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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 2 years

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left the house shattered, it hurt so bad

Title taken from the poem Left the House by Gottfried Benn, translated by Michael Hofmann.

Prompt: Hide

TMNT 2012.

(tw implied csa, implied rape, trauma, blood, injury, mental health issues, emotional manipulation, internalized victim blaming, implied child abuse, physical/emotional abuse, implied child grooming, possible suicide attempt)

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There's blood on her thighs this morning.

Karai can feel it dripping down her legs as she makes her way through the house, droplets staining the floor. Her feet are still silent, but her movements are stiff and awkward as she picks her way through the house, biting her lip against the pain which flares with every step.

It's still dark out, shadows spilling through the little garden behind their house. Karai makes her way down the steps and picks through the underbrush, ignoring the roots and stones that scrape her bare feet. In the distance she can hear animals rustling and murmuring to each other, the sound drifting on the wind like ghosts.

Someone passes behind the window and Karai presses her back to a tree, biting her lip. She waits until they're gone before moving on with a deep breath, fists clenched and trembling at her sides.

Karai's not interested in running away; she would never do that to her father (she couldn't get away if she tried). But right now, she feels raw and scratched up inside, and all she wants to do is to disappear. She doesn't want to be seen by anyone: not the servants, not the guards, not even her father.

You're a woman now, her father had told her. But Karai doesn't feel like a woman. She feels very small and young and weak, and so vulnerable it hurts almost as badly as the ache between her legs. And lying in bed beside her father this morning had made everything worse, so she'd decided to leave, if only for a little while.

Her feet slap awkwardly against the glass as she fumbles through the shadow; she'd probably still sound very quiet to a normal person, but to ninja this level of noise is unacceptable. Her father would be furious at her if he was here.

But he isn't. At least, she can tell herself that, like she can't feel the ghosts of his fingers in her hair or his teeth on his neck, like she can't hear his voice interwoven with the rustling breeze. Like a part of him doesn't live under her skin, now, buried in her body until the end of the time.

She knows that that's a good thing, of course. Her father had explained to her the importance of strengthening the bond between master and student, father and daughter, leader and heir. How they needed to not just simply know each other, but feel each other, right down to the bone.

Physically speaking, it wasn't...that bad, really. She's dealt with worse battle wounds, more brutal training sessions. The pain is a bit of a bitch to deal with right now, but it won't kill her, won't even require serious medical intervention. It's really only a little worse than her period, which she finished a few days ago.

That was when I knew you were ready, he said last night and is saying in her hands and might keep saying forever. She opens her tongue and his breath is spilling into her mouth, declarations of love and eternal fidelity, her mother's name poured into her mouth like fine wine (she doesn't understand the appeal of wine; it always seems so bitter).

Karai reaches down, rubs her finger along blood-soaked cloth. The nightgown is ruined, but her father can replace it. He can replace anything, anyone, except for her. She's special.

She lifts her finger, looks at the red glistening there. She cut herself in this very garden last week, when her father took her out to work with the plants. He does this sometimes, encouraging her to strengthen her bond with living things, to find peace in the simple act of grubbing in the soil. She'd rolled her eyes and he'd smiled, in a tender mood for once.

Now his fingerprints are written on her skin and a childish part of her doesn't want to read what they have to say, wants to pretend that the man who showed her how to tend flowers and the man who pinned her to the bed last night aren't the same. If she was softer, younger, she'd wrap herself in Shini's tales of demon possession and safely supernatural monsters (but she won’t, she won’t let her memories of Shini anywhere near what happened last night, and vice versa).

Karai sucks on her finger, tastes the sweetbitter blood. She's had blood on her hands since she was six years old, she's had broken arms and fractured ribs, she's been poisoned and starved and quite frantically tortured as part of her endurance training. And she's survived it all, because she knows that it was all meant to turn her into the soldier her father needed, the queen who would safeguard his legacy.

What happened last night will make her stronger, better. She knows this objectively, but her body is a twisting current of fear and nausea right now and objectivity is hard to come by. There's sweat trickling down her temples, in time with the blood spattered around her feet like rubies.

Karai wriggles her bare feet in the dirt and smooths her hands over her nightgown, picking at the fabric. Her father has been talking about getting her a new one, a new everything. She needs new clothes for her developing woman's body, needs a new way of living and thinking.

It's time to grow up, he'd told her last night, in the moments before her memories grew dark and hazy. You must get rid of your childish fears.

But she's still afraid now. Did it not work?

She rounds a corner and blinks, heart stuttering as something flashes in the gray morning light--but hush, hush, it's only their little pond. He's not here. And even if he was, she wouldn't be scared, she wouldn't, Karai wouldn't ever be scared of her father because she loves him so much.

I love you, he says, in her mind and in her body, in that place he will never leave again, and kisses her. So much.

And what can you do when someone loves you that much? How can that be wrong? How can it be wrong to be the center of someone's world, the sun that holds their universe together, and all they want to do is show you that to the best of their ability?

Her feet splash into the water and Karai blinks, pauses, looks down. Her reflection is nothing more than a blurred smear right now, shivering slightly as a few more drops of blood dance across the surface. Karai cocks her head, watching the movement splinter across the face of the pool.

She takes another step into the water, then another, watching herself descend from a distance. Maybe she is her father's sun, but right now she just needs to extinguish her light for a little while. Just a little while.

Deeper, deeper, the water sending her nightgown billowing around her legs. The blood rises up around her, like flower petals falling from below instead of below. The mud squishes beneath her toes and lotus pads bob around her head, brushing her face as with soft fingers.

Karai sucks in a deep breath and lets herself slip underwater, curling into a ball as she drifts towards the pond bed. Mud tangles in her hair and smears her face. Her legs press together, the bruises there flaring at the contact.

She can hold her breath for a while, longer than most girls her age, thanks to her father's careful training. And really, she's not planning to stay that long. Just a little while, to be tucked away from prying eyes and dark memories, from the wait of her father's adoration. Just a little while, with the water to wash her clean, or at least trick her into thinking she can be clean.

Her eyes open, and it's so dark down here. So deep. She lets the water pick her up and carry her, lets the silence hum sweetly in her ears. Easy. Easy.

The bleeding's stopped, she thinks. She's safe.

(She's on the shore, coughing up water, the trail of her blood glistening on the grass like a brand. Her father is shaking her and screaming, wild with fury and terror, so loud her head hurts. She wants to say sorry, but all she can offer is her vomit and her tears.

A small, quiet part of Karai is disappointed, but she'll make sure her father never knows that).

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bay-did-nothing-wrong · 2 years

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I posted 345 times in 2021

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#like omg harry you saved the school from something that's kind of your fault? grrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaat

My Top Posts in 2021

Hey I wonder. What would happen if the Turtles’s crush was dating someone for a long time but here’s the twist: that person was working for the Foot and was using that person to get close to the Turtles. And the Turtles’ crush doesn’t know about it, of course. It may be a little angst but I’m trying to get ideas for my fanfics and I would like to read from your version.

Oh, this sounds super interesting. Lemme see what I can do.

Genre: Angst, some fluff near the end

Word Count: 3665

Note: I wasn't really going anywhere with these, I pretty much let the story lead me and its not EXACTLY what the ask was but I feel its close enough. I hope you like! And as per usual, Raph's is longer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also, do tag me on your fic if you ever get around to doing it.

The Spy (GN!Reader finds out their boyfriend is a Foot Clan spy and the turts have to deal with that)

Leonardo

Mood Song: Fun. - All The Pretty Girls

God, you felt so stupid!

How could you fall for the oldest trick in the book?!

That sweet boy you met in a coffee shop by accident once and who you instantly fell for was a spy for the Foot. Because of course he was! Good things just don't happen to you, at least not without a caveat.

"Hey." there's a voice you usually love to listen to but which you now dreaded the sound of.

"Hi." it felt inappropriate, your response, after everything that had just happened this type of casual tone felt forced.

"How are you feeling?" his steps were so quiet that you hadn't realised when he'd walked through the room and sat on his bed next to you.

How were you feeling?

Well, apart from betrayed, stupid, and just absolutely devastated, you felt a crushing amount of guilt.

You just shrugged, eyes still pointing at the soft blanket he'd covered you with.

You'd led the Foot Clan to the turtles.

What was wrong with you?! How could you not see the writing on the wall? How that man just seemed to mold into whatever you liked? How he adopted all the mannerisms, quirks, interest and personality of a certain someone? How he failed to tell you anything too specific about himself as he let you tell him everything about yourself?

How could you not see that he was trying to replace Leo, so you could let your guard down?

You should have spotted the red flags immediately, the moment he started talking about Japanese Warfare and History, or the weird amount of blue he was wearing, or the fact that he was into martial arts, or that he was homeschooled and had three brothers. Any one of these would have been a total coincidence on their own but all of them in total should have flagged up and you were an absolute moron for not realising it.

Or was it because you didn't want to realise it.

After all, that was one way to be with Leo, even if it wasn't really him, just a discount version of him.

A tough, cool texture brushed at the bottom of your chin, pushing it upwards, and there was Leonardo. Those clear, crystalline eyes with that razors-sharp focus stuck to your own gaze.

"It's not your fault."

Of course he knew what you were thinking. He was your best friend, after all. Isn't that what started this mess in the first place?

But he was wrong. It didn't ofter happen, but it was bound to happen eventually.

He was wrong.

It was entirely your fault.

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134 notes • Posted 2021-09-29 15:00:01 GMT

Sorry to send in so many asks; it’s okay if you don’t answer, but I have another suggestion

In Asian cultures, a parent cutting up fruit for their child is one of the most common forms of affection; how would the gf react to splinter Bringing them a bowl of sliced fruit and her finding out what it means?

Okay, so full disclosure, I AM NOT ASIAN, I am entirely relying on your expertise and I'm gonna be praying I don't do or say anything offensive. Edit: So, I read up and omg this is cute. Okay. You ready? Here we go.

Synopsis: Reader is stressed out and Master Splinter and his boys are there to offer some comfort.

Genre: Fluff,crack, comfort, non-ship

Mood-setter: frad - first date

Notes: Y’all better appreciate this one coz I relearned html just for this one post.

