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Random Turtle Thoughts...

NSFW (18+ only)

Sinfulness Below....

Wanna set the mood? Listen to Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens.... Happy Reading.

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You had never known addiction could be so consuming. So controlling. So demanding. So --- intoxicating.

Until you had him that is. That very first time the whole facade of "we're just friends, no way we want more" came crashing down in a torrent of heated need one night he returned you home from a movie marathon with the four. When his mouth had brushed so dangerously close past your lips as he lifted you inside your apartment window. It made his breath catch in his throat. He had told you he could smell what you were thinking. So he risked everything to brush his mouth past again. Temptation too much, you chased, wanting so much more.

And that was it. One time was all it took. You were hooked. Hopelessly. Stupidly. Addicted after just a single taste.

But life has a funny way of making you rethink your actions. Just as it only took one time to give in to all those desires, it only took one time to make you cut the line and reel everything back deep inside. Regretting having ever given air for the fire to breathe.

You were a risk to him. A weak spot. No matter how badly you wanted to be his everything, the inescapable truth was, you couldn't be without simultaneously being a liability. He'd come running if it was you. Even if it were to his inevitable demise.

Leo's eyes had looked so - broken - when you'd told him. The two of you couldn't be. He nodded. Acknowledged that your words were true. But his hand had clutched so tightly to your fingers, as he dared to beg for the two of you to still stay close. Stay in each other's lives.

Of course, you'd told him. How could you ever stand to lose him altogether? So that was how it stayed. Each of you playing your part.

Until the addiction came calling again. And what sweet, sweet relief there was in giving in. To have those lips, so soft in their conquest of your flesh. Those hands, so strong squeezing and kneading into your hips. His swollen member, leaking and throbbing, all in the want of you. The insatiable, inebriating allure of every nerve in your body drowning in bliss. The addiction taking you captive all over again.

Then you'd swear to each other that it wouldn't happen again once it was all over. Just a little slip. Wouldn't happen again. Just friends, right? Right.

Yeah right.

A secret. So secret. One you loved so fiercely. Too much to admit how much the back and forth of being then not hurt. How much you hated that it hurt. Hated that you couldn't be satisfied to just be his friend. His platonic friend.

Again and again the two of you would fall victim to the want. The need. To just give in. And be what you both wanted to be. A vicious cycle of recovery and relapse. Each time the pull greater than the last. Until the chase became almost as desirable as the act itself.

He'd claim you against the wall in the dojo. You'd slip into his room in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes he'd appear out of the shadows on your way home from work, and you'd find yourself stripped bare, your naked skin erupting in goosebumps from the kiss of the cold night air high atop some skyscraper. Only the heat of him thrusting deep into you to keep the real cold at bay. Other times you two would sneak off to some quiet corner in the lair with only moments of solitude to do the deed. The thrill of getting caught by any one of his brothers making his hand rest heavily over your mouth, cerulean orbs locked onto yours, daring you to whimper louder.

"Go ahead, princess," he'd huskily whisper. "Get loud. "I'm not the one with my legs spread wide. "

Then again, just as many times prior you'd both swear that was the last time. It had to be. The game, though exhilarating, was exhaustive all the same.

Six months now. Six months since the two of you caved to temptation. Though the thought of your flushed, conjoined, breathless forms was constantly present in your mind.

So you couldn't have him all the way. But that didn't mean you couldn't still play. Right?

That was right. And play you would.

Your fingertips would linger on his skin. Always with a suggestive glint to your eye. Allowing your touch to trail across his muscles until falling away, leaving static in the air.

Sitting near him, you'd take advantage to tease, rubbing the top of your foot up and down the back of his calf. Relishing the satisfaction of the ever so faint hitch to his breath at the contact. Biting your lip just enough for him to catch as he focused intently on you through the periphery of his vision.

Making a show of your pink tongue sliding slowly across your pout to moisten your lips when he was speaking to you. Curling them into a knowing smile at the nearly inperceptual tightening of his mouth as he stumbled over his words for a fraction of a second.

Casting bedroom eyes his way between banter with his brothers. Tilting your head just so, encouraging the lengths of your hair to fall to the side, exposing your neck and jaw to him in the way you would before. When his teeth would nip along your pulse. Before he'd sink his bite in. Just enough to pinch. Just enough to make you suck in a hot breath and plead for more.

Oh yes, you'd teased. So it shouldn't be any surprise to you. The position you found yourself in now.

On your knees, nails digging into Leo's thighs as tears streamed down your face. His fingers fisted in your hair at the back of your head. Holding you perfectly in place as he slid his cock back and forth, bumping the back of your throat again and again. The dangerous reflection of an alpha behind his hungry stare. One intent on taking what he wanted.

All the while your own excitement soaked your half ripped panties. Your wanting slick starting to trickle down your quivering thighs. The burning desire to be the best you had ever been for him. Always for him.

Nearly delirious now from the wish for friction you dropped one hand down. Seeking to slip your fingers past the hem of your ruined lingerie. But Leo caught you by the arm with his free hand. A dark smile splitting his face as you squirmed against his mass filling your mouth.

"Don't think so, petal. You've had your fun. Taunting me. Testing me. For months." His voice deepened. Nearly rumbled with a low growl. "Now it's my turn."

Moving so fast you almost couldn't process it, Leo pulled himself free from your lips with a pop and threw you back onto his bed. Massive hands tore the last bit of attire clinging to your curves then pressed your legs back. Leaving you inescapably exposed and spread wide.

"Mhmm," he groaned. "God, how I've missed this."

Wasting no time with finesse or delicateness, he plunged his tongue deep straight into your wet core. Immediately letting loose a forceful moan. One which instantly had you trembling, hands flying back to clutch his bedding, seeking to ground yourself on something - anything - as you came undone.

Before you had a chance to fall into rhythm with his minstrations, Leo was on the move again. Suddenly empty your eyes couldn't even open in surprise before his mouth was crashing against yours. Teeth clashing against one another's, so lost to the moment, you couldn't even care about the fact you could taste yourself.

Pressure from his thumb turned your chin away as he marked your neck in ravenous kisses. All the way down to your shoulder. Where you abruptly found one thick finger aggressively working your aching cunt with another pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck, with a set of teeth in your shoulder.

Feeling wild and dizzy in the surging euphoria of it all, your eyes rolled back in your head. So very, very thankful to be at his mercy. Every nerve in your body screaming to combust, just so long as he kept making you feel so unbelievably good.

Yet again you felt him nearly rip himself away. Then you found yourself flipped over, face down into the mattress. Skilled fingers of one hand tangled themselves within your hair with the other pressed down the small of your back. One knee cupped against your hip, his other leg stretched behind. Then before any other thought could cross your mind, he was deep, deep inside. The faint burn from the stretch his girth caused conflicting against the pleasure of his thrusts stole your breath away.

For several moments the only sound of wet skin slapping against skin was all that met your ears. Until Leo tipped his hips just so and struck the perfect spot. Unable to keep from crying out, your body seized beneath his weight, whimpering through your orgasm.

The sounds of your bliss sent Leo over the edge only seconds later. Filling your quivering sex full of his white hot seed. Eyes squeezed shut, trying in vain to hold onto the rush of his relief. A few dopamine filled gasps broke free as Leo untangled his hand from the back of your head before the room fell into silence.

You lay still a moment. Enjoying how wonderful you felt. Then you became aware of feather light kisses being planted across your shoulders. A hum of appreciation. Then the weight of his head against your neck.

"I can't do this anymore." Leo's normally confident voice coming out small and injured. "I can't keep pretending this is okay. Like it doesn't rip my heart out every time we do this."

"Go back to being just friends?"

Only a small nod answered you.

"Then let's not."

His head shot up. Even though you couldn't really see him behind you, you knew his eyes were boring into you.

"You mean it?" Hopefull. Daring to believe your answer could be yes.

"Only if you do. I -,"

You couldn't finish your sentenxe before you found yourself flipped over again. A searing kiss pressing hard against your lips.

There was a lot the two of you needed to work out. But right now, all you think of was how good it felt to give in. To be what you wanted to be. To have what you wanted. Forever addicted to him. Only him.

You had never known addiction could be so intoxicating.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

That are consuming my brain...

The thought of him leaning in close over the back of your shoulder. The thought of his voice - quiet, soft and soothing - whispering praise across your skin. The way his breath feels cool against the tiny droplets of sweat beginning to bead on your brow.

