
Tips and Tricks to Drawing Non-Graphic Wounds
Basic Guide and Tips for Drawing the 2012 and Rise Turtles
How to Draw 2012 Raph’s Fire Ninpo
Nailing The 2012 TMNT Style in 2D
Important Concepts in Drawing Female Characters
#q&a#tmnt#ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#art#art tips#drawing#drawing tips#drawing stuff#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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More TMNT AU Comp propaganda! It's for 100 Feet and a World Away this time!
Today's special guest star is Raph from Empyrean Weeping by @cupcakeslushie ! Cupcake has been very kind to me since I joined the Rise fandom and her AU is just incredible! If you're somehow not already following it go check it out!
(I reference one of the later comics that may not line up with the timeline the boys are supposed to be at for the comp haha... but hopefully that's alright!)
This is the direct sequel to this ask that I answered yesterday (the 100ft part of it). Laxative pranks can actually be super dangerous and I am exploiting that for angst. ^^
cw: emeto (vomit); it's quick and not very graphic but it's there
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There's so many turtles crammed into this space and way too many of them look like his little brother. Trying to find Mikey is starting to feel like... what do the scientists say? A needle in hay? Something like that.
None of this is helping the panic that's spiking in Leo's chest. They've never been apart - not like this, not where Mikey is free to move and Leo has no way of knowing where he is or who he's with. Calling his name in this crowd doesn't help; the only thing he has going for him is his Mikey is the one not wearing an orange mask.
His Mikey is the one not- oh!
Leo's relief at finding him dies instantly when he sees the state his little brother is in.
Mikey's standing, but he has his arms curled tight around his stomach. He's swaying slightly on his feet, and when Leo gets closer he realizes that Mikey's lips are stained blue.
"Mikey!" he calls as he jogs up, putting his hands firmly on Mikey's shoulders. He's shaking, and Leo doesn't feel very stable himself. "Mikey, what's wrong? What happened?"
Mikey's glassy eyes finally find Leo's face, and the relief that washes over him is visible. Leo wishes he felt as good about the situation. "Leo... Mm." He swallows miserably. "Don't feel good."
"What hurts? Your stomach?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Are you going to throw up?"
"...Mm-hm."
Leo has no idea what to do about this. He and Mikey don't get sick very often, but when they do it's better to be sick in their enclosure so the scientists don't complain as much. But there's no enclosure here, and no scientists, just the big open space and crowds and crowds of people. He doesn't know what to do, or how to fix this, or what even caused this in the first place-
Mikey solves the immediate problem by turning his head and throwing up on the floor. There's various exclamations of disgust from the people around them, and they move away; at least it gives Leo and Mikey some space.
"Okay," says Leo, shifting to get out of the splash zone and rubbing at Mikey's shell. He knows how to comfort Mikey, even if his mind is still whirring over how to fix it. "That's alright, buddy. Get it out, okay?" Whatever it is.
"L-leo," Mikey whines, grabbing for him with one hand. "It h-hurts..."
"I know. I know, I'm sorry, I don't... the scientists aren't here to give you medicine, but..." But what? What is he going to do? Mikey's counting on him, but... "What happened? Did you eat something?"
"Mmm... some kind of dri-" Mikey cuts himself off with another heave, and Leo holds him through it. A drink? Someone gave him a drink that made him sick!?
Leo holds Mikey through the next wave of sickness, rubbing his shell and trying to school his thoughts into a plan of action. Normally at this point the scientists would examine Mikey for what caused the illness and then administer aid, but Leo doesn't know how to do that alone. Why didn't he pay more attention? Why hadn't he learned what to do?
"Leo!" he hears a familiar voice call. He looks up, wild-eyed and panicked, into the face of a very frazzled looking April.
"Oh, Mikey," she says when she draws level with them, reaching out to rub his arm. Leo feels a wave of bitterness when Mikey leans into it. "Poor thing... What happened?"
"He... he says he drank something, I don't know." Leo hates how little information he has. "I... I lost him in the crowd," he explains, leaving out how Mikey had run away from him.
"Drank something!?" April chews on her lip, then nods. "Okay, don't worry. I'm gonna handle this." She looks back at Leo. "I saw a med station before - I'll take him there. They've gotta have some anti-emetics."
Leo hadn't known about any of that, but April comes up with the answer so quickly. The inadequacy he feels is sharp.
"I can take him there," he says, even though he doesn't even know where he's going.
"No, I'll take him," April asserts, like she knows. "You guys all split off and now Raph's alone and he's getting agitated; I need you to go over there. Having one of you close will calm him down."
Leo feels a rush of panic, and he grips Mikey's arm. "You're taking him from me?"
"No, Leo, I am not," she says, firm. "I am not taking him from you. I'm taking him to the med station."
"Without me!"
"Because I need you to help Raph." She reaches her free hand for Leo, but he dodges. "I know you're scared right now," she says, and Leo scoffs, "but I can take care of Mikey, and you can take care of Raph. I need you to trust me."
Leo doesn't want to do this. Everything in him is screaming to not let Mikey out of his sight, not even for a second, not when he's sick, vulnerable, scared-
"Leo," comes a soft voice, and his eyes trail down to Mikey's face. Mikey is now fully leaning into April - Leo doesn't know when Mikey moved away. Leo doesn't know when he let go. "It's okay."
Leo doesn't want to do this. But Mikey's made his choice, and Leo doesn't know what to offer. April knows what to do and he doesn't. He's lost.
He looks at the human, and for once he bares his teeth. "If anything happens to him-"
"You'll kill me, I know," she says, and smiles as she does, fond. Like this is some kind of joke, and he suddenly feels a swell of aggression, like he wants to reach out and smack that smile right off her face-
It dies immediately, a rush of cold water down Leo's spine. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. He doesn't! Not even April, definitely not now. He just... He's...
I know you're scared right now.
April wraps her arm around Mikey's shoulders and says something to him that's too quiet for Leo to hear. Then she looks back.
"Raph's over there," she says, nodding. Leo can see him, standing up tall and sniffing the air; he's making distressed noises, looking around with his eyes that don't seem to see. Those around him are giving him concerned, wary looks, giving him a wide berth.
Leo takes a step in Raph's direction, then looks back at April, who gives him a relieved smile.
"Thank you, Leo," she says. "And if you see Donnie, tell him to stay put until I get back."
Then she leads Mikey away.
Leo watches until he can't see them anymore, then he goes to Raph.
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They're sitting against a wall now, Raph curled up on the ground and Leo sitting against his side. Raph has calmed down since Leo came to him, but he must be able to pick up on Leo's anxiety, because he doesn't sleep, just sniffs the air and thumps the floor rhythmically with his tail.
Leo doesn't do anything to soothe him, because that would require being soothed himself. And he can't calm down - his heart has been beating at double time since he found Mikey, and he doesn't think it's going to stop until Mikey is back and safe.
He pulls his legs closer to his chest, his foot tapping in time with Raph's thumping. Maybe he should be looking for Donnie, but he can't leave Raph, and he's not sure he wants to see Donnie and tell him what happened yet. About how completely useless he was in keeping their little brother safe. At least Raph doesn't fully understand...
His eyes burn, and he buries his face in his arms. He's not going to cry. He hasn't cried in years and he's not going to cry now.
He's not going to cry, he's not going to cry, he's not-
"Uh, hey."
He jerks his eyes up, glaring at the person who just spoke to him. Another Raph, this one wearing a red mask and wraps and walking and talking like a person. Like most of the Raphs here.
(Why can't his Raph be like those Raphs, he thinks, and then immediately feels even more guilty.)
The Raph raises a tentative hand, giving him a little wave. Leo sniffs, blinks away, the not-tears, and narrows his eyes.
"What do you want?"
"Woof, okay," says Raph, rubbing the back of his neck. "Probably should have expected that... Uh, I just, noticed you sitting here, and you seemed pretty upset, so-"
"I'm not upset," Leo snaps, and hopes his voice doesn't sound as hoarse to Raph as it does to him.
"Oh. Yeah. Guess you are," he says, and Leo huffs, forcing himself to straighten out so he looks as okay as he says he is. The Raph still isn't leaving. "So, my bros went to get snacks... Mind if I sit here while I wait for them to get back?"
Leo wants to tell him no, but that might give more evidence that he's not, in fact, okay, so instead Leo shrugs. What is it the scientists say?
"It's a free country."
Raph laughs. "Not sure we're even in a country anymore."
Leo shrugs again. He doesn't actually know what a country is, so it doesn't matter to him.
The Raph sits, right across from Leo with only a few feet between them. For a minute or two, it's silent, with only the sound of the other competitors in the arena, and Raph's incessant thumping. Even though Leo is trying to look chill and cool and unbothered, Raph is still picking up on his anxiety, which isn't helping the runaway beat of his heart.
