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danmainacc · 2 years

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MY REASON | THREE

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, character death, fluff, tooth-rotting love, depression, trauma, limes, profanity, i’ll add more if i remember

a/n: so this is a rottmnt movie fic, with heavy emphasis on the time during the apocalypse. and i spell Kraang like this. i just feel like it makes sense. oh, and Leo gets sent into the portal along with Casey. this is so self-insert omg

( 6 months later )

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The sound of explosions and lasers roared echoed through the air as you and Casey supported Leo, the gash in his side making it hard for him to run.

The amount of smoke in the air was making hard to see at this height, so you turned your sights to the sky.

“Axis! I need some aerial cover!” You called to your star pupil, who was soaring overhead.

“On it!” She nodded, turning to the incoming Kraang bot and taking a deep breath. “CAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Her sonic caw made the entire area shake, the Kraang bots within its range shattering.

“Atta girl!” You smiled up at her, Axis shooting you a wink before flying off to help the others.

Leo began stumbling a bit, but Casey readjusted his grip, offering the turtle more support. “I got you, Sensei. Stay with me,” he assured, slightly muffled by his mask.

“You’re a life-saver, Casey Jones,” Leon smiled, thankful.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw a pack of Kraang hounds coming your way, so you pointed your fist at them, shooting a beam of blazing, orange fire.

The Kraang had laid siege to the Base and decimated everything. April stayed back to buy you some time, but who knows what had happened to her.

There was nothing but chaos everywhere, the last bit of our forces just fighting to keep themselves alive.

Hell, you did even know where the younglings were, which was why you were heading to First Cave right now.

“Come on, we’re almost there,” Casey lifted his mask with a smile as we ran up this hill, the head of Lady Liberty resting at the top.

Overhead, a Kraang Mech pointed its glowing eye at us, firing up its laser.

“Gimme a sec!” You exclaimed, quickly moving from under Leo’s arm and flying up to the robot.

“Mom!” Casey worriedly shouted.

You ignited yourself into flame and dove straight through the thing’s metal armor, its eye becoming dull as you flew out the other side, turning off your flames and getting right back up under Leo.

“Sorry for the wait,” you panted with a smile.

The turtle turned to you with a love-struck smile and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Watch out!” Casey exclaimed, Kraang hounds about to attack us from behind.

You let out a startled scream and Leo tackled you and Casey to the ground, shielding the both of you with himself.

“Bad doggies!” a familiar voice exclaimed, blasting the dogs away.

‘Oh, thank God.’

“Impeccable timing, little brother. Very dramatic,” Leo smirked as we turned around, Mikey in all his mystic glory floating in front of us.

His eyes glowed as he sat criss-cross in mid-air, swirling his arms around to create his infinity chain.

You and Casey propped Leo up on a pile of rocks, Mikey hovering over to you three.

“Help him, guys. He’s hurt bad,” Casey asked, frantically looking between you and Mikey.

You sighed and gave Leo an apologetic look, him taking your hand in his as he gave you a firm nod.

“This is going to hurt,” you sighed, igniting a small fire in your hand, pressing it into his gash.

He let out a hoarse yell of pain and you winced, taking your hand away after a few more seconds.

“Tha...Thanks, (n/n),” he panted, lifting his gaze from his cauterized wound, to the fighting ensuing below the hill.

“That’s it. The resistance failed. The Kraang won.”

You looked behind you, the opening of First Cave right there, but no children in sight.

“The kids....they’re not here,” you said shakily, tearing your stare from the cave as quick as you could.

This entire situation of gone from bad to nightmarish.

“But it isn’t over. We’ve still got a ninja’s greatest weapon...hope,” Leon smiled, slowly turning to his brother.

“That and a badass mystic warrior.”

You suddenly realized what he meant and you smiled, your last sliver of hope returning.

‘This is it.’

“Mikey, we need a time gateway,” Leo asked, giving him a serious look.

Mikey’s brow bones furrowed, “It’ll take everything I have.”

“I know, but this is our last chance. It’s our only chance,” Leo sighed, clutching his side.

Mikey gave him a firm nod before floating off to the side, rolling up his cape.

“Wait, what’s going on? Where is he going?” Casey asked frantically, confused.

“Casey, listen,” Leo ordered, the boy quickly turned his attention to his teacher. “The Kraang first came to our planet through a mystic doorway.”

Leo took out a group picture of all six of you, the boys, April, and you, and flipped it over, drawing picture of the Kraang key

“The key that opened the doorway looked like this,” he continued, handing the photo to Casey.

“Why are you telling me this?” Casey asked, still very much confused.

You sighed, “Because Mikey is about to sen you back in time to the day that the key was stolen.”

His eyes went wide in shock. “Wait! He’s gonna WHAT?!”

“The people that stole the key opened the doorway for the Kraang. You have to find it before that happens. Find the key, stop the Kraang,” Leo continued, his tone firm.

“But, Sensei--.” “Say it!” Leo ordered, grabbing Casey’s shoulder.

“Find the key, stop the Kraang,” Case repeated, a slight tinge of fear in his eye.

He looked down sadly, before looking back up at the two of you.

“I don’t wanna lose you guys.”

You and Leo gave him a warm smile, one of your hands resting on each of his shoulders.

“Casey, it’s not about us--.” Suddenly, a bright red light shone on you, another Kraang Mech preparing for attack.

“They found us!” Casey exclaimed, whirring up his chainsaw-hockey stick.

You and Leo jumped up to fight as well, only for more light to shine on you from behind.

Another Kraang Mech.

“Mikey!” Leo called to his brother, the portal still not ready.

The orange clad turtle was beginning to flake away, and he gave himself a somber look before increasing the power, pulling the portal wider with painful yells.

“Master Michelangelo, no! You’re gonna--!” Mikey turned around, shooting Casey a quick wink before he gave it a final pull, the portal ready, and the mystic warrior gone.

Leo looked away sadly and you placed an assuring hand on your husband’s shoulder.

That’s when you noticed the Kraang Mech from behind the portal, its sights set on Leo.

‘NO!’

In one motion, you moved in front of your husband, the laser going through you instead.

You gasped at the sudden volcano of pain, Leo looking at you completely destroyed as your blood splattered over his plastron.

Your eyes traveled down your body to see that, luckily, you hadn’t been completely eviscerated, but a golf ball sized hole was now in the center of your chest.

“MOM!” Casey screamed as you flopped into Leo’s arms, your breathing incredibly shallow.

Leo looked down at you in disbelief, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared down at the hole.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening,” he muttered to himself, clutching your body close to him.

“P...ortal......now,” you said hoarsely, reminding your husband of what needed to be done.

He drew a shaky breathe, nodding, and lifted his gaze to look dead at Casey. “You gotta get in that portal,” he ordered, the sound of a whirring laser from behind getting louder and louder.

“What?! No! I’m not leaving you!” Casey cried, the tears pouring down his cheeks at the sight of his mother.

“Casey, I don’t have a lot of time. I love you more than anything in the world, and right now, I need you to go. I will always be there for you, Case,” you quickly said, using up most of your energy.

He shook his head, not wanting to believe this was happening. Leo grunted, grabbed him by the shoulder, flinging him into the portal.

“See you on the other side, kid,” he smiled through tears, his son disappearing through the gate.

“Le...o. Sta...nd me up,” you asked, your head laying limply on his chest.

He quickly complied, cupping your cheek in his hand as you looked up at him.

“Guess we were right. We will be together ‘til the end,” he smiled, bitter-sweetly, the laser almost ready to fire.

You guiltily sighed, mustering up the rest of your energy.

“I’m sorry, Leon. But I gotta break our promise.”

You gave him a quick, hot kiss on the lips before breaking away, shoving him into the portal, hard.

“(N/N)!” he screamed, holding his hand out to reach you.

You smiled, falling to your knees as the darkness began creeping into your vision.

You stuck your tongue out and threw down a peace sign before the giant beam struck you, turning your body into nothing but dust.

And there went your best friend, your family, your husband, your everything.

At long last, the Kraang had won.

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mad4turtles · 11 months

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Hi 🙂 Loved your work over on Ao3, so I thought I'd shoot my shot at a rottmnt fic request!I had an idea for a prompt that has a premise like

• Takes place in the future timeline.

• I hc that CJ probably had at least ONE super rebellious moment in his younger years. I mean he's a child raised by both Cassandra Jones and the Hamatos 😂

• Casey Jr is still young enough that he's not allowed on missions

I can imagine CJ really pushing to start going on missions after witnessing the aftermath of one gone very bad. He just wants to be more useful & be able to protect his family like they always protect him and aid the Resistance. Casey and Leo probably get into it on the topic of Casey going on missions cause Leo is both his sensei AND one of his primary parental figures. CJ wants, Leo definitely does not want.

CJ sneaks out anyway to prove a point & scares the crap out of the fam. CJ runs into some trouble, maybe gets only mildly hurt, but scared & definitely learned an important lesson. Leo and the squad pull up ready to annihilate x5 cause their kid is the thing that's in danger. Some much needed, healthy heart to heart between Leo and CJ after everyone is safe and any wounds are treated. Cause their bond has me in a chokehold 🥹

Thank you for offering up request! Super awesome if this prompt is do-able for you!

... anon. my friend, my good pal. Do you know what you have done to me?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO LION KING THE HELL OUT OF THESE TURTLES AND YOU HAVE GRANTED MY WISH. I salute you!

This is a two-parter because I got 9 pages in and really didn't want to rush this. I was having far too much fun!

Enjoy Part 1 XD

(EDIT: PART 2 IS HERE)

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brave when i have to be

“Absolutely not.”

And really, Casey should have expected it. Even so, his jaw drops. “What?! Why?!”

Master Hamato Leonardo, leader of the only Resistance faction in the remains of Merica, and Casey's godfather, plants his hands on his hips and sighs. “We've been over this a thousand times, CJ—”

“But sensei,” Casey interrupts, stepping forward and clutching Uncle Tello's chainsaw hockey stick tight to his chest, “I can help! I'm not as strong as you, but I can still hold my own! I can scout, carry supplies back to base, or—or anything besides sitting around down here doing nothing while everyone else—!”

“I sincerely hope you're not just 'sitting around down here doing nothing' when there is plenty of training you could be doing and studying you can be catching up on,” Uncle Leo—no, Sensei right now—shoots back with an arched brow, frowning. At Casey's silent squirming, he leans forward with narrowed eyes that the boy avoids. "Don't think I haven't noticed. I got word from your dear Uncle Tello that your most recent test scores were, ah, disappointing.”

“Snitch,” Casey whines, scowling at the floor.

Sensei leans back with another sigh, massaging his wrinkled brow with his prosthetic hand. Casey tries not to stare and fails.

“Look, bud,” Sensei says, “Your heart is in the right place. You want to help, prove yourself and all that jazz, and you've come a long way. I mean that. But you're still young. Hell, even I wasn't going out fighting bad guys when I was your age; I was hot-wiring cars with Don for joyrides, vandalizing corporate office buildings—shitty teenage boy stuff that we thought was cool. Right now, that's all I want from you; to be safe down here, doing shitty teenage boy stuff while you still can. And keeping up with your training and studies, too, that's kinda important.”

Casey rolls his eyes. “Kinda hard to do that stuck down here, but whatever...” he mutters.