Leo had promised to help you get your mind off work and stress and given as you were unfamiliar with the field, Mikey, being the ever supportive sweetheart that he is, had tried to rope both Raph and Donnie into it. The moment the deal was sealed, though, was the moment Master Splinter had interjected saying it'd do the team well to engage in this "group exercise".

So, Leo sat there in front of you, teaching you the art of guided meditation, with his brothers flanking you on both sides. Perhaps it didn't help that Mikey sat right by you, and he seemed incapable of NOT fidgeting around, readjusting, repositioning, and making whatever kind of noises.

So you were constantly distracted! Not just by him, but by your own thoughts too. You could not stop thinking about where your career was headed, or how every minor decision may have immense consequences!

Just as you were getting frustrated and nearly quit, a serene presence entered the dojo.

"May I interrupt?" he strolled into the dojo with something in both his hands.

He knelt on the ground next to where Leo was on the matted floor.

"To get free of your mind's chains, you must find where they are bolted. Give yourself time and space to think, child." he then said something to the boys in Japanese which you could not understand, as you seemed to finally catch onto what he meant but before you could word your response, he'd lifted himself off the floor like a specter and was already halfway across the room.

All that remained of his presence were five mismatched bowls of assorted fruit in front of each of you.

How the hell did he carry five bowls? Two in each hand and one in his tail?

There were some slices of peeled apple, some orange wedges and a couple of prefect cubes of watermelon.

Leo looked only pleasantly surprised by this, unlike Mikey who seemed overjoyed by the appearance of healthy snacks snatching the bowl up, closely followed by Raph and Don, meanwhile you were still stuck on how an elderly rat could move so quickly at his age where you in your blooming youth were scared that if you yawned too violently you'd break your neck.

"Let's take a little break." said Leo as he picked up his bowl of fruit and started munching a piece of watermelon.

That's so nice, you think, of Master Splinter to bring you some healthy snacks for when you take a break.

“It’s nice your dad tries to diversify your diet of just pizza with something actually healthy.” you comment giggling yourself, wondering how much workout you would have to do to eat as filthy as these guys and still be this fucking buff.

“That’s not what this is.” he chuckled back, munching on a wedge orange.

“What do you mean?”

“A bowl of fruit is a form of... " Don paused his explanation for a second, staring directly into a slice of apple as if it were the apple of knowledge,"... affection. Of care. It's how he says he cares without saying it.“

"Means you’re family to him." Raph filled in, and kept munching on his own fruits.

“Another way you could be family tho-”

"SHUT UP, MIKEY!"

You made sure to give Splinter a huge hug the next time you saw him, that was your way of showing affection.

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137 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 18:04:26 GMT

Waterbearer (Leonardo x GN!Reader)

Synopsis: A fight breaks out, some ugly words are thrown out in the heat of the moment and it’s time for reckoning.

Genre: Angst, coz I can’t seem to write anything happy lately, some fluff and comfort

Word count: 1556

NB: I’ll try to follow the ask as close as possible, but I’ll avoid the phrase “I don’t love you” because it seems a bit on the nose,and trying to jam it in there is gonna ruin the flow of the scene. Hope that’s okay.

N.B.2: I've split this into three separate ones because they turned out far longer than I expected coz you know how I am with angst. So expect two more of these.

Warning: swearing, coz that’s just how I talk, “ugly words“, minor verbal abuse.

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156 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 08:54:28 GMT

Have you seen that trend where girlfriends walk in naked while their boyfriends are gaming? What about that with the boys and their gf’s?

Lol, I love it, let's see then.

Synopsis: The Turtles' S/O Internet-memes them, and the results are immediate.

Genre: Fluff, crack, implied smut

Word Count: 667

Leonardo

It's 4 AM goddammit! Why hasn't he come to bed yet? That's one of the few nights you could actually sleep over and he was over in the dojo doing katas. You understood he found comfort in his training, in the routine, but you hoped some good ole loving would do too, or so he'd said.

You weren't falling asleep without him, that much was clear, so you just grabbed your phone from the bedside table, and it didn’t take you long to find something interesting.

You're not coming to bed, huh?, you though, we'll see...

You could hear the sounds of sharp blades slashing through air, and silent breaths, but that is all. Well, you're gonna have to change that.

As you passed the threshold to the dojo, making your best effort to move as silently as ever, you saw just his shell and those quick, precise methodical movements that he told you to NEVER EVER call choreography ever again. But it did look like dancing...

A smirk worked itself onto your face as you undid the knot of your towel, vaguely aware in the back of your mind, that his brothers or his father could easily walk in at any point.

Pull, and throw.

One of his hands stopped it's previous movement, and caught the towel as it flew his way. You could hear a small sniff sound, and he knew it was you.

"What is it, pet-oh!"as he turned his eyes fell on you, immediately widening.

"Come to bed, Leo." your head fell to the side, exposing your neck - one of his favourite spots - acting all coy and innocent.

Before you could process he'd moved, arms were placed at the back of your knees and at your back and you were being hauled back to the bedroom.

"How can I say no?"

Mission accomplished.

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199 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 20:15:27 GMT

Heyyy! I saw that you were back to writing? If so, I was wondering if I could request a headcanon.

“How would the boys react to Reader cutting their hair?”

Let’s say Reader has always had long hair (down to Reader’s lower back) and they love it, but Reader cuts it up to neck length.

Thank you, I hope you’re staying safe!✨✨

Oooooh! This is new! Is it okay if I add a lil twist to it? Just to spice things up? Well, I’m doing it anyway, and no one can stop me.

You stay safe too, Nonie, and have great day!

Let's see then...

Genre: Fluff, domestic

Word count: 1749

Leonardo

"Just stay still, petal."

"Leo, you sure about this?"

"Trust me."

A simple issue is what got you into this. As a college student you have to cut down on extra spending, so luxuries like travel and eating out every day have to go. But there was something else on that list you hadn't actually expected to see there.

Hair.

At first it didn’t seem like a problem - long hair doesn't require constant cutting, though it does take a lot of products to keep healthy and shiny. And that was an issue. Not just because it was costly but because you were trying to to be more green, and using 4 bottles of shampoo a month is not very sustainable, even if you sought out the specific brands with reusable packaging. Save the turtles and whatnot.

You had been preparing to cut it all week, mostly browsing through Pinterest, reading pros and cons to short hair, looking at hairstyles, until you found hair donation. That's what sold you on it. And now you weren’t just doing it for vanity and cost-efficiency, you were also doing it for the children!

So, here you are, sitting on a kitchen chair in your bathroom, with your turtle lover behind you. You trusted that Leo's steady hand, and his perfectionism would lead to a good result.

"Is it done yet?" your eyes were squinted shut, mouth pulled in a cringe, and your hands were clutching one another, as if bracing for impact.

"In a second."

Swish

"It's done."

Wait, what?

You reached for the mirror on the floor and turned it. A hand flew to your mouth, as your eyes landed on your reflection.

"Oh my god!"

"What? Does it look wrong? I can fix-"

"No, no, no! It looks great!" you started fiddling with your new ends, so fresh and soft. And then you saw something shiny at the edge of your peripheral. As you turned you saw that it was one of Leo's katanas.

Oh shit.

"Leo?"

"Yeah?"

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267 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 15:23:19 GMT

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sylvain-writes · 4 years

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Scarlet Letters (TMNT Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 1/8: Proceed with Caution

You find Raphael injured in an alley by your apartment. With an ice storm on the way, you can't leave him out in the cold.

Strangers to lovers, Hurt/Comfort T (Rating will change to M for Chapter 8)

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ao3)

You’ve walked this route home dozens of times. It isn’t your favorite. In fact, it makes you sick to your stomach to cut through poorly lit streets and tight alleys, particularly those under the control of Purple Dragons. To your right and left, the gang’s tags mark brick buildings and doorways, visible to anyone who knows what they’re looking for. At the corner, elderly folks occupy a small table in a family owned restaurant. You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you pass the window.

The traffic light overhead blinks yellow. Caution. Instinctively, you reach for your shoulder. Even under layers of clothing - a shirt, a sweater, a winter coat - you know exactly where the dagger had pierced your skin all those years ago. It stings, even now, the scar you’d acquired as a child. The pain reminds you that your father’s murderer is still out here somewhere.

You wouldn’t take this route home from the clinic unless you absolutely had to, but the next shift of nurses had gotten stuck in traffic. An hour later than you were supposed to be relieved of your post, you were finally able to make the long trek home. And with the meteorologist on the radio predicting an ice storm, you knew the commute was going to be a doozy.

By the time you made it out of the clinic, the subways had already become overcrowded and delays were piling up. Taxis were few and far between. You were pretty sure those cabs on the roads weren’t even taking fares anymore. Everyone was in a hurry to get themselves off the road and into shelter. And now it looks like you were one of the few still trying to find a way home.

Just a few blocks further. You’d reach the end of Purple Dragon territory and descend the steps of your basement apartment. The gang’s influence hadn’t always reached this far, but living on the edge of the action meant renting Abma’s basement was even cheaper now than it had been when she moved in three years ago. Most people were uncomfortable living without a view of the sky, but living underground never bothered you. In fact, the descent into your apartment was one of the few things that filled you with a sense of safety and calm. Plus, with the money you save on rent, you’re able to upgrade the apartment’s amenities and decor to fit your taste as you please.

You blink at your surroundings and curse yourself for getting lost in your thoughts. You aren’t home free yet. You have to be vigilant. Continuing on, you keep your eyes sharp and your ears attuned to your surroundings.

From the alley to your right, there comes a deep grunt and a wet gasp. You freeze. You clench your teeth and your fists as your fight or flight response wars with itself in your mind. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you consider your options.

You know you can continue on your way. You can see home from where you’re standing. You can go, hide behind closed doors, and try to forget that you heard anything out here. But the sound comes again, the struggle of someone gasping for air through sickness or injury, and your compassion kicks into high gear. Your fear moves aside as your medical training takes the forefront of your mind.

With a deep breath and your hand on the can of pepper spray you keep in the pocket of your parka, you start down the alley. Every inch your advance is one of mindful cautions. You’re poised to run at any evidence of danger. So far, there is none.

The wet coughs echoing off the walls are reminiscent of the final breaths of your father all those years ago, and the thought of another person lying in pain on the pavement tugs at your heart and urges you closer to investigate.