"Sooo, where's the rest of your brothers?" asks Raph, ending the facade. And bringing them right back to the topic driving Leo crazy.
He goes for the easy answer. "No idea where Donnie is."
"Hah. Your Donnie has a tendency to run off, too, huh?"
"He can take care of himself," says Leo dismissively. He hopes that's where Raph drops it.
But of course he doesn't. Raph looks right at him as he asks, like he knows, "And your Mikey?"
Leo stiffens. Behind him, his Raph makes a distressed whining noise. His fear stink is sharp.
"...He got sick," Leo admits, and the words leave an acrid taste in his mouth. "The human took him to the med station."
Raph tilts his head at that, but he sounds sympathetic when he asks, "Is that what you're worried about?"
"I'm not-" Leo starts, too sharp, too worried, and what's the point of denying it now?
He sinks back, pulling his legs against his chest and burying his face away in his knees again, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. He doesn't want to fall apart here, in front of this guy who isn't his big brother, no matter how much he might wish...
There's shuffling, and then the sound of someone settling down closer. Raph makes a warning noise behind him, and the other Raph says, "Whoa, it's okay. I'm just checking on him."
The sound of sniffing, and then betrayal, as his Raph gives one chuff and settles back. Allowing the new Raph into their space.
"Want to talk about it?" he asks, and his voice is soft and easy.
And maybe it's because there's no point in denying, and maybe it's because Leo's heart is still so fast he can't sit still, and maybe it's because he just misses his big brother so much-
It all comes pouring out at once.
"I tried to warn him," Leo snaps, his head jerking up and his hands flying into wild gestures. "I told him, I told him, don't just eat whatever anyone gives you! And he acted like I was being mean, and he told me to leave him alone, and he ran away!"
"So you got in a fight," says Raph sympathetically. "And then he got sick?"
"I... I guess. He says he drank something, and I think that made him sick." Leo lightly scratches at his arms. His anger dies almost instantly when he thinks of how upset and pained Mikey looked, and he all he feels is the crushing guilt again. "It's not his fault. I'm supposed to look after him, and I... I didn't. I let something happen to him." He swallows, sinking in on himself again. "I wasn't there when I should have been."
Raph sighs, hunching in his own lap, and Leo peeks out at him from over his arm. He doesn't know exactly what he's waiting for - judgement, maybe, because that's all he deserves, and he doesn't mind if it comes from this stranger because it's not like anyone else will give it to him.
"You were looking for him, weren't you?" Raph gives him a crooked grin. "I saw you earlier, running around."
Leo nods, because that much is true, but he doesn't know why it matters.
"So you were doing what you could do," says Raph. "You were still looking out for him, even though he was throwing a tantrum."
"He wasn't throwing a tantrum," says Leo, rushing to defend Mikey, even though... he's still annoyed, maybe, a little, in the back of his mind. "He was just... he... it's not easy."
"It's not easy for you, either, is it?"
Leo shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. I'm the older brother, so it's my job to take care of him."
"Hm." Raph looks at him appraisingly. "Believe it or not, Raph knows a little something about the kind of guilt you're feeling."
"...If you say so," says Leo, because he doesn't know how anyone could.
"I do! Because... once, Raph lost his brothers, too. I... wasn't there for them when I should have been."
Leo feels surprise at that. This Raph isn't like his, not lost in the isolation of his own mind, but... he lost his brothers, too. Just like Leo did.
He uncurls, just a little, watching Raph cautiously. "Did they get hurt?"
"...Yeah. They got really hurt." Raph looks mournful, and Leo almost feels bad for asking. But before he can try to change the subject, Raph continues. "I can't help but feel like... I failed them. And like I didn't do enough to help them, when they needed it."
Leo rubs his palms over his arms. "Because you didn't know how?" he guesses.
"Yeah. I didn't."
"So... what do you do?" Leo uncurls the rest of the way, watching Raph closely. If there's some secret to this, he doesn't want to miss it. "When you feel guilty like that."
All Raph does is shrug, though. "Not much to do but to feel it." His lips twitch up, though, trying to look comforting, and despite himself Leo feels a little warm because of it. "But... someone else told me, leave the past to the ancestors, and worry about the future." Raph reaches out, and pats Leo lightly on the shoulder. "You couldn't stop Mikey from getting sick. But what can you do now?"
Leo thinks about that. What can he do now that Mikey is already sick?
"...There's... a silly song I sing when he's sad, or sick, or whatever," Leo suggests. "I didn't know the lyrics so I just made them up. It... always makes him laugh."
Raph grins big at that. "Okay. So you can sing that for him when you get back to him."
"Yeah. I guess I can."
"There you go." Raph gives him one more pat, then pulls his hand back.
"What if it's not enough, though?" Leo asks, because it doesn't feel like it would be.
Raph shakes his head. "If you're anything like my Leo, I know you're going to keep trying. You'll keep being there for Mikey, for all of them, no matter what happens. And that's enough. Even if it doesn't feel like it, it is."
Leo doesn't know how much he believes that, but... he notices his heart has finally calmed down to its normal rate.
Behind him, his Raph's tail has stopped thumping. With one contented chuff, he settles in to nap. Finally calmed down.
"...I hope so," he says, and Raph beams.
"By the way," he says, "when you said "human"... Did you mean April O'Neil?"
Leo can't help the face he makes. "Don't tell me she's a universal constant, too."
"Hah! Were you raised by Draxum, too?"
"...Who's Draxum?"
"Uh, he's... You know what? Forget Raph even asked..."
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April comes back half an hour later. Despite Raph saying he was only waiting for his brothers, he stays with Leo until then. They spend most of that time with Raph telling Leo all about Lou Jitsu, and Leo can't help but be a little excited to watch those movies when they get out.
Or, well. If they ever get out.
"Hey Leo, Raph," says April when she returns, "uh... other Raph."
"Hey!" Raph raises a hand. "You must be their April!"
"Yeah, I am! Nice to meet you."
Before they can get off on any small talk, Leo jumps to his feet, looking worriedly at April. "How's Mikey?" he asks, to get the conversation back on track.
"Oh, he's fine! We got him some medicine and now he just has to sleep it off."
Leo sighs in relief, settling back against his Raph again, who chuffs and snuffles in response. "Can we see him?"
"Yep. I was just coming to get you." She points her thumb back the way she came. "I'll take you and Raph, and then I'll try to figure out where Donnie wandered off to."
The other Raph gets to his feet. "If I see your Donnie, I can send him your way. What's he look like?"
"Uh, no fancy metal shell like the other softshell Donnies, no goggles, no mask," says April. "Acts like a feral gremlin."
"...Well, the lack of gear helps narrow it down," says Raph. "Raph'll tell him to find you if he sees him."
"Thanks, we appreciate it," says April, before turning her attention back to Leo. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah." Leo hurries to follow her, then hesitates and looks back. The other Raph is still standing there, watching them go, and he feels like he should at least say...
"Uh, thanks. And... good luck?"
"Oh, yeah." Raph grins. "Good luck to you guys, too!"
Leo gives him one last wave, then turns to follow April, his Raph on their heels.
"Soooo..." April smiles at him. "Looks like you made a friend, huh?"
Immediately, Leo feels his cheeks heat, and he turns away from her, arms crossed tight around his middle. "He was just bothering me, that's all."
"Uh huh," she says, like she doesn't believe him at all. She gives him a companionable nudge with her elbow that he hisses at, but all she does is laugh.
"Come on, grumpy shell. It's this way."
#100 feet and a world away#empyrean weeping au#rottmnt#tmnt au competition#auuuugh#once again this has pretty minimal proofreading because I am so busy rn lol
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@thejudiciousneurotic: i'm drawing a comic where leo talks about how he accidentally sent someone his nudes
me: oh. now i wanna write a fic where leo flirts with you by "accidentally" shooting you his nudes
me: ...trade u for the comic
thejudiciousneurotic: 🤝
me: 🤝
leonardo/reader, female reader, rated m
You’re having a very nice lunch with April and Casey when your phone vibrates where it rests next to your plate.
neon leon (12:41 p.m.)
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Oh boy. What does this goober want?
Normally, you aren’t one to check your phone while eating with others. It’s kind of rude, and you don’t get enough time with the three of you hanging out like this. But April’s busy trying to make Casey laugh so hard his drink comes out of his nose, and—and you’re curious, because it’s Leo, and he’s sent you a picture.
You open the message app, and blink. It's not a meme, or a dorky selfie, or something pretty like he sometimes finds while he's wandering about and shoots your way to share.