Sensei's eye twitches. “Okay, I know I just said you should be a shitty teen, but that attitude right now is no bueno, niñito.”

“I'm not a little boy anymore, Sensei!” Casey cries. “I can take care of myself! I can fight, just like you! This is what you trained me for, isn't it?! To fight the Krang and save our world! I can help, why won't you let me—?!”

“Because you're not ready, dammit!” Sensei snaps, and Casey almost jumps. The slider lets out another breath, muttering what sounds like a prayer for patience. “You're not ready, Case. The Krang are stronger than all of us—I can barely stand to send your uncles and aunt up there, you think I wanna drag you along and watch you get—”

“I'm not weak, Sensei!”

“I'm not saying that, don't put words into my mouth—”

“Well, you're sure implying it!”

“Again, you can knock off that attitude—jeez, I sound like my Dad—”

“I'm not a baby, Sensei!” Casey stomps his foot. Yes, it's childish, but damn it, his Sensei won't listen. “You can't shelter me from everything!”

“You're really gonna make me say it. You're really gonna make me pull that card, aren't you.”

Casey bristles, his chest hot. “Don't—“

“Your mother left me with a responsibility to look after you, kid,” Sensei cuts in like a knife, prodding a metal finger in Casey's chest where his mother's mask is tucked against his shirt. “I promised her that I'd watch over you if the worst ever happened. And guess what, it did. And if you think for a second that I'm gonna break that promise over your stupid-ass death wish—!”

Eyes stinging and hot, Casey slaps the metal hand away and screams, “To hell what you think, you're not my father!”

Silence.

Casey hears a leaky pipe dripping, his own thundering heartbeat. He looks up. His Sensei's face is slack with shock—and a hint of hurt—as he stares at Casey. For what feels like forever, they just stare at each other.

Casey wants to take it back—he needs to take it back because none of that was even remotely true or fair. It was mean, and Casey Jones Jr is a lot of things but he's not mean. That's not how he was raised, in part by the very turtle standing before him. He has to take it back.

But while Casey isn't mean, he is every inch his mother in her stubbornness, so he locks his jaw.

Sensei's expression goes blank. The slider takes a step back, drawing a deep breath that's barely steady, shoulders squared and shit. Casey should've taken it back.

“... You're right,” Sensei says, his voice hard and cold. “You're right. I'm not your father. But I am your teacher and your superior officer, and as long as you're living under my layer of earth and metal, you'll obey my rules. You can start by reporting to the mess hall to cover Dan on dish duty, then you can take yourself straight to your quarters for the rest of the evening. Tee-ell-dee-arr, this discussion is over, and your ass is grounded.”

Casey chokes. “W-What?!”

"Uh-huh. For a month."

"What?!"

“You heard me. Think of this as your punishment for your insubordination and disrespect.”

“Kutabare.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You can't just—!”

“Keep it up and see what happens, I am being so serious right now.”

Casey meets his Sensei glare for glare. Ultimately, stubbornness aside, Casey relents first, scowling at the floor. “... Yessir,” he bites out.

Sensei nods curtly. “Good. Dismissed.”

Casey turns on his heel and storms out of Sensei's room, hissing under his breath the whole way to the mess hall.

(He doesn't hear his Sensei's hitched sigh or see the trembling hand that covers his face as he sits heavily on the bed.)

~0o0~

It's a stupid, stupid idea.

But his Sensei always told him to trust his gut and follow his heart—it's his greatest strength—and Casey's heart is screaming at him to help.

This isn't for him—not entirely. It's for everyone who comes home beaten and bloody, hope crumbling with every defeat. It's for the ones who never come back—for his Mom and Uncle Raph, who loved him, all of them, enough to stay behind and die with a war cry and a smile. It's for his Sensei, still recovering from losing his arm.

I'm doing this for them, he thinks as he slips his mask on, putting all his training to use as he sticks to the shadows, creeping along the edge of the crowd of foragers before slipping into an empty crate. His heart pounds in his ribcage, ears ringing as he feels the crate start to move, mechanical wheels squeaking as the squad move out through the tunnels.

I'm not weak. I'm not defenceless. I can do this. I can help.

~0o0~

Casey doesn't go to the surface often. Uncle Tello used to bring him up to try and find the stars when the pollution wasn't as dense, lifting him and pointing out the constellations they could see from their hiding spot. Master Michelangelo brought him once to fly him over the ruins of New York, and show him what had once been a bustling city full of people; Casey still can't wrap his head around that many people existing in one space without a care.

But that was years ago.

Casey can still find his way back to base. He has the evacuation routes memorized down to the last detail, and Master Michelangelo had left mystic markings to lead lost ones back home, near invisible unless you knew what to look for—

“Or if you're family,” he'd said with a grin and wink. “Then you won't just see it. You'll feel it. The pull of home.”

Now, as Casey wanders the wasteland of what used to be Lower Manhattan, he wishes he could feel that pull. Leaving the foraging troop to scout ahead for danger was not one of his better ideas. Especially when they didn't know you had tagged along, and they move on without you.

If I don't die out here, I'm dead when I get back, Casey thinks as he crouches behind the wreckage of a vehicle buried in the ruins, trying not to panic and mostly failing.

Sensei had lost his arm in their most recent mission. He'd barely made it back alive, Commander O'Neil dragging him on her back, ragged, burnt and losing blood fast. They were among the seven survivors from the raid that had left with seventeen.

It was close. They'd had a replacement ready in time, but it was. Too. Close.

Casey had already lost his mom. He can barely remember her voice now. He can't lose Uncle Leo. He can't lose anyone else because he can't protect them. He can't. He won't.

Still, he thinks as he curls up into a ball to fight the chill sweeping across the landscape, you probably should've listened.

“What do we have here?”

Casey's heart skips.

Shit.

Instinct saves him as he rolls out of the way right as the robotic claws of a Krang suit obliterate his shelter.

The dust clears, revealing the glowing, delighted eyes of the creature piloting the mech suit looming over him. Jagged teeth flash in the red glare of the mech's singular eye as the Krang grins down at the boy trembling at its feet.

Casey gapes behind his mask. He'd gone out looking for trouble, and it finds him in the form of—

“Krang Subprime!”

Subprime cackles. “That's right! I see that my reputation precedes me. About damn time, too!”

Casey's heard enough stories and reports to know how dangerous Subprime is. Responsible for leading the charge that had wiped out Asia and melted the icecaps, he's Krang Prime's right hand for a reason.

He'd gotten the drop on the raid team in the last mission. He'd taken Uncle Leo's arm. And now he's found Casey. Alone.

Casey can't beat him. He'll die out here, and no one will know until it's too late.

You should've listened.

But Subprime has a weakness. A glaring one that most Krang don't seem to have. All Casey needs to do is exploit it, buy himself some time. He won't win, but he'll live. And get this asshole back for nearly killing his Uncle. Maybe. Hopefully.

Spirits, please let this work.

“Not really,” he says, surprised when his voice doesn't shake like the rest of him. “Everyone thinks you're freaking annoying, nothing compared to Prime. My Uncle says your all bark, no balls.”

Subprime's eyes pop open wide, mouth gaping like a fish. Casey considers laughing.

(His one weakness: his ego is fragile as hell.)

“You—You little shit!” he squawks, stomping closer and leaning down until he's face to wrinkled, pink face with Casey, eyes blazing. Casey holds his position, gripping his weapon tight in one hand, holding his breath against the stink of Krang flesh and dripping saliva.

“I should vaporize your sorry butt right freaking here, you disrespectful waste of flesh! Sure, Prime may be our leader, but I'm the tactical mastermind, y'hear me! I'm the reason we've come this far in taking over this planet! I'm the brains in the outfit—!”

“Literally though,” Casey grins, shifting ever so slightly on his back. Rocks and metal dig into his back, and he does his best to ignore it. He has never been this close to a living Krang, and he's scared shitless, but he can't falter. He can still get away. He can still live. “I mean, You are a giant brain thing in a mech suit, so...”

“Shut up! You talk more than that dumb blue turtle with the fancy sword.” Then Subprime grins, slow and vicious. “Speaking of which, how is he? Last I saw, he was bleedin' out pretty bad after I bit his arm off. Never heard him scream like that. It was music to my ears.” He licks his lips. “His blood tasted delightful.”

Casey wants to be sick. He wants to kill this disgusting son of a bitch more than he's ever wanted anything in his life.

Keep your cool, Case, Sensei's voice echoes in his ears. Anger is a dangerous ally when it's not focused. Sharpen it. Give it form.

Casey breathes in.

“Aw, got nothin' to say, pipsqueak?” Subprime chuckles, slamming a metal hand beside Casey's head, caging him in. “Now, you've got two options. You can spend the rest of your worthless life in our labour camp, or go ahead and make your last request. If nothing else, it'll be entertaining. I do enjoy the way you humans beg for mercy.”

Casey breathes out.

“In that case, I have one request if you would kindly grant it,” he says softly.

Subprime chortles and leans in, jagged teeth dripping. “I'm all ears.”

“Could you scream in agony like a little girl bleeding from the face?”

Subprime blinks. “Could I what—?”

Casey thrusts his roaring chainsaw into Subprime's left eye.

Subprime screeches and rears back, metal hand cradling his bleeding face. “YOU—YOU SON OF A—!”

Casey is already running, leaping over and ducking under debris and wreckages from a time long gone.

For my Sensei, you dusty bitch!

He can hear Subprime giving chase, moving faster than anything Casey can hope to outpace. But he has size on his side, and he squeezes through tight gaps between collapsed buildings and pipework, crawling through a gaping fissure in the ground leading to the sewer system. Far too big and down an eye, Subprime struggles to catch up, bellowing and hissing after Casey as he brute forces his way through the rubble and vines, claws just catching the frayed hem of Casey's cape.

“Shit—!” Casey stumbles, careening into a wall slick with Krang slime and—a familiar smell that Casey doesn't want to think about too much as he bolts down through the tunnel, feet and heart pounding. He'd thought—hoped—blinding the bastard would've slowed him down.

“Wretched brat! I'll tear you limb from limb, you insignificant—!”

“Can't catch me, bitch!” Casey screams back, scrambling up a rusty ladder that leads back to the surface. Adrenaline pumps through him like electricity, and he all but punches the sewer grate, barely feeling the pain in his busted knuckles, crawling out into the open.

He remembers this street; it leads to the Hudson Cross—from there, he can find Uncle Mikey's runes. He can get home—

“Gotcha!”

Cold, solid metal slams Casey into the asphalt, pinning him face down. His hockey stick flies from his grip, skidding out of reach. The breath leaves him in a painful rush, he can't even cry out as one claw pierces his shoulder. Warmth pools under his shirt and drips onto the concrete, sticky and wet.

No.

“Heh... hehe,” Subprime's wheezing laughter over Casey's head feels like a blade against his neck, honed, ready and aching to swing. “Thought you could get away, did ya?”

No, please.

He can't help it. Casey sniffles, tears leaking through his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.

I was so close.

“Awww, what's this? Tears? Gimme a Krangin' break!” Subprime presses harder. Casey chokes on a sob as his bones creak in protest. “What's next, you gonna call mommy and daddy to come save you from the big, mean old Krang-y? Ha! Should'a thought of that before ya blinded me, you freakin' pest!”

