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theunholyrogue · 1 year

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never leave me (leo x gn!reader)

can honestly work w any leo… maybe… can confirm 2k7, 2k12, + bayverse

can be gn but is based on my fem oc so to each is their own 🫶🏻

first written post don’t hate if it sucks :)

tw: 18! contains swearing, angst, gore/blood, knives, + near death, possible typos lol

You have been warned ~

Another day that had you at the end of your rope. You could feel the sweat running down your face and your heart rate thumping erratically as you took out all of your frustration in the ring of your local, lowkey, boxing club with one of your clubmates, Matthew.

You were exhausted— mentally and physically. Your professors had piled another days worth of homework, study guides, and reading assignments into one night and to be turned in the next morning. Your guardian was bad off again, their drinking habits leading them to the bar to remain there for the rest of the evening, for them to return in the early morning hours to come in and attempt to pick another fight with you. Your human friends— April O’Neil and Casey Jones — had recently started dating and were overwhelmingly consumed in one another’s time to mind you any of their attention, and your terrapin friends, well, they were busy cheering up Donatello, whom was heartbroken over the news of April and Casey’s blossoming relationship. Well — at least Raphael and Michaelangelo were, and you had not heard from your boyfriend, Leonardo, in days. That did not concern you, as it was normal to not hear from him in a day or so and vice versa. You two had that kind of trust with one another.

However, you found yourself with a sinking feeling that he was purposely ignoring you today. The feelings had eaten away at your remaining brick walls all day until you mentally broke. The only thing keeping you from lashing out at any of the people you love was the human punching bag in front of you. Matthew was taking a heavy beating from you, even more than you usually give him. The adrenaline running through your veins caused a rush in your system, not alerting your mental status to the major return punch and undercut that Matthew had delivered unto your left cheek and jaw. Physically, however, you stumbled backwards and collapsed onto your butt.

You took a moment, your body was shaking from the sudden lack of movement, your eyelids involuntary blinking before gazing up at Matthew. He was panting, his facial expression revealing a pained, clenching emotion. Oh, shit, you thought while grinding your teeth together. You had gone too far— again.

“Dammit, Matt, I’m sorry,” you stated while standing to your feet. Matthew tugged his gloves off of his hands and helped you stabilize yourself, the adrenaline finally starting to tone down, slowly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only be hurting for a few days,” Matthew replied with a chuckle, only to grimace again. “I do think I am going to head home now, before my ma starts to worry.”

You nodded, “Alright, be careful. Sorry again.”

Matthew slipped through the ropes around the boxing ring and to his gym bag, shoving his red gloves in and pulling out a black, fleece, zip-up jacket. He replied while tugging the fabric onto his body, “I said it’s all good. See ya next time.”

You watched as he walked towards the door, turning to give you a wave and leaving soon after. You waved back, giving it a short second or so until he disappeared from the frame. You stood in the empty ring for a moment longer, taking in the empty building around you. It was quiet— something you weren’t used to. Quiet always meant bad, and right now, as the adrenaline continued to wear off, the overwhelming anxiety of your issues started to emerge again. “Bloody hell,” you uttered while exiting the ring yourself, hanging your gloves onto the ring ropes, and walking over to your bag. Quickly, you slipped your baggy sweatpants over your gym shorts that clung tight to your legs, then slipped a sweatshirt over your tank top. Slipping the straps of your book bag over your shoulders and pulling your hair out from the shirt and bag to flow freely, you left the empty building and headed for the lair.

….

“Guys?” You called out as you entered the lair, peering around the area for any sign of life.

“Dudette!” Michaelangelo called out as he slipped up behind you, giving a tight hug.

You chuckled while reaching up and gripped his forearms. “Hey, Mikey! Where’s everyone else?”

“Don is in his lab doing smart Don things, I guess distracting himself from you know who,” the orange masked turtle started as he pulled away and walked over to the lounge area. You followed suit, slipping the straps of your bag off of your shoulders to slide down onto the rounded couch ledge.