It’s… a picture of him. The kind that he’d usually put on his So-Shell, you note, wondering why he’d sent it to you specifically. A little bit of a suggestive pose: his arms curling in just a manner to accentuate the way his arms have been getting big lately, one leg crossed over the other to show off how long they are, fingers framing that smug smirk he gets sometimes when he—
—oh.
Oh, god.
Leo isn’t wearing his mask. Or—or anything, you suddenly realize. No wraps. No socks.
…Are these… nudes?!
Quickly, feeling your face burn hot, you look up to check in with April and Casey. They’re both still fucking around on the other side of the table. She’s tickling him, he’s giggling. Normal. Normal. They haven’t noticed that you’re a few degrees shy of combustion. Cool, cool. No one’s noticed that your best friend—friend friend just a friend!—has sent you his smoldering-hot naked body.
Quickly, you stop yourself, inhaling deep before you go too deep into it. No, that’s silly. He’s a fucking turtle. So he’s not wearing socks. Or forearm wraps. Or—Or his mask, which you’ve never seen him without before. So it’s a sexy pose in front of a mirror. It’s—It’s not anything salacious, if you don’t make it such.
You start typing, just the usual compliment that you usually give his pictures on So-Shell, maybe a fire emoji, and—
neon leon (12:41 p.m.)
oops! didn’t mean to send that!
neon leon (12:41 p.m.)
just uh. pretend i didn’t just accidentally send you a nude. haha :)
“Oh my god,” you quietly whimper. It is a nude.
The proper thing would be, of course, to do as he asks. Spam a bunch of junk until it disappears to the void of the past conversation. Laugh it off with him. Tell him a joke to make him feel better when he’s probably fucking mortified.
…A little like how you’re mortified the moment you tap on the picture, making it bigger.
God damn it. It’s… It’s so unfair how good he looks, you think, biting on the inside of your cheek. He’s finally hit that growth spurt Casey has warned everyone was coming, and he’s just so—so big. Towering over you easily. Putting on muscle like it’s as easy as putting on a shirt. Moving like silk through the air. Comfortable in his skin and knowing he looks good.
A fresh memory comes to mind. How the other day, he’d picked you up in one hand to snag the blanket you’d been sitting on to hand to Donnie where he’d been whining about being chilly. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon uncomfortably wet and turned on, hoping to god his sensitive turtle nose couldn’t pick up on it as he draped an arm on your shoulder for the last half of the movie and pulled you to lean into his plastron.
(...Friends cuddle, right? Totally. Friends totally cuddle.)
Plus he’s just… pretty. The way his cheekbones curve, the markings on his face cutting beautiful lines around his eyes, eyes that you can see without his mask in the way. The breath catches in your lungs as you stare into where they’re half-lidded in the picture, turning the smirk into something sultry. The smirk, framed by fingers that are long and thick and—
“Oh fuck,” you choke, clenching your teeth so hard your jaw aches.
(...Friends think about getting fingered by their friends, right?! Right?! Oh god, oh fuck—)
“You good?” April asks, finally looking away from Casey who is dabbing at his face and bellowing with agony. Oof, carbonation up the nose. Not fun.
“…I’m so good,” you tell her around the knot in your throat, fingers going tight on your phone. Gah. You have to leave now or else she’ll suss out what’s wrong and you’re pretty sure you’d rather die than admit you’re getting flustered off of Leonardo’s mess up. “Say, uh. I—I have to go to the bathroom. Right now. For a while. I’ll be back.”
You can feel her eyes between your shoulder blades as you flee her knowing eyes, quickly going into the stand-alone bathroom in the cute little café and snapping the door shut behind you. You slump back against it, whipping out your phone and looking at it a bit like it’s a ticking time bomb.
Which it kind of is, you realize with a sudden terror. You haven’t responded to him yet. He would have seen the little dots where you’d given away you were typing. That you’d had his picture in your face. He knows you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it, and time is passing while he’s sitting there, knowing there’s a fucking nuke on your screen. Oh god. Oh fuck.
Stupid sexy turtle, you think, hands trembling as you compose a very normal, very chill response. You only delete three before you settle on the last and send it.
sent (12:45 p.m.)
no worries! i didn’t see anything, haha :)
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
hm. you sure? you sure took a while to respond
Oh god. Embarrassment lights your blood on fire. He knows. He totally knows. Fuck, it feels like he knows how you zoomed the fuck in and had to press your goddamn thighs together beneath the table. Swallowing thickly, you try to do as much damage control as you can.
sent (12:45 p.m.)
i mean, of course i saw it. i was curious!
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
oh yeah? what were you so curious about?
sent (12:45 p.m.)
i. you know. i’ve never seen you without your mask.
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
you know you can ask, right? i’ll take it off for you whenever you want.
You fumble your phone. What the fuck. Is this happening. Quickly, you look up. Yep. You’re still here. A quick pinch reminds you that it isn’t a dream. It’s quarter til one on a Saturday, and your childhood friend has sent you a nude on accident and then said that.
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
is that something you want? seeing me without my mask?
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
i’d do it. for you.
neon leon (12:45 p.m.)
no wraps. no socks. no mask.
“…Holy shit,” you mutter, feeling a little dizzy. You gape, unsure of how to respond, how to fucking breathe. Then, you nearly jump out of your skin when the phone of your screen fills with a selfie of you and Leo in a photobooth at Alberto Land, feather boas and silly matching heart-shaped glasses stupid on your face.
Oh fuck. He’s calling you.
“Where are you right now?” Leo asks as soon as you answer the call, not waiting for you to find your voice, his words velvet in your ears.
Defensive at how you’re reacting, protecting your friendship with him tooth and nail, you claw out of the fog that had settled and made you stupid. You narrow your eyes at the hand dryer next to you. “…Did you actually ‘accidentally’ send me that picture, Leonardo?”
His laugh fills your ears like wine; rich, decadent, intoxicating. Warmth blooms in your chest. “Where are you, beautiful?”
That’s about as close to an admission as you’re probably going to get, you think. The pet name, familiar in shape but foreign in tone, makes your stomach dip. Licking your lips, you try one more time.
“…Why are you sending me your nudes?” you ask, air catching in your throat, voice quiet but feeling loud in the privacy of the bathroom.
“Why are you looking at them?” he responds cheekily. You bite down on the snarky response that reflexively comes to the surface; am I not supposed to, goober? There’s something glittering in the air, an invitation for something, and it makes you hesitate. Makes you look at the boundary of the lines you’ve drawn around him. Wonder what they’d look like a little smudged.
“I… wanted to see,” you admit, feeling a little breathless, wondering if you sound so. If he can tell you’re on the edge of a cliff, feeling a bit like maybe you’re ready to take a step and fall.
“See what?” he asks. Voice lower still. Umbrous. Hypnotic. Tantalizing.
“You. Without—Without your mask. Without… any of it.”
His phone ever so slightly picks up on a sensuous rumble that comes from deep inside his shell. The sound of it makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your eyes fall shut. It’s an easy fantasy, thinking of feeling it in your flesh.
Leo says your name. It’s not a way you’ve ever heard him do so, before. It pricks your attention, hooking into it, pulling it where he wants it. “Where are you?”
You tell him. A second later, your eyes flare with familiar blue light. Two seconds later, your back is against the bathroom door, the sound of the lock clicking loud in your ears as he reaches over and ensures no one will be interrupting.
“Leo, you—!” you gasp, the barest amount of protest that he cuts through as easily as if he’d taken his katana to it.
“I got tired of waiting. And you want to see,” he says, his fingers finding your chin and holding you in place, his mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot against where you can’t breathe. His other hand finds the curve of your hip, pulling it to meld to his own, his plastron pressing you to the door. “So look while you still can, pretty little thing. Because you’ve got about three minutes before I plan on getting my face between your legs for a long, long time.”
Later, much later, after you nearly bite through your palm trying to keep quiet through the several orgasms he easily eats out of you, after he portals you back to the lair and he pins you to that cursed mirror in his bedroom so you can see how good he looks while fucking you stupid, after he crawls over you in his sheets and slowly curls his fingers together with yours while rolling his hips to get slow and deep to drive you absolutely insane, your phone vibrates again.
This time, you ignore it, fully fucked out, completely disinterested in moving from beneath where Leo’s snoring into your shoulder, having everything you can possibly want within arm’s reach for the foreseeable future.
ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.)
lmao did you fall in?
ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.)
hellooooooo
ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.)