Help. Somebody, please, Sensei—

“Forget the labour camp.” Subprime tightens his grip and lifts Casey's limp, bleeding body off the ground. “I'm gonna enjoy smashing you to a bloody pulp instead!”

Help me, please! Da—

“Put. Him. Down.”

Casey's eyes snap open.

Subprime's grin falls. “Huh—?”

A flash of green, and a blade slices Subprime's arm from his shoulder.

Casey's falling for half a heartbeat before two strong arms pluck him from the air. His stomach swoops as he scrambles for purchase on—he squints—Uncle Tello's shoulders as they zip across the street on the propellers of Tello's battle shell. “Oh my god!” he cries.

“Not quite,” Uncle Tello quips as he skids across the broken street and sticks the landing. His purple visor flickers to life across his eyes, analysing Casey's from head to toe. He doesn't put him down. “Are you alright?”

Casey's knuckles are broken on his right hand. His shoulder and nose are still oozing blood, and his body feels like one giant bruise from that chokeslam into the ground. He can hear Sensei and Commander O'Neil holding an enraged Subprime back behind them, and his heart feels ready to leave his body with how hard it's beating. Other than that—

“I-I'm okay,” he stammers. He sniffs, swiping his unbroken hand under his nose. “I'm—I'm okay.”

Uncle Tello doesn't look convinced. “Can you stand?” he asks anyway. Casey nods, and Uncle Tello sets him down carefully. He keeps one strong arm draped around Casey's shoulders, bringing the other up to speak into his vambrace, his tone clipped and urgent. “Nardo, April, I've got him. A little banged up, but nothing serious. I've also got a pack of Krang Hounds incoming from the south, ETA two minutes. Sister is with them and seems to be in a good mood. Much as I want to carve the innards out of Subpar here, we gotta book it.”

Casey gulps. Subprime is one thing, but he never wants to meet the Sister.

He looks over his shoulder—and chokes when he sees Master Leonardo standing on top of Subprime's fallen mech, sword poised over his bloody eye. He can't see the slider's face, but his voice carries across the empty street, cold and dark and nothing at all like the man he knows—

“Don't. Touch. My boy.”

And then he carves Subprime's eyeball out of the socket, tossing it across the street.

Subprime wails in agony, thrashing on the ground and narrowly missing Commander O'Neil as she slides neatly under his flailing leg, nabbing Casey's weapon as she sprints over to them, Master Leonardo not far behind.

“Get going!” she shouts.

Casey doesn't need telling twice and runs like a bat out of hell, not daring to look back. Uncle Tello, who can run (or fly) rings around Casey any day, sticks close to his side. Commander O'Neil draws up on his right, leaving his Master at the rear, boxing Casey in.

“How're we gonna get back to base before they get here?!” he cries. He can hear the barking and howling already, getting louder, closer.

His aunt grins. “Same way we got here so fast!”

Ahead, golden light explodes like a star against the twilight, leaving a mystic ring of blessed orange in its wake.

Master Michelangelo hovers above it, winking. “All aboard the Mikey Express, leaving now!”

“Impeccable timing, little brother!” Uncle Tello crows. Casey wants to cry.

They all leap through the mystic portal right as the first Hound rounds the corner of a building. Michelangelo zips through last and shuts it with a swipe of his hands, plunging them into darkness and silence save for their panting.

They're back in the tunnels. They're home.

Casey drops his head with a shuddering breath, leaning back into Michelangelo's steadying hands on his shoulders. It stings, but it's grounding. He can breathe. It's over.

Then he lifts his head to look at the back of his Sensei's shell, sees his clenched fists and thinks it is far from over.

“Leonardo,” Uncle Tello approaches the slider, one hand reaching out. “It's fine. It's fine, we are all fine, so I need you to do me a solid and breathe—”

Sensei slowly turns his head to face Uncle Tello, and even Commander O'Neil takes a step back at the frigid rage swirling in his eyes. Michelangelo inhales sharply through his nose, gently pulling Casey closer. Uncle Tello doesn't flinch, meeting his twin's glare evenly. Eventually, he backs off with raised hands.

Then Sensei turns to Casey, and Casey wilts under his stare. He's pissed.

Somehow, Casey finds his voice. “...um... Sensei, I—”

“You. Deliberately disobeyed me,” Master Leonardo says lowly, and oh god, he's not pissed. He is livid.

Casey shrinks back against Michelangelo's chest, his grip the one thing keeping his knees from folding under him. “Sensei, I'm—I'm sorry—”

“Medbay. Now.”

Master Leonardo marches past them, brisk and tense, a silent threat that they should follow if they want to live.

Uncle Tello and Commander O'Neil share a look that Casey can't translate. Then Uncle Tello sighs, his expression crumpling for the first time as he buries his face in his hands. This close, Casey can see how much they're shaking.

Casey's gut twists viciously with guilt.

Commander—no—Aunt April pats Uncle Tello's shoulder firmly with one hand, the other pulling back his frayed purple hood. “It's alright, Don," she says. "Casey's here. Leo's here. We're all here."

Uncle Tello's breath shudders out of him. His head still in his hands, his snout twists as he nods.

Aunt April smiles ruefully, patting the soft shell's arm again. "Go. Take care of yourself, Dee. We'll handle things here.”

Uncle Tello responds with another nod, making Casey's innards twist even more as he watches him go.

Then Aunt April sighs, looking at Uncle Mikey and cocking her head after Master Leonardo. The mystic warrior nods back and ushers Casey forward, not letting him go.

“Don't worry, little man,” he says softly, pressing his beak into Casey's mangled hair. Like he's trying to convince himself that Casey's here at all. “We'll patch you up first, then we can rest. It's... it's been a long day.”

Tell me about it, Casey almost says. Instead—“'M really sorry, Uncle Mike...”

His Uncle sighs into his hair before pressing a kiss to his crown. “I know you are, little man. But I'm not really the guy you should be apologizing to.”

Casey gulps.

I think I might've had better chances with Subprime.

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Part 2 coming soon!

(Feel free to send more requests <;3)

#rottmnt #my writing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles the movie #future leo #casey jones jr #hoooo boy casey is IN for it y'all #i also HAD to use Subprime i miss that son of a bitch

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averagetmntfan · 2 months

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Get served!..or maybe later.

(TBADM mini fic!!)

(*COUGH* @mikey-rottmnt)

“Pff, you think I’m no match for your skill?” Koi smirks, crossing his arms furiously. Cup gives him a look. His expression shifts to a completive game face. “wanna bet, playboy?” He responds, tying an apron around his waist.

“H-hey now, guys! just calm down, would ya?” Vin tries to reason with them, but it went through one ear, and out the other. “oh boy, here we go..” mugs leaned on the kitchen wall, readying up his phone to record this memorable battle.

“I serve mugs, and you serve vins.” Cup suggested. Koi nods, determined to kick cups ass in this cook off. The others gather around the island table, curious on how this will turn out in the end. Not well, clearly. But who cares? It’s gonna be memorable, that’s for sure.

“Cup, come on. Your more mature to waste time battling a kid..” vin rests a hand on cups shoulder. While koi takes massive offence! The audacity!! Koi was a respected, young man! Not some crayon colorer!!

“I beg to differ! I’m gonna make a dish so savoury, you won’t even want the meal to be devoured!!” He claims, confidence through the damn roof.

“okay, if we’re really doing this..y’all need to wash your hands. It’s the number 1 rule of cooking!!” They all nod in agreement. “Ok, fine. We’ll see who’s better, after we wash off.” They quickly hurry off to get themselves ready for this food war..

—————————————————————

“On your mark..” tic, tic, Tic…

“Get set..” tic, tic, tic..RIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!

“GO!!” the whole crew Erupts with cheers and screams! As our 2 battle in the kitchen, sabotaging one an other!!

“Oops! I took all the spices! Looks like your using salt, playboy!!” Cup shoves koi outta the way, selfishly taking all the spices. Even though we all know he’s only gonna use like, 3 of them for his dish. Koi fumes with frustration. Ok, that’s how we’re gonna play, huh? well, so be it. Koi yoinks the need spices right out of cups grip! “Think again, teacup!”

As the 2 battle it out, the sideline conversations were quite interesting..

“Hang on a Sec..” Bendy wondered. Chip turns his attention.

“Isn’t the over and stove like, broken right now?” Bendy says. The whole gang goes silent. The only thing being heard was mockery from cup and koi.

“Eh, they’ll figure it out. Eventually..-“ mugs shrugs, the others agreeing. They record these 2 idiots, containing there laughter quite well!

I guess they’re ordering pizza tonight…

THE END<33

#<3 #jj rambles #tbadm au

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Weak Spot - Chapter 15

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Slice of Life, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Synopsis: Though it hadn't come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Some light housekeeping so hopefully it's a little more clear what this fic is about! If you ever have notes for me, feel free to send them over!

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

They Were Roommates: Weather!

Phone Guy: Five day says we should be clear.

They Were Roommates: Schedules!

Sink: Open or requested off and granted!

They Were Roommates: Equipment!

Nervous Nell: Uuh, I’m ggonna drive up to see my parents and get their canoe! I’ll have to meet you there, but I’ll get a coooler and girlll stuff…

They Were Roommates: Food!

You: Car Beta will be hitting a store en route

They Were Roommates: Those unaccounted for!

Phone Guy: We got everybody except Travis.

They Were Roommates: You know what that means?!

Phone Guy: Lake day

You: Lake Day!

Sink: Lake Day!

Nervous Nell is typing…

They Were Roommates: Hey!

Nervous Nell: Llake day, yup!

They Were Roommates: What is up with you?

Nervous Nell: Sorry, lookin out my window. My gf said she was close like 20 mins ago...

Sink: No.

Nervous Nell: Huh?

Sink: No siggys at lake day!!

Phone Guy: We said no to making siggys a thing.

Sink: Ugh

Sink: No SiGnIfIcAnT oThErS at lake day.

Nervous Nell: Sshe gonna come up to my parents house though!

They Were Roommates: She ghosted you dude, move on.

Nervous Nell: Don’t say that!

They Were Roommates: Too late

They Were Roommates: Actually…

Nervous Nell: Yyeah?

They Were Roommates: I move to make an exception for Y/N’s boyfriend.

You: What?

Nervous Nell: Hhow come-?

Sink: We don’t do this! People break up too often and it ruins the memories.

Phone Guy: Just say photos. What is wrong with you?

You: Hey! This wasn’t my idea!

They Were Roommates: Did you all know Y/N had a crush on the Jolly Green Giant as a kid?

Nervous Nell, Sink, and Phone Guy are typing…

You: OPEN YOUR DOOR

You: I JUST WANT TO TALK

They Were Roommates: Help! Someone’s trying to break in!

Phone Guy: Oh no

Phone Guy: Think of the collateral damage.

You: Why the hell would you say that?!

They Were Roommates: Because you didn’t deny it and now you’re freaking out so, guess what?

They Were Roommates: You played yourself!

Sink: jalfkhsdfads

Phone Guy: Archived*

Nervous Nell: Hhe’s a mutant, right?

You: Yeah

You: He is.

You: Is that a problem?

Nervous Nell: Iit’s fine! Uh I didn’t mean for that to saound bad!