"Ssshhhh. That's it, sweetheart. Breathe through it, babygirl. Just relax. Just breathe." You swear you could feel the tender brush of his lips against your shoulder cap as the words slip out. So soft. So sure and present, focused solely on you.

The thought of his rough touch, feeling like worship, as it kneads firmly into your muscles. Encouraging you farther forward. Working you down slowly. Carefully. Meticulously. The burn causing you to visibly wince. A sharp suck of breath in with the twist of your neck against the ache. Your heartbeat spiking a second.

"Breathe, sweetie. Breathe," again he soothes. So strong. So calm.

Eyes squeezed tight you try your best to focus on his voice. And not the stinging burn that screams for you to jolt away. Because the truth is, you don't want to lurch away. Between the weight of his hands rubbing over your back and down your legs, and the subtle lining of a command in his tone with the heat radiating off his own body, all you wanted to do was please. Make him proud. Even if it hurt.

He leaned back a bit to look at the expanse of flesh his fingers were working over. "Breathe in," he directed. His own chest swelling as he took a deep intake with you. "And out." He released the air in his lungs. The thought of him waiting for you to follow his lead. All the while his hands never leaving your body. "Lean in as you breathe out. That's it. Slow and steady."

The thought of his lips curling into a smile as you do as he instructs. The thought of how pleased he is that you follow his direction so well. "You got it," he reinforces as you exhale again. And stretch farther down. "Good girl. I know it hurts. Just keep breathing."

The thought of his thumb stroking over the back of your arm. The way he watches you closely. Eyes fixed closely on your face. Watching for the tell-tale signs of the burn easing away and your pinched expression relaxing.

Of how upon finally stretching out, he permits you to sit back with a contented sigh. Those brilliant eyes of his still trained on your face. Drinking you in.

The thought of how it's intimate. And erotic. To be so close, nearly entwined with him. His mass encompassing your much smaller form. His gentle, but firm approach. To making your body do what he wanted.

"Feel better?" His voice now normal. "Yeah?" The corner of his mouth pulls back in a half smile at your nod. "Good. Maybe next time you won't be such a knucklehead and use that noggin and actually do the proper warm-up and cool-down for a 45 min HIIT workout," he teases with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you playfully shrug off. "Thanks for helping me loosen up."

"Even though I practically had to tackle you to get you to do it."

"Oh yes, must have been a whole lot of effort on your part to catch me as I hobbled away."

"Well remember that for next time. Stretching equals get away. Not stretching equals man handled into submission."

You can't help the flush that sweeps your cheeks. At the thought of the double meaning behind his words.

His smug expression lets you know he's pleased again. Pleased you caught his meaning. He raises himself from the floor where he's been kneeling behind you.

"How can I repay your generosity?" A bit of hope he catches your double meaning.

"Well," he draws out the word. "Would hate to undo all the work I've just done... How bout you stay and watch a movie with me?" he asks, ever the gent.

"T'would be mine pleasure, good sir," you smile back, complete with a terribly fake accent.

And the thought of the look he casts your way. So incredibly warm and affectionate. The thought of the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at that look.

A look that doesn't say I wish I could have you. Or I want to claim you so bad. No.

The thought of a look that says, "I'm so fucking lucky, I get to call you mine."

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Surviving the apocalypse pt 2

Leo x fem reader

Warning , minors dni , Distressing content, gore , angst, fluff ending

Word count-2.6k

Last of us au

Part I

A furious fever took hold of Leonardo , he was hot to the touch , sweat glistening on his brow. His next few hours spent drifting in and out of consciousness, every time he awoke startling to the pain , pain so intense he could only stomach being awake for a few fleeting minutes before drifting back to the peace of blackness. The usually stoic leader delirious.

She wanted to tend to him, to help him but she couldn’t stop driving , she had to get further and further away from the infected. In her rear view mirror she could see the carpet bombing starting as the military tried to control the infected. Her much loved city being devoured by flames. She only hoped and prayed that his brothers made it out alive.

The woman took a small break to take off her belt and tourniquet his damaged leg. Wincing as he hissed to consciousness , jolting forward as he asked her to stop. Pressing her lips into a fine line as she pulled it as tight as possible. Slowing the bleeding. She knew she needed to see to it as soon as possible or it could become badly infected.

By the days end she found somewhere to camp , stoping and pillaging gas stations along the way. Filling the van up and stealing as many medical supplies, water and food as she possible could. Dragging an old tarp off an abandoned car on her way.

Using the shelter of trees to nestle between , draping the tarp over to further camouflage the vehicle. Locking the van from the inside as she turned to Leo.

Before she lost daylight she began the gruesome task of removing the shard of metal from his thigh. Using alcohol to clean her hands as best as she could. Her breath trembling as she got to work. Holding a torch in her mouth as she readied herself. Her pillaged gauze and bandages as well as sutures ready to stem the bleeding. So greatful that Donnie had taught her how to patch them up. Setting the torch at an angle.

A breath in and out.

She apologised to his sleeping form.

She jerked the metal free.

He jolted up, a pained groan leaving his dry lips before laying back down.

“ I know it hurts darling please stay as still as you can. “ her voice was trembling , bordering on tears.

“ please ..please stop.” He rasped.

She applied more pressure and he writhed beneath her hand. She was crying now , he wasn’t in his right mind but right now she had to be cruel to be kind.

“ I can’t, It’ll get infected, I’m helping you. “

She was thankful when he passed out, having the ability to continue to clean him up, throwing in sutures , not clean by any stance but would hopefully do the job. She talked herself through everything, her eyes wide in panic as she continued to patch up the gaping hole in his thigh. Only breathing a sigh of relief when she finished her stitches. Cleaning the area with some torn cloth.

Now to sterilise with some alcohol.

She preemptively held his leg down , pouring the alcohol over, he woke again, a pained whimper leaving his lips, wide eyes looking towards her, “ stop!” His deep voice rumbling breathless, he was so exhausted that his attempts to pull from her grasp were fruitless. His stomach dropped as he looked to her blood soaked face, the tears tripping her , the pool of blood she was kneeling in. His blood.

Again ,drifting back out.

The next time he awoke he was clean and dry , the back of the van was spotless, not a drop of blood to be seen. He was laying on an old duvet with a small blanket draped over him. the back of the van made to be as comfortable as possible. He went to move , his whole body aching and sore. But not as bad as it had been previously.

After taking a minute to come around he sprung forward, eyes wide as the memories came back to him. His injuries, the world falling to shit, how he saved you from impending doom and how you saved him in turn. Eyes darting around restlessly. How much time had passed? His brothers?

Pulling the blanket back he looked down and seen a clean bandage and a well looked after wound. His broken collar remedied with his arm strapped across his chest , bandages securely the limb on a makeshift sling. His two katanas at his side and clean, as well as all his armour and gear. Placed neatly next to him.

The van sighed under the weight of his movement. He winced, carefully sitting up and stretching.

Instinctively he searched for her, not far from him she sat in the front seat, gradually he pulled himself onto his knees, making his way to her.

“Y/n” he said softly , no answer. His heart slowed. Leaning between the two seats to see his darling , sound out. Arms folded securely across her chest, a shotgun nestled between her arms. Ammunition strewn haphazardly across her shoulders. Her head falling forward.

In contrast to him she was slick with dried blood and grime. Her hair drifting softly in the breeze that wafted through the passenger window. A mix of her own blood and his, she looked thinner, more gaunt. Dark rings forming below her eyes.

At the second creak of the van, she gasped, startling awake as she went to point the gun in the direction the sound came from , spinning in her chair, moving on pure instinct , fight or flight rearing it’s ugly head.

The leaders eyes widened, his good arm shooting forward and shoving the gun in the direction of the open window, an ear splitting bang sounded as the round was shot out the ajar passenger window.

“Y/n! Y/n! It’s me!”

She was breathless, eyes wide, her chest heaving as she just stared at him. He stared back at her, shocked. She didn’t even hesitate.

The woman looking back at him wasn’t the woman he met back in new York. How much time had passed?

“ I’m sorry.” She whispered , her voice barely above a whisper. She dropped the gun in her lap like it had burned her.

“ it’s okay, you don’t have to apologise. “ he was soft, gentle. His eyes searching.

“ I can’t believe you are awake.” Her voice hoarse from misuse. Since Leonardo had drifted off to sleep many days ago, she just had herself. “ how long has passed?” He asked , his voice so gentle, calming. he was scared to startle her.