Creeping along the wall of the alley, you approach the overflowing dumpster with extreme caution. You tighten your hold on your pepper spray and take out your phone. Your feet take another step, then another.

If it is a Dragon, you hope they are injured gravely. You think you’d gladly let them rot on the street. But if it isn’t, if it’s a victim of their cruelty and violence, then you dreaded what you’d find among the towering bags of trash.

When the moans stop abruptly, you remember to pull your phone out of your pocket. You’re ready to dial for emergency assistance, but you fear the worst has happened. Either the wounded have succumbed to their wounds or they are preparing themself for discovery.

Another deep breath of winter air chills you from the inside out, but you widen your stance with determination. The cold, rusted edge of the dumpster digs into your palms as you lean around it for a peek. There’s movement behind the bags of filth and the tell tale scraping of metal against stone - a weapon being dragged over concrete.

The breathing has resumed. Ragged. Labored. Shallow. Distressed.

With your pepper spray raised and at the ready, you grab ahold of a trash bag blocking your view of the injured person and yank it out of the way.

There’s no word of shock strong enough to describe what you feel as you take in the sight before you. But the emotion is fleeting. A wide green face turns toward you, grimacing in pain as the creature hiding in the shadows struggles to breathe.

You've heard stories of giant crocs in the sewers. But as you look into those large green eyes, fierce even in the face of being helpless, your heart aches. It’s a moment later that you recognize the shine of a streetlamp’s light reflected on metal. But the pronged weapon doesn’t appear to be much of a threat. The points of the sai tremble as the arm extending it in defense struggles to maintain the position.

With a fatigued grunt, the arm drops and the weapon clatters to the ground. The eyes that were once full of bravado and pride soften as a cough wracks their body. Those same eyes now plead silently for help, and you know in the core of your being that you were wrong to ever have considered them a creature at all; they are a person.

You lower your own weapon, returning your can of pepper spray as well as your phone to your jacket pocket. “I’m here to help,” you whisper.

With your hands up to show that you mean them no harm, you take slow steps around the piles of filth that separate you from the one slumped against the brick building. Without touching them to feel for bone breaks or having any medical equipment on hand to give a proper exam, there’s not much you can do. You’re shivering as you take stock of their injuries as best as you can with a quick look. But you have to ignore the cold of the coming storm for at least a little while longer. You can’t leave this person. Not alone. Not out here.

“Can you walk?”

They look up at you, scowling, as if to say they’d be walking already if they could.

You glance up and down the alley to check for danger, but the only thing you notice is the wind starting to kick up, the clouds growing ever darker, and the chill cutting through your parka and settling deep in your bones. You can’t imagine how the unclothed person at your feet must be faring; not to mention, the touch of cold concrete and brick against bare skin has never been kind.

No matter your need to take them to shelter, however, you won’t be able to move them by sheer force of will alone.

“My apartment is there.” You point down the way to the corner. The two of you could make it, unseen, if you stuck to the shadows of the building. But they would have to bear some of their own weight.

You look down at them, catching their gaze, and fearing for their safety more than your own. “Come with me,” you say, and now you’re the one that’s pleading. Reaching down in an offer of assistance, you add, “Please.”

I’m not gonna hurt you. You know that’s what people say to win the trust of others in situations like this. You know it’s what you’re supposed to say. But you’ve never been one to lie to your patients.

A shaking hand reaches up to you, its fingers slowly uncurling from a fist. You notice the fingers are three, but after seeing a green giant you suppose there’s not much else that can surprise you. It’s more the tremor in the hand that has your attention. You decide it’s safer to take them by the wrist for a steadier hold to prevent further injury.

You sneak a quick check of their pulse as you crouch down at their side. Their heart rate is worrisomely slow. You bite your lip and prepare both of you to stand. “This is gonna hurt,” you admit as gently as you can. Then, before either of you can back out, you sling their muscled arm over your shoulders and encourage them to their feet.

They cry out in pain as they stand. Their skin is cold as ice, but the blood streaming down their side and seeping through the pants of your scrubs is warm.

Wind whistles and the first bites of freezing rain sting against your cheeks. “Move,” you beg them. Every shuffling step is a struggle and you wonder what could be so important in their backpack that they couldn’t leave it behind for you to retrieve after they were inside.

With the extra weight, the trip down the alley feels like a mile. But finally, you reach your building where the railing of the staircase can take the brunt of your companion’s weight. Your relief is soon replaced with curiosity, however, as you follow them down to your basement apartment. Now that you have a good view of their back, your breath catches in your throat. It wasn’t as you thought. They aren’t carrying a pack at all. You blink as you take in the patterns of their shell, its scutes painted and chipped and scarred.

Your eyes narrow on the faded kanji and relax again when your companion turns their soft gaze upon you. The characters on their shell speak of anger, but other than the weapon they'd brandished in defense, you’ve been witness to none of that. In fact, as you move around them in the small space to unlock your door, you don't think you've ever felt as safe as you do with them standing at your back.

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femmescripter · 6 years

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Mama's Big Boy - A Rise of the TMNT AU ft. Venus de Milo

This AU was originally thought up by @ninja-cake-bicht. And as such the following story was inspired by their genius. Meanwhile my friend @leeleearts simply adores the Jonatello pairing. So I thought; "Why not do both?". Which is what I did! Before I tell the mini story, let me explain a few things.

First and foremost in this alternate universe Donnie was adopted by Big Mama. The origins of which I'll cover very soon in the story. Now don't worry - the heroes in green aren't a member short. They are still a quad squad because Venus de Milo, who's headcanon voice actress is Victoria Justice, takes center stage! The species of turtle I picked for her is the diamondback terrapin. I felt that this species best suited Venus's aesthetic and over all look. Lastly Casey is depicted as a Latino American as I have depicted him in my other Jonatello stories.

Now that we have those details stated for the record, on with the backstory of the Mama’s Big Boy AU~

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In the underground mystic city just beneath New York City, everyone knows who Big Mama is. A Jorōgumo yokai who is a generous matriarch to her citizens. She is also very glamorous in appearance despite her undisclosed, and “frankly none of your bloody damn business” as she says, age. Of course this mother to her people is no pushover. Should you break her number rule or threaten her people you can expert to get quite the deadly spanking from Big Mama. But even with all of her power, wealth and esteem there was one thing the spider yokai wanted most that she didn’t have…a child.

You see while it is her name, or at least an alias she uses in place of her real name, Big Mama isn’t a literal mother. She is sadly unable to have children due to a run in with her old enemy Baron Draxum, a mutant yokai scientist who constantly tries to usurp her rule, that left her wounded internally. While she survived it all but destroyed her uterus. And for such a family oriented person like Big Mama she may as well have died. This meant that she would never have the one thing she always hoped to have. Never have that precious little bundle snuggled up in her arms. And to lose that gift made her hate Draxum even more. For a long time Big Mama only put on a brave face for her people while she cried tears over her personal loss alone.

Then one day she decided to pull herself out of this rut. How? By getting a pet. However she didn’t pick just any animal to be her critter companion. Being a woman of unique tastes Big Mama got an animal that likely not many women would consider having. It was a male soft shell turtle. She named him Donovan but often called him by the loving nicknames of “Donnie” or “Big D”. She had adopted Donnie when he was just a baby soft shell, and after he turned four years old Big Mama got a rather big idea; she could turn Donovan into the child she always wanted. And that’s exactly what she did. Utilizing her powerful yokai magic Big Mama transformed the normal little turtle into a not so normal bipedal mutant turtle. The changed soft shell turtle, who Big Mama noticed had gained very thick sable black haired eyebrows after the transformation, blinked his eyes a few times as he adjusted to his new form. Big Mama then walked over to Donnie, knelt before him as a mother would her child and greeted him.

“Hello, my little silk thread. Do you know who you are? Do you know…who I am?” Big Mama asked carefully, afraid of what the kind of answer she would get.

Without hesitation the little mutant boy spoke up.

“Sure. I’m Donnie, and you’re my mama.” Donnie replied in a cute voice with a smile.

After that any prior feelings of fear or sorrow the Jorōgumo had were thrown out the window. And they were replaced with feelings of elation and motherly love. She hugged Donnie like he was the life line she was seeking out for so long and sobbed happy tears. That became the start of a new life for the both of them.

But, this wasn’t the only new life that began. At the same time someone else going through a new life change under different circumstances. Up on the surface of New York a man named Chung I, a retired shinobi master who lives in the Chinatown District and spends his days running an artisan store he owns, was going about his usual business. He had just left the local market after buying food for his dinner. Chung hummed a little tune to himself as he walked down his usual street, but noticed that up ahead the neighborhood on again off again couple were having yet another public and heated argument. Not wanting to get in the middle of things Chung cut down into an alley that was a short cut to his house. And doing this actually turned out to be a blessing. Not for him…but for someone else.

As he was in the stretch to getting to his abode Chung heard something. A sound, specifically crying. Not from an animal but from a little child. This did not surprise the retired master because, sadly, orphaned or abandoned children are a dime a dozen in New York. So honing his keen ears he listened for where the crying was coming from. Eventually it led him to a bunch of potted plants left out behind the florist shop because they were wilting. Chung peeked behind the dying flora and started to ask the crying child what was wrong. But his question was caught in his throat when he saw just who, or rather what, the child was.

It was…a humanoid turtle child that appeared to be no older than age six. They had chartreuse green skin and, by the look of it’s shell pattern and coloring, the child was of the diamondback species. As Chung examined the child he saw that they had cuts and bruises all over their legs and arms. Some were old and some appeared fresh, caused by both animals and people. Chung said nothing at first as he watched the child cry for a moment more. Then he finally spoke up and the diamondback terrapin whipped it’s head around to face him. This motion allowed Chung to see that the child also had freckles on their cheeks and as well as more injury marks. At first the child backed away in fear, grabbing a piece of old wood to hold up as a makeshift weapon in their defense. The child nervously told the retired master to go away, and by the sound of the voice Chung could now tell the child was a girl. Though he was shocked by the fact that the humanoid turtle could speak he wasn’t afraid. Regardless of her odd appearance this was still a child. And Chung could not simply leave her alone. So, with a kind smile he spoke to her.

“What is your name, small one?” Chung asked. For a while she didn’t speak to him until she finally did.

“I…I d-don’t have a n-name.” The girl turtle replied with a nervous stutter.