They Were Roommates: I think what he means is he’s curious to meet one.

You: Donatello isn’t some experiment gone wrong. He’s not here for you to study. He’s a person.

Nervous Nell is typing…

Sink: While he digs his grave, what’s up with this double standard Cor? You’re the one who came up with the no sigs rule!

Phone Guy: That’s worse.

They Were Roommates: Founder’s rights.

You: Why are you doing this?

They Were Roommates: I think he’s gonna stick around. He needs a serious group vetting.

Sink: We’ll I’ll be damned. You’re willing to stake lake day on this?

They Were Roommates: I’m that serious.

They Were Roommates: That’s the vote.

They Were Roommates: All in favor?

Sink: Hell alright

Phone Guy: I don’t care

Nervous Nell: I mean, yyeah. I’d like to meet him

You: It’s up to him.

They Were Roommates: He’ll say yes

They Were Roommates: Anyway, moving on!

They Were Roommates: Nell, what were you saying about your ex?

Nervous Nell is typing…

Standing outside of Donnie’s door, you pressed your palms into your eyes until they stung. You’d been buzzed up automatically by that digital check so he must have known you were out here. You could almost imagine him looking through the peephole and wondering why you were struggling. Not wanting to keep the figment waiting, you blew out an irritated breath and knocked.

There was a pause before the door opened which had you second guessing yourself.

You watched as Donnie left the thing open and wandered back inside.

“You okay?” You followed after him and closed the door behind you.

He held up a finger before it returned to his desk so he could type something out on his computer. It was the first time you’d seen the thing active. The many screens glowed purple and seemed to hold a multitude of windows. Trying to take in as much information as possible, you went to study a prominent list when the whole system shut off.

He turned to you. “Final preparations complete. You were saying?”

“You can always say no. Change your mind. We can spend the day together; just the two of us.”

His snout scrunched slightly. “I know you heard what I just annouced.”

“Yeah, I just…” You looked away and then back. Donnie was wearing a black, high-necked rash guard that perfectly concealed whatever was under those bandages of his. Below that he had a pair of surprisingly casual black board shorts with a purple band that matched his bandana.

“This is suitable attire.”

“That’s not what I’m…” You clicked your tongue. “My friends are a lot.”

“You’ve both told me and I’ve seen as much if your roommate is any indication.”

“I know…”

He folded his arms. “Is this an insinuation that I should decline?”

Your eyes shot to his face. “What? No!”

He shifted his weight to one hip. “Do you think I’ll demean you in some way?”

“Of course not!”

“Then what is your concern?” He unfurled and closed the distance between you.

You looked down at your ragged shoes. “I…”

His feet shuffled into view and you caught the purple flip flops there.

“You look cute.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s hard to explain!” You brought your head up only to loll it back. “I’ve known most of these people for a decade at this point and they’re weird! They’re going to be watching you like a science experiment and I was sure you were gonna say no on principle when I asked you to come. Except…. You didn’t! You said yes and then we did all the crazy preparation and suddenly it’s day of and my idiot roommate is downstairs waiting in a car she borrowed through like five different connections and you’ve got on this adorable outfit and I just-!” You wound down and let your lids drop. “I want them to like you like I like you.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

You let its weight linger before you opened your eyes.

Donnie was waiting with what seemed like a patient gaze. “You misspoke. You certainly don’t want them to like me in the same way you do.”

You swatted at him.

He dodged easily by only moving his upper body while his feet stayed planted.

“Stop making light of my worries!”

“A logic query then?”

You frowned.

He went ahead anyway. “If they were to dislike me after today, would you stop seeing me?”

“Never.”

“Would that effect your relationship with them?”

“No…” Your mouth curled up into one corner. “Well… they’d probably do that thing where you secretly hate your friend’s partner, but never tell them to their face cause they’re so deep in it so instead you always try to change the subject and talk about anything but-”

Narrowly missing biting your tongue you realized your folly.

You’d insinuated Donatello was your partner.

Peaking at Donnie, he seemed to be processing your statement.

It was both happiness and discontent.

You both wanted to finally have a label, but also didn’t want to rush and ruin the one you could have.

“Sounds like a tiring exercise of moronic social convention.”

“Yeah…”

“I planned to elevate this by impressing them for your sake.”

You blinked.

“Eye for an eye, they will also be under my observation.”

“Hey-”

He leaned into your space and you moved with him as if he shifted your gravity field. “For as much a chance that they look down on me, I can do the same with the company you keep. You should be more concerned with what will happen if I don’t find them to have your best interests in mind…” He trailed off and his arm lifted.

“You don’t get to decide that.” Against your words, you tipped to make yourself more accessible to him.

He arched a brow as if that were a challenge before straightening up. His extended arm came into view and he plopped a black sunhat on his head. A chin cord dangled down with a purple bauble landing just below his throat.

Your mouth crinkled at the sight.

“My bags by the door.” He rounded you and you burst out laughing.

“You look like you’re dressed for three different occasions!”

“Do you want to know my additional reasons for accepting?” He looked back at you caustically as you turned.

You fought back the giggles. “Of course.”

“I consider this a type of day off which is not something I indulge in.” He shouldered his bag. “To this end, my attire communicates such.”

You nodded and chewed on your lips to keep anything else from coming out.

He opened the door. “Conducting multiple studies, one such research includes the art of relaxation. Thus I am immune to your mockery.”

It was just absurd enough for you to momentarily forget your worries.

“All business on your vacation!” You tittered and headed out into the hall.

“A vacation is an extended period of recreation.” He corrected you before locking the door.

Something about the way he said it this time made it click for you. “You studied.”

“That was implied, yes.”

“No.” You headed towards the elevator with him in tow. “You studied how to chill.”

He was quiet and when you glimpsed back at him he was staring at you as if he didn’t see the point in your reiteration.

“You’ve never had a day off?”

“Not by human standards.” He pressed the button. The elevator arrived quickly and you both boarded. “For most of my life I was not afforded the luxury. Hence, I don’t see the need. I either work or don’t.”

You watched him quietly out of the corner of your eye.

“That better not be pity.”

“It’s not.” You hummed as the bottom floor dinged. “I just got my assignment for today.”

He lingered where you stepped out.

“I’m gonna make sure you have the best break possible!”

At least, that’s what you meant to happen. You, however, had no control over your friends. Your roommate, as usual, was the worst of which. As soon as Donnie came close to the car, she split the two of you up. She had argued it had to do with his size and directed him to the front seat next to her. Taking the seat behind him, you watched in misery as she immediately began to quiz him. He seemingly took her questions in stride until she grew tired of his unflappable nature. As the vehicle made two more pick up stops, she switched to blasting music. Songs were sung in purposefully broken keys as you exited the city.

Donnie checked out somewhere along the way and stared out the window. In the backseat, one of your friends had found an old slot machine handheld game and had roped you into cracking its simple code. The music came down to a manageable volume and soon lax conversation matched the tone of the drive. The sun beamed in with a gentle warmth that carried early morning light. It also forboded the blistering turn that summer would take it. Chatter went on peacefully as you heard your roommate murmur to Donnie about an exit. He had his phone out and helped direct her. You tried not to gawk at how normal they suddenly seemed to one another.

A turn off was eventually achieved and you passed through a station to park at a lake. Everyone made the mad scurry out of the vehicle to stretch they legs before rounding up to gather goods. Your roommate yelled on her phone as Nelson was nowhere to be seen. Her shouts summoned the secondary vehicle’s crew and your other group of friends came over from where they had parked on the far side of the lot. Introductions were exchanged before a flurry of things happened. You tried to keep track of Donnie, but your friends caught him and you in separate conversations. It lead to you, several people apart, heading down a path.

The lake came into view and stretched out into separate sections. Ample spring rain meant the forest flanking it was lush and there were families already set up in small groups. Standing fisherman dotted one far off shore, while little kids splashed each other on a closer one. Your group commandeered a pavilion and stuff was strewn about as people claimed their spots. The casual nature of the yearly outing meant that everything ran on a relaxed familiarity.

“Where’s the cooler?!” One of your friends plopped what seemed like a dozen grocery bags on the metal table.

“Nels said he was close!” Your roommate grouched.

“Guess, we’ll start cooking just in case!” One of your more relaxed friends stood. He whipped out a pair of sunglasses that were hanging from his tank top and donned them. “Chemical time!”

Though he were at least four people away from you, you saw how Donnie perked up.

“Wanna join me?” It hadn’t seemed like your chill friend was paying attention, but he turned around o zero in on Donnie.

Donnie excused himself from whoever he was talking to and wound a path over to the man. “I’m intrigued by your word choice.”

“Then you’re gonna love what I’m about to cook up! You see, as a grill master, I’ve refined my process to a science-!” Your chill friend pointed towards a public grill stand with a roll of aluminum foil as his septer. He then lead the charge with it and Donnie followed with tight posture.

“Worried?” You heard a voice a little too close and soured.

“I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t interfered.” You turned towards your roommate.

“Relax, look at him.” She gestured with her chin and you turned to see Donnie nodding as your chill friend did something to the grill with a brush. “He’s not a kid. He’s doing fine on his own. In fact, the only way he could have bigger daddy energy was if he had a stupid blob of sunscreen on his nose.”

“Did someone say ‘daddy’?” A friend who was splayed out on top of the table looked over the edge of his glasses.

You stewed at the thought.

“Update your prescription, damn!” Your roommate pointed towards the grill.

The table friend hummed appreciatively. “I do love a man who can start a fire. Oh! And is good with tongs.”

“Can you not make tongs sexual?” Another friend on their phone didn’t even look up.

“Anything has an inherent eroticism if you use it right!” The table friend crawled over to the phone one and purred in their ear. They were promptly abandoned as the phone friend stood and walked away.

An obnoxious ringtone sounded.

“Nels!” Your roommate snatched your wrist without answering her phone.

“W-wait-!” You tried to look back at Donnie, but you were already being dragged out into the sun.

“Beta got the food, Alpha gets the stuff. That’s the deal!” Your roommate pulled harder.

She only allowed you to wrench yourself free once you fell in line. “I should at least tell Don I’ll be right back.”

“Ugh, stop! He’ll survive without you for two seconds!”

“I don’t get your deal.” You huffed and rubbed your wrist. “You want to vet him. You want nothing to do with him. You want to see how we interact. You keep splitting us up!”

“That’s the thing.” She rounded on you with a finger pointed at her forehead. “I’ve got the big brain here. You gotta keep ‘em guessing. You can’t be too obvious or they’ll catch on!”

“I literally told him that you were going to vet him.”

“And you think I didn’t account for that?” You roommate rolled her eyes away.

The parking lot and specifically Nelson’s car came into view.

“Look. Stop thinking about it and enjoy lake day. Everything else is my priority, not yours.” She jumped a few steps forward and shot you a smile before running full force at Nelson.

The man yelped and the two rounded the car twice before your roommate caught him with a noogie.

Hauling what teetered on camping equipment, the three of you eventually emptied Nelson’s car and returned to the group. Keen on canoeing, Nelson ran around making a checklist of who would go out as he proclaimed that only one person at a time was safe. Somehow you’d ended up third on the list before you’d even managed to make it over to Donnie. He was still at the grill which had been foiled up in a bizarre way.