Now that she was facing him he scrutinised her quietly. A round face replaced by gaunt cheeks, scrapes and cuts all over her, the tank top she was wearing smeared in blood and dirt. Usually vibrant eyes hard and harsh. She looked… exhausted.

A finger sheepishly reaching towards her to grace the cut on her forehead. She winced before melting into his touch. Leaning her whole head into his hand with a soft breath. Using this moment to just be thankful that he had indeed woken up. Her eyes closing. He opened his palm and she nestled her forehead into the hand further. “ just over a week.” She mumbled against his skin. He was silent , heart quivering at the tears trickling down her face, cutting a path through the dirt.

He blinked, a memory coming back from just after the accident, how she tended to him, how she had to hold him down to administer his first aid, how she cried the whole way through it.

Had that been nearly a week ago?

Nearly a week he had been out and that whole time she looked after him, cared for him, nursed him back to health. The more he looked around the van he seen the cases of water stacked upon each other. Jerry cans filled with what he expected was fuel for the van. Dried and tinned food neatly tucked into a basket. A few gas masks of different sizes strung atop the cases of water.

“ I’m trying to find a radio, I know Donnie will get his hands on one, so we can con-“ he shushed her.

“ have you slept? “ she shrugged. “ I can’t , we have to keep moving, we are going to have to move now that I’ve wasted that round.” Due to the dull light he assumed it was dusk. “ can’t you rest tonight? And we can move on in the morning?” There was a pleading tone to his voice. She shook her head, there was fear in her there. “ they are everywhere Leo, we can’t stop.” Her exhaustion was evident , probably actively making her paranoia worse, but what did he know, he hasn’t yet seen what the world had become.

After pleading a little more she agreed to rest if she could move the truck to a new spot.

She began her routine , getting out of the vehicle , apprehensive eyes flitting around her surroundings. There was a string with cans that she carefully gathered up. pulling the tarp off the wind bars and folding it messily.

She refused Leonardos help. It was like her little ritual , it helped her feel somewhat safe. She has to become so independent , it had only Been a week yet, it had probably been the longest week of her life.

It was the blue clad terrapins first time seeing what the world had become. His first time seeing outside New York City actually. The back country roads , barren. He noticed she stuck close to the woodlands, close to shelter, far away from inhabited areas. The roads lifeless, vehicles crashed or abandoned. Dead bodies strewn around. He swallowed thickly. This is what she had been dealing with.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” She spoke up, the silence had become deafening. He just nodded. A pang of worry bloomed in his chest. Hoping and praying for his brothers and his father.

“I’ve been trying to find a radio. I’m not sure how they work but I know Donnie , when they made it out of New York that’s what he would have gotten first chance he got.” She tried to change the topic. He felt hopeful with her use of when and not if. “ what if they didn’t get out of New York?” He spoke softly.

“ they would have.” She said simply , no room for question. She was confidant.

When she found somewhere she was happy with he watched as she set up for the night. Using the trees to wrap the sting of cans around the van , an early warning if the living or dead came knocking. Draping the camo green tarp across the van , aiding in her want to blend in with the trees. Her final bit, locking the van from the inside. She had this ritual down to a t at this point. He was speechless. Impressed with how much she had changed. He had catching up to do.

“ why don’t you get cleaned up?”

“ I have to keep watch.”

“ I’ll keep watch.”

“But-“

“ y/n” he was quick to cut her dead.”you’ve looked after me night and day , you are exhausted to the point you nearly blew a hole in the side of my head, it’s not something you are going argue with me about.” He was sharp, a bite that had her words silencing in her mouth. His leader qualities peeking out as he forced her to deli-gate.

As her face fell , He sighed, using his hands to emphasis his point. “ please just sleep, for me.” He offered her a smile at this point, letting her have a nights rest was the least he could do for her ,after what she did for him. He was adamant he would be long dead if not for her.

Sighing but listening to him she clambered out of her seat, making her way to the back of the van, taking some of that old cloth and dousing it with water before she got to making herself somewhat clean. The first time she’s been able to since New York.

Now in clean clothes and looking somewhat like a person again, she slumped against the side of the van. Carefully taking the shot gun and handing it to him, he shook his head , nodding to his katanas.

“ you don’t want to get close to a clicker, just use this it’s faster.” Now he was raising his brow ridge“ a what now? “

“ they are like medium boss level infected.”

“ yeah?” He chucked at that analogy.

Tucking her hands into the gaping pockets of the jacket as she looked around.

“You are stalling. Go to sleep.”

“Wha- naw I’m not.”

He didn’t even need to anything. One of those mom looks had her confessing everything.

“ I cant, my heart is in my throat, I cannot sleep, you are still injured , what if something happens? “

A week constantly on the run, looking over her shoulder, not just her own life , her darlings in her hands aswell. Despite Leonardo being extremely capable of protecting the both of them, she was still struggling to hand over the reins, to trust that he could.

Every time she closed her eyes she seen his face , the face he made when he thought she had left him for good.

The face he made, the Hurt, the betrayal as she administered the first aid.

Heard his bouts of pain as she helped him.

God, she thought she was gonna loose him, day after day of him not waking up. Now that she had a minute to think, to not be on guard, she felt overwhelmed. She had never seen Leonardo so ruled by emotions , had never seen him so close to being lost forever.

She didn’t have to say anything, he tilted his head before apprehensively reaching out an arm. Taking a soft grip of her hand , he guided her towards where he sat.

He had folded down the passenger seat so he had a better view out of one and only window. His shell pressed firmly against the wall of the van. He sat cross legged, how he would when he would meditate.

Guiding her into his lap, her back flush against his plastron. Carefully he caged her in with his brutish arms. His chin resting gently on the crown of her head. “ I thought I was going to lose you.” She whispered, Barely audible yet he heard. “ but you didn’t And you won’t. He assured her, that arrogant cockiness creeping back to chase off her fears. His cheek moving to lean against her head. He smiled then , a great big hand coming to thread through her hair, smoothing out any tangles along the way. “ you did so good , I’m so proud of you. Thankyou for saving me.” Kissing the crown of her head for extra measure. She hummed in response. “ your welcome I suppose.” She responded, somewhat sarcastically , a little grin curling the corner of her lips. He chuckled, the delicious vibration thrumming through her.

“ I love you, Leo.” She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, when she looked up she was met with the most awe inspiring ocean eyes. His crows feet evident from how his lips curved up. “ and I love you.” He said it so effortlessly.

Leaning forward he kissed her so softly, so delicately. He could feel her relief in the kiss, she could feel his warmth. It was short and chaste. He would have no more distractions.

“ now sleep.” He ordered softly “ Let me take it from here.”

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Leo x Fem!reader

Sideline Secrets

Warnings: bits of insecure reader in the beginning, so much pining, spelling mistakes, seriously so much pining, some very steamy kisses and comments at the end *hair tuck*,

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“Fire and Ice”

CHAPTER 3: “when everything took a turn”

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“This city is what I love most. The people, are who I give my life to. Tonight I failed. I’ll never forget it.”

We began our short walk to my apartment. Usually late walks like this in the city would terrify me, but I couldn’t help but feel safe with Aprils presence. The conversations didn’t stop flowing. We found ourselves walking way slower trying to absorb each others time.

Her phone buzzed.

I couldn’t read her face well. She looked hesitant to answer it. “I’m really sorry.” She said. “I have to take this.”

I nodded with a smile. “Girl it’s good.” I said.

”Hello?… With a friend why?…” She tried to talk quiet for some reason. It made no sense to me because we were outside in the city. There was plenty of noise. “Leo sorry Im having a hard time hearing you… what? Where?…” She stopped walking and I saw the concern painted across her face.

I leaned in closer wanting to know what was going on. Her eyes changed many directions listening to whoever this “Leo” person was.

”Shit! Okay Leo I’m on it.” She hung up her phone.

”Everything okay?” I questioned. Her face looked contemplated. She was formulating carefully what she was going to say.

”Yeah it’s just, that was one of my friends and he really needs my help.” Her eyes had trouble keeping eye contact with me. I tried not to push her. As desperately as I wanted to know what was going on, I figured it wasn’t my place to ask. After all, I’ve only known this girl for two days.

”It’s okay.” I said a little too quickly. “Do you need a ride? It’s dark out.” Her body fidgeted even more. 

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I’m just going to take the subway.” She said. I felt off. I knew she wasn’t trying to ditch me, but with what I go through at school it was hard not to think it. I pushed the thought out of my head. This was clearly an emergency.