“Hm. Well, we’ll just have to change that won’t we? But first I’ll tend to your wounds and give you a nice meal. It’s just as well, too, since I always hate to eat alone.” Chung said.

“…Do you m-mean that?” The girl turtle asked with less of a stutter, lowering the piece of wood she was holding as she gazed at the human man in surprise.

“Of course. Even when retired, a shinobi helps those in need small one. And I want to help you. If you’ll let me at least.” Chung said with a sincere tone and a smile to match.

The diamondback terrapin said nothing. She just continued to stare at Chung. But then she tossed the piece of wood and rose up to her feet. Then she ran straight at Chung…and hugged onto his waist. She began to cry again but not with the same sadness. This was more a cry of relief. Chung smiled down at the child and patted her head then led her back to his home. They ate a hardy dinner together, and the girl turtle seemed to really love the plum sauce. She also appeared to be quite energetic. Given that Chung was able to come up with a name for her - Mei Pieh Chi. “Mei” for plum, “Pieh” for turtle and “Chi” for energy.

The turtle girl seemed to like that name and stuck with it. Then as Chung began to teach her new things, including various artworks, Mei learned about a particular famous sculpture of a woman with no arms. Immediately gaining a great fascination with the statue she adopted the nickname Venus de Milo, which eventually became her new preferred name. Chung had asked Venus where she came from to which the girl replied that she lost her memories of whatever prior life she had. But that was okay since it meant that she and Chung could make new, happy memories as father and daughter. A year into the forming of their unusual yet loving little family Chung took his daughter to Manhattan and introduced Venus to an old friend of his and his three sons.

This friend was a rat mutant named Splinter, and his sons were actually mutant turtles much like Venus. There was the oldest snapping turtle brother Raph, the red eared slider second oldest named Leo and the box turtle youngest boy named Mikey. The girl turtle was thrilled to not only have new friends she could talk to but also ones of her own kind, even if they were sub-species. The turtle brothers likewise took an immediate liking to Venus and declared her as their cousin. And as another year went by they gained a new human friend named April O’Neil. So while Venus’s life didn’t start out the best way, and much of her life is still a mystery, she’s very happy with how things turned out all the same. Though her home is the Chinatown District with her father she often goes to stay in the Lair within the sewers of Manhattan that her cousins call home.

(So now you all know how Big Mama came to adopt Donnie and how Venus is introduced into the mix. I hope that you especially enjoyed that, @ninja-cake-bicht. But it doesn’t end there. Oh no. For now we get into the origins of how the heroes in green meet Big D/Donnie in my alternate. And also of course how Casey is introduced which will involve some Jonatello goodness. This part goes out to you, @leeleearts ~)

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Over the next several years, Donnie grew under the tutelage of his beloved parental figure Big Mama. She taught her boy everything she new from how to handle a business to how to fight and of course how to properly maintain one’s appearance. But of all the talents Donnie picked up his real specialty had to do with technology. Turns out Big Mama’s big boy was very intelligent and could take bits of scrap and turn it into advanced futuristic like tech. Big Mama was very proud of her son even though his evil genius tendencies concerned her a little. Donnie’s skills with machinery and computers also helped her own business advance on a grand scale, allowing her to run a more modernized city. This came in handy whenever emergency situations came up - like the one they were having right now. Three days ago Big Mama sent one of her lesser yokai spies, a Fu Dog yokai who had no name, to see what Baron Draxum was up to. Though young and new to the business the little yokai was quick on his feet and had the power to teleport. But the little yokai had yet to report back in the past day and a half.

Big Mama had a very bad feeling that Draxum or one of his lackeys were responsible. Using her magic Big Mama tried her best to locate where the small yokai may be. And to her shock he wasn’t even in the underground city…he was up on the surface in Manhattan, New York. While she could go up there and investigate she had to maintain leadership down here. So Donnie offered to venture up top and find the Fu Dog yokai himself. Naturally the spider yokai was a bit hesitant with allowing her son to go on a potentially dangerous mission. Especially since he’s only been up on the surface a few times. But after Donnie had assured his mother that he would be fine and stay in contact with her the Jorōgumo was finally convinced. And so, using the magic crystal embedded in his high tech goggles Donnie changed his form from turtle mutant to the look of a regular human teenage boy. Though Donnie was more partial to tech than magic he never the less learned some magic spells. In particular the spell of shapeshifting so that he could venture to the surface world undetected. After giving a parting hug to his mother Donnie went on his way.

Meanwhile, as the small yokai was being chased by Baron Draxum’s disguised goons, an actual human teenage boy was talking on the phone with a friend on the opposite side of town. The name of this fifteen year old boy is Amador Basilio “Casey” Jones, a friend of April’s back at her school and aspiring hockey player. April has been trying to officially introduce Casey to the turtles but all previous plans either got interrupted or something came up on Casey’s end which made him unable to meet April’s “other mystery buddies”. But tonight she was determined to have them meet. Which was actually what they were talking about on the phone. April told Casey to come over by Rucker Park in order to properly meet her friends and the Latino teen luckily had no other plans so he agreed. After setting a time Casey hung up and decided to stop for a slice of pizza before he headed to the park. He went to a local pizza shop that sold individual slices and intended to order his usual - black olives with grilled chicken and extra red pepper flakes.

Then as the chef turned in Casey’s direction and asked what he wanted, he was surprised when someone else echoed his order. Casey whipped his head around to the left to see who had made that same order. And when he saw who it was he was left speechless. It was a tall Native American teenage boy around his age with mocha tan skin, shoulder length sable black hair with a silver streak that was in an undercut style and had a few braids in it, very well groomed eyebrows, freckles going across the bridge of his nose, a swimmer’s physique and sunglasses with one lens that was colored red and the other lens tinted blue. He also had a rather unique clothing style, which seemed to be business casual mixed with techno punk, that was predominately purple in color. But whether it was his appearance or his looks Casey knew one thing for certain…he was struck with a case of the Crush Bug. After the teens stared at each other for a moment more the handsome boy spoke.

“Hi there.” Said the teen, snapping Casey out his stupor enough to reply.

“Uh, hey. So…you like pizza too?” Casey asked and mentally scolded himself for giving such a lame greeting while asking an equally lame question.

Fortunately the handsome boy wasn’t put off and actually chuckled a bit before responding yes. So together the teens got their similar pizza slice orders and headed outside, eating their slices as they sat at the patio table in front of the restaurant. As they chatted Casey found out that the mystery teen was named Donnie, who said that he arrived from downtown where he lived to look for his missing pet. And that after a while of fruitless results he stopped here to get a slice of pizza. Casey understood and after the two finished eating he offered to help Donnie look for his pet for a while before he had to go to Rucker Park. The handsome teen considered the offer for a moment before agreeing. And so they left the pizza shop and went down the next alley together. Little did they know that their encounter would lead to something much greater.

Later that night Raph, Venus, Leo and Mikey all partake in their weekly Cannonball Night in which they leap off a massively large building and make a literal splash in the rooftop pool. Their friend April of course snapped pictures of their epic dive and afterwards told the foursome that they will at last get to meet her friend Casey. Excited by this the group immediately head over to Rucker Park, with April getting a lift on Venus’s back as she uses her Zhiyuan/kite that her human father crafted for her to fly, but Raph stops mid leap to the next rooftop when he notices something. An unusual looking yet very cute dog like creature, shivering with fright. Naturally he goes over with the other turtles and April to investigate. But they’re not the only ones who come onto the scene…

A few moments before Raph spotted the spy yokai, Donnie was calling out to the creature by using a code phrase that it would know. He allowed Casey to help since he figured he had nothing else to lose. And it’s not like he would be around long to see exactly what his “pet” actually looked like since he said he was going to meet friends at Rucker Park. Even still Donnie kept asking himself why he allowed the human to help in the first place. Maybe he thought it was logical to get help. Or maybe he wanted some company for a short while. Or maybe…he found the human so cute he wanted to enjoy as much time as they could get. Immediately after that thought hit him though Donnie shook his head violently to knock it out.

“No, focus Donovan! Mom sent you on an important mission. You don’t have time to think about boys. No matter how cute, funny and fascinatingly edgy they are…Gaaaaggh!! Stop that!!” Donnie mentally yelled to himself.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Casey was talking to him until he felt a tap on his shoulder. The disguised mutant turned to the real human who said that he may have found his pet, and pointed beyond an opening in the fence that went right into a construction site. Donnie looked through the opening and saw the familiar backside of the yokai. Elated to see that he was alright Donnie immediately ran through the opening to go and get him, and Casey ran after him.

This led the pair to encounter not only April holding the little yokai…but the other mutant turtles. At first Leo, Raph and Mikey tried to act like they were humans in costumes, Casey was stunned and April was trying to awkwardly explain that these were the friends she’s been trying to introduce him to. However the only ones who remained calm were Venus and Donnie. In fact they were more curious then surprised by one another. Venus said to Donnie that while he looked human his aura did not have an average mortal essence. Donnie grinned, impressed at the diamondback’s perceptiveness and confirmed that she was right - he wasn’t actually human. Casey asked what Donnie meant and before he could answer the disguised goons of Baron Draxum show up. They reveal their true forms and battle Mikey, Venus, Raph and Leo which results in the turtle brothers’ weapons getting destroyed. Luckily Venus’s own ch’i infused Emeici/Emei Daggers survive the fight. Donnie tries to fight them himself along with Casey’s help but they end up knocked to the side. The goons then grab the little yokai and take him along with April, plus an oblivious Chinese food delivery guy, right through a magic portal!

Raph, Venus, Leo and Mikey regroup along with Casey and Donnie and explain to the human who and what they are. Afterwards everyone turns to Donnie to ask who and he really is. Seeing that there’s no point in hiding it now the disguised mutant dispels his human form and reveals himself to be a mutant soft shell turtle. Raph, Venus, Leo and Mikey are left shell shocked(pun intended, and I nailed it) while Casey is left even more love struck than he was before. Donnie goes on to explain some of his backstory and that Big Mama sent him to find the little yokai that was taken along with April. And now he wants to help them save them both.

Agreeing to this the five turtles and single human first try to figure out how to open the magic portal again. Donnie would do it but he has yet to learn how to use such powerful magic. As luck would have it they actually do have a way to open it - by using an old Japanese compass like artifact that the father of the turtle brothers Splinter possesses. Fortunately Leo manages to grab it without incident after giving him a bit of milk and cake.