“So if we move this part here, then we could actually smoke whatever meat we want!” Your chill friend shifted something with a spatula.

“A fascinating application of architecture.” Donnie hummed with a pack of hotdogs in hand.

“We got the cooler filled with ice.” You announced your arrival with the phrase you were told to pass along.

“Sweet.” Your chill friend bobbed his head. “I’m gonna go see what we got and set up a cooking schedule.” He held out his hand and Donnie passed him the hotdogs. “You got the fire, Colonel Dee?”

Donnie nodded easily and the man left.

You folded your hands behind your back to keep them from nervously fidgeting. “’Dee,’ huh?”

“That is the first time he’s used it.”

You nodded and fought against the creeping awkward air.

“You have a different question.”

“I’ve been told I’m worrying about you too much.” You grumbled and stepped away as a gust blew smoke in your direction.

Donnie moved in time and adjusted the foil which you now realized was protecting the flame from the wind.

“If you could give me some kind of answer…”

“You haven’t asked anything.”

“I guess… that’s right.” Your brows came together in frustration.

“Outward appearances haven’t indicated you were worried.”

You looked at him.

“So far I’ve recorded your catching up with friends, a multitude of inside jokes, and that you’ll soon be taken out on the water.”

On the nearby shore, Nelson pushed off the canoe with its first passenger on board.

“You heard all that?” You looked away and wondered why you couldn’t defeat this odd shyness.

“It’s your day off as well. You’re allowed to enjoy it.”

You were struggling with that concept. “But-?”

“Your friends have been tolerable. Kaleb, in particular.” Donnie nodded back to where your chill friend was laughing heartily at something. “I prefer to keep to myself, but just because I shun the company of others does not mean I don’t know how to keep it.”

You nodded.

What about all this was throwing you off?

“Though it hasn’t been without its challenges.”

“Oh?” An odd flicker in your chest reduced the load there.

Why did that make you feel better?

“On the walk up there were a few tone-deaf comments.”

“Oh.”

“Microaggressions. It is a failing of society.”

“Should I talk to them?” You looked towards the pavilion and tried to pick out who had done it.

Donnie shook his head. “I suppose one would be curious where my ears are.”

You blinked.

Donnie prodded something in the grill.

“Was that…?”

He glanced at you for a moment.

“I never actually asked so how did you know..?”

“I was not referring to you.” He raised up and looked down at you.

“It seemed like a call out!”

“’A guilty conscience needs to confess.’” He narrowed his gaze lethally.

You felt the weight of it and resisted squirming. “I just wondered where they were...” You trailed off but the oppressive stare pricked at your skin. “I’ve gotten close! I didn’t see anything so I was curious! I was waiting for a better time to ask!”

“Tympanum.” Donnie finally broke away to tend to the fire. “They’re in the same place.”

You repeated the word in your head several times in an effort to commit it to memory.

“Broadly speaking, you have my species. I’m surprised you haven’t looked anything up.”

That would have been a smarter thing to do.

You laughed nervously.

He shook his head at your hopeless case.

You fell into a comfortable silence and the wind carried on it the sounds of cheery conversation.

Out on the lake, Nelson paddled the boat in a curve towards the tree line.

“Y/N!”

You broke from where you were staring at the orange dot and turned back to see a friend waving a Frisbee at the pavilion.

“You game?!”

A confirmation ran to your lips before hesitation caught it.

Donnie gave a loud dramatic sigh that made you jump. “You’re being obnoxious.”

You gave him both a glower and a pout.

Through his irritation you saw a flicker of something else. You couldn’t place it as he descended upon you. The brim of his hat knocked your head before his lips pressed a quick kiss into your temple. He then dropped near your ear. “Go. Enough of this. I am enjoying myself whether you chose to believe so or not. I will signal you the moment that is not the case. Otherwise, I am going to continue to discuss engineering with Kaleb as he is already heading this way. Then I plan to run samples of the lake water.” He leaned back enough to monopolize your gaze. “Thorough enough?”

“You’ll have fun testing the lake water?” You bit back a brighter smile.

It had helped.

“Immensely.” He rose up and gave your back a gentle push.

“My man!” Your chill friend approached with open arms stuffed with packages. “Fire’s looking hot!” He then shifted his gaze to you. “Love this guy. Try to keep him around; I’d love to hang out again!”

“I’ll try…” You gave Donnie one last glance which he ignored.

Your chill friend set the bags down to rifle through them. “So, tell me more about this explosive compound you created?”

As you walked away you heard the faint sounds of Donnie infodumping. Smiling to yourself, you picked up to a jog where your Frisbee friend met you half way. The two of you chatted there before they reared back in a surprise throw. Running to catch it, a game picked up as a few other friends joined. The canoe returned and there was a trade off. You eventually headed back to the pavilion and ate chips while watching Donnie squat by the water’s edge. His existence seemed to spurn on a couple of your friends who tore their excess clothes off while mad dashing towards him. They splashed near him, but not close enough where he’d have gotten wet. He spoke to them when their heads resurfaced. They seemed to find whatever it was funny.

An ice cold soda touched your cheek and you screeched. Laughs were rounded and you eventually accepted the beverage. Bugs chorused the tittering and the sun gave a lazy hum. Eventually the canoe returned from its second journey and you were summoned by Nelson. You followed him out and saw that Donnie had his feet in the water. A few more of your friends had taken the plunge and were routinely yelling things. You and Donnie shared a glance as you boarded the canoe.

“Steady!” Nelson said more to himself before he pushed off and hopped in.

The light glistened off the water and you had to turn away.

“Mind if we go into the brush? I think I can open up a path!”

“Sure, I guess.” You resisted the urge to turn around just in case it upset the balance. You could feel the gentle rocking as Nelson paddled expertly. “How’ve you been?”

“Eh…” You sensed him shrug. “I got the official break-up notice yesterday.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Nah, Cor opened my eyes to it so I had warning.”

The shade of the trees loomed welcomingly nearby. You watched the way the water parted by the canoe’s bow. “You really liked her though. You were gonna introduce her to your parents. That sucks.”

“Yeah…” He pulled the paddle up and you glided for a moment. “This is helping.”

“Good.” You chanced back a smile. “When’s the last time you got out like this?”

“Too long!” He smiled back and thurst the paddle back into the lake for a hearty push. Overhead you broke through the trees and the shade gave a comfortable drop in temperature. “Since my parents are from the area, we used to do it all summer long. Since I moved to the city I haven’t been able to come out as much as I’d like.”

“That’s always the way.” You hummed and watched how the leaf litter floated on the surface until the bobbed ripples from the canoe disturbed them.

The two of you continued to chat as Nelson shared stories from his childhood. Eventually, you floated up to where a fallen tree blocked the path. Moving as if it were second nature, Nelson maneuvered the canoe right up beside it.

“Alright, let’s see!” He dug into the supplies stored in the stern and pulled out a small hatchet.

“Uh!?” You straightened anxiously.

He gave you a dumbfounded look. “This is standard equipment. Calm down! It’s for this exact purpose.” You watched as he then tied the canoe off to the log before raising the axe up high. He brought it down and started chopping away. “In case you get stuck!” He yelled over the loud slashing.

The canoe rocked and you held on as he hacked at the log. Eventually he neared the water with his cut and it started to splash algae sludge at you. “Nelson!”

He didn’t slow.

“UGH NELSON!!” You screamed as a blob of green landed on your arm.

“Huh?” He stopped the suddenly silence meant his voice was way too loud. “What was that? Oh, ew!”

“It’s getting all over me! Stop!”

“I’m almost through…” He raised the hatchet again.

“No!” You waved your hands. “I’m good!”

He frowned and started to undo the ropes. “I guess I’ll open up the path for the next rider.”

“Thanks.” You responded dryly.

“I made good progress though!” He stored the axe and then gathered up the paddle.

“I’m sure you did great.” You rolled your eyes.

He turned the canoe so it was facing the opposite direction and pushed off the log with an audible thump. Again, you studied the way the boat cleaved the otherwise still water. The sun poured overhead as you left the trees behind and you squinted at the pavilion. There was some sort of tag game happening there so you traced over to the water where people were floating lazily in comparison. A particularly hard to miss green man was absent. You held tightly to your seat to keep from rising up.

No matter where you searched, Donnie was nowhere to be seen. It cropped up nervous memories of the grocery store and you fidgeted to get your phone.

“Don’t drop it!” Nelson chirped behind you as if he were the pinnacle of help.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed him off and unlocked in. You had no new notification of mention. Frowning, you felt Nelson pull the paddle back before there was a soft bump to the canoe. “What… was that?” You held your phone close and tired to peer over the edge without moving much.

Nelson’s silence spoke odd volumes as the boat came to an abrupt halt. Looking around wildly, you found your captain sitting calmly with a smile on his face. Scowling, you looked back toward the water and caught two green hands holding the deck. Realization dawned on you as Donnie’s head surfaced.

“Hey!” You exclaimed and had to force yourself to stay put.

Donnie let go and swam towards to you. “Greetings.”

“What are you doing?” You chuckled and felt a grin way too big split your cheeks.

“Swimming.” He then disappeared back under the water. It was just murky enough along with his black clothing that he disappeared.

You rounded on Nelson. "You stopped. Is this an ambush?"

He held his hands up with the paddle in tow. "What!? No! It’s a reflex! You watch the water for threats and safety! I clocked him and the others near the beach so I saw when he dove. There were then signs that he was coming this way!"

You narrowed your gaze.

"Honest!" He then lowered the oar and seemed a little sheepish. "He's a turtle, right? Do you know what kind? He swims so well..."

You weren’t sure if that was something you were allowed to share. Before you could decide, you heard a little splash and looked over the other side of the canoe to find Donnie there. "I'm guessing the water tested good?"

"Passable" Donnie bobbed for a moment and then ducked again. You searched around curiously until you heard him somewhere behind Nelson. The canoe was set into motion and smoothly shot towards shore.

You disembarked and turned to address Donnie, but found him already floating out a ways.

“Now he could definitely get that log out of the way…” Nelson mumbled to himself before stepping right up to the water’s edge. “Uh! Donatello!”

Donnie easily changed position and looked over.

“Want to help me open a path!?” Nelson pointed to the trees.

“Not particularly.” Donnie responded plainly and disappeared under the water.

“Dead!” Your roommate cackled loudly. “Shot down twice in one week!”

“Not cool!” Nelson stormed towards the pavilion with the paddle in hand.

You heard ensuing chaos and, not wanting to participate, decided to walk the shore to your floating friends. “Hey!”

There was a three person chorus of recognition.

“How’s the water?”

“Amazing!” One of your friends floated up onto her back.

“Get your Olympic swimmer beau to give us rides!”

“He ignores us when we ask!”

You laughed. “Yeah, I doubt he’ll do that.”

“Get in! I bet he will if you’re around.”

“I’m not so sure.” You smiled more to yourself.

“Food’s ready!!!” Your chill friend’s voice interrupted with a boom.

There was splashing as everyone made a rush to get out of the water.

“Think about it, Y/N!” A wet hand made a pass at you that you dodged.

“Yeah, no!” You felt a presence behind you and turned to find Donnie watching casually. “Hi.”

“Are you going to greet me every time we’re separated for more than a few minutes?” He tilted his head and you watched a string of water bead down his chin.