“Okay.” I said adjusting the bag on my shoulder. “I’ll see you at class?”

Her face beamed. I faint sigh of relief escaped my lips.

”Of course! We’ll have to do this again.” She said. “I’ll see you around.”

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I walked into the entrance of my apartment. I shuffled my keys around anxiously ready to come home to my cat and get some sleep.

”Damn it.” My keys are really at the bottom of my bag. Scrambling around as I walked to my door, I walked into a large figure.

”Nice to see you babe.” His voiced rattled down my spine possibly sending me into the worst anxiety attack.

I looked into Levi’s eyes. They were sharper than a blade and darker than a black hole.

”Levi… what are you-“

”Where the fuck have you been?!” His voice demanding and his breath emerged in beer. 

“I was out with a friend.” I answered being sure not to give Aprils name away. He had a beautiful reputation of formulating ways for people to hate me. I didn’t want April to be one of them.

I tried to get to my door, but he forcefully blocked me with his arm.

”A friend huh? You dress up that nice for a friend. I didn’t even know you had any.” His insult made my blood boil. He knew he was the reason I was alone. A perfect manipulator.

”Yeah no thanks to you. Now let me through!” I said angrily. I tried to push past him, but he aggressively grabbed my wrist. Squeezing it until the was purple. His drunken face was only inches from me.

Terrified is an understatement.

Blood rushed to my ears as my brain went numb preparing for what ever he was about to do to me.

Every breath of his on me was hot in the most disturbing way.

”Let me go now!” I pronounced every word with perfect diction. I never raised my voice at him. Tonight was the night everything was going to change. I raised my voice on purpose in hopes a neighbor would hear and call 911. He slammed me against the wall on the other side of the highway. Hand against my throat.

”You don’t get to tell me what to do!” He screamed. His necklace dangled over my face. That stupid necklace he wore everywhere.

He lowered his face to me and tightened his grip on my throat.

Now I was suffocating. There was no calling for help now. I struggled and tried to kick my way out of it.

I hacked up my spit and spat as hard as I could in his eye. His grip released and I kicked him in his privates.

My vision was dizzy as I gasped so desperately for air.

Run Eve! You gotta run!!

My legs knew what to do. I ran as fast as I could away from him. Making it down stairs and out the door. He screamed my name as he ran towards me. He was an athlete, it wasn’t going to be long until he caught up to me.

As I ran I reached into my bag for my phone and pressed the power button on the side five times to call 911.

I ran corner to corner. Every which way to try and through him off. I heard his footsteps behind me. This felt like a nightmare.

”911 what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher said.

”I’m… being chased!” I said through my breath. “Please! Send help before he-“ 

I tripped!

My head smacked against the concrete. And my arms slipped from bracing my fall. I was covered in scrapes and bruises maybe a concussion two.

I slowly and wobbly tried to stand up. My hand shot to my throbbing and bleeding head. Vision blurry as all hell.

Wheres my phone? I looked around for my phone.

I turned around and jumped.

Levi had me cornered along with several of his friends. I walked back slowly un knowing of what my next move was. I felt like my life was a ticking time bomb. And right now… time was up.

Three of his friends held me down against the building. Levi walked slowly to me licking his lips. My head pounded almost as much as my heart did. Every step closer built up more fear and anticipation.

”You know Eve, you almost got away there didn’t you?” He chuckled. “You just always have to disobey me. Hmm. It’s a shame.” His finger traced my jaw and over my quivering lips. “What do you think we should do with her boys?” My eyes shot open.

This was it. This is how I was going to die. I just hope what ever they did, it was painless and quick.

”It can’t be any worse than being with you.” I scoffed.

I felt a punch land my jaw. My mouth filled with blood. And my vision began to blur. 

Another punch and a kick to my stomach made me cry out in pain. A bunch of assortments of punches and kicks continued until my vision started going black. 

I fell to the ground as arms loosened around me. My head smacked the ground again. I heard my surrounding captors scream. I opened my one lone working eye open to see the commotion.

A very blurred man. A HUGE man. Fighting the boys who almost ended my life. He knocked them all lifeless to the ground.

A wave of pain struck my whole body, especially my head. I couldn’t hold myself up any more. I rested against the cold concrete that eventually felt warm and fuzzy. I was indescribably sleepy.

Two large hands carefully moved me over to my back. I wanted to move, but my body felt paralyzed. I tried to open my eyes but they were glued shut. The only senses I had was my hearing.

”Miss? Are ya alive?” I heard the roughest yet kindest voice of my life. I tried to move even a finger to let my rescuer know I was okay, but even that was impossible.

I felt his fingers against my neck searching for a pulse. My neck stung from his touch and it made my body pulse.

”Oh thank fucking god.” He sighed in relief. He scooped me up and my body limped. He’s really strong. I held up as long as I could before I completely passed out.

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Raphael’s POV

This was a bad idea, but what choice did I have? I was doing my part of patrol as per fearless’s orders. I jus know he’s gonna have something sly to say about this. Him in that cocky attitude of his. I tied up the foot members for cops to take care of. If I had it my way I would have completely slaughtered them.

I collected the girls bag and held her over my shoulder to get her somewhere safe. She needed help, and I had no idea what kind of shape she was in.

I carried her to the roof top. She was as light as a feather. I placed her bag under her head. Her face was swelling bad. Especially around her eyes.

I wanted so bad to hurt myself for failing this girl. I should have been quicker, but now wasn’t the time to loath. I quickly dialed the phone.

”What is it Raph?!” Leo said in his obnoxious voice of his. I heard crashing through the phone.

”Leo. Brother. I need you or Donnie!” I said looking at this helpless young girls beaten up body.

”Ughhh! What did you do?” He said through his sparring. I growled.

”There’s no time for questions fearless, I need ya down here now! This girl got attacked and I dunno how much time she’s got.!” Leo took a bit to answer and I heard him grunt again.

”God Damn it Raph! Turn your location on. I’ll send Donnie and April.” Leo then abruptly hung up the phone.

I heard her cry. I turned around and my heart shattered. I ran to her.

”It’s okay girl. I’m not gunna let anything happen to ya.” She struggled to stay vigilant. Her body began to shake. I didn’t know what to do.

I held her hand.

“It’s okay. We’re gonna get you help. I’m right here.” Her body was beyond frail. Cheeks flushed. The marks and bruises painted across her body and face remained permanent in my brain. I hated failing people. This city is what I love most. The people, are who I give my life to. Tonight I failed. I’ll never forget it.

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SYNOPSIS

Anastasia Hall never had things easy in her life. Born and raised in New York City as an orphan her whole childhood, she's developed a good layer of thick skin along with a remarkable street intelligence. Although she was never adopted in her younger years, her high school boyfriend, Zayne Sacks got her through her troubled years.

As she mourns Zaynes tragic and sudden death, she digs to find the truth behind it and stumbles across realities bigger than she could imagine, and also some new unusual friends. One being named Leonardo. Join them on their heartfelt journey as they discover each others pasts and try to navigate their supernatural force that binds them. Will they be able to overcome their differences? How will her past affect their love?

CAST

Nina Dovrev as Anastasia Hall

Madeleine Petch as April O'Neil

Pete Ploszek as Leonardo Hamato

Noel Fisher as Michelangelo Hamato

Jeremy Howard as Donatello Hamato

Alan Ritchson as Raphael Hamato

PROLOGUE

The sirens engulf my surroundings. What was once a headache became a white noise needed to get some sleep. I lay in bed letting my beating heart pound against my chest as it pulsates to my ears.

It's happening again. Another sleepless night. With a hard sigh, I turn over to the cold side of my pillow in attempt to numb my mind to absurdities I've had to overcome.

Life was never handed to me on a golden platter. Originally from uptown Brooklyn, but I've bounced around to different parts of the city throughout different foster homes. I now reside in Manhattan. I was brought up in such conditions you wouldn't even believe were legal. From school to school and home to home, one can only guess how hard of a shell I've developed. I wasn't always a good kid. I never had a lot of means to survive. I had become very equipped in learning how these streets operate and I willing did pretty much anything I had to survive at the time. None of which I'm proud of. A lot of my piers would say I'm rough around the edges, but the facade I've developed overtime was a direct result of survival of the fittest. My sarcasm, dark humor and seamless poker face were the essence of my internal protection.