…since leo’s also not answering i’m guessing you’re with him. girl u Gotta let me know when you dip so i don’t worry >:T
ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.)
also. ugh. can you two just make out already? the pining is getting ridiculous. and don’t tell me i’m just imagining things again. i’m sooooo bored by your excuses
ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.)
grabbed your leftovers for you. love you ttyl byeeee
#BARGAIN COMPLETE#my fic#tmnt#rise#leonardo/reader#rating: m#i was tempted to go for the e rating but decided to leave it here. it felt sufficiently spicy as is hehe#ANYWAY ENJOY YEEHAW
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Platonic Yan Rottmnt
「 ✦ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐘𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 ✦ 」
Part 2 is finally here and there will be a part 3 to finish off this mini series! \(^▽^)/
I'm sorry this took so long to post. A family member recently passed away and I was processing that while having to go to school and being swamped with schoolwork. Finals are also coming like next week but after that I get a two week break so I'll definitely be writing some more when that comes. Anyways I hope yall enjoy!
Words : 2,411
THIS IS IN NO WAY APPROVING OF A ABUSIVE OR TOXIC RELATIONSHIP
Warnings : Delusion, Kidnaping.
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Being stuck for many months in what you learned was the Hamato brother’s lair was tiring. No, scratch that, it was exhausting. All of them were clingy, needy and especially overprotective. They also began addressing you like you were family, and started trying to spend time with you like you had lived with them your whole life.
Mikey was always trying to cling to you, whether it be holding your hand, carrying you throughout the lair, or just unexpectedly jumping on you and piggyback riding off of your back, clinging to you for dear life like a koala. He basically begged for your affection, trying so hard to take up all of your time with art, cooking, baking and anything else he could think of that would keep you occupied with him. He also called you his twin. Which, sure you were basically the same age as him, and you both were mutant turtles, but you had no connection to any of them whatsoever. You had learned how the Hamato’s had become mutants in the first place, but you all had never met before you or they were mutated, and you two didn’t even share the same birthday. Yet he seemed persistent to call you two twins.
Leo was obviously the jokester out of the four. He makes multiple one-liners around you, trying to make you laugh. He also made many jokes about New Jersey of all places, which you didn’t get. He wasn’t as touchy as Mikey, but he liked to occasionally put an arm around your shoulder or rest his elbow on your head. He seemed more possessive of you, making plans with you to read Jupiter Jim comics and get defensive when his brothers tried to take you away to do something else with them. He also liked to mix in some Spanish into his speech at times. He mostly calls you hermana/hermano.
Donnie was very protective of you. He made sure you balanced out your nutrients and ate food that would make sure your blood sugar levels were at normal rates. He knew what foods you could and couldn’t eat. He made sure you were hydrated and healthy. He knew most about your species. He had spent time studying your behaviors for the first few days you were brought to the lair. He also forbade you to do things that he thought you could harm yourself doing. Even simple things, like reaching items from up high, because, according to Donnie, the item you were reaching for could fall on your head so hard it could knock you out or cause you a concussion. Yeah, you didn’t get that rule. You had to ask either Donnie or his other brothers to help you. He also placed multiple cameras and alarms throughout your new room at your arrival, making sure he can monitor you at all times.
Raph was somewhat of a more tolerable one. While he was a bit more overprotective of you than Donnie, he was the one that gave you the most space and privacy. He was already worried he could possibly hurt you because of his strength, which made him back off a bit. He also was the only one who insisted on your personal space when Leo or Mikey were being too overbearing with their affection and touchiness. He made sure you at least ate breakfast, lunch and dinner, and sometimes would walk up to you, give you a small snack, gently pat your head like one would do to a cat, and anxiously leave without a word. You knew he could be a little shy around you, most likely due to an insecurity that you might not like him or think he’s not doing enough for you. He also occasionally likes to carry you in his arms.
Hell, even their dad, Splinter, grew attached to you. He calls you Yellow due to the spots on your body and shell, and practically treats you like one of his own. Except he makes more of an effort to talk and spend quality time with you. You found out he used to be a movie star named Lou Jitstu before he was mutated by some sheep guy named Baron Draxum.
Overall, you despised it here. You just want freedom. To see the sky again. To try and adjust to the circumstances of becoming a mutant by yourself and live a peaceful life where you're not constantly babied by everyone around you. That’s why you tried your first, and hopefully last, escape attempt.
—
You mentally went over the plan again and again in your mind, looking for possible flaws. A sense of doubt gnawed at the back of your mind. What if the plan didn’t work? What would happen to you then? You huffed at your own anxious thoughts, turning to face the curtain that was the door to your room. It led into the main room of the maze that was the Hamato’s lair. Thankfully, there was an extra room in the lair that the brothers had converted into a bedroom for you, despite Mikey’s protests and insisting you slept in his room in a separate hammock.
You took shaky deep breaths in and out a couple times to calm down. You could do this. The timing had to be just right. Speaking of time, you glanced at the digital alarm clock that rested on your bedside table. 5:21 AM. Okay, just a few more minutes and your plan would be set in motion.
You decided a time closer to the morning would work better, considering the brothers seemed to be active most in the night. A time closer to morning was usually when they slept. It would be the perfect time to sneakily leave your room. You decided trying to sneak straight to the manhole wasn’t an option. You knew Donnie would have some kind of security near there. Not only to keep you in, but to also keep unwanted strangers out. Luckily the lair had multiple entry and exit points that mostly led into the tunnels of the sewers. From there, you would have to try and find your way out from there. It wasn’t the most thought out plan since you had only gotten to explore the tunnels when Raph went Savage. If everything goes wrong and you end up with the brothers on your tail, your next bet is to swim your way away. Or at least try to. You assumed you could at least swim pretty well since you were a turtle now. You hoped that you wouldn’t have to resort to that though. Those waters looked disgusting and dirty and gross.
Glancing at the alarm clock again you realized it was about time for you to activate your plan. A few minutes had passed since the last time you had looked at the time. Propping yourself on your elbows in the bed you took another deep breath. The time was now. You could do this. You slowly lifted your body into a sitting position, letting your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed for a few moments before pushing yourself to stand. Your crept towards the curtain, holding it open slightly so you could peek through the other side. Nothing. Everything was dead silent. Good. Slowly and soundlessly pushing the curtain further aside, you made sure to take slow steps to make as little noise as possible. You soon were standing in the middle of the main room, in the center of the natural light that came from the ceiling, the moonlight shining almost a spotlight on your figure as you continued to creep closer and closer towards the tunnel entry. A loud heavy bang of metal made you harshly flinch and hitch your breath. You froze up, staying as still as a statue. After a couple agonizingly long seconds, you turned your head towards the source of the noise. Light came from inside Donnie’s lab that spilled out of the door. You could barely hear sounds of metal objects being moved around in there and mentally cursed. Of course Donnie was awake. Why did you not think of that!? He basically ran on coffee 24/7 and was known for pulling multiple all-nighters on tech and inventions. He didn’t seem to notice you were out of your room though, considering he hasn’t come out of his yet. From the sound that came from his lab you assumed he was building something and was most likely putting his full attention on it. You hoped at least.
Whatever. You had no time to ponder. You took another slow step forward, keeping a slow and silent place towards the large metal entry to the labyrinth of sewers. Even after you made it beyond the tunnel entry, you still continued to slowly tiptoe your way until you were sure you were completely out of sight. After turning a quick corner in the tunnel, you laid your back against the stone wall and slowly panted with wide eyes. You took a moment before snapping out of your shock trance. No time to stop and rest now. Forcefully pushing yourself off of the wall you bolted down the tunnels, desperately looking for any traces of a possible exit. Your feet slapped against the cold stone floor, turning multiple corners. You could only briefly remember the paths that you had taken when exploring the sewers looking for Raph. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you skidded around another corner. Luckily, there were graffiti drawings on most of the walls, most likely done by Mikey, that you used as a map. And based on the graffiti, you were almost there. You were almost free!
Your blood suddenly went cold when you heard it. Another set of feet slapping against the floor at a rapid pace somewhere behind you. No. No way you were stopping now that you had gotten this far. You urged your legs to run faster, using all of your strength to keep going. You glanced at a graffiti drawing of a smiley face melting and a small light of hope shone in you. This was it. Bolting around the last corner, you took only a few swift steps before leaping into the canal of green murky water that splashed violently along the rounded walls of the sewer tunnel. You ungracefully crashed into the water with a loud splash, the strong current taking you away.
You poked your head out of the water, coughing a bit, Another splash came from somewhere behind you, and snapping your head in that direction, you saw a Donnie hot on your trail, swimming without a problem towards you. How did he know you had left so quick!? He must have placed some kind of alert in the sewer tunnels too. You panicked, taking in a gulp of air and submerging yourself back under the water. You swam as fast as you could, violently kicking your legs as the current continued to sweep you to what you hoped to be the exit. You held your breath for as long as you could, occasionally throwing your head above the water to take in a large heave of air before continuing to swim with the overpowering tide.