Oh.

You shot your gaze elsewhere.

Now was not the time.

He moved and you watched as he picked up a folded towel from where the sand slowly morphed to ill tended grass. You swallowed hard as he wiped himself off and the muscles in his arms bulged under the clingy wet rash guard as he did so. “Shall we?” He gave you a knowing grin.

“Y-yeah.” You shot past him towards the pavilion.

This strange bashful plague whenever you got close to him was wearing thin.

Joining the group, you were welcomed heartily with a saved seat for both you and Donnie. You were both placed center stage, but found, much to your relief, that you weren’t the pinnacle of conversation. You secretly adored the fact that they’d paired you off. It gave you a chance to absorb as much information about Donnie’s cook-out eating habits as you could between the pinballed talking points. The flow dictated the two of you were pulled in different directions as conversation divvied up.

You might have mourned the loss had Donnie not caught you hand under the table. It was just sly enough that no one took notice. You tried not to give it away to the friend you were talking with and mentally excused the red on your face to the sun. The group gorged and, with the moment of respite, grew sluggish from the many activities. The fractured parties shifted around to include others and Donnie politely excused himself. You watched idly as he drifted back to the water and disappeared into its depths.

You realized his highly aquatic comment had not been a fib.

Someone tugged at your sleeve and you realized you’d missed what they said. Mumbling apologies, you jumped back in until everyone digested and spread out. A small group decided to explore the far side of the lake and departed in an expedition to find walking sticks. Others had settled into mobile gaming at the table while Nelson picked up canoe rides again. You stood, just under the shade, and looked out at the water. Donnie was floating on his stomach adjacent to where some of your friends were lazing on the beach. You shifted awkwardly before shrugging out of your shirt. You set it with your stuff and removed your bottoms which covered the swimsuit you had underneath.

Looking back out, Donnie hadn’t moved and you sort of wish he’d seen the reveal. Shoving those disruptive feelings away with the others, you reminded yourself he’d seen you in far less. Departing, passing goodbyes chased you from those left at the pavilion. You strode up to beach before kicking your shoes off. You then toed into the water. “It’s warm…”

“Sun!” One of your friends mumbled drunkenly from where her feet were buried in the sand. “It’s so nice.”

“It cools off if you go out some.”

“Such a perfect day.”

You lingered with them in their sun bleached moment before you heard the gentle rustle of waves. Donnie’s form traveled smoothly over. “Are you getting in?”

“Thinking about it.”

He hummed and sank down until only his eyes were above the water.

“Watching me?” You took a step forward bringing the water up to your ankles.

His chin rose to reveal his mouth. “Yes.”

You smiled and moved until the lake lapped at your knees.

He floated as close as you imagined he could with his height. “I’m logging this look to memory.”

You bit your lip. “I was hoping you’d notice.”

“I always do.” He disappeared under the depths as soon as you looked up.

Smiling ruefully, you moved against the weight of the water until you dipped into its embrace. You then wadded out until you were able to comfortably stand up to your shoulders. Donnie hadn’t surfaced and you spun around causing ripples to cascade away from you. You hadn’t given it much thought until now, but it was clear he could breath underwater to an extent.

There was a tap to your leg and the weight of the touch had a signal to it that it wasn’t meant to be scary. You searched the water, but your movement had kicked up silt and made it opaque. A distinct hand found its way around your waist you and you looked towards that direction. It wasn’t until its twin joined that you realized he was behind you. You heard the water breach as he came up.

“I’m going to pull you.”

You nodded and your feet left the bottom of the lake. His arms encircled you until you were pulled into his plastron. Beneath you, you could feel the way his legs were keeping you both smoothly afloat.

“They’re watching…” You mumbled much quieter than you meant.

You actually hadn’t checked.

It wasn’t just your body that was swimming.

“I’ve done nothing inappropriate.” He disappeared from your back and you wished you hadn’t mentioned it. “Arms out.”

“They’ll come up with something…” You obeyed.

He gave the handhold on your waist a tight squeeze. “I don’t understand why your friends trigger this embarrassment in you. You are otherwise shameless.”

“N-Not true!” You turned to try and see him, but he ducked away.

“Kick, I’m going to let go.”

“Hey, I’m not done.” You heard a splash that said he dove and sighed. You kept yourself afloat and did a little circle to look where he’d just been. Below you, you felt a skim around your feet. Kicking out, your toes slid along his rash guard. Wondering how deep this part of the lake was, you gave up on searching with your eyes. Closing them, you waited with heightened sensitivity for him to return. He did so somewhere around your thigh and, from the graze, you could sort of tell that he had brushed against you with his snout. He then curled expertly around and did so to your other leg.

The light touches had filled your head with effervescence. He continued to swim around you in tight knit circles until his head breeched the surface around your front. Against the cool water, your cheeks burned and you sank down to put them out.

Why couldn’t you just enjoy this?

He’d handled the day with such ease.

Unaware, Donnie watched with a carefree expression and something about it registered in your brain.

He wasn’t his usual restrained self.

At least, not the prior version; the one you’d met.

He’d held himself differently in front of your friends, but nowhere near how cold he’d initially been to you.

It made you self conscious.

Was it you?

He’d said a few things about acting and you weren’t sure why you’d originally been excluded from that if this is how he could be.

You’d technically won out in the end, but the victory currently felt hollow.

Returning your attention, Donnie relaxed nature seemed mocking. It was happy in a way you’d yet to see him. It contrasted the version of pacification that was brought up by sex or exhaustion. This version of Donnie was alert, but didn’t have the usual barriers up. He ducked down and from the streaks of water he swam away. It reminded you of a dolphin.

Startling, the water lapped at your ears and drowned out your concern.

He was being playful.

As if caught in the flow of a tide, the worry receded and what washed back up felt very silly.

Regardless of its origin, you were being gifted a unrestrained version of your partner.

This had been your plan for the day, even if you hadn’t been the one to set it into motion.

You could share your worries later, for now you were overcome with affection.

You swallowed the excited sound that rumbled in your throat. Swimming towards where he had gone, you felt him slide up beside you. He got ahold of you and took over steering. A noise of surprise weaseled its way out of you as you shot forward faster than you could imagine going alone. There was a polish to the way he swam that signified he was one with the water. Changing direction with little whiplash, he drove you both back to where you could stand before depositing you there. You then watched as the ripples seemed to indicate he traveled to the other side of the lake.

“See what we mean?”

You turned to the voice and found your friends had waded back in.

“Catch him at Sea World!”

“Wouldn’t that mean salt water? He’s a turtle. Isn’t that bump on his back a shell?”

“There are saltwater turtles.”

“Literally sea turtles.”

“Oh! Huh! That makes sense.”

“I’m glad he’s having a good time.” You softened and watched Donnie meet up with the group who had made their way to the other side of the lake.

“Who wouldn’t? It’s a perfect day!”

“He’s a weird one, but in a good way.”

You nodded.

“Rich coming from you!”

“Hey! What do you mean!?”

“You know!”

One of your friends ambushed the other and dragged them down. It quickly devolved into a dunk and splash war with no clear winner. Eventually a failed game of Marco Pollo tried to catch its footing, but your chill friend approached with the cooler rolling behind him. He started floating drinks out to those in the water and that became a game in and of itself. Arguing and laughing ensued.

The sun tilted overhead and your fingers signaled the start of pruning. Twirling in the water, you found Donnie floating on his back and soaking up the rays. Even from here you could tell his face was utterly serene. Sharing a parting look with your friends, you swam over to him. He peaked only to seemingly confirm who it was before letting his eyes close again. You came up near his torso and studied the way his body moved with the current. “You float so well.”

Instead of opening his eyes, one of his brows came up in a way that signified he thought that was obvious.

“Yeah turtle, ha ha. It’s been the talk of the town. I meant on your back. You were floating the other way earlier.”

He gave a little understanding nod. “It is easier the other way, but as long as I adjust the air in my lungs and find a balance point, I can sustain any position.”

“The air on your lungs…” You thought it over as your arms swayed to keep you afloat. In doing so you watched Donnie gingerly bob and with his size and straight posture, he almost looked like a pool toy. “Will you stay up if I lean on you?”

He nodded languidly.

Tempering your excitement, you swam closer and chose the flat of the plastron around his stomach. You were careful and he dipped as you threw your arms over him. He quickly righted and, with a little adjusting, you eventually came to fold your arms under your head. The dark color of his rash guard had absorbed the sun’s rays and made him a basking platform. Lulled by it, you closed your eyes.

In a pleasant way, you felt time tick by as the sun lapped at your back. Here and there you’d hear commotion from the beach, but nothing seemed pressing enough to move. You idly wondered how far you’d drifted when those thoughts seemed to simply trickle away. The gently rocking of the waves filled your ears and the warmth of the sun cradled your body. You weren’t sure if you completely drifted off when Donnie brushed a hand over your shoulder.

“Hm?” You couldn’t be bothered to make full words.

“We’re being waved over.”

“Tell them to hit snooze.”

He chuckled. “It’s your roommate.”

You sighed and pushed off your rock. You sank for a moment forgetting you needed to propel yourself. Darting back to the surface with a gasp, you watched your roommate laugh from the shore.

You played up your scowl so she could see it.

Regaining composure, she wiped an eye. “We’re heading back!! Let’s go, turtledoves!!”

You grumbled.

“Agreed.” Donnie swam around you. “However, if we leave now, we’ll just make it back to the city before dark.”

That didn’t seem right, the sun had only just barely tipped from overhead.

Squinting up, you found it had sank three quarters of the way through the sky. “How long have we been out here?”

Donnie hummed as if he didn’t care and there was something about that lackadaisical side to him that shot you through the heart.

“Why do you live in the city?”

He skimmed to your side in thought.

“You’re so much happier here.”

He slowed into a drift. “Work. Convenience. Mutant Epicenter. Take your pick.”

That third one had you tilting your head.

He ignored it and did a lap around you.

“It just seems like-”

He slowed, curious.

Clapping echoed from the shore. “Chop, chop! You’re going to do your part packing up! Don’t try to get out of it!”

You sighed.

He found your hand underwater and tugged you along slowly.

“We should come back here though.”

Donnie focused on swimming.

“Just us.”

He didn’t look back. “Not here.”

“Oh.” The shore was getting closer and closer.

In a smooth twirl, he pivoted to your side. “I can show you somewhere better.”

There was a veiled nature to his statement that said it meant a lot more than he was letting on.

“One day.” He seared a look into your eyes before resuming his tugboat position.

You tried to place it as the water lapped at your throat.

Was it that it hinted at a time frame?

Did the location itself hold some importance?

You had that and a million more questions by the time you reached the beach. Donnie grabbed you your towel before he got his. Even then, you struggled with the sand as you put your shoes back on. There was a metered chaos to the pavilion as everyone tried to rightfully gather what was theirs. Snacks were fought over and eventually goodbyes were had. Hugs promised a repeat next year and you parted to your respective vehicles while splitting the loads that would go inside them. Your roommate helped tie the canoe back onto Nelson’s car before she came around and pointedly shooed Donnie to the backseat.