The moment the portal opens the group of six go down and behold the glorious magic city that Donnie calls home. Even better they run into April, who is then formally introduced to the soft shell. When asked what became of the Fu Dog yokai April points to a castle which Donnie glares hard at, saying it belongs to the enemy of his mother - Baron Draxum. They stealthily sneak in and watch as the mutant yokai takes a vial filled with some type of ooze from the little yokai and uses it to fill up a giant hoard of mosquito like creatures. They continue to watch as Draxum takes one of the insect like beings and has it sting the food delivery guy and inject him with the ooze. The young man goes through a painful transformation from human to a fish like mutant. Baron Draxum praises himself at the success of his experiment then tells the Fu Dog yokai that he will deal with him next. Donnie and April refuse to let that happen, but only the former and Venus have weapons while the brothers are without any. Luckily for them though April managed to find an armory filled with them. This leads to Leo getting an Ōdachi sword, Mikey getting a Kusari-fundo and Raph getting a pair of tonfa. Venus isn’t interested in a mystical weapon herself, though she does take a sack of magic powder that catches her eye.

Armed with new weapons Raph and his brothers lead the way to take on Baron Draxum. Thus begins a battle royale with the five turtles going up against a giant mutant while Casey and April fight Draxum’s two gargoyles Huggin and Muninn. Though it’s a hard fight the turtles manage to take down the giant mutant, albeit on a somewhat accidental level, while April and Casey finally beat the gargoyle duo. And thus the group ends up fighting Draxum. The scientist makes short work of April and Casey by cocooning them in some kind of organic material, leaving only the turtles left. Unfortunately though Mikey, Leo and Raph have a hard time getting the hang of their new weapons and Venus tries to help each of them out. This leaves Donnie to face his mother’s enemy on his own. And after taking a close look at the soft shell mutant Draxum’s face takes on a new expression. One of contempt mixed with mild awe.

“So, you are that pestilent arachnid’s mutant son she turned from a pet turtle. I believe you go by the name Donovan?” Draxum asked with an eyebrow raised in mock curiousness as he and Donnie slowly circled each other.

“That’s Big D to you, Draxum. And my mother is no pestilence. She’s approximately seventy seven times the ruler you could ever aspire to be. And she’s not as cruel as you are to actually mutate a whole city.” Donnie stated with a glare as he twirled his staff.

“Not cruel, young turtle. I am changing this world into a utopia for all mutants. I am helping the humans unleash their true selves. And once this entire state is mutated I will move on to the next state, and then the state after that. Soon all the world will be filled with beings like you and I. A great feat that I will be praised for accomplishing.” Draxum explained.

“Over your dead body, you sorry Satyr ripoff. I’m going to stop you.” Said the teenage mutant with a challenging snap in his voice.

“Ha! Please, don’t make me laugh. As you can clearly see your friends can barely stop themselves.” Draxum said, gesturing to the turtles were still struggling the foul-ups of their respective weapons. “What makes you think that you will perform any better, son of the web?”

“Well our fighting styles, for one thing. Though I find nothing wrong with magic I prefer to fight the old fashioned way. With impossibly futuristic high tech weaponry!” Donnie exclaimed and then proceeded to attack the self-proclaimed baron.

The two had a very intense fight, and Donnie nearly had Draxum on the ropes. Unfortunately Mikey and his out of control Kusari-fundo bumped into him, then into Venus and they all ended up tumbling about. Draxum then trapped them, Leo and Raph in the same cocooning material. But just before he could do anything more Donnie pointed out that Draxum’s containment machine with all of his Oozequitoes was at critical mass and about to blow up. Sure enough the big machine began to break apart, with one piece of structure falling on Draxum. Luckily this freed the Fu Dog yokai who was able to teleport everyone to safety. And while they ended up breaking Splinter’s artifact they none the less defeated their enemy, at least for the moment. But not all is good as the Oozequitoes managed to slink into the surface world just before the portal closed up. Donnie groans at this and finally calls Big Mama to report the good news and the bad news of the situation. Naturally she is concerned and intrigued about the Oozequitoes but she’s more happy that Donnie and the little yokai, which April just named Mayhem, are safe. Mayhem then asks Big Mama if he could stay with April since he’s taken a shine to her. Surprised by this but not opposed the spider yokai agrees so long as Mayhem gives regular reports on how things are going.

Donnie then makes something of a similar request, asking if he can visit the surface every once in a while to help out his fellow turtle mutants and their friends. But while Donnie says that Big Mama notices her son’s eyes settle on one person in particular - Casey Jones. And sure enough she can see through the screen of the magic communicator that the human boy has his eyes settled on Donnie. Giving a knowing grin Big Mama gives her son permission to help the turtles and humans. She also slips in this little bit of motherly wisdom…

“Just remember, my little silk thread, when you ‘help’ your new male human friend no kissing unless you’ve had at least three dates.” Big Mama said with absolutely no shame.

“Oh my vanilla wafers, MOM!!” Donnie exclaimed in embarrassment with a blush on his face while the turtles and April giggled and Casey had a smaller, yet still noticeable blush on his face and a goofy smile to boot.

Big Mama then has a portal open at Donnie’s location and he bids his fellow turtles and the humans farewell. At least for now. But before he goes Casey gives him something…his cellphone number. Donnie smiles brightly and says he’ll call him tomorrow. And of course Casey gets no end of teasing praise from the turtles and April. Likewise the soft shell cannot escape his mother’s gushing over her big boy’s first ever crush.

All in all though, it was a fun night out. And it would be the starting point of many adventures to come for the mutant turtles and humans.

Whew! Gol-ly that took way longer than I expected it to. But never the less I was happy to finish it. And I hope that you all enjoyed reading it. Please let me know what you think of the origin story I made for Venus as well as how I depict Donnie’s change of origins in this, the Big Boy AU. And of course don’t forget to thank @ninja-cake-bicht for coming up with this headcanon! Also be sure to check out the illustrations of @leeleearts because she’s really good at what she does. Also I want to provide three extra bits of confirmation. One, when Mayhem was speaking to Big Mama he wasn’t speaking in an English language. He was speaking in his native yokai tongue which only Donnie and Big Mama can understand. Second, Venus uses the sack of magic powder she took from Baron Draxum’s armory to create all sorts of ninja smoke bombs with varying effects from granting temporary invisibility to paralyzing enemies for a short while. However the smoke bombs have a tendency to backfire on them. And third, acting as the voice actor of Chung I is Jackie Chan. Just thought I should tell you all in case you were curious.

That’s all I got to share folks. Until next time, toodles~!

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TMNT: Drinking Habits!

((You can change the pronoun if you please, if I say "she" or "her" just replace it with whatever makes you comfortable, thank you~)) (also you'll be some poor grammar here and there, I'll try my best to go over it and make sure it looks good.)

A few Notes: A few months after your 21st birthday, you picked up a little bit of a drinking habit, nothing too serious just almost every Friday night you go out and one night you decided to out drinking and drink a little too much, so instead of getting a cab you decide to walk through the park, with bottle in hand. One of the turtles have to go out and get you.

(I'll be using tmnt 2016 and I've aged them up, Leo 21, Raph 20, Donnie 19 and Mikey 18, there is nothing sexual going on, to me they do not really look like teenagers, in a way Mikey kinda does, that's just me, ENJOY!!!)

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Leonardo!

- Leo gets annoyed when you call him, because he knows, when it's 2am on a Saturday morning your drunk or wasted. - (y/n) "H-heyy Le-Leo... I think I'm at the park and I don't know where I am... can you help?..." Leo "Dammit (y/n)!... Okay try and stay where you're at... you really need to stop doing this...."

- He honestly cares about you and wants hang out when you decide to have a few drinks and he'll often as you to stay with him, when you wanna go to the bar. - "Please can you stay and hang out for a bit, eat some pizza, play some games?" Leo asked, you smiled "Sorry Leo, my human friends wanna hang out at the bar, maybe next time?"

- There'll be times he'll wait outside the bar, he knows you'll come stumbling out in a few hours and wants to get you home as soon as you can.

- He does get a little agitated when you don't listen to him, though you are quite drunk and don't want the party to end, so you kind of stumble off laughing.

- They're times where he has to chase you down and keep you from hurting yourself or something a lot worse might happen, you're surprisingly fast when your drunk. - (y/n) "I'm just having fun Leo, let's have fun!!" Leo tries grabbing your hand "H-hey! No we need to get you home!!!"

- Though there might be minor annoyances to come his way when escorting you home, sometimes he has to drag you home or throw you over his shoulder.- Leo "Hey quit pulling on my mask!" (y/n) "It's so blue~ it's a really nice color on... I like blu-!" You throw up down the back of his shell, Leo started yelling "WHAT THE HELL?! E-EWW!... It'll be okay, we're almost home..."

Raphael!

- Usually when you called Raphael is about to go to bed after a long day, he knows it's you because you set your ringtone on his phone to 'Livin on a Prayer' his eyes bloodshot from almost falling asleep. - Raph mumbling to himself "I swear if I didn't care..." he answers the phone "What?!..." (y/n) "Heey~... so I'm at some park and a guy is trying to sell me something, sho-... should I follow him?" Raph yells "NO DO NOT! I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!!!"

- It is a little bit of a chore to get you back home, you wanted to invite him and have fun, but being drunk you forgot he can't be seen, he'd let you pull on him, trying to get him to go out in public, he thought it was cute, there was a job to do and it was to get you home.

- Finding you in the park swinging on the swing set, he would laugh at you and knowing what would happen when you got off the swing, you'd start throwing up, he would pat your back wherever you did. - (y/n) "I'm... I'm fine-!" The sounds of you throwing up on on the merry go round, Raph smirks "Keep that up the kids will have nothing to play on."

- There would be times when you would start crying sometimes over little things like, accidentally forgetting to feed your pet one morning or how patient Raphael would be with you, he would smile and slowly but surely walk you home. - (y/n) "Why... Why would you come all this way to help me... your such a good turtle!" Raph smiled "Let's get you home now..."

- He would be in a grumpy mood when it comes to pick you up, he didn't really like it when you went out to drink, he doesn't trust people and would love to go to the bar with you if he could, just to make sure no one bothers you.