“Raph hadn’t felt all that good today, so he’s been in bed for a good chunk of the day,” Michaelangelo continued as he plopped down into a bean bag chair facing the TV.

“Anddd yours truly just got back and is in the dojo,” he finished, fiddling with the remote to turn on said TV and watch some random cartoon.

“Just got back?” You asked, curious.

“Yeeahh, something about a quick patrol. I guess nothin’ happened!” Michaelangelo exclaimed before his full attention to the show that started playing upon turning to a specific channel.

You nodded, walking past the youngest turtle and to the dojo. Peeking your head in, you spotted Leonardo doing some self training. You had assumed that Splinter was already in bed by what time it was and entered the dojo.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” You asked, although you knew that you were, you also knew that he was going to say no, like always.

“Not at all,” Leonardo replied, refraining from pausing his exercise. Something about his reply felt sarcastic this time, or that something was wrong.

“Can I join?”

“Why not?”

Leonardo hardly gave you any time to actually prepare for an attack, catching you off guard. You quickly dodged his attack by moving out of the way.

“What the hell!?” You stuttered out in surprise, but your boyfriend did not answer.

The leader continued to throw punches or leg swipes in your direction, some slide arounds, all of which the only thing you could quickly do was dodge and avoid. You weren’t training to be a Kunoichi, only having a few years of boxing under your belt— and that was pointless with how merciless Leonardo was being. Eventually, you made the mistake of throwing your arm up to protect the side of your face that was hit earlier, when he threw a punch towards you. This led him to grabbing your arm, stabilizing your body, and flipping you onto your back, knocking the breath from your lungs.

Stunned, you gasped to regain the breath that you had just lost, shocked that Leonardo had even done that. He was bigger than you, and most definitely stronger. His baby blue orbs stared down at you, “I win.”

“Are you serious?” You wheezed out while propping yourself up on your hands. Coughing you after, you stood up and glared at him. “What was that about?”

“What? Couldn’t handle it?”

“The hell! No!”

“Maybe you could’ve with the dude from boxing.”

You stared at the turtle, your eyes had widened and mouth slightly agape from what you had just heard come from your boyfriend’s mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Leonardo retorted, crossing his arms as he watched you with careful eyes. Analyzing your reactions.

“What are you trying to say, Leonardo?” You asked, mimicking his stance by crossing your arms and watching him.

“I’m saying I don’t like your “friendship” with that guy.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “No, you’re saying that you don’t like it because it’s a guy. Which means you don’t trust me,” you stated. Then you shook your head, “Hold up— are you following me now?”

Leonardo remained calm, “No, I just so happened to patrol in that area of town and was going to come by and see you. That was until I saw you with another guy. How do you think it feels to see you with another guy?”

“Leo, what the hell. Why is that even anything you are worried about?”

“I’m sorry! But in case you forgot, I am a 6 foot mutant turtle! And that guy… well, he’s human! Somebody who can take you on dates and can actually be seen with you out in public without the rest of the world freaking out…” Leonardo replied, his arms flinging outward in a jagged fashion.

You were speechless. Had you been at fault for causing him to feel this way? Why was Leonardo feeling this way? You felt irritated at his insecurities but saddened that he felt this way. Your feelings were emotionally enhanced by the sheer amount of stress and anxiety that had been building up over the weeks before, so, you felt yourself dip off the edge.

“Leo, you have got to be joking! If I had truly gave a damn what everyone else thinks, then my life would be so much more miserable. But I guess that doesn’t matter when the one person I so desperately want to spend the rest of my life with is standing here feeling jealous and insecure that I would even consider wanting somebody else or even be concerned about it. I guess there’s nothing I could ever do to make you feel like I truly want you?

Leonardo widened his eyes at your sharp reply, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. His brow ridges contorted into a downward shape, his facial features drooping into that of a saddened expression. As much as you wanted to console him, your heart rate had spiked again from the sudden argument between you two, and your emotions began to weigh heavy on your shoulders and heart from everything. You turned away and bolted for the door, wanting to be as far away from the lair as possible. You ignored the turtle as he called out for you to wait, but you were already on autopilot to get home. Tears started to slip down your cheeks, blurring your vision. The next thing you remember was a sharp strike to the back of your head and from there, everything went black.