She gave you an approving nod, which you took with a surprised blink. She then slipped around to the driver’s side. You timidly translated it to Donnie who had seen the display and, in a show that said his reserved demeanor was returning, stood stoic. Crawling into the car, the radio was turned down low and no one spoke as exhaustion crept in. Your third backseat companion fell asleep as soon as a long thoroughfare was hit and you slumped back to fight your own eyelid battle.

Donnie nudged you and you resisted falling into him as your hair was still wet. Not realizing that was his intention, he shifted to giving you a tug by slinging his arm around you. You tipped into him and looked up to find him staring out the car window.

“Why go back?” You kept your voice as low as possible both to mind the passengers and to keep the conversation just for his ears.

He didn’t look away. “There is more in the city now than what I listed previously.”

“Like what?”

You watched as he blinked slowly before turning to look down at you.

Your stomach flipped.

He seemed satisfied with your reaction and started to move his head back.

“You’re different.”

“How so?”

“Then when we met…” Exhaustion brought about loose lips, but not coherency. “With everyone… Were you just…?” You lowered your gaze to where his hat sat in his lap. “What’s real?”

You jostled as he snapped towards you.

When you didn’t look the arm around you folded at the elbow and a hand wrapped around your forehead. He then used that appendage to pull you back so you were forced to look up at him.

“This is real.”

His voice was too loud, too clear.

You could feel your roommate looking the rear-view mirror.

He wouldn’t want that kind of attention. “Donnie…”

“No.” His voice was again forceful. “I need you to know that.”

You nodded and he evaluated you harshly. “I’m sorry…”

“For what?” The weight of his hand lessened and his voice lowered.

“For doubting you.”

“Reassurance, as discussed, is ongoing and mutual.”

Your lids were growing heavier by the second. “Then why are you…?”

Different?

You weren’t sure you could finish the thought.

“You.” He whispered into your ear and the tone of his voice lulled your eyes closed. “You’re the answer.”

The orange hues through your lids danced as the last thing you saw before you drifted off.

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mathmusicninja · 3 months

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Propaganda for the "Wow, What a Coincidence" kids in the @tmntbestsibscompetiton! (see below the cut for a brief explanation of WWAC)

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"I have returned with gifts!" Dee announced as he approached his brothers standing in a huddle in the waiting area, distinct for the fact that they all wore red masks.

"You got presents?" Lee shouted in indignation, snatching the basket from Dee's arms and rifling through it. "Why did you get presents?"

"Because I volunteered to go to the registration booth after you lazy-shells oh-so-graciously declined," Dee snarked back, snatching off a neatly folded letter taped to the side of the basket. "Besides, they aren't all mine. Here, Little Raph, if you would do the honors?"

Little Raph accepted the letter with a smile, unfolded it, and cleared his throat.

"Welcome to the TMNT Best Siblings Competition! We hope you enjoy your stay! You'll find water and refreshments in your welcome basket, along with name badges and a list of other competitors. You will also find various card decks to practice before the official competition begins! The first round will be..."

Little Raph squinted at the paper and hesitated. "Uh, 'you-know'? What's that mean?"

Dee's drawn-on eyebrows scrunched and he took the paper from Little Raph, skimmed until he found the competition name, and gasped, "Egads! We have been neglecting our duties in brotherly education of pop culture! How have you not played Uno yet?"

"Say WHAT?!" Angie shrieked. He grabbed the basket from Lee and upended it, snatching the brand new uno cards still in their pristine red box from the pile and ripping off the plastic seal. "We're playing a round RIGHT NOW!"

Lee took a packet of fruit snacks the pile of gifts and munched on them as his brothers gathered in a circle and sat down. Angie began spreading out the shiny new cards and explaining them to Little Raph, but he paused when he found a few nearly-blank cards.

"What are these...?" Angie mused.

Lee and Dee leaned over each of his shoulders to take a look, and Lee nearly choked on his fruit snacks. "No WAY! We get to make custom draw 25 cards!"

"Excellent!" Dee grinned sharply. "First one: admit Donatellos everywhere are superior or draw 25."

"What? No, that's lame!" Lee snorted, flicking a fruit snack at Dee's forehead. Dee picked it up off the floor and threw it back, and Lee ate it right out of the air with a snap of his beak, making Dee groan That was on the floor in disgust.

Angie ignored them, spreading out the four customizable cards and tapping his chin. "We should make one for 'Talk about how you REALLY feel or draw 25"! Have you seen what we're like across the multiverse? That'd be way more effective!"

"Little Raph doesn't know what draw 25 means," Little Raph shrugged, "but if you think it's a good idea then let's do it!"

A few minutes later, Little Raph and his brothers were all tossing fruit snacks around and eagerly propsing new trick cards for a game he didn't quiet yet understand, and Little Raph could help but smile.

This was gonna be a blast.

Wwac premise: the 03 guys each raised one if the Rise kids after they all got separated across the multiverse. Then one year, they all happened to send their kids to the same summer camp in the rottmnt Hidden City. The kids get assigned to the same cabin, the Red Ninjas, which is why they all wear red masks during camp. It takes a matter of hours before the kids realized they're brother/cousins, and things spiral from there. Read the complete fic on AO3 here!

Little Raph - Raised by 03 Leo in Fuedal Japan until he was 10, then lived in the Hidden City in Rise

Lee - Raised by 03 Mikey in Rise

Dee - Raised by 03 Raph in various universes, never staying in one place for too long

Angie - Raised by 03 Donnie in the 03 world but also regularly traveled to other universes with his dad looking for the others

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writinandcrying · 1 year

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ALRIGHT BABES LISTEN UP

YES IM TALKING TO YOU READERS OF THE TMNT X READER / ROTTMNT X READER TAG

As you well known, the tmnt / rottmnt tag had a great hit during the pandemic (that’s how I got here in first place) more than 10 posts PER DAY being posted on those tags (it has heaven, I have several saved and fav authors that I could make a list of my all time fav stories and series if someone is interested) and during a dark time between 2021-2022, it hit its Great Depression

We lost some great content creators (hi loves, if so happens to you guys ever see this: it’s ok to move on from a fandom, just want to let you know you are contributed wonderfully to the tag and your work shall never be forgotten; at least not by me mwah mwah) with the rottmnt movie, the tag once again rose!! New content was posted on the tag! And rottmnt finally having more spotlight in it (thank god cuz the series is way underappreciated than it should be) but the tag is slowly declining to dark days again (not as bad as it used to be thank god but anyways)

With that being said!

Do you know when sometimes some authors deliver a link for ao3, and some of us bats an eye (aka me. I used to bat an eye to it. USED TO!!)

Well. Y’all gonna read this author work especifically:

This Angel right here (link and you will be directed to their ao3 page) they went out of their way to write a fic with TWENTY SEVEN chapters dedicated towards Donnie (I don’t even know how many to the other boys, but they are doing a series for each of them and if this isn’t pure dedication idk what it is) with more than TREE CHAPTERS ONLY TO SMUT

So y’all gonna sit your ass on ao3 and read that shit and y’all gonna LIKE IT.

P.s: if you are an author

*:･ﾟ✧ Hi there *:･ﾟ✧

Please feel free to post content however you like, I just wanted to give a special shout-out cuz I swear to GOD this user is doing gods work and no one is celebrating it ( which honestly? It should, here have your special praise baby @madammuffins )

And to baby authors or author who have trouble posting regularly- If you ever gets shy into posting new stuff here: this is a sign for you to do it, the corn bots are eating the tag up, and I swear I won’t be able to survive another content depression

Anyways, that’s it

Hope you guys have a great day, see ya!!!!

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 9 months

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Chapter 3 of my reincarnation fic!

@daboyau

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“Donnie? What’s wrong? What happened?” Mikey unfolds his legs and kneels down next to him, breaking the hand holding.

He doesn’t respond, seeming like he’s somewhere else at the moment.

Splinter walks over and gently pats his shoulder.

“Donatello?”

Donnie gasps sharply at the touch. Instead of looking at his father, his attention turns towards Leo. Their hands were still held together so Donnie uses that fact to pull Leo into a close and desperate hug. Leo quickly hugs him back just as tight, noticing that he’s starting to shake.

“Blue, take Purple to his room. No one should try doing this again until we know what’s going on.”

Leo nods at Splinter and tries to carry Donnie.

“No! I’m fine, we need to keep going.” He insists while still not letting go of Leo.

“You don’t look like you’re fine!” Mikey frowns.

“What happened Donnie? You’re still shaking!” Raph adds.

Donnie takes a breath.

“I….felt something at the end. That’s it. There was nothing dangerous. I want to see what happens next.”

“What did you feel to make you cry?” Mikey questions with worry.

“They weren’t my feelings. They were Tomo’s.” Donnie slowly let’s go of Leo.

“But they kind of are us? Or they were us? It’s so confusing….”

“Whatever it is, ya felt it. You need a second to handle it at least. How about me and Mikey try it again and we let you know if anything important happens?” Raph suggests.

“Clearly none of you are going to let me continue so I guess I’ll have to agree.” Donnie grumbles.

“Glad you’re seeing reason. Let’s go watch a guy do a review of different number sequences or something.” Leo smiles softly and leads him away.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It could happen again.” Splinter looks at them with concern.

“I told him we would do this and I meant it. Don’t worry, I know we can handle it.” Raph smiles encouragingly.

Splinter sighs.

“Okay. I’ll be right here.”

“Thanks, pops. Your ready Mikey?”

He nods with determination and goes back to his seat, holding Raph’s hand.

They close their eyes and activate their ninpo again.

Mikey finds himself running through a forest.

“Tora! Slow down! Please! We can’t go this fast the whole time!”

Her hair and yukata moved at the same brutal pace in the wind that she did in front of him.

“Maybe you can’t! I could go on forever!”

The raggedness of her breathing and the trembling of her legs proved just how much she was lying.

“You’re going to get hurt!”

“Don’t tell me what to do! I can take care of myself!” She turns her head back towards him which means she doesn’t see the root sticking out of the ground in front of her.

Kosuke has no time to warn her before her foot hooks under it and she face plants so hard her mask goes flying off the side of her face.

He quickly catches up to her and kneels down.

“Are you okay…?”

She lifts up her face with a deep frown and big eyes. From this close, he can tell she’s gotten a little older than she was in the last memory.

“I-I’m fine. I…am….a big girl.” She stands up and wipes the dirt off her yukata.

“You’re way braver than me, I always start crying when I fall.” Kosuke comments as he looks around nearby.

Tora puts her hands on her hips and huffs proudly.

“I guess I’m on track for being stronger than boys already!”

“Here it is! I found your mask.”

He sees Tora pat the side of her head before reaching out to take it.

“I didn’t know it….fell off….” She looks down at it with a devastated face.

He walks closer, seeing that it now has a long crack in it.

“Oh no…I’m sorry Tora.”

She doesn’t look at him at all as she pulls the mask to her chest then falls to her knees.

“Tora!? What’s wrong!?”

She takes a deep breath before letting out a loud wail. Kosuke is caught off guard by the large tears dripping down her face.

“I-It’s okay! We can get you a knew one! A better one!”

“We….we can’t…an…aniki b-bought this for me!” She continues to sob.

Mikey feels some cold sense of dread in his stomach.

Was he feeling it? Or was it what Kosuke was feeling?

Where were Aoi and Tomo?

Were they not here because Leo and Donnie weren’t?