- He would tell you the party can continue at his place just to get you somewhere safe and in bed, there was a time when you two would just hung out to drink and eat some pizza, but lately you've been going out more and he is a little concerned about you.

Donatello!

- Donatello usually does late night projects, though he usually never gets calls when you're drunk, but when he does, it's always when he is working on something, it's an amazing coincidence you know when he's working. - Donnie "I swear when you're drunk you have psychic powers, I'm working on something..." (y/n) "Heeey... so I walked all the way to the park and I think I stole someone's puppy..." Donnie rolled his eyes "Okay I'll be there, just trying to stay in one spot."

- Donatello knows what to do and how to handle it, sometimes it's unpredictable what you'll do when he gets there to help, but seeing you safe was first priority, sometimes thoughts go through his head if he didn't make it in time, but luckily that's never happened.

- Getting you home isn't much of a hassle with him, he knows what to do, but sometimes, even though you're drunk he likes to talk with you and weirdly enough you remember it when you're sober and in a way, he is thankful that he talked with you.

- Pulling you along you'd sometimes stop pop shops to grab some food, Donnie was annoyed when you did so, he tries to avoid getting near any late night shops. - Donnie "What taking (y/n) so long?... she shouldn't be in there that long."

- Sometimes when you get home you like to wander around your place and Donnie feels like he should stay until you fall asleep, be it on the toilet or on the floor, he'll get you into bed, even if you fall asleep on the toilet.

- He usually leaves water and aspirin by the table next to your bed when you wake up, for the hangover and would rig your toaster to make toast in the evening or whenever you decide to wake up. - Donnie "Hopefully this hangover will make you stop drinking, at least for a while... a long while."

Michelangelo!

- Mikey is willing to give a helping hand if he can, he's happy you called him, even though you're drunk or wasted and he knows you can call anybody else, but he was the first person you thought of calling. - Mikey "Hey! You need something?" He smiled, (y/n) "Your voice is so cute, yo-your always so optimistic... I'm in a park and feeling hungry, save me Mikey!" Mikey giggles "I'll be there with some pizza!" (y/n) "My hero!"

- He'll bring leftover pizza or some fresh pizza and hang around the park with you, even though he knows you should be getting home, but he knows what he's doing and helps you the best way he can, drinking water and eating pizza with you. - (y/n) "This is so delicious it hits the spot..." Mikey "You... you uh didn't eat before drinking did ya?" He asked, (y/n) "Nope!"

- He does let you do what you want but if it seems too dangerous for him or to you he'll stop it and get you back, there is a limit and time he'll give you to have some fun, but if it starts to get out of hand, you have to go home.

- He'll let you go on the merry-go-round and it was your idea, he thought it would be funny seeing the aftermath and stood back after I was done spinning, luckily he decide to give you a light spin around. - (y/n) started throwing up and trying to talk as well "Wh-Why did you let me do this?!" Mikey was laughing "It was your idea!"

- After having an hour of fun, he took you back to his place, Mikey didn't want you to go home alone, so he let you crash in his bedroom, while he slept on the couch.

- And after having a well-deserved rest and sobering up, Mikey would make you breakfast or lunch, depending on what time you woke up. Mikey "Yo good evening! You look like shit, want some lunch?"

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How lovely, thanks Mikey....

#perks of dating tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt movie #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raph #tmnt

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spectrumscribe · 6 years

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and we keep on.

commissioned fic by @jointed-custody! some 2012 tmnt old donatello well down the line in his life, reminiscing about people he’s lost and the people he still has.

sort of set in my Mecha Turtle fanfic universe, but generic enough to be read as a standalone.

Staring out across the wide lawn of the farmhouse, Donnie enjoys the momentary peace of his own company. In the dull heat of summer warmth, seeping through everything around him, the ache in his joints eases enough he can sigh softly, rotating his stiff ankles. Too many hours on his feet this week, and he’s far too old to be doing that.

Maybe if he were twenty years younger- heck, maybe even just ten, he’d be fine. But ninety years and some months is hard on a turtle, even a mutant one with enough knowledge to cure just about anything.

Can’t cure old age, though, much as he’s tried.

Cells break down, replication becomes flawed- bodies get old along with the mind, even if the soul remains strong and youthful. Donnie is no young soul, certainly not by this age, but he likes to think he’s still got some gutso in the tank, even if he can’t quite pull all-nighters anymore.

It doesn’t stop him from trying, as often as that results in him passing out at his desk. He’s scolded for doing that by nearly every person he’s close with, as if they have any room to talk.

Even if it’s not genetic, as Donnie has suspected for decades none of them are related that way- stubbornness is certainly a family trait. Stubbornness to admit defeat, stubbornness to take care of themselves properly. They’re all as equally bad as him, especially now days, with old age catching up with them and just how much they can do anymore shrinking down.

That doesn’t stop Donnie from doing his work, and it certainly hasn’t stopped any of his brothers or surviving friends. Hell, Raph is up in space at the moment, along with Casey, the nutball old men they are. Donnie at least has had the sense to stay on earth; his brother and friend are still out there in the wide open cosmic ocean, getting into who knows what kind of trouble. If they’re all lucky, Donnie won’t have to reattach any of Casey’s prosthetic limbs when he gets back, or recalibrate Raph’s implants, again.

Donnie might have become a bit of a homebody in his late years, but at least he’s one of the three members of his family that hasn’t had to replace a part of themselves to keep ticking along. Leo has the excuse of it being from their teen years, fixing that bum leg of his so he could still walk by himself; Raph and Casey are just reckless fools, even if they’re as wrinkly and liver spotted as Donnie is.

But Donnie thinks of the vastness of space, of the planets they all saw as teens, of the societies filled with people that barely even blinked at him and his brothers, years before earth accepted its mutant population as people and not monsters- of the adventures they had together, outside the race to find the black hole generator pieces before the Triceratons, where they bonded and laughed and were free, even just for a few hours- and he sighs, wistful and longing.

A part of Donnie admittedly wants to be up there, too. He’s old, sure, but he’s not so old he’s forgotten how it feels. The rush of adrenaline, the breathlessness of a fight- terror and exhilaration mixing together in a way that made him feel alive. His youthful years made him an unwilling adrenaline junkie, after repeated exposure to danger and adventure, and a part of him misses those years. The bizarrely mixed freedom and entrapment of being who he was in a society that just wasn’t ready for any of them.

It also was psychologically and emotionally scarring at times, not to mention so painfully isolated it left them all stunted and bent in important places that took years of therapy to even somewhat correct. The adrenaline rushes were great, yes, but the wars, the fighting, the losses… they’d just been kids; Donnie and his brothers and their friends. Dealing with all those things messed them up thoroughly, to the point Donnie still triple checks anyone’s background before letting them get anywhere close to his family.

They’d been heroes at times, been on top of the world and felt like gods- but they’d been so young, back then. So many enemies bearing down on them, so many fractures and wounds put between them by their own bad choices… it’s a wonder any of them lived past thirty, let alone nearly a hundred and still remained as tightly knit as they are.

A flock of birds passes overhead of the farmhouse’s porch, swooping in a swirling cloud of blue feathers. Donnie watches them with lazy attention, and hums to himself.

Tightly knit as they are now, it’s not to say they never had ups and downs. There were years in between the good ones and the great ones, where they hardly spoke at all. Even Mikey. Especially Mikey. There’d been a period of nearly five years where Mikey just… disappeared. No note, no hint of when he’d return. Just… gone, off into the universe with only his nunchucks.

That’d been triggered by Leatherhead’s passing, Donnie recalls with a soft pang of grief. Their first and most dependable mutant friend, and their second friend ever. Mikey’s best friend, even with the decades spent apart because of Dimension-X. Leatherhead had been old even while they were young adults; worn and scarred because of the war he’d fought on behalf of earth and them. When he’d finally passed… the old crocodile had gone quietly, lying down one day and never waking again.

Donnie remembers he and his family had been roughly in their late twenties at the time. That, as he recalls with a tired nostalgia, had been the worst of their budding recovery years.

After holding himself together through their father’s death, and the fracturing of their family following that… Donnie remembers seeing Mikey finally cracking somewhere. And that crack had spread through him, leaving Mikey veritable a spider’s web.

And so he’d run, from the loss, from the grief- from everything. Donnie still can feel the ache Mikey’s absence had left in all of them, even now. He’d very nearly lost his brother for good during those years, and Donnie… still doesn’t know if he’d have recovered from that.

Mikey had come back, of course, but Donnie knows it’d been hard for Mikey to do that. Out of all of them, Mikey has somehow always been the most dependant and yet independent member of their family. Dimension-X proved he could be on his own, as well as all the years he spent wandering; but the way he’d hugged them all upon returning proved he still very much needed his family, even if being in the city where they lost so many people hurt him deeply at times.

Donnie is lucky he’s never lost someone quite like Leatherhead. The people he’s closest to are still alive and healthy as anyone their age can be. Perhaps he should feel a deep stabbing grief for his father’s untimely death, like he knows Raph and Leo still sometimes do… but for whatever reason, Donnie doesn’t feel that.

Everyone Donnie loves is still here with him, spread out as they sometimes are. He’d never had the same relationship his elder brothers did with Splinter, and he’s old enough now to tell that’s likely why Splinter’s death didn’t gut him as much as it could of. Donnie misses his father, but not as much as he would miss any one of his brothers or friends, should they have been the ones who died.

Leo nearly died, years before Splinter actually did, and because of that Donnie knows for certain. His father’s MIA status during those months didn’t affect him nearly as much as Leo’s coma. In the end, it seems the people Donnie did and still does cherish most are his brothers, and the two humans who stuck with them through everything.

April and Casey. Donnie doesn’t know where he and his brothers would have ended up without them. Never mind all the times the two humans bailed Donnie’s family out of trouble at the last second- without April, it’s likely that the world wouldn’t be what it is now. If the Kraang had gotten a hold of April, used her for the terraforming invasion they’d planned… Donnie nearly shudders at the thought. Everyone would be dead or enslaved if they hadn’t rescued April that night, and if she hadn’t taken the hanging threat over her life and spat on it.

Really, if April O’Neil hadn’t been the woman she became, Donnie doesn’t doubt things could have gone so much worse.