You didn't know how long you had been swimming. What was probably seconds felt like forever. You could swim pretty fast. Almost faster than Donnie, but he was catching up.
A dead end with a tunnel. You could see a tunnel ahead, blocked by a rusted circular vault door with a wheel handle. Looking over your shoulder you could see Donnie's faint silhouette swimming towards you at a scarily quick pace. You needed to get the vault open and quick. You could feel your lungs desperately begging for air. Your hands gripped the wheel as you placed your feet against the stone wall, using all your strength to turn it. The wheel had obviously not been used in a while, from how hard it was to turn and how slow it did. You panicked slightly, using more of your strength. Bubbles left your mouth as your hands gripped the wheel tighter. Slowly but surely the wheel began to turn and after a few more seconds you were able to pry the metal vault open. You swung it open and hastily swam through the tunnel. You turned around, catching a quick glance at Donnie who was dangerously close, and slammed the vault shut, turning the handle as far as it could go. You then felt the wheel break off from the vault in your hands. You flinched when you heard a loud bang from the other side, and quickly fled.
Your lungs burned. If you didn’t get oxygen soon you would drown here. Swimming as fast as you could, you saw not far ahead was the end of the tunnel that led to more water, except the water was cleaner. Kicking your legs fiercely, you swam out of the tunnel and immediately swam up. Your head burst out of the water, taking in a loud gasp of air. The harsh inhale of air prompted you to cough harshly. You looked around for land, still coughing violently and wheezing. A wooden dock was the first thing you saw and you promptly began to weakly doggy paddle towards it. Your hands gripped the edge of the dock, slowly pulling yourself on it. You flopped on your stomach, panting heavily as water dripped off of your body. You rolled on to your back instead, spreading your limbs in a starfish position.
You looked up at the sun, squinting your eyes at the bright light. Using your arm to shield your eyes, the realization hit you with a burst of joy. The blue sky. The bright sun. You were free. You were finally free! You sat up, the adrenaline wearing off slowly. You knew you couldn't stay for long. Who knows when the brothers would be after after Donnie alerts them you had run away. You got up, having a bit of trouble from your shaking and sore legs from all of the tiring running and swimming. You stumbled as you walked at a quick pace across the dock and towards the tall city buildings that could be seen from your location. You need to get as far as possible from the escape exit you just took. You hoped you never saw those turtles ever again.
#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#yandere rottmnt#x reader#yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#yandere
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Hihihi!
First and foremost, I hope you're doing great❤️
Could I get headcanons for Leo with a fem! reader who likes to bite him? Like, when he least expects it, she love bites his arm or shoulder?
oh hell yes i am doing great looking at this ask! you can absolutely get some headcanons for this anon-chan!
… normally i’d pick one, but i want to explore their differences and similarities so you can have both.
edit: you: asks for headcanons
me: but what if? it turned into a story instead? (sorry anon-chan, i uh got carried away)
Bayverse Leo: He would hate it at first. I imagine that he and Raph used to fight a lot as kids (“used to” lol) and as we all know, turtles bite. So when you first start doing this, he’s going to jerk away and think you’re crazy. Why are you trying to fight with him??? When you explain that you were just so overwhelmed with affection that you couldn’t help yourself, he might check your temperature to make sure you’re not sick. Eventually, he’ll get used to it. He seems to tolerate it at best. You have to be careful, if he’s in a certain mood he will snap at you for it. No matter how adorable his pouting is.
The change is, to you at least, sudden. He’s never made any indication that he does more than tolerate you biting him. But there is a day when it seems like everything has gone wrong for Leo. Mikey and Raph literally crashed into him while he was meditating during a prank gone wrong. He spilled his tea on Splinter’s favorite Lionel Ritchie album. Patrol was a hot mess that ended up with Raph injured. By the time Leo makes it to your apartment, all he wants is to lie down and not get up again.
You already have his favorite pizza, so he just needs to eat it and lie down with his head in your lap while you turn on some mindless television to take his mind off things. Your fingers run absentmindedly down his arm as you keep your eyes on the TV. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from biting him, you know it won’t be accepted. You’ll have to find another way to show him how much you love him.
So you startle badly when he lifts his arm and holds it in front of your face. You look down to find him watching you, an intense look you’ve never quite seen before in his eyes. He nods. You hesitate only a moment more before opening your mouth and gently biting down on his wrist. Leo sighs as all the tension leaves him, and your eyes widen as he picks up your hand and brings it to his own mouth. He holds your gaze as he bites down, even more gently than you did to him. Oh. Oh.
After that, he doesn’t do it often. But if you catch him just right, he’ll give you a little love bite back.
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Rise Leo: He would be amused the first time, and a little confused. Would definitely make a joke bad enough that you start gnawing on him in annoyance. When you explain to him that he is just too cute and you couldn’t stop yourself, he’s going to stare at you for a second as he tries to comprehend that you think he’s cute. Then he’s going to strike a pose and say something about knowing how irresistible he is. He doesn’t mind at all if you keep doing it, but gets super uncomfortable if you do it in public. Every time you bite him, his smile gets a little warmer and more genuine.
It’s a normal day, the day you realize exactly how important you biting him is to Leo. You’ve just arrived at the lair, excited to see him. You drape yourself over his back where he’s reading comics on the floor and snuggle into his cheek, proclaiming dramatically how much you missed him. He leans into you with his customary smirk, not taking his eyes off the page in front of him.
Before you can give him a little bite on the shoulder, practically a customary greeting for the two of you at this point, Mikey calls your name. He wants to show you a piece he recently finished. You get up and follow Mikey out, not noticing the way Leo sits up straight and watches you go with a look of distress. You don’t think anything of the fact that you didn’t give Leo a love bite.
When you return, it’s to find your turtle sulking. When you ask him what’s wrong, he studies you without a word. Then he manhandles you onto the nearest soft flat surface and lays down on top of you. Leo nuzzles your shoulder and stretches his mouth around it, biting down firmly enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You’ll have to apologize later, but for now you just hold him and give him a love bite back.
After that, you can never give him a love bite in public again. But he will bite you back.
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#tmnt#bayverse leo#bayverse leo x reader#rise leo#rise leo x reader#aw fuck#theory tag#i'm not putting this in both#talking tag#hhhhhhhh as someone who would love bite everyone i know if i could this makes me yearn#d-#don't look at the time#just don't think about it#it's fine#i'm fine
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Could you maybe write a first kiss with bayverse raphael and his s/o like I feel like raph would get shy kinda? You know, like he really wants to, but he just keeps getting nervous and flustered.
Your work if amazing 👏 And I hope you are doing well btw👋 have a great day!!
Yes just yes
Bay!Raph x Gn!reader
Feels Like Forever
Warnings: aged up turtles, first kisses, insecurities, spelling mistakes, talking through your problems, yay a healthy relationship,
Raph was many things.
Brave. Powerful. Strong. Stubborn. Kind. Considerate.
But shy was never a word you'd thought you'd say.
And yet it was the only one that best described him these last few weeks. More specifically when you two started dating, a few weeks ago.
Before you vocalized your affections to the big brute, it was constant and incessant, flirting and teasing between you two.
And then it suddenly stopped. What you couldn't figure out is why.
Why had he stopped flirting? He used to look you dead in the eyes, say the dirtiest pick-up line in history, and then wink. Now, he couldn't even glance your way when snuggled up on the couch.
You lost your cool a few days later during movie night at the lair. You sat at the end of the couch and he sat on your left side, thighs just grazing each other.
At first you figured he was a bit shy because his brothers were in the room, then he suddenly had a comically large bowl of popcorn in his lap.
Every time you looked at him, hoping to make a move, he was doing something that stopped you.
It was Raph's choice for the movie(s) and he chose the Lord of The Rings franchise, but given how late you all started, one by one his brothers called it a night and left for bed.
You, Raph, and Donnie were all the remained at 1 AM in the middle of the second movie. And your fuse had completely dissipated, you desperately wanted him to make a move, hell you were ready to pull him into your lap and call him baby girl.
Donnie shoveled a handful of popcorn into his mouth, laying down on the opposite couch, long legs extended out. Damn you, cock blocker.
Finally, Raph finished his bowl of food, leaned forward, putting it on the coffee table, then reclining back. His stupidly large bicep on the couch behind your shoulders.
Huffing to yourself, you rip your hand out from your blanket and put it on his thigh. His whole body went ridged, inhaling sharply. You saw him peer down at you, but you kept your eyes forward.
He was bound to figure out that you wanted someone to make a move.