I gripe again still unable to keep my eyes shut. I found myself in the same position I've been in for most nights. Heartbrokenly lonely, even though, I'll most likely never admit to it. I preferred to do absolutely everything in life alone. It was safer that way. The cities crime has escalated far past what the police force can control. I was living in a real life purge. Only, it never ended. The only upside to it, was that I could get away with most. I also thoroughly enjoyed my little vigilante nights.

What once started as a small curiosity and a search for truth, slowly turned into me becoming a full time vigilante. Through all the dispare and guilt I hold in my heart. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm making some kind of difference, or in certain cases any difference at all. The adrenaline I feel from nights of danger will often times be the single emotion I can feel after going numb.

The adrenaline is like a drug to me, the fear of death is a toxic gamble I always willingly participate in.

Deep down I know, there's absolutely nothing for me to lose.

It usually starts with nights like tonight where I'm completely wide eyed and ice cold inside.

After losing my battle for sleep once more, I decide to be productive with my night. I revert from my bed and make my way to the window. I looked a gaze to the city that I had a love hate relationship with. I'm 21 now. And live alone in an obscenity small apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Overpriced as any apartment would be in the city, but I specifically picked it for the view. I lived on the top floor, and when I wanted to, I could climb out to the rusty stairs by my window and climb to the top. The wind will hit my face and catch my breath, the lights of the city illuminate and help me forget the nightmare I'm surrounded by. This small, disheveled place was honestly the closest thing I had to a home ever in my life. Its cracked ceilings and cigarette stained walls gave it character. I am someone who can find the good in things most people can't.

However after everything I've been through, growing up in the slums of New York, nothing could prepare me for the loss of my boyfriend, Zayne.

I peeped at my clock behind me and it was 11pm. Next to it was an eviction notice I angrily crumpled up and then straightened out again. I was officially 3 months behind on rent. I owed exactly 9 thousand dollars by the end of the week or I'd have to find a new place to live.

Fortunately, I was really good at getting fast money. Not in the ways most people would approve of. Either through a good gamble or complete long a job for someone, I usually could make up money fast when I needed to. After the death of Zayne, I found myself digging deeper and deeper into a whole of recklessness. I never apologize for it.

My mind raced 24/7 it seemed. Between the rising crime in my city and just overcoming the death of a loved one, it was enough to make me physically ill, or in this case, unable to sleep.

When I think of Zayne, I can feel my stomach compress. I feel a wave a pressure run through my chest.

My body shook beneath me.

When I lost him, my entire soul went with it.

My heart sunk deep into my chest causing me to heave.

He's gone. He's never coming back. And I am completely and wholeheartedly alone. It was never supposed to be this way, often times I tortured myself from thinking of him so much. But the pain was always a reminder that he was real. That our love could survive even after death.

But that's why I had a very specific mission.

To find his killer.

Zayne Alaric Sacks. Died at 21 by a gunshot to the head. Immediately ruled as suicide without any investigation. Anyone who was close to him would know he suffered from depression, but would never go to the steaks of suicide. When I heard the ruling, I immediately knew something was off.

After months of tracking and playing vigilante, and ruling out every and any possibility. I narrowed it down a common denominator.

The only group of people I knew powerful enough to just so easily get away with murder right in front of the public eye.

An ancient Japanese clan that everyone knew as "The Foot." In which they inherited the name by seemly stepping on every soul and industry in the city. And the clan was growing at a wider rate, trickling their way into our legislation, law enforcement, stock share holders, and young adults. And just about nothing was being done to stop it.

I have been tracking their whereabouts for months. Coming to a dead end every single time. I needed to catch them slipping up. Just once. Lately I've noticed a pattern in The Foot's robberies. I had every aspect mapped out along my wall, trying my best to pinpoint their next move.

Deep down I knew none of this would ever bring Zayne back, but for the sake of his justice I knew I had to do it. I turned up the police scanner in my room as I did every single night. Turning and tuning waiting for my chance.

It's a Saturday night in September. A perfect and clear night for some crime.

And then a devilish smile allured my face.

Armed robbery in upper manhattan with hostages. Exactly where I'd predicted.

"Let's fucking go." I got into my usual all black. Armed with a hidden pistol under my jacket. And a few daggers in my boots. My mood shifted as my adrenaline overtook my nerves making me feel alive again.

God I love this vigilante shit!

I hopped on my motorcycle that I specifically bought for these occasions. Easy to ditch both the cops and enemies. It took me a few months to get the hang of it, and I still drive it pretty bad. But to me it was all in good fun.

I reved my bike, letting the vibrations stimulate my body, enhancing the rising adrenaline. I was focused as I was reaching my destination, attempting to get there before the cops could. I parked my bike about a block from the scene, following the blue flashing lights.

I needed to scan my surroundings before I got any closer. I scrunched my nose and scrutinized every sense.

I need a better view.

The array of gun shots, sirens and yells echoed off the walls of each city building. I found a nearby fire escape and began to climb letting the cold, wet rust flake onto my hands. When I was finally able to get a good view I got tingly inside.

I saw the foot before my eyes coming in straight from the top of the bank. That would be my entrance as well.

My motive tonight was different from most. It wasn't to stop the crime, it was to find more information. But if I'm able to completely stop the robbery that would just be an added bonus.

The cold air burnt my lungs as I climbed back down. And ran like hell to get there as fast as I could.

The cops had yet to invade the scene and get the robbers.

Typical.

I was impatient and immediately started climbing to the top. Completely in shock that I haven't been spotted yet. As I was climbing I looked above the building and saw what looked like more large figures getting in from the top of the building.

And I say "large figures." Because from what little I saw they didn't look human.

I've heard rumors of The Foot performing various amounts of experiments on humans and animals. So I knew there was a slight possibility that mutations of the sort existed.

I shook my head at the possibility. It had to have just been overly geared up Foot Soldiers. I gulped nervously as I reached the top. I slowly peaked my eyes along the roof to make sure I was alone.

There I observed a perfect circular hole they must have drilled from the top. The technology they would have had to use to cut this without making a sound while doing it in a timely manner would be unheard of.

I took a breath before hopping down, knowing the mess I was getting into. When I dropped down I was in a dark room. I searched for my gun breathing softly, quickly observing my surroundings. I found the nearest exit and tip toed to the side of the door hiding my self. I peaked out along the hallway.

All clear. I just have to move slowly, and quietly.

I was ready for a fight. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, I made it

To the end of the hall towards what I am guessing would be the main room in the bank.

I heard a single creak behind me and my heart skips a beat, knowing that who ever is behind me is most likely armed.

The creak wasn't close enough for me to attack them, so I fight my hesitation and pretend I don't hear them.

As the creaks get closer my heart beats louder, now I have to gamble my life off of my pure instincts. And this is the adrenaline I lived for. This simple moment of life or death was the darkest pleasure of mine.

I feel them on the right.

I take a swift step behind me leaning right and backwards head boo them.

I hit my target perfectly! I turn around to see my first Foot Clan member directly in front of me. His gun is pointed down from being caught of guard. I kick the gun out of his hand and direct my gun to him, cornering him into the wall.

I can't kill him. I need his information.

I pin him hard against the wall. Gun pointed as I knee his groin.

I rip his mask off to reveal what looked like a teenager. No older than 15.

The Foot is really sending out children to do their dirty work.

The young boy shook underneath me. Terrified that I would end his life. My face softened. My fun was ruined.

"It's okay." I loosened my grip. "I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded his head. "Tell me where your clan is located at. Who is your leader behind all of this?"

"Th-they'll kill me if I tell you" he continued to struggle.

"They'll kill you either way. Whether it's purposely, or as a causation of using you for their crimes."

"We are bound by blood, we're a family." He blankly stated. "My masters are my fathers.

I cannot disobey them."

He sounded robotic and brainwashed. And in every way my heart twisted seeing the sight of this young boy who essentially had no essence behind his eyes.

"Then I'll talk to your masters, all you have to do is tell me where to find them."

The boy chuckled devilishly as his eyes remained stone cold.

"One of them is here right now." "When she finds you you're as good as dead."

"We'll see about that." I smiled before I knocked him out with a single punch to the temple.

I heart grieved for this poor boy whose soul was poisoned by the foot clan. I looted his gun which was a lot nicer than mine and ran back down the hallway in hopes to find this "Master."

I heard a commotion of what sounded like fighting down the hall. And ran around as fast as I could. I hid behind the wall, gun pointed up, loaded and ready to go. I heard multiple people screaming.

My breaths were heavy hearing how many foot members there were.