He could’ve done without the possession and temporary death, though. That had been… less than enjoyable. Za’naron gave everyone nightmares for months afterwards, most of all Donnie and April. They’ve long since moved past that night, grown out of the strain it’d put on their relationship… but some nights it still comes to him, same as every trauma Donnie has ever been through. He knows April suffers the same way, however little she’s ever spoken about it.

They’re still close, regardless of any fissure put between them before. Regardless of the years their entire family ended up drifting apart, miring in their own griefs and regrets and wanderlust to do and see more than fighting… he and April are still dear friends. Living together, sharing their kitchen and workspace and living room, is proof of how dear they are to each other.

Maybe not how his younger self imagined, but… Donnie is more than content with that. That crush became genuine affection over time, and that genuine affection grew into steady, true love. Again, not the sort his teenage self ever thought would happen, but Donnie as an old and aging turtle likes it just fine. It’s the sort that lasts, that keeps on through decades. The sort that April shares with all of Donnie’s siblings, and Casey, too. The sort that brought them all back together, in the end, and has kept them closely linked ever since.

He’s old, and he’s sentimental, and that’s probably why he’s sitting on a porch by himself and thinking cheesy thoughts about his family when he could be working.

Still, it’s good to come back to this scene ever once in a while. Though it had at first been a place of grief and time spent waiting for miracles… the farmhouse became a staple to them all in years passed. It was the first place Donnie and his brothers could walk freely under the sun, and that’s not something any of them would ever forget in a hurry.

It’s a place his entire family can come back to, and be together like they used to. A place where the world seems distant and there is only warmth and long summer days to be had.

Donnie chuckles to himself. He really is getting old, thinking things like that.

His hearing might be going, too, seeing as a hand is gently laid on his shoulder, and he heard no footsteps approaching.

“I was wondering where you got off to,” says Donnie’s very first best friend, and he turns his head to look up at her.

April smiles, crinkling the few crow’s feet that line her eyes. “Your assistant told me you threw quite the fit at the board of directors today,” She smirks, just as amused as she always is when this happens. “Would you mind telling me why you’re skulking in here, while there are important meetings to be had?”

Donnie looks at his friend, and feels the surge of nostalgia that’s been sweeping him the past few minutes. April has nearly pure white hair now, wrinkles beautifully lining parts of her face. She’s old as he is, and yet…

Donnie knows some of it is makeup, to ease the suspicion that she isn’t quite human. Donnie knows he and his brothers have a few decades yet before their mutant bodies really begin to breakdown, but April?

April was designed to conquer worlds, and what scientist would build a weapon that truly aged?

He suspects April, who walks with a straight back and steely gaze even now, will be around to terrorize rival companies for a long while yet.

“I’m ninety, April,” Donnie says, smirking back at her. “I’m allowed to have moments of elderly madness.”

She rolls her eyes. “Would you mind avoiding tossing papers into employee’s faces? They’re high-strung as it is.”

“Hm, I’ll try my best, but no promises. Old men tend to forget things, you know.”

She swats him. Donnie laughs, giving in and rising from his seat. “Alright, I’ll go apologize to the plebeians. But if they make another try at getting me to retire, I’m firing someone.”

“Not before I do,” April says, clicking her tongue. “I’ve already had three of them this year encourage me to start looking for a proper heir. Money grubbing fiends.”

“Shall we show them we still got it, then?” Donnie offers, holding up an elbow.

“Agreed,” April says, taking the offered arm. The simulation of the farmhouse ends as they turn away from the summery scene, leaving a single bench where Donnie had been sitting.

Exiting the holo room in the experimental testing wing, his droves of personally picked scientists and engineers scurry out of their CEO’s way. April’s little heels click on the floor as they do, sharp clacks like whips as they stroll through the hallways. Her ninja skills haven’t dulled at all over the years, including the art of intimidation.

Donnie is content to simply be a looming and wizened figure, a tad on the scary side thanks to his scars and severe looks when he gets in a mood. Leave it to April to actively play up the intimidation factor.

She doesn’t really need to, being the most powerful known psychic in twenty galaxies, but Donnie supposes a ninety year old woman needs to get her kicks somehow.

They nod briefly at the people exiting the elevator as they get in, and Donnie hits the button for the middling upper levels. As the elevator ascends the height of O’Neil Technologies, Donnie feels a pleased little smile tugging at his lips.

Their teen and young adult years had been brutal, and the decades it’d taken to fully integrate mutant, alien, and human society together had been harsh. But now he’s standing in a polished elevator with his best friend and fellow CEO of the most powerful technology company in the world. His brothers and friends are all still alive and causing the chaos they always have.

Mikey, on the ground levels of New York, free to make any friends he pleases and wandering without a care in the world- Leo, off with Karai and Shinigami, tittering to themselves as Karai’s adopted daughter tries to run the Foot Clan with her uncle and mothers leaning over her shoulder and making comments on things- Raph, up in space and still a roughhousing curmudgeon, even with ocular implants he needs to see and old man bones- Casey, the only fully human member of their family, down half his original limbs and still insistent that he’s fit as he was at fifty and just as reckless as he’s always been about danger.

And April, at Donnie’s side, just as lovely and terrifying as she’d been at twenty, as the two of them continue to build and shape earth’s future with technological advancements, and strong-arming the government officials into not being power hungry idiots.

They’ve lost so much, and yet, gained plenty to make for that. And that is why Donnie can smile, and feel content with the life he’s lived, and will keep living.

Commission info & Kofi link.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #spec commissions #Donatello #jointed-custody #April O'Neil #My writing #i love? old people still being best friends??#the concept of platonic love lasting so long is something i deeply adore #and also want in on #<3 #this family is still a bunch of reckless assholes even as geriatrics #no one is surprised

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Back from Beyond

Leonardo x Reader

Back from Beyond

Prompt: Hi! I love your stories, they’re so cute! Do you mind writing a Leo x Reader where the reader fangirls about Leo out loud?

Note: Okay, so I kind of took some creative liberty here, and I had an idea and just kinda ran with it, so…hope you like it!

You didn’t know when exactly the shift had happened, but it had. The differences were slight, but they were there. You had grown up your entire life in a dimension where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were a huge part of pop culture. You lived in New York, so you were never far when they were filming the latest movie, and of course you went to see them.

But one day you woke up and things had changed. Your TMNT mug was blank. Odd. Maybe you had replaced it and this was another mug you forgot about. Yeah, that must be it. And then, when you walked out of your bedroom, Megan Fox was sitting on the couch, her hair in a messy bun and soft pink pajama pants. She looked at you in alarm.

“Oh my God, you’re awake!”

“What do you mean? Why are you in my apartment? Aren’t you supposed to be in Hollywood or…not in my apartment.”

“(Y/N), what do you remember from before?”

“I…I don’t understand what’s happening.” Your heart raced. You were wide-eyed and so, so very confused. You pressed a hand against your forehead.

“I’m calling Donnie.” Megan pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Sit down.”

“O-okay. Donnie who?”

“Donatello. Your boyfriend’s brother? One of our best friends? Don’t you remember anything?” April asked as the phone rang. You shook your head, thinking. Donatello. The ninja turtle. This wasn’t Megan Fox. No. This was April Freaking O’Neil. She was real. Apparently.

Oh, and one other detail. You were dating one of Donnie’s brothers??? When was this a thing? More importantly, which one was it? Growing up, you had always had a little thing for the leader in blue, but that was nothing you admit until you were sure he was your boyfriend. Maybe it was Raph. Or Mikey. You wouldn’t mind either, to be honest, but you were hoping for Leo.

Was this even real? Holy shit. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe you had too much sugar before going to sleep and now you were mass-hallucinating. My God, this was so surreal. Suddenly you felt dizzy.

“Yeah, Donnie, she’s awake. Just…get here soon, okay? All right. Bye.” April hung up.

“Donnie as in Donatello.” You stated. April nodded slowly. “As in Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph.”

“You remember?”

“Not…exactly…” you stated slowly. “I grew up watching TMNT and…they’re real?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “What’s TMNT?”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? There was a cartoon in the 80’s and another in the early 2000’s and then a new one in 2012 and there were a few movies and…I grew up with these characters. And I kinda had a thing for-”

“Got here was fast as we could.” The group of large mutant turtles climbed through the window, Donnie in the lead with his first aid kit and Leo close behind him, followed by Raph and then Mikey. They all looked nervous to say the least. “She should be in bed.” Donnie said. He walked forward and pressed his large green hand against your forehead. “No fever.” He shined a light in your eye. “Slight concussion, though.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Raph crossed his arms. “After taking a hit like that, she’s lucky to be ali-”

“How do you feel?” Leo asked softly. You felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“I-I’m okay, I think. Just a little dizzy and, uh, overwhelmed.” You replied.

“Leo, can we talk for a second?” April asked. Leo’s eyes lingered on you for a few more moments before he nodded. She pulled him aside to talk to him privately.

“Mikey, take her back to bed while I set up.” Donnie instructed. You could barely utter a word before the orange-masked turtle scooped you up in his arms and took you back through the door to your room.

“How you holdin’ up, angelcakes?”

“I’m all right.” You stated quietly. He smiled.

“Good.” He set you in the bed and pulled the covers around you. “We were all worried. You were out for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Few weeks.” Raph spoke up, arms crossed across his huge chest. And though you weren’t trying to eavesdrop, you could still hear Leo and April’s conversation in the other room through the vents.

“She doesn’t remember anything, Leo. She had no idea we existed.”

“What do you mean?”

“In her dream or whatever it was, we were fictional. Maybe that’s just how her brain processed everything while she was out.”

There was a long pause. You heard the blue-clad turtle take a breath. You could practically hear his heart break.

“So she doesn’t remember anything?”

“No.”

And then Donnie waved his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

“Do you know your name?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You replied.

“And your birthday?” he asked. You answered him. “But you don’t…April said you don’t remember us.”

“I do remember you. All of you. I grew up watching cartoons and movies about you, but…I don’t remember anything from this…life I lived.”

“Interesting.” You could see the wheels turning behind the tall turtle’s brown eyes. By now, Leo and April were standing in the doorway. Leo pushed through his brothers to get to you. “Leo, why don’t you…You know.” Donnie motioned towards you. “I have to collect some data and do some research anyway.”