"Oh geez," Donnie glanced at his watch, reaching above his glasses to rub the space between his eyes. "It's really getting late and Sensei wants me up early for extra training," Donnie pulled his blanket off, standing up and nodding to you both. "I'm heading to bed, night guys,"
"Night, Donnie," You smile, you know Donnie saw your hand on Raph's thigh. His eyes shifted from your legs to both of your faces, a small smirk creeping up before he left the room.
When you heard Donnie's bedroom door closed, your thumb scratched the inside of his thigh. Oh how wonderful it was that tonight he decoded to wear small shorts.
Raph leaned in, his voice very very quiet. "What're ya doing?" A few months ago had you done this, Raph's tone would have been playful and teasing, a promise of what would have come if you were his. But right now, it was....scared? No, Raph wasn't scared of you. Perhaps, embarrassed?
"Watching a movie with my boyfriend," You turn your head, looking up at him. "What're you doing?"
After an embarrassed chuckled, Raph rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" You whisper, the movies long forgotten, looking up into his large green eyes.
He swallowed thickly, meeting your eyes again. "No, it's not that,"
"Then what is it? You've....you've been acting a bit weird lately," Rubbing gentle circles on his thigh, you scoot back, turning to face him more.
"Ya know how...a few weeks ago you said I could be honest about anything?" His voice was still hushed, as if afraid someone else that wasn't you might hear.
You nod. "And I still mean it, you can tell me anything, baby, you don't have to be embarrassed."
"Well, I....I just," He sighed, looking down into your awaiting eyes, seeing nothing but admiration. He swallowed his pride and opened his mouth. "You're my first relationship and I....don't really know what I'm doing,"
You rest your head against his bicep, pulling your blanket over his lap as well. "You were a lot....flirtier? I don't know if that's a word, but you were more open about what you thought, what changed?"
"It was easy 'cause I was just acting, I didn't know you actually felt the same, it was just banter back then, but now if I say something I have to mean it, and I don't want to disappoint ya,"
"Oh, baby," You coo, taking your hand off his thigh and cupping his face.
"I just want whats best for ya," He mumbled, leaning into your palm, laying gentle kisses onto the skin.
"You are whats best for me," You smile up at him, sitting up and touching foreheads. "I just want you baby, and whatever you can give me,"
"Even....even if it's a clumsy first kiss?"
You smiled, fingers dancing along his jaw. "Those are my favorite," You leaned in, closing your eyes and pursing your lips. You let him take the leap, pressing his hesitant lips to yours.
You were immediately hooked, tasting the salt and caramel from the popcorn, the nervousness of his hand creeping up your leg, the way you felt the subtle shake it his broad shoulders.
You pulled away, face as red as his mask, you smiled kissing his chin and leaning back slightly.
He had a dreamy and far away look on his face.
"Everything you were hoping for?" You giggle.
"And more," He leaned in, kissing you softly as the movie became nothing more than white noise.
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#little smootchy smootchy for big red#😘😘😘#tmnt#tmnt bayverse#tmnt raph#tmnt raphael#tmnt raph x reader#tmnt raphael x reader#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2016#tmnt aged up#kisses prompt list#it is my works#thanks for the ask!
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Its their way of saying good luck dont worry.. maybe
[First I.D. Two panel comic featuring the void bros, monochromatic adult versions of the rise turtles. Mikey holds a green glowing cake out that has "it's a turtle" written on it, and next to him Donnie frames the cake with his arms. Donnie is wearing a jacket that has slipped off his shoulders and has glowing white pupils and black eyes. Mikey wears a turtleneck sweater, has solid black eyes and long messy hair, and his hands up to his forearms are black. He grins widely as Donnie says "Greetings! As audience members we bring an offering! (don't question our lack of color)" In the background Raph turns his head in shock and annoyance. In the second panel, Raph towers above his brothers, the cake in one hand and an irate expression as he says "Excuse them, they've been doing this all day... guys we're not here to commit murder." His brothers don't seem to mind the interruption and share goofy smiles. End I.D. 1]
[Second I.D. A three panel comic that responds to the first. Minor Interference Mikey is shown from about waist up with a concerned expression. He says "Are you guys..." In the second panel, the void bros are shown as silhouettes with small glowing bursts of energy about where their hearts would be. In the third panel, Mikey lifts his head slightly, raises a hand, and says "...okay?" to finish his earlier sentence. End I.D.]
Minor Interference Mikey knows a few things about sensing people's mystics and energy, and these guys definitely don't have normal energy. People are normally way brighter than that.
@tmntaucompetition
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#minor interference au#image described#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#raphael hamato#donatello hamato#michelangelo hamato#rottmnt fanart#my art#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt competition#haha would be a shame if mikey's relatively new abilities that he's still learning to manage would cause issues for him at some point#(i say this like they havent caused issues for him in the fic already lol)
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For @tmntaucompetition I was very productive today... not for my comic though XD
Looking up he eyes everyone around him. He’s giddy to know that there is more than one universes out there, he wants to talk to other Donatello’s and pick their brains for knowledge.
Excitement runs through him when he eyes the Donatello’s scattered about, they all look so different from one another it's breathtaking.
His eye catches something and he turns to look. Over in the far side is what looks like a Donatello, dressed in a leotard and tutu laced with feathers. He look elegant and graceful, -I knew I could rock wearing tights,- he nobs in approval, he seemingly glide across the floor, the feathers of his outfit look soft to the touch while small feathered wings hover at his exposed back; he twists and turn looking for something as a frown is etched into their face, hand tight around a wooden bo staff. Donnie's feet carry him over and the closer he gets the more different but slightly similar this turtle looks.
This Donnie has markings that he doesn't but are roughly the same height, maybe taller due to him standing on his tip toes and from the looks of it around the same age. But before he could get any closer, there was a commotion behind him and he casts a glance over his shoulder, only to see more people having joined in the fight.
“Sigh, they're so unsophisticated” he groans. And when he turns back the Donnie-swan had disappeared. Huffing a breath Donnie looks around only to look in the other direction as he walks, pointedly looking away from a Leo making his way into the staff room.
He saw nothing. Not his Leo, not his problem.
“Oh sweet Galileo '' he gets stars in his eyes when sees a flat screen tv that sits on a pole with wheels. They’re surrounded by a group of other counterparts that are way taller than Donnie, and he stops another version of himself. When the screen turns around his own face is splashed across it. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he drools, so caught up in his amaration that he just nearly misses the small figure moving towards them.
Realisation dawns on his face a second later. “Oh no” with that Donnie rushes off, cursing Leon for losing tot CLeo.
Screams filled the room when CLeo latches onto the top of the screen. And Donnie can’t help but be impressed by the jump CLeo made.
Swanatello @tangledinink Omega @kathaynesart I feel bad for tagging I hope I didnt make omega ooc I really enjoyed doing theses, haven't drawn on paper for a while and its was nice to go back to it again
Cleo has a lot of a few issues with Donnie's at the moment, no one is safe from this terror
Cleo becoming a tot came before this
#tmnt au propaganda#tmnt au competition#forgive me#forgive me donnie#swanatello#replica#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#forgive me tot#rottmnt leo#rise donnie#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt donnie#rise usagi#rise leo
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Leoichi but make it Oblivious x Oblivious
It was a fight at first sight.
Yuichi Usagi and his friends were running away from Big Mama. They went up and out of the Hidden City, but when they saw the turtles, they thought they were Big Mama’s henchmen.
It reminded Usagi of Miyamoto Usagi’s adventures of fighting ninjas.
Usagi was first drawn to the one wielding swords.
“Ohohoho! Bunny wants to play!” was the first words Leo ever said to him as their swords clashed.
Usagi scowled. “I don’t play, but when I do,” his voice went deeper, “I always win,” just like how his ancestor would do. Probably.
The groans were far louder this time. It was because it wasn’t only Gen, Chizu, and Kitsune who were doing it.
“This isn’t one of your comics, Usagi!”
“Oh Galileo Galilei, there’s two of them!” said the purple one.
But Usagi wasn’t listening because there was a reluctant but growing delight in the turtle’s eyes (back when Usagi hadn’t known what he was carrying)
When the big plot was done, and they had to go home, the turtles and their group stayed in touch.
It was Yuichi Usagi who introduced Leo to the Usagi Yojimbo comics.
It was Leo who introduced Usagi to Jupiter Jim comics.
The Usagi Yojimbo comics had a good chapter on kite-making in ancient Japan, Leo wanted to cut some bamboo to make a kite for the heck of it.
They did so when they went to the Usagi farm. It somehow caught on fire.
Everything in New York, including the Hidden City, is so big that Usagi is always craning up his neck to talk to someone.
Leo has a habit of casually draping over his brothers, and Usagi became included in it when they became friends.