There was no way I could take them all.

I had to scope the situation. I nervously and slowly peeped around to see dozens of Foot Ninjas. All of them were wearing all black with guns and weapons much more deadlier than mine. My heart throbbed against my chest as I saw the hostages laying on the floor, quaking in fear.

The head leader walked around with a mask on. She seemed to be the only woman. I couldn't get a good look at her.

That had to be one of the masters. I tried

To scope every detail and clue that could lead me to their headquarters or any information that could help me at all.

Just then, all of the lights went dark around me. Smoke bombs went off immediately clouding every once of vision I had.

I couldn't see anything.

I had to keep track of the foot. I couldn't lose them again.

Another bomb went off sending me flying back against the wall. When I fell to the floor my body was limp. The fumes burnt my eyes. I heard an ongoing attack. I heard a mix of metal clanking and screaming.

I rose to my feet trying to make something out, but I couldn't.

When the lights flashed back on, all of the hostages were gone and the Foot ninjas were tied up.

Someone fought the foot. And didn't leave a single fucking trace.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Pointing my pistol down to the floor. "The roof!" I concluded.. I immediately ran back to the top. Hearing the fire alarms go off around me. It wouldn't be long until the cops would be here and my butt would be in a lot of fucking trouble. I climbed on the furniture to reach the ceiling and climb to the top hole and back onto the roof.

I had to get out of here!

I climbed down the building exiting the scene. I ran as fast as I could to my bike, as I drove away I shook my head.

Another failed mission.

"Damn it!" I screamed as I turned another corner.

I was so fucking close this time.

As I was driving my bike in distraught, I couldn't help but hate myself again. I had to do better. In had to find Zaynes killer.

I found myself later that night at my favorite local bar, in desperate need to medicate myself with booze.

"Hennessy on the rocks." I ordered. This was Zayne and Is favorite liquor. I instantly remembered him and why I was trying so hard to get him justice. I looked above to the tv casting the news of the robbery I was at before. I shook my head and scoffed taking another painful sip of my drink. Hoping to drown the embarrassment and shame.

I kept replaying what that boy said to me earlier. About how the foot was a "family." It made my spine shiver at the realization of how powerful and intoxicating The Foot clan was.

"Since when are you old enough to drink?" I heard a voice I recognized, but despised with every fiber of my being. This voice belonged to Zaynes older brother, who I've been avoiding like the plegue. Eric Sacks. An inherited millionaire who never came around when it came to his little brother. Zayne was never too fond of Eric, and likewise I trusted there was a good reason for it. Their parents died in a lab explosion when Eric was 18 and Zayne was 2 years old. Eric inherited millions from their family and from the tragedy.

Zayne always gave me clear instructions to stay clear of his older brother. As they never got along well. And I particularly wasn't fond at Eric's perverted attitude towards me to top it all off.

"Didn't see you at the funeral Eric." My eyes slitted and my body tensed. I was convinced Eric Sacks didn't care about anything or anyone unless it involved money or profit.

He sighed as he sat next to me.

"A millionaire can't always be everywhere at the same time." He gloated. "I did see the zoom video and I must say, your speech was really very, touching." He sarcastically slapped his hand to his heart. I wanted to end him right then and there, but I couldn't find Justice for Zayne if I was in prison for single-handedly killing his brother.

I'll behave for now I guess.

I gulped the last of my drink, letting the Henny burn my throat.

I didn't respond to him, the silent treatment will do for now. He squinted his eyes at me.

"You can sit here and be miserable for the rest of your life Anastasia, but I decided to move on." He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "Another Hennessy for miss grumpy pants."

I rolled my eyes un willfully accepting another drink.

"Yeah, well you and I both know that his death wasn't suicide." I cocked my head to the side with a glare. I knew he knew. "No decent human just simply lets that go."

"Hmm.. is that what you think?" My ears were steaming at this point. "Meanwhile you're recklessly playing vigilante every night."

I finally looked at him, shocked that he knew.

"Hey." He continued. "Despite what you think of me, I'm still going to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get killed or something."

"You're the last person I want to keep an eye on me." I scoffed. "At least I'm doing something to try and find more about his death."

"Yeah and you keep looking in all the wrong places." He said as his sipped his wine.

"Why, do you know anything?" I chugged my second drink. Letting it numb my heart.

"Maybe... my loads and loads of money that you hate me for might have pinpointed his murderer. Which is why I've been looking for you." As much as I hated Eric, the fact that he also was looking for Zaynes murderer humbled me a bit. "I know you hate me, and that I've been a dick to you for years but, surly we can find a common ground for justice here."

What in Gods name was he saying?

I looked at him finally to see his eyes soften.

"I'm listening." I painfully admitted.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Foot?" The moment he said that my heart fell into my gut, quite possibly making my whole body shake.

"Who hasn't?" I countered.

"My team were finally able to track the possible killers, but what we found is highly classified." He sighed. "Can I trust you?"

Trust.

Not something I ever wanted to establish with Eric. But for Zaynes sake, I might have to.

"Yes." I choked.

"The Foot has been running experiments on humans and animals for years, they often weaponize them and turn them into monsters. But in this case, four mutant turtles."

"That's sounds crazy." My eyebrows raised at the thought, I was now talking much quieter.

"I thought so too. Tell me though." He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a picture of four large figures on a rooftop. Similar to what I witnessed earlier at the robbery. "Have you seen them before?"

I swallowed hard. Taking the picture from his hands. "Ive seen them before. I just... couldn't depict what they were."

"You've seen them?" His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, are you okay? Were you hurt?" He touched my face, which I immediately turned away from.

"No... they were at the robbery tonight that was all over the news. They were so fast and I missed them." I admitted. I shook my head. "Mutant Turtles?! And you're sure these are the things that killed Zayne?"

"They are the foot's main assassins, they use the mutants because they don't want to risk hurting their own men." It all made sense to me. "Anna. You are single handedly the only person I know who's smart enough to expose them. With my team of highly trained officials and your talent for fighting crime, I think we can finally give my brother the justice he deserves."

"And what exactly would their motive be?" I questioned. "Why would the Foot go after Zayne?"

Eric shook his head and nervously laughed like he knew the truth.

"After I finished college, I found out that our parents did a lot of the Foot's lab work before they died. When our parents found out the wickedness of the Foot the sought to destroy every piece of evidence. I tried to steer clear of the Foot for years, but they were persistent in finding us. The Foot is big on honor and justice. I think they got to him."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No that's crazy! Zayne would have told me something like this!"

"That's because Zayne didn't know about any of it. I was just trying to protect him, but all he did was hate me."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Eric. I don't know about this." I began to get up from my chair, but he grabbed my arm.

"What if I told you that we know where the foot will be tomorrow. We hacked into the foot's system and found their next round of robberies set for tomorrow. With my teams help we can expose them."

"Thank you, but it seems pretty clear that you're the one that needs my help."

"I knew you'd wanna bargain. So how about that nine grand you owe."

I blinked hard.

"How did you?"

"You're not hard to keep tabs on Anna."

I took a heavy sigh. And I don't answer him.

"Okay." I said plainly. "But if I help you it's under my rules. We do exactly as I say." I bargained.

"Anything." He looked in my eyes searching for my terms and conditions.

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Lowkey vent session!

Leonardo × F!Reader w/ Nightmare Disorder

Bad Dreams

He couldn't sleep.

Leonardo was endlessly tired. His eyes closed. But he was stagnant. Just laying here; thinking. Fretting. Totally unable to drift off.

The days events had been stressful, and he was overwhelmed with new information. Leo's mind raced with tactical strategies, leads, and contingency plans- wishing to handle the multitude of new problems NOW. But unfortunately, nothing was going to be solved anytime soon.

Which was all the more reason Leo should be asleep. No gear. No mask. No more new information. Everyone was gone. Asleep.

Leaving him ansty.

But he stayed here. Silent in the dark. The only thing keeping him in bed- fighting the temptation to walk around- was her.

Leo reveled in the warmth radiating at his side. The extra weight on the bed brought him a peace he was still getting used to; listening to her quiet, even breaths. He knew she was staying tonight out of sympathy or worry for what today had wrought- Leo wasn't sure.

She rarely stayed in the sewers for long. Let alone overnight. When he met her, it had bothered him. A flare of indignation and protectiveness would burst in his chest at the fact sometimes, and he had fought to ask why.

But she soon told him the real reason why she never stayed; told him while they were curled up on the couch. She was slumped against him, exhausted and upset, eyes red from crying.