Donnie, Raph, Mikey, and April stepped out for a second, leaving you and Leo alone. His clear blue eyes met yours briefly before flicking away awkwardly.

“I, uh, I’m Leo. Leonardo. I, uh, we were, um…” He looked at you again and glanced away, tears forming. “I’m sorry.”

“Leo.” You whispered. You reached out for his hand and took it in both of your own, studying each intricate facet of it. “I…the memories I have of my childhood…It was all about you. I…I watched shows and movies about you and your brothers and…well…you were always my favorite.” Your cheeks flushed again. Your eyes were fixed on his large green hand. “I dressed up as you for Halloween with my friends at least four times.” He chuckled a little. “So I think in some way, I did know. I always did. Just not in the way I should have.”

“So what you’re saying is that in this alternate universe, you were a fangirl? Of me?”

“Yes.” You blushed furiously, refusing to make eye contact with him. “I really was. I used to, uh, read fanfiction…about you…”

A slow smile spread across his lips. He leaned into your ear.

“You don’t need fanfiction anymore.” He whispered. It sent a pleasant tingle up your spine. Before he could move, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. His muscular arms gripped you tight, pulling you into his lap. “I love you. I missed you.”

“I…missed you too.”

***

It was a few days later. You were down in the lair, watching as Leo trained. The boys had had a fun time so far helping you readjust and relearn the things you had known. But there was something about this. About watching them fight that just…it felt odd. You tried to rack your brain, but you couldn’t…you couldn’t…you could.

Shredder had kidnapped you. He had used you as bait, and then the boys got there and he hit you and…

It all flooded back. You collapsed, tears running down your cheeks, and moments after your knees hit the floor, Leo was already kneeling in front of you, wiping away the tears.

“What happened? What hurts? Are you okay?” His voice was caring, but the questions came quick. You nodded, tears still flowing.

“I remember.”

“What do you remember?” his heart raced.

“Everything.” You sobbed. Your shaking hands ventured up to his scaly cheeks. “I remember us, Leo. I remember everything.”

His lips pressed a long kiss to your forehead and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Glad to have you back.”

“Glad to be back.”

#leonardo #leonardo x reader #leonardo imagine #leo #leo x reader #leo imagine #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2014 imagine #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt 2016 imagine

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Stages. Chapter 2

Fandom: TMNT Bayverse (2014/2016)

Warnings: Implied character death, grief, and swearing.

They all contributed to the Butsudan, a household altar to commemorate a deceased loved one. Incense, offerings of food, flowers, a picture...

It's a long path to get over loss and they all deal with the grief in different ways.

Anger

“Anger doesn’t solve anything. It builds nothing, but it can destroy everything.”

The lair was again quiet in the early hours of the morning. The usual training was canceled for another day of healing. As the other residents were sleeping sounds of strain could be heard from their makeshift dojo. There, Raphael secluded himself and trained.

The red-banded turtle was taking out his aggression on a punching bag after another fight with his older brother. Heat and anger radiated off of him as blow after blow met the leather of the workout equipment. He had been at this for a few hours and still, his aggression wasn’t quelled. There was a time when fighting like this was calming. The exertion of energy leaving him as he grew tired, his anger forgotten, just the focus on the fight. There was a time when he had a sparring partner.

Raphael had gone to his brother’s lab to vent but when he saw he was busy he decided to wait. He sat on a nearby chair away from Donnie as not to disturb him. It didn’t work as he planned.

“I’ll bite,” Donatello swiveled his chair to face Raphael who was currently bouncing his foot and repeatedly popping his finger joints. “What’s wrong?” He replaced the goggles on his nose with his glasses.

“It’s Leo.”

“Of course it is.” Donnie didn’t flinch at the glare he was given.

“He’s just so fucking high and mighty. Always telling me what I’m doing wrong but not helping! Just this morning he was grilling me on my form and he had that stupid smirk on his face, it just made me so-” he slams his fist on the work table, making the equipment shake.

“Okay, come with me.” Donatello made his way to the door. “You know, before you break something.”

Raphael huffed but followed his brother.

As soon as they entered the dojo Donatello went into a defensive position, fists up to protect his face.

“Come at me”

“What?”

“Come at me, throw some punches. You need to vent and I doubt fighting Leo is going to help.”

Raphael shrugged and got into a similar stance. The two of them slowly circled each other, looking for any opening or weakness. Always the offensive type Raphael was the first to go in for a strike. He let loose a flurry of quick jabs that Donatello was able to narrowly dodge.

Raphael may not have been the fastest out of his brothers but what he lacked in speed he made up for in strength. He changed it up and faked a jab while going for an ax kick.

The kick connected with Donnie’s side causing him to stumble at the unexpected attack. Raphael smirked at his presumed victory. He barely noticed his opponent catch himself with a hand on the floor and plant his foot as a pivot point then…

Raphael was on his back looking at the ceiling of the dojo. ‘Did he just sweep kick me?’

“You have to be patient.” Donatello was looking down at Raphael, the light above obscuring his features. “You kept attacking wildly and even though that kick was a surprise I used it against you.” Raph takes the hand extended out to him and gets up.

“You were too smug and let your guard down. In the end, it took one attack to beat you” Donatello moves a few feet away and gets back into his stance and smiles. “Let’s try again.”

Raphael smiles and prepares for another fight. Donatello occasionally gives tips and helps correct stances and strategy, his voice calm and not patronizing. They go a few rounds, all the while having friendly banter.

Sparring with his older brother, his problems thrown to the wayside. These were some of the most calming moments for Raphael.

Raphael grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and wiped the sweat from his face. He sat and took a moment to collect himself. It would look like the workout was what he was recovering from, but it was more than that.

‘This was all bullshit. Why did it have to happen to Donnie? He wasn’t the best fighter but he wasn’t stupid. What could have gone wrong? They had come home to find the lair a mess and Donnie… He was bleeding, his shell cracked like a-’

Raphael shut his eyes and clenched his fists as he was slumped over the chair. He wasn’t going to use that phrase, not after what they did.

It was two weeks after the incident. Gang activity had been increasing and Leo thought fighting crime was a good way to get out of the lair and distract them. It was a standard mission, get in the warehouse, kick some teeth in, and leave them there for the authorities.

It was supposed to be a standard mission until they showed up.

“Hey Rocksteady,” The warthog, known as Bebop, called out to his partner. “Look who we have here.”

Rocksteady, a hulking rhino, stepped out of the shadows with his partner at his side. The ground shook with each step he took. “Ah, turtles. Where’s your other brotha?” As the two of them laughed Raphael gripped his sais tightly.

“Maybe I should give ‘em the same treatment.” He takes out his sledgehammer from his back as he says this. “Cracked his shell like a fucking walnut. Easy too, little pussy didn’t even give us a good fight.”

That was when they realized who had taken their brother. They talked cruelly of him like it was nothing. That was enough for Raphael. He used all of his force in his attacks, he intended to do some serious harm to these two. He was so out of focus that he hardly gave any damage but received a lot.

Leonardo and Michelangelo came to his aid, getting the two mutants far enough from him so he could recover. As he was going in for another attack he felt two pairs of hands on his arms, pulling him back. His brothers continued to push and lead him away so he wouldn’t go back to the fight.

They were running away.

“ Bye bye, turtles. Go on, run!”

Raphael felt sick.

Raphael goes back to the punching bag. He imagined it was Rocksteady as he attacked it with punches and kicks. He took out all his aggression, his sadness, his rage out on it. He wished he could do this to the real thing. He was making plans to do just that. He was going to give them what was coming to them. His opponent began to change to someone else. Even if he had to do it alone.

As soon as they made it back into the sewers Raphael turned on his eldest brother.

“What the hell was that Leo?!”

“Raph keep it down! They could be around”

Raphael turned back the way they had come and bellowed down the sewer tunnel, arms wide in challenge. “Maybe I WANT THEM TO HEAR ME!” The sound echoed off the walls.

Leo placed a hand on his shoulder “Raph w-” His hand was shoved away and he was met with the heated gaze of his brother.

“They were talking shit about Donnie,” Raphael’s voice was level but the intense rage was still there. “Those bastards were laughing about how ‘easy’ it was. And you…” He paces, his hands twitching from the pure anger coursing through him. He turns back to Leonardo and points at him accusingly. “You always preach that Bushido honor crap but what do you do? You run! You run when some fuckers are degrading our brother.”

“What good would it do?” Leonardo gets chest to chest with Raphael. His voice low and authoritative. “Do you really think we could have taken them Raph? We’re not in the right mind, especially you. We’re all still grieving but we can’t let our emotions get the better of us. When you get angry like that you don’t think. You’re reckless.” Raphael shoves Leonardo away.

“I would have gladly fought them for Donnie. At least I’m not coward.”

Raphael kept up his assault as he imagined he was fighting Leo. “Who does he think he is?! Fearless leader my ass!” The thudding of punches echoed through the dojo walls. “Why did Master Splinter even make him leader? He’s so fucking smug and critical!” He imagined what it would be like having anyone else as a leader. Mikey was too easy going and easily distracted. He himself was too impulsive, he could agree to this sometimes.

The only other candidate would have been Donnie. He may have been annoying sometimes but that might be from hanging out with Mikey the most out of the brothers. Leo was too busy training while Raphael had little patience for the energetic turtle. Donnie was a saint in that department, sure he had his limits like everyone else but it took a lot to get him there. The patience of a leader and the wisdom. If any of them needed advice they either went to Master Splinter or Donatello. He had the traits of a leader but the best he could get was the right-hand man to Leonardo.

He deserved so much better than this. He deserved to live a long life. Get a girl and possibly have a family. These things were unlikely to happen but now he can’t even try. He’s gone because of some fucker thought it would be funny. He’s gone and he wasn’t coming back.

Raphael stopped, he was breathing heavily as he tried to calm his erratic heart. As his angry haze began to leave him he noticed a soft sound, like raw rice grains being poured into a bowl.

Sand was coming out of the rip his sais made in the punching bag, falling to the floor in a small pile at his feet. He sighs and takes the damaged equipment down and puts it in a corner with other punching bags in a similar condition. Raphael re-wraps his hands and sets up another punching bag.

Ready to start the process over again.

“Anger is the emotion we use to avoid more uncomfortable feelings: confusion, fear, sadness.”

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