When they have to talk to a yokai, Usagi noticed that Leo would try to look comfortably confident by draping an arm around his shoulders with his face side-by-side with Yuichi’s. But also to force the yokai to look at both of them.
Yuichi, who had wanted to hug Gen, Kitsune and Chizu the moment they became friends, didn’t mind.
The yokai in question would raise a brow but not comment; when they’d notice that Usagi would slightly stand up on his toes and nuzzle from the turtle’s contact.
Everyone thought Leo and Usagi would start dating. But Usagi was sixteen and still chasing after his ancestor’s legacy. And Leo was sixteen and still trying to “make up” for losing the key and almost destroying the world.
But Leo and Usagi carved up a day to spend together -be it New York or Neo Edo- just to hang out and talk about comics or swords or how Leo had to always make his best guesses on turtle mutant biology based on human med books and vet books or that Yuichi’s favorite yokai to draw was the Dare Mo because they don’t have faces and faces are difficult to draw.
Or things that Leo couldn’t confide in his family without feeling like he was burdening them, or Usagi couldn’t say to his Aunt because he was supposed to be grown now or to his friends without worrying them.
It became their own thing.
Usagi knew that his ancestor had a rival since childhood (Kenichi) who married his first love (Mariko). Usagi was thankful that if Leo was his rival in swords, they at least were friends.
He knew it was stupid, but what if he and Leo both fell in love with the same girl just like Miyamoto and Kenichi? Usagi never bothered with the romance aspect of his ancestor’s comic biography. If there was anything the comics had taught him, love was only a hindrance to the way of the samurai.
While meeting his own “Mariko” sounded nice once he would choose to settle down, Usagi found himself thinking about his own “Kenichi” more.
Usagi found out Leo was gay. Leo shrugged and said he just didn’t feel like wanting to date yet. The fact that Leo’s only reference to romance was his father’s doomed affair didn’t help with wanting to commit that way outside his family.
Usagi wondered if they would still have one weekend to themselves if Leo began to date.
Usagi once saw Leo turning on the “Leo charm” to persuade someone to give them info. Usagi didn’t like it but kept it to himself.
Leo noticed it anyway. Because Usagi’s foot was thumping irritably.
Usagi mellowed a bit after Leo told him that he wasn’t being serious, the guy wasn’t even that cute, and that Usagi would always be his best friend.
Usagi was about to tease, “Do you like me?” like he did with Chizu after she hugged him in relief. For some reason, he found himself hesitating.
He never asked.
In a true Yuichi Usagi fashion, Usagi one night worried what if he also liked boys and he and Leo would fight over the same boy?!
Gen to Chizu and Kitsune, and Raph to his other brothers regarding Usagi and Leo:
Now with part 2
#leoichi#sliderbunny#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#Yuichi usagi#samurai rabbit#samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles#samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles#leochi#yuichi x leo
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Cool can i please request rottmnt fluff hc of 4 brothers (separately) with girlfriend reader (unless you only do GN).
The plot about Reader who loves spoiling her boyfriend with well... EVERYTHING; hugs, kisses, cuddle, presents...etc.
She's completely smitten with her boyfriend.
TURTLES WITH AN S/O THAT SPOILS THEM
This was so fun to write X3 apologies if it's a bit short.
Raph
Loves it. All if it.
Just.... gets a little nervous around the cuddles cuz spiky
But otherwise he's great!
If he goes too long without giving some affection in return, he'll feel a bit guilty
Very fond of the kisses
On his forehead and palms
You're just so small.....
He's surprised he hasn't accidentally hurt you already
Big bear hugs
Huge
Teddy bear
His plastron is a cozy place to just nap on.
PRESENTS
Absolutely lives for your gifts.
He'll feel inclined to give one back, but still-
He likes head rubs and just scritches all around
Glad you're willing to give them
He just loves you so much
Leo
• oh my god he's insufferable
Just non stop gushing about your gifts
His brothers hate it
The first time you just showered him with hugs and kisses he was a big mushy ball of emotions
But now?
He's used to it (no he's not)
Loves your presents.
Sweater? He'll wear it for days
Comics? Those are going in cases
CUDDLES
If you sit down, Leo will appear
Ready for affection
Kisses on his snoot are highly appreciated
And gently rubs on his face crescents never fail to make him sleepy
happy churrs!
Chin scratches too
If you're an artist, he'd love you to paint on his shell
Just pretty designs
Just a big sucker for physical affection
Mikey
Giggles whenever you kiss his snout
Loves it
Tracing your nails on the spots on his arms has him churring happily in no time
You decide to spoil him with cuddles?
Great, he just finished drawing!
Must build a pillow fort every time
When you buy him gifts, art supplies or new bedding
He'll find a way to work it into that day
He's sweet
Morning hugs are probably his favorite thing
When he's cooking breakfast hug him from behind
Sleepy morning stuff
It makes him so happy
If he's tired, he'll usually curl up on you if you're on the couch, or in his room
And he'll just sleep.
Drag your nails along his shell and he might churr in his sleep
Donnie
He has a reputation to uphold
But it will break...
For you
Just don't go make out with him in front of his brothers
Kisses on his forehead and the stripes on his shoulders
You'll get a shy smile
Very excited when you give him gifts.
Especially if it's something he can display
Like a sweater or some decor piece
Usually late night cuddles
Under his weighted blanket
He's surprisingly warm
Prefers to be the little spoon (don't tell his brothers!)
His shell is sensitive, but not as much as some think
It's a tough leathery surface, that's like thick skin
So he's okay with you touching it
Just ask first
His spines are fun to feel
Sensory thing
Just overall a happy turtle when you pet his shell
He just gets to relax and you get to explore
If you rub sort of where his shoulder blades would be
He'll probably just fall asleep
Likes when you hug him from behind
As long as he's not doing something dangerous
He loves you
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt donnie x reader#donatello x reader
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I need to see LS Donnie making simple machines out of the random objects available in his room!!!! I think it would be cute.
(Simple machine examples: screw (incline plane), pulley, lever, etc. Those can be made out of basically anything.)
Also, I feel like this would be a good note for you to have. Blood isn’t drawn from below the shoulder, it’s drawn from the veins in the crook of your elbow or your wrist.
YES! I have not figured out how to add it into the comic yet- But Donnie tries very hard to make things! He just has such little to work with and often times they either need to take them apart (such as with Shellbert- Mikey needed his pencils back eventually) or they are thrown away when the scientists clean their rooms :((
He has made a lot of small inventions over the years- Though, most of his ideas are in his head at the moment. He ends up day dreaming about things he would do/make if he had ____ a loooot.
He also took apart the camera once- as explained in another ask once. I might do a full comic on the consequences of that endeavor- dunno.
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.... as for the other part of your ask.... somehow, when I started writing this comic, I knew that fact. I have a scrapped panel drawn of them drawing blood properly... Then, somewhere along the way... I guess I forgot? I'm not sure what happened there? I tend to make my comic late at night when I am like half asleep- so that may have contributed. But thanks for telling me, I will be sure to draw it accurately next time! (the first scene in part one of the comic is not them drawing blood, but giving them a shot- they have given them different vaccines and medicines to see if they react more similarly to humans or turtles-)
To be completely honest- this comic is all for fun so I am not doing a lot of research on anything. I know very little about medical... anything. If I was making a more serious attempt at a comic, I think (hope) I would be more careful about mistakes like that. However, In THIS comic- there will probably be many of those little mistakes... If you point them out I will do my best to fix them in the future (or if they are bad enough, I will fix whatever panel they are in) but- sorry in advance for any and all medical/other inaccuracies ;-;
#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#ally asks#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#little subjects au#turtle tots#rottmnt seperated au
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★ How They Show Affection ★
Rise!Bros Headcannons
Summary: Each turtle has their preferences and pet peeves when it comes to showing affection.
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Leo
• It always depended on the initiation for Leo.
• When he held your hand or pulled you into his lap, all is well.
• But when you initiated, he would become a blushing, chirring mess.
• Most of the time, he didn’t expect the sudden affection. It would mostly happen when you two were laying down on his bed and he would be absorbed in his phone or a comic.
• You would gently caress his bicep or pull yourself up and onto his plastron.
• Speaking of his bicep, you would also gently run your nails up and down his arm and/or shoulder.
• He loved (like loved) it more than anything… but he would never tell you that.
• When it came to affection around his brothers, he didn’t mind too much because he always spun it around as them being jealous.
• They were simply mad that they were single and alone and he was not.
• There was also an element of possessiveness where Leo would pull you closer to him when the others were around.
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Raph
• Raph was very shy and cautious at first.
• Not only was he unsure about when to and when to not show affection, but he didn’t want to hurt you with his strength and/or his spikes.
• You were both slow for the first few months of your relationship, only holding hands and occasionally embracing.