Leo's heart had broken over her tired, nonchalant confession. And even more so at the graphic and horrible details. It got worse and worse, and he had almost asked her to stop.

Which was why now; Leo wasn't surprised when something in her changed.

It was still pitch dark in the room. But her peaceful breathing shifted. Just slightly in the silence. Quickening just enough- to click Leo into high alert, and he blinked his eyes open.

She wasn't awake, but he lifted his head quietly just enough to look at her. His nocturnal eyes could see her clearly, where she was curled away from him. Leo watched her back. Her sides.

Her torso was moving in tiny jerks with her small huffs. Her hand, the one bundled up close to her face holding the blanket, twitched.

Leo watched, saddened. The condition wasn't as dramatic as he had first thought. Always subtle, just like this. Nothing like his night terrors, which would wake him up in a cold sweat, leaving him so paranoid he'd sometimes get up to check on his family. He wouldn't wish it on anyone else.

Hers were so quiet that most of the time, it didn't even break his sleep; that alone being a miracle.

Leo was still watching.

She had explained that it is normal- and they happened every night. A life-long chronic issue, dating all the way back to her first memories. Haunting her night in and night out. Though sickness and in health.

Leo didn't have to wake her every time. She'd even explained that sometimes it was worse to jerk her awake. That it was even more disorienting to have an actual person grabbing and shaking her.

It was always going to be there, she had whispered, and Leo had actually believed her. His critiques, his suggestions and easy fixes dying on his tongue at the way she had been looking at him- like she was sad and resigned. Studying him. Watching for his reaction. Waiting for him to leave.

But Leo was here now. He hoped he always would be. His hand hovering over her arm, in the middle of the night, witnessing just another little fit.

Leo decided he couldn't wait. Couldn't watch.

"Y/n." He whispered. "Y/n, baby." He wiggled her shoulder just a little before he got up, bending his legs, resting on a hip and hand while he leaned over her. "Y/n?"

She blinked her eyes open, then suddenly grabbing for the pillow, squinting in confusion. Leo was there in a heartbeat, petting her back and brushing her hair away from her face. "It's me, it's just me. You're okay."

She sighed, eyes closed again as she slumped back onto the pillows. "Did I wake you up?" She whispered weakly, that pretty voice rough and broken.

"I never fell asleep." Leo moved again, scooting closer and switching his supporting hands, leaning even further over her form. Giving him room to comfortably pet her face and neck. To look at her. To sheild her from the room. "You okay?"

"Yeah." she said easily, eyes still closed.

Leo learned early on that prying for the details of a nightmare would only exhaust and hurt both of them. Sometimes, it even scared Leo, though he would never admit it.

"Need me to keep you up?" Leo offered instead.

She twitched, as if not expecting the question. She opened an eye, and Leo gave her a small smile, still petting her face. "I can keep you up."

"You sure you're not tired?" She asked.

"Yep." Leo whispered and leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. "I'm right here. C'mon. Turn around."

She did as told, scooting around as he fell back into the sheets. This was always Leo's favorite part. They slotted together with practiced efficancy, and Leo buzzed with satisfaction at having her curled up under his chest and arm. Like perfect puzzle pieces. A position that allowed comfort for both him and the shell. And unlimited nuzzles and kisses to her head.

"Want to hear what's keeping me awake?" He asked.

"Yes, please." She muttered into his chest, then rested a hand over his collar bone. Pressing lightly there. "Thank you."

Anything for you. Always.

Leo pressed one last, sad kiss to his girlfriends head. Then he relaxed into her and the mattress, filling the dark with his quiet voice

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Fire and Ice

Chapter 2

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I walked to my apartment swiftly with a pit of excitement in my stomach. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a genuine friend to hang out with. Probably since high school. But taking into consideration I came from Florida, naturally none of my friends were here.

My mom begged me for months to not move here to New York, but I was longing to experience something different.

However the other main reason I moved was because Levi convinced me to come with him. He said our relationship would take a toll being so far apart, and I agreed with him at the time, but the more time goes on here I’m starting to see his manipulations.

I really thought I would have found my group in college, well now I’m a sophomore and it still never happened. I was super stoked to find out Sophomores could live without room mates and I took up the offer fast. And trust me when I say it was worth the extra money. 

I used to be so friendly, some even called me a party girl. Now any moment I can have alone and away from everything I take it.

I walked into my apartment and received a welcome from my cat. This was my safe space. It wasn’t much, the sink barely worked half the time, there were cracks all over the ceiling and my neighbors were loud, but it was mine. I walked to the bathroom to take off my makeup. When I looked in the mirror, that’s when my heart fell to pieces. The bruise on my face was painfully way more obvious than I thought. It was more developed and purple. 

Everyone in my classes today definitely saw it, including my professor who was always so painfully rude to me. I never understood why. I’ve made the Deans list consecutively since I’ve started here. I was always a good student.

I took a moment to observe my eye.

It stung to the touch. A tear fell from my eyes when I looked at the mess Levi created. I tried so hard to remember the incident but I didn’t. My brain now was trained to block out any memory of him hurting me. This was good for my sake. If he wasn’t the only person I had here, leaving would be much more simpler.

BUZZ BUZZ

Speaking of the devil.

Levi’s name popped up on my screen. This was the first time all day he tried talking to me all day. A simple press of the “F-you” button was enough for me.

I put both of my hands on the sides of the sink and I held in a cry. I was trapped and there was no way of getting out.

BUZZ BUZZ

Just as I expected. He was spam calling me. And he won’t stop until I answer. I’ve tried ignoring him in the past, but it either ends up when him at my door ready to hurt me or a call from the police.

There was nothing I could do to get away from him. I learned to survive by just doing what he says and pretending I enjoyed his company.

At least until I found a way out of this mess.

I sighed and sniffled. I pulled myself together fast. He didn’t deserve to hear me cry.

I regrettably answered the phone.

”H-hello?” 

“Eve? Baby? Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Yeah right. Worried I’m going to call the cops probably.

”I’m fine Levi, please just leave me alone.” That was probably the wrong this to say. Any sound of irritation could lead to more trouble and my face couldn’t handle any more.

”Babe wait. Talk to me please.” His voice sounded sloppy like it did last night. He had to have been drinking again. Go figure. His tone gave me flashbacks. I felt my hand shake.

I needed to hold it together.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I said looking in the mirror. Maybe this time I could be strong enough to leave, but leaving could land me seriously hurt or worse.

”Yes there is. Look… I’m sorry okay?”

”Sorry doesn’t change the bruises on my face!” My voice began to raise.

”What are you talking about?” He questioned. He quickly dropped the innocent persona he was giving.

”You know what you did. Everybody saw it.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. I found myself holding my hand over my mouth blocking the sound of my cries.

God I hate confrontation. It felt so dangerous with him.

“Ugh! See Eve!! This is what I hate about you. You’re always making stuff up to make me feel like the bad guy!” He yelled.

Making stuff up?! I literally have a bruise on my face! Is he crazy?!

“Levi! I’m literally looking at the bruise on my face right now!” My voice became raspy. 

“I didn’t even hit you that hard. You’re such a drama queen. This is why everybody hates you! You should be grateful I even put up with you. You’re such a god damn narcissist Eve!” Hearing his words again put a pit in my stomach. I knew deep down he was just manipulating me, but I couldn’t help the feeling that maybe he was right.

maybe I really was the problem.

He’s definitely left bigger bruises on my body than this. Maybe he just felt disrespected.

”You’re right…” I said in a broken tone. “I-I’m sorry.” I began to cry.

There was a long pause.

”I care about you Eve. I don’t want us to fight. Just please stop making me yell at you.” My mind went numb. I knew he didn’t care, but I was trapped. Who else did I have? 

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said without any life to my voice. I clearly wasn’t sorry, at this point I just said anything to keep him calm and to keep him from banging on my door.

”Where are you? You’re not drinking are you?” I wanted more than anything to just get off the phone with this guy.

”No Levi, I’m home. You know I don’t like to drink. I need to go now. I’m tired and I’ve barely slept.” I lied. 

“Okay then, just be careful. I love you.” Those words spatted out so easily for someone who clearly didn’t love me. It was the fineness to his voice that always stopped me in my tracks.

”I- I love you too.” Was this true? I don’t know. I did love him at some point, but how many hits to the jaw can you take before you lose all feelings?

I hung up the phone and fell back words on my bed. I looked at the pictures of my family hanging on my wall. I loved them dearly and I missed them a lot.