…

April and Casey had made their appearance in the lair later, maybe two hours after you and Leonardo had gotten into it. Leo had figured he would give you some space, he shouldn’t have gone after the conversation like he did. It racked his brain, he was always the calm, cool, and collected one, one of the many reasons he was made to be the leader. Yet, he allowed his emotions to take over the best of him and only caused trouble for the both of you.

Everyone had only assumed that you had left, at least Mikey did. Raph and Donnie didn’t know that you had made an appearance, and April and Casey weren’t there. Leo had not mentioned the argument, so as everyone sat in the lounge area debating on a movie to watch, April and Casey’s phone both dinged. Casey ignored the notification, but April turned her attention to the screen and lit up, seeing that it was a text from you. Tapping the notification and unlocking her phone in the process, she noticed that it was a video. Her eyebrows contorted into that of confusion from the frame that was visible. Casey glanced over at her and furrowed his eyebrows, “What’s up?” He asked, gaining everyone’s attention. April stood up and looked at Leonardo and Donatello, “Lab, now.” The two terrapins were confused, yet followed the female into the Donatello’s lab.

The female sat down and placed her phone against one of the monitors in front of her, while each of the two stood over her shoulder. She reached up and pressed play on the video that you had sent.

There you were, slouching over in a chair with each wrist tied down to the arms and each ankle to the front legs with rope. Surrounding you were two men, to each side, wearing suits and a black ski mask. They looked to be holding knives in hand, with the other being free. Another male walked into view, wearing the same attire as the first two, but this one did not wear a mask. His back faced the camera, so the trio could not see his face.

He waved his hand, his pointer finger up. The masked man to your left side reached up, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking back, causing you to look up at the unmasked male. You winced in pain, which only caused the male to tug more.

“Careful wit’ her, fellas. She’s gotta tell us what we needa know,” the leader, the three assumed as they watched, spoke. He bent down to be closer to your height. “Hey, pretty lady, how are ya’?” He asked, chuckling.

You remained quiet, only staring at the male with as much energy as you could muster.

“Not a chatty one, eh? That’s a’ight, doll. This won’t take long— at least— as long as ya’ tell us what we want to know,” the leader continued. “Now, we’s ain’t stupid. We know that ya’ have a… special… group of friends. We just want ta know where they are.”

The three immediately felt sick to their stomach. These guys were after the turtles— resulting in using you to get them. Leonardo covered his mouth to refrain from throwing up, his body visibly shaking. Oh my god, he thought.

Your stare narrowed, “Who wants to know?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

The leader stood quiet and still for moments, his facial features still hidden. With his hand in frame, the three watched as his finger twitched downward. The second masked man flipped his blade around his fingers before slamming it down into the back of your hand. You let out a pained scream, jerking your arm but to no avail to remove the painful stimuli due to being tied down.

“I ask the questions ‘round here, doll.”

The masked male pulled the blade out of your hand, only for blood to begin pooling out of the wound and flowing onto the floor below.

“Now, where do I find ‘em? ‘Em turtles,” the leader asked again.

“The ocean has plenty of turtles,” you replied, only for the first masked man to repeat the action the second had done and shove his blade down into your hand. You cry out again, this time tears start to flow down your face.

“Listen here, you bastard, I’m not telling you a got damn thing!” You shout, causing the two masked men to correspondingly slash you across your bare shoulders, tearing the fabric of your tank top. Leonardo had barely noticed that your sweater and sweats from earlier were now gone, which led him to questioning what happened behind the scenes.

Continuing through the video, the duo had performed numerous actions, from stabbing you in the gut to slicing open a section of your exposed thighs. During one point, you were waterboarded and nearly drowned from the actions, quicker than most but you were also experiencing blood loss. Leonardo and April had thrown up in their mouths a few times, Leo actually having to use a trashcan a time or two. Donatello had to look away for most of the video, his heart aching for his best friend to be in this situation.