• After a while, you began gently pecking Raph’s cheek when first greeting him and before you left him.
• The first time you did it, he froze as the heat rushed to his face.
• You apologized almost immediately, but Raph assured you through his stuttering that he was okay with it.
• He soon began to return the chaste kisses.
• The turtle absolutely melted when you would cup his cheeks and kiss his snout, smiling all the while.
• Most of the affection came from quality time, though.
• Raph enjoyed spending time with you more than kisses or hugging or cuddling, so he would often call you over just so you were in his presence.
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Mikey
• You and Mikey were very affectionate with each other.
• Physical affection, physical affection, PHYSICAL AFFECTION!!
• He loved to be kissed, hugged, cuddled, anything to be physically closer to you he enjoyed.
• He often fell asleep when you would gingerly rub your hand up and down his shell. That tactic was also used to calm him down from a nightmare or maybe he was just having some anxiety that day.
• You both would go out into the city without the others and skateboard or to crash a costume party during the fall.
• Spending time with you was also one of his favorite things to do with you.
• It could be training or exploring the Hidden City.
• It didn’t matter to Mikey. As long as he was with you.
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Donnie
• Donnie’s way of showing affection was unconventional to say the least.
• He would sometimes hug or kiss you back just to satisfy you, but he really enjoyed when you would get him something every time he came to visit you or vice versa.
• You were “the only evidence of a mind reader” he’d come across, as he would say.
• To you, the gifts were just trinkets you would find around the house or at the grocery store that contained something you thought Donnie would find useful.
• Most of the time, it was just what the turtle had been looking for.
• He even somewhat raided your apartment for materials, but only came up with a screw from a discarded mechanical pencil.
• Donnie often compared you to a genie as well.
• Words of affirmation was another way to get the purple clad turtle to let his guard down.
• You were genuinely amazed by his inventions, often calling him “my little brainiac” or “the smart one”.
• The names weren’t exactly endearing to people on the outside, but Donnie thoroughly enjoyed your praise in every verbal form.
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#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt fluff#rottmnt raph#rottmnt reader insert#rise leo#rottmnt leo x reader#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt headcanons#rise headcanons#rottmnt donnie x reader#rottmnt raph x reader#rise donnie#rise raph#rise movie
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Mischief in the Sewers (Fluff)
1987!Raphael x reader
A/N: I felt for some 1987 stuff, so here you go. They lucky wheel decided is should be Raph❤️
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Warnings: Maybe spelling.
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The sewers of New York City were always an interesting place, filled with mystery and dangers, lurking in the dark corners for those who weren’t observant. But for you, it was like a second home. Some days it actually was your home. As Raphael's significant other, you spent a lot of time with him and his brothers, in the safety of the lair, getting up to whatever the two of you could think of. And with a boyfriend like Raphael, that was a lot of different things.
One evening, you lounged on your boyfriend’s bed, reading one of the many comic books he and his brothers had laying about. It didn’t take long before you noticed that Raphael seemed a bit more restless than usual. His usually gruff demeanor was replaced by a subtle restlessness, and you couldn't resist the urge to find out what was on his inside his pretty head. The way his legs bounced against the floor as he turned the sai in his hand.
"Hey, Raph", you called out, catching his attention as he sharpened his sais. "What's eating at you? You seem a bit off tonight", you said, scouting closer to him.
He grunted, avoiding eye contact, opting instead to focus on his sais. "Nothing, just... I dunno, bored or something".
A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as an idea formed. "Bored, huh?”, you asked, leaning into his field of view. It was one of those gestures that you did, that always forced a smile upon his face. “Well, I think I have just the thing to cure your boredom".
Raphael raised an eyebrow, intrigued, a small smile present on his face. "Yeah? What's that?"
You flashed a mischievous smile and nodded towards the open circular entrance to his room. "How about a little sparring match? Winner gets bragging rights and, I don't know, maybe a victory pizza?"
Raphael's eyes lit up at the mention of pizza, and he smirked. His shoulders falling back, his leg relaxing, and his body language becoming more open. "You're on, (Y/N). But don't think I'll go easy on ya".
“As if you ever do”, you teased, before jumping from the bed and out the bedroom, with the red clad turtle on your heels. “Yet I win everytime!”
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The two of you engaged in a lively and playful sparring session, the clashing of weapons echoing in the sewer. Your laughter and giggling rang out through the lair, loud enough for the rest of the sewer residents to hear. Interrupting Leonardo in his meditation, Master Splinter in his soap opera, Donatello in his lab, and Michelangelo from his nap. But neither you or Raphael cared, finding yourselves locked in a dance-like sparring session, your stomachs and cheeks almost hurting from all that smiling and laughter.
After a particularly close move, you found yourselves face to face, both breathing heavily. Raphael's smirk faded into a genuine smile as he looked at you, admiration in his eyes.
"You're something else, (Y/N)", he admitted.
You grinned back, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Not too shabby yourself, Raphie".
As the sparring match came to an end, you both collapsed onto the training mats, laughing and catching your breath. To say that the match came to an end because of exhaustion was not quite right. It was due to the aching in your muscles from all the laughing you had caused each other, leading both of you to fall over on the mats, holding your stomachs.
Raphael glanced at you, a softness in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. "Thanks for this, (Y/N). I needed a good fight".
You nudged him playfully, rolling on to your side, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close to him. "Anytime, Raph".
He chuckled, moving his own arms so they were around your waist. Raphael leaned in, his eyes locking onto yours, and he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "I love you, (Y/N)".
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, savoring the warmth of the moment. "I love you too, Raph. Always".
You smiled at each other for a moment, before Raph once more leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips, which you happily reciprocated. It felt amazing to be laying there in each other’s arms, feeling the rest of the world fading away, with only your soft lips against each other-.
“Come on, guy! Not in dojo!”, Leo’s exacerbated voice sounded from the entrance, forcing you and Raph to pull from each other, a small blush creeping upon your cheeks.
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt donatello#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt raph#tmnt donnie#tmnt mikey#tmnt leo#tmnt x y/n#tmnt x reader#tmnt x you#tmnt raph x reader#tmnt raphael x reader#tmnt 1987#tmnt 1987 x reader#tmnt 1987 raphael#tmnt 1987 raph#tmnt 1987 leonardo#tmnt 1987 leo#tmnt 1987 donnie#tmnt 1987 donatello#tmnt 1987 michelangelo#tmnt 1987 mikey#tmnt 1987 raph x reader#tmnt 1987 raphael x reader#tmnt raph 1987#tmnt raphael 1987#tmnt leo 1987
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Favorite thing that John Laurens did historically?
Guys, I gotta admit, for such a huge John Laurens fan (both musical version and historically) I barely know about ANYTHING he did irl other than write essays against slavery, recruit 3000 men for the first all black military regiment, witness wayyy too many of his siblings die, be in love with hamilton, and be a kickass soldier. (Oh and the whole marrying out of pity and then never visiting his daughter thing. And the sexism, but I'd rather not dwell on that -_-)
AND THE TURTLE DRAWINGS MUAHAHAHA (guys I'm kidding I know he wasn't actually obsessed with turtles, but he did love art and nature, right?)
WAIT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING OMG-
So I once read a Tumblr post about historical John Laurens being left handed (there's an amazing depressedrevolutionariesinlove comic about this too !!), and more specifically about one time when he got injured in his right shoulder in the midst of battle, and just tossed his sword to his left hand and absolutely ANNIHILATED the soldiers he was fending off. Imagine their absolute SHOCK when they think they've won because "hahaha his sword hand is knocked out" and then BOOM he's even better with his left? 😂
I'd link the post if I remembered where it was from arghhh, possibly @john-laurens? (GREAT blog by the way)
I also read part of the SALTIEST letter from Laurens to Kinloch once, but unfortunately don't remember where I could find it or what exactly it was about, other than this man's passive agressivness was through the ROOF lol (does anyone know what I'm talking about?)
So, in hindsight after writing this essay (😭), I do know quite a bit about John Laurens... but I still feel like there's SOOO much I don't know (and plz correct me if I got anything wrong in this post!) Also, I'd LOVE to hear any funny or notable stories you guys have about him!! :D
What's your favourite historical John Laurens moment (moots and random people who see this)??
Maybe we could make a chain!!! :DDD
Also just a lil note in closing, my favourite thing about him historically is probably his bravery, passion for justice/abolitionism, and love for hamilton because live laugh lams <3
#JOHN LAURENS POST#RIIIIISE UP#ANY COOL JL MOMENTS?? :D#Thx so much for the ask <333#Hopefully i didn't ramble for too long lol ><#hamilton#amrev#historical John Laurens#john laurens#lams#historical lams
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