My mom is the most humble woman I’ve ever met. A cancer surviver who has been battling breast cancer for about 5 years now. Part of me feels guilty not being home, but doctors said she only has a few treatments left before she’s hopefully cancer free.

My dad is just as wonderful. He’s a youth councilor and helps young teenagers. He didn’t make the most money, we never lived lavishly, but he always worked hard to provide for our small family. He always made sure I was able to dance and do all the art clubs in my school and was my biggest supporter. He was at every single school event, art show, dance recital you name it. 

I shut my eyes tight reminiscing of what use to be. I missed my friends, I missed my family. A tear rolled down my cheek into my ear. This isn’t how life is suppose to be. 

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The next day arose. The sounds of sirens and car horns woke me up like clockwork. My cat was nuzzled in my armpit which was his usual spot. I gave him a pet and kissed his little forehead. I walked to my bathroom and began to brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I was beyond excited to hang out with April today. Her spirit was almost just as beautiful as she was. I just hope she likes me. 

I sorted through my closet and landed on a yellow sundress with pink flowers. I loved dressing up. This dress always brought out the golden accents in my hair and made me feel like a princess.

I twirled around in my mirror. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn something nice. Levi never liked when I wore dresses in public because it was “too revealing”. My heart sunk at the thought of Levi. 

BUZZ BUZZ

I unlocked my phone to see a message from Levi.

”Good morning baby.”

I left it on delivered unknowing if I wanted to respond or not.

It can wait.

I went into the bathroom to style my hair and do my makeup. I curled my golden hair and did a light wash of makeup. I used concealer to hide the bruise near my eye. Rosy cheeks and feathered brows always complimented my face. I added some mascara and lip gloss to my rose fleshed lips. 

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Admiring my feminine features. I forgot how beautiful I could look. Before I moved here I would dress up almost every day. I was the girl who always wore skirts to school, who always had their makeup done and who decorated their notebooks.

Later on, I found myself so engulfed in Levi’s capture, that I truly lost myself in every aspect. I shook my head and tried to maintain myself.

Today was going to be a good day, I reminded myself.

I received a text from April and my face lit up.

”Hey girl! Just wondering if we’re still on for today. Meet me at the front of the school? 🫶🏼“

”Of course! I’m starting to head out now. I’ll be there in 15 :)” I responded. I got a little gitty inside. 

I had a car, but manhatten was so crowded that driving at this time would be hell. I lived almost next to the campus anyways so it wouldn’t be a problem.

I locked my doors and headed out to see April. The city truly was beautiful. It had a magic to it that you couldn’t find in Florida. My heals clicked among the sounds of passing people and busy streets. Around me were people faintly speaking every language possible, leaving me in awe at the wonderful culture.

I arrived to the front of the school, where I had met April yesterday. I patiently waited for her arrival. 

“Eve!” I heard a bright voice call. I whipped my head around and saw April shining brighter than the sun. Her essence radiates from every angle. She waved as she ran to say hi.

”Hey!” I said as she embraced me in the most welcoming hug. 

“It’s so good to see you!” She said as if she’s known me for years. “Oh my god look at you! You look so cute!” She exclaimed.

Easy for her to say with how incredibly beautiful she was. She looked like a movie star. Her face was perfectly angled, skin smooth and seamless like porcelain.

”Stop it! You’re actually the sweetest!” I said.

I of course gave her a whole tour of the campus as we walked around talking and getting to know each other. I told her about my family and why I moved up here to pursue journalism.

She told me of her life living in New York and through the loss of her dad. My heart sank because I wouldn’t know what I would do if I ever lost my family.

We finally made it to the coffee shop. It wasn’t a fan favorite of the students because it was small, run down and had a limited menu. But it was quiet and became a great place to get away and study outside of my apartment and to stay away from Levi when I needed it.

”Eve! Darling how are you doing today?” The store owner knew me very well because I of course was a regular customer. He was another reason I loved coming here.

”I’m doing great Mr Francisco! This is my new friend April. I may have told her you guys have the best chai around.” I winked.

”Ahhh don’t worry. I will make you the best chai in all of Manhattan.” He said in his beautiful Italian accent. “And for you my dear, you will try it for free.” 

April lit up in her charming beauty. She was a gracious character for sure. Her energy I admired.

”Thank you so much sir.” April thanked with her hand on her heart.

”And the usual for you my dear?” He said to me.

”Of course! Thank you!” I said to my dear friend.

”Ahhh don’t you worry Eve I will put extra extra salted caramel for you.” He said practically dancing away to his latte machine. He made our drinks with absolute love and we made our way to sit.

Mr Francisco always used antique China imported from Italy. His tables were rustic and his chairs were always super cushiony. This coffee shop was like a second home.

”He is the sweetest man.” April said leaning over the table. Her voice was almost as angelic as her face if that’s not weird to say.

“He really is.” I sighed. I was a girl of a few words. I hadn’t had any healthy interactions in almost 2 years. This was hard for me.

”So can I ask you something personal?” She asked getting closer to me and lowering her voice.

”Of course!” I said. I took a sip of my chai too early because it slightly burnt the tip of my tongue.

”You haven’t mentioned one thing about Levi at all today.” She said disheartened.

My heart hurt thinking about it. Surly I didn’t want to put all the pressures of my abusive boyfriend on this poor girl our first night hanging out. I decided I wouldn’t go into much detail, but still be honest with her.

”Well umm. He doesn’t really treat me very well.” I said uncomfortably.

Aprils face softened with concern.

”What do you mean?” She said as she took a sip of her tea.

”He umm is kind of… abusive.” I said as my stomach tied in knots.

April almost choked on her tea. She put her cup down flabbergasted.

”Eve. Darling. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” She said almost breaking a tear.

“I mean yes, but no.” I said shamefully. “After the way he beat my face in the other night all I want to do is leave, I’m just too scared.” 

I unfortunately ended up telling April everything about me and Levi. About how he kept me from having friends. His emotional and physical abuse and so on. I was insanely shocked at how much she listened and wanted to help me. 

“I would have never guess you were going through all of that.” She said. “And on top of that your mom is battling cancer.” She said as we got up to leave the coffee shop. We walked outside and a slight chill came upon us. It was starting to get dark out.

”It’s okay. I want to leave him I just don’t know how. I don’t feel safe.” I said. 

“You know I have my own place if you need to stay with someone. It’s a little further from campus, but if you don’t feel safe you could always come to my place for as long as you need.” She said as she walked aside me.

”Really? You would do that?” I stoped walking for a moment. This girl really was so kind and charitable. She was everything I’ve always wanted to be, if not better. 

“Of course! Cmon I’ll walk you home.” She said.

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leo has spent his entire life curating an image for himself. the Leader with the plan, who always knows the right thing to do, who always has the exact words his brothers need to hear at just the right time. a firm hand to guide, an ear to listen, a voice to inspire hope.

even when he stumbles, it’s controlled. quiet in such a way that not even his brothers, who share a roof and food and clothes and blood, realize it. leo doesn’t fall apart, he can’t, because the foundation that crumbles brings down the entire house.

maybe it’s your outsider perspective that gives you insight. you see it in the way he doesn’t bother to wrap his still-bleeding knuckles after hours in the dojo, silently sliding over the last slice of pizza to his orange-clad baby brother, forgoing fun nighttime outings in exchange for more training, suddenly excusing himself from conversations of harrowing night patrols so that no one can see the hiccup in his breathing growing and growing until the memories threatens to engulf him.

the way he rejects himself over and over is so familiar, a mirror reflection that moves in time with your own movements, and oh, it hurts to see it. but you do it anyway because you have never met someone more worth looking at than him.

maybe he sees it in you too—or maybe he just needs something, someone, to notice him, even if he would rather die than admit it. but eventually, he allows you to silently bandage his bleeding knuckles and kiss the spaces between his fingers until their trembling ceases and the shudder of his breathing quiets. when you find him pacing at night, restlessly walking between his brothers bedrooms, he stops resisting you as you gently pull him back to bed and drown out his racing thoughts with the sound of your own rhythmic heartbeat.

you don’t fix him, you wouldn’t dream of it because you love him and loving isn’t the same as fixing—but you kiss his scars with as much tenderness as his lips, and something in him heals each time.

he confesses to you one sleepless night under a hazy new york sky that he doesn’t know the difference between loved and being used.

i don’t either, you tell him. but i would like to learn.