Finally, as the end of the long, twenty minute video came to a close, the unmasked male stood up and stepped backwards, closer to the camera and spoke in a gentle, calm voice, as if he hadn’t conducted such a horrendous act.

“If you don’t want this to happen to you, then you all will meet us at the docks within the hour. The turtles in exchange for the girl. Hurry, she may not make it too much longer.” He stated before one of the men shoved the knife deep into your collarbone region, thus ending the video.

…

It didn’t take long for the turtles, April, and Casey to get to the docks. They peered over the ledge of one of the warehouse buildings and gathered data from the scene below. They saw four masked men standing guard around the dock, one masked man standing at the dge of the dock with you, blade to your neck, and the unmasked male standing in the middle of the dock. None of the six knew who this guy was, or what he wanted with the four brothers, but none of them were going to find out. Whilst being stealthy, they all closed in on the scene, proceeding with their plan.

Weapons put away and hidden, Casey and April stepped out, each holding onto one of the turtles arms. Casey holding Donatello and Michaelangelo, April holding Leonardo and Raphael.

“We have the turtles. Let our friend go,” April stated. The male glanced up and smirked. He started walking closer until he was within distance of examining each of them. A proud, wide grin etched itself across his face as the four masked men walked up and grabbed each turtled from April and Casey.

“We had a deal,” he started, snapping his fingers in the air.

The masked man put the knife away, then proceeded to push you backwards into the freezing salt water below.

Leonardo quickly pulled himself free as the masked man holding onto Raphael yelled, “They have weapons!”

Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelangelo pulled themselves free and quickly grabbed their weapons, preparing to fight the enemies as Leonardo ran down the dock, pushing past the masked male, and diving head first into the water. The water was rough, indicating the storm that was coming in soon. The cold water was a shock to his terrapin body but nothing matters as much as finding you. He swam around until he found your body. You had not tried to swim up and fight against the waves. No— you were too exhausted and to be frank, to broken to try and fight to survive. Leonardo quickly grabbed your body and swam back to the surface. The waves pushed and pulled on him but he fought hard against them, throwing your body onto the dock and then pulling himself up. You laid lifeless in front of him, and he was terrified. Leonardo immediately started doing chest compressions on you, causing a few of your ribs to snap and crack from the pressure.

“Breathe, got dammit! Breathe!” Leonardo yelled as he pulled away and connected his lips to yours, breathing a deep breath into your mouth twice before returning to chest compressions.

His brothers and friends gathered around, watching him as he performed his CPR. Donatello was about to drop down and take over before you reacted, coughing up salt water and phlegm. Instinctively, you turned onto your side to keep from aspirating the fluid back into your lungs and choking, now coughing and gasping for air.

“Quickly, she’s cut open. She needs treatment,” Donatello brought to Leonardo’s attention. Without hesitation, your boyfriend scooped you up into his arms and fled for the lair, leaving everyone else behind.

…

You didn’t recall much between returning to lair, Donatello cleaning your excruciating burning wounds with alcohol, or stitching you up. You also didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep, only to wake up in your boyfriend’s bed. You gazed around, finding yourself making eye contact with the leader himself.

“L… Leo,” you muttered, so quietly that you questioned if you had really spoken. The turtle released the breath he had been holding in for a long minute, moving closer to you before wrapping his arms around you. You reached up and weakly wrapped your arms around his body, tears immediately snaking down your cheeks.

“I didn’t tell,” you spoke softly, hiccuping. Leonardo shushed you, nodding his head, “I know, my love,” he replied.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like there was better. No one can compare,” you continued, gripping the edge of his shell tightly.

Leonardo only gripped you tighter. “You didn’t do anything. I let my jealousy get the best of me. I’m sorry for causing you pain,” he spoke.

You remained silent, only holding onto him.

“Leo?”

“Yes, petal?”

“Never leave me…”

“Not in a million years would I leave you.”