“H-He can buy you another one when he gets better! And we’re helping him do that!”

He remembers now, vaguely. Aoi was sick. Badly sick. With what, he didn’t know.

Tora sniffles and breathes shakily.

“What….what if we can’t….? What if we’re too late? I’m slowing us down!” She stands up and tries to run again.

Kosuke grabs her arm.

“I think we need to talk before we go anywhere!”

“Let go of me! We have to keep moving!”

“Stop right now before I have to make you!” He screams.

She quits trying to move but a few tears keep rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m….I’m sorry for yelling like that….but you’re not okay. I know this is scary-“

“I’m not scared!”

“You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t! Just because you’re trying to be strong doesn’t mean nothing is scary! I know I’m scared! Aoi is nice and we’re only family because of him! He does so much that….I don’t know what we’ll do without him if we can’t get that medicine. I’m scared that we’ll fall apart. Tomo.….Tomo can’t lose someone again either. I’m afraid we’ll lose both of them….”

Tora’s face softens

“I….I don’t want that either….I-I…I am scared, too….”

Kosuke gently hugs her, holding her close and putting a hand on the back of her head so he can pet her hair.

“Then here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to have our scared time, then we’re going to keep going. We’re going to get that medicine and help him. We won’t lose anybody. Okay?“

She nods and leans into his touch.

Mikey wonders if this is why so many people scoop him up. The urge to protect someone smaller than you is so strong.

The urge to protect someone from themselves is too but he knew that feeling well already.

After a little while they collect themselves and keep on with their journey.

Tora is largely quiet until eventually she finally says something.

“I’m sorry…..”

“About what?”

“Saying not to tell me what to do….Aoi told me to listen to you….and I didn’t do that.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I’m not the person that makes you feel safest.”

“Safest?”

“Yeah. You can feel safe with some people, but there’s a different kind of safe you feel with certain people. I feel that way with Tomo.”

“You guys have been our brothers for a year and you still haven’t told us more about you.” She complains.

“What you don’t know about us….are things that hurt to say.”

“Oh….hurt where?”

“The heart. The stomach too kind of. My brain, sometimes.”

“How does it hurt so many places?”

“Because when you get hurt by something that isn’t a weapon or a hand, there’s nothing on your body to fix.”

“How do you fix it then?”

“I’m not really sure, but having you, Aoi and Tomo around helps.”

Tora is quiet for a few moments again.

“Me not feeling safest with you doesn’t make you sad?”

“It does a little, but that’s because I want to be a good big brother. I’ve never done that before. I wasn’t very good at being a little brother either so it’s hard to learn both at the same time.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Talk like nobody likes you.”

“Well….it’s hard to know if people do….”

“But you say things like you don’t like yourself either.”

“Wh-What?”

“You say I don’t feel safest with you and that you’re not good at being a brother. That’s not something you should say to yourself.”

“Tora, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Well I’m going to! You are a good brother. You don’t treat me like I’m just a girl. You’re helping me help Aoi, and you got me to stop crying. If I didn’t feel safest with you I wouldn’t be your sister, and I’m a good sister too.” She smiles proudly.

Kosuke smiles back softly.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“But you still don’t believe it?”

“I’m sorry….it’s not because of you. A lot of people….they told me things. Those things are part of what made me hurt. They said them so many times I remember it pretty well.”

“Then I’ll just have to tell you that you’re a good brother more times than they’ve said all those wrong things about you.”

Kosuke chuckles.

“You’re the most determined person I have ever met Tora.”

“That’s why I’m named after a tiger. Aoi said I’m just as fierce.”

“He’s not wrong.”

“Part of your name means to help. That means you can’t be that bad.��

“I don’t think I’m all bad….Tomo picked me after all.”

“Picked you?”

Kosuke looks down at the ground.

“We’re not blood related.”

“Aoi and I aren’t either.”

“What!?”

“You sound so surprised!”

“You’re the closest siblings I’ve ever seen!”

“Because he is my brother, and so are you. So is Tomo. Blood doesn’t mean anything. Whoever left all of us at our orphanages were probably related to us. Aoi isn’t and he’s never abandoned me.”

“You don’t get upset that they didn’t want you?”

“They didn’t deserve me. Doesn’t matter if they wanted me or not. All of you deserve me and I deserve you. We picked each other so we have a way better family than people who gave us up!”

“….I think….you may have found a way fix one thing for me.”

She smiles proudly once again.

The memory shifts slightly like time is moving forward. Tora and Kosuke made it to a village.

Something informs Mikey that this is where they’ll find what they’re looking for.

They talk to several different people until one of them is able to give directions to the healer that lives there.

Once they get to him they explain the situation and are able to obtain a special herb. Mikey could guess that it was something that wasn’t available wherever they had come from.

The memory shifts once again. The two of them had traveled back the route they came in on and back to the original village they left.

Despite being back, a sense of urgency never left. Slowing down for anything even now would be bad.

They rush to enter a temple, breathing heavily while moving past healers. Tora slams open the sliding door where they see Tomo holding Aoi’s hand as the latter lays on the ground.

Mikey feels like his heart is beating super fast as Kosuke’s eyes scan over Aoi. The rise and fall of his chest makes the anxiety he feels dissipate a little.

“Thank the gods.” Tomo says shakily.

He seems somewhat relieved too, but not a lot. Aoi must have gotten worse while they were gone.

Tora runs to one of the healers and hands her the herbal ingredient they had worked so hard to get.

The healer immediately gets to work into making the ingredient into a paste. They carefully watch as the healer gently helps Aoi sit up.

He smiles at them tiredly, face flushed with fever. It looked like his body had been battling with it for a while now. Probably the whole time they were out.

From the patch over his eye, he has been fighting something else before this too.

“Th-Thanks. That was fast….”

Tora and Kosuke sit at his side.

“You’re going to get better after this, right?”

“O-Of course. Better….maybe even stronger….” He wheezes but smiles more.

The healer carefully begins removing the bandages.

To Mikey’s horror, Aoi’s eye is missing.

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dandylovesturtles · 11 months

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For the emoji ask:

⛔️, ❌️ and 🧠 (Donnie)

⛔ tons, but for ROTTMNT the only one I think is the lair games fic I've talked about on here before. tldr: Donnie and Leo's sibling rivalry boils over, they get mad, they fight, they make up, everything is happy again.

I'll stick what I did write of it under the read more after I answer the other questions.

❌ setting aside the obvious dead dove sorta stuff, I'm at a point where I don't really like writing Major Character Death as the main point of the story (as an incidental plot point is a little different). I'm also not really interested in hurt/no comfort, there's gotta be at least SOMETHING there lol.

I'm also not really interested in "everyone has a normal life" type AUs (like coffee shop or high school)

I'm sure there are more I just can't think of right now lol

🧠 (Donnie) I love the headcanon that when Donnie merged with the technodrome he fell a little in love with it. The implications of that are just *chef's kiss*

Donnie feeling so bad because that thing was used to end the world! But he's also never felt so fully and wholly understood. So accepted. So loved.

He feels the scars on his shell and he wishes he was still connected.

Anyway fic stuff (for the first question) under the cut:

“Welcome, one and all, to the Seventh Annual Lair Games! As is tradition, the first place winner of last year’s competition will now give a rousing speech!”

“Boooo!” Leo jeered as Donnie stepped up beside Splinter, his first place medal swinging around his neck. “Boooo!”

“Silence from the peanut gallery!” Donnie demanded, glaring at him, and Leo smirked back. It was what he deserved for being a sore winner - all he’d done for the last week was recount his victory from the last year, to the point that even Mikey was getting annoyed with him.

(When Leo had said as much, Raph just replied that he was a sore winner too. To which, of course, he said pish posh.)

“Ahem,” Donnie continued, folding his hands behind his back. “Gentlemen, as winner of last year’s Lair Games, I want to start this speech by offering some uplifting words. I want this to be a fun day for all of us, and so I hope you play fair, leave it all out on the field, and prepare to eat nitrogen oxides BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL GETTING SMOKED AGAIN!”

“Oh brother,” Leo heard Mikey mutter under his breath, and he chuckled.

“Now as for the prize, I think I have come up with something that will pique your interest-”

“I’m not switching rooms with you,” Leo called.

“-something that is not my room, random audience member. No, I have something better.” He theatrically cleared his throat again. “The three losing brothers will have to do whatever the winning brother says for exactly one week, starting from the moment the competition ends, and the losing brothers can only say nice things about him.”

“Hey, wait, does that mean we can ask you to build anything we want?”

“What-”

Raph gasped, pumping his arm excitedly in his seat. “I can finally get my skate hawks!”

“That’s not-”

“Pizza oven pizza oven pizza oven!” Mikey cheered, throwing his arms up in elation.

“Hey, stop interrupting, this is my speech!” Donnie folded his arms, glaring down at them. “Why are you all assuming I’ll lose, anyway?”

“Uh, no offense, Donnie,” said Raph, “but you always lose.”

“I’m literally standing on the winner’s podium! Right now!” He waved the medal. “Do you not see this!?”

“Eh, last year was a fluke.” Leo waved his hand as though to erase the past. “Great idea with the prize, though; can’t wait until you guys are all calling me “Master Leo”! Ooo, or maybe I should go with “Your Highness”? Oh, or what about, “The Great and Powerful and Handsome Leonardo”?”

“Why don’t you just go ahead and add “humble” to that, too?”

“Great note, Raph. “The Great and Powerful and Handsome and Humble Leonardo”!”

“Oh no! We will be calling you no such thing, because after I win it is I who you will be calling “The Great Genius Donatello”!”

“If I win, you guys can just call me Mikey.”

“Hey guys, a note from your production crew,” April cut in. “Are you going to spend all day on this, because if so I’m gonna break for lunch.”

#writer ask game #lol forgot my tags

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grungekitty-77 · 5 months

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Blood // Water by Grandson

This one got longer. I hope it's decent. It is my first ever ROTTMNT fic.

TW: vomit

Oh right! @erriots

Raph had lost his lunch, and Leo was barely refraining from following him.

"Dad..." Mikey said in heartbreak.

Donnie was gripping his staff hard enough to feel his knuckles grinding. He was furious not just for himself, but on his little brother's behalf. After how far Mikey had gone to redeem him; he turns around and begins to commit atrocities again!

"That conniving, deceitful, traitorous.…"

Donnie struggled for the word he wanted to use. Nothing felt strong enough. His immense vocabulary wasn't quite enough to cover his feelings. He had to settle for a subpar word and hoping yelling it loud enough could make up the difference.

"JERK!"

It didn’t make up the difference.

Mikey whimpered next to him.

"I hate to say it, but I told you guys. He dropped me off a roof." Leo yelled, trying to channel his hurt into any other emotion within reach and landing on anger.

He was aiming for humor, but he was flexible with where he landed.

"But....he changed. He was family" Mikey said

Raph wiped his face clean and reached over to rub his youngest brother's shell.

"You did your best, Bro. Sometimes bad people just wanna be bad. You can love em all you want, but it's not always gonna be enough."

The sound of a metal door scraping against tile made them all turn to see the traitor of the hour step into the lab. Still wearing his uniform, hair net and all.

"Oh. Hello boys. I didn't expect to see you here." he said cheerfully.

As if nothing was horribly, gut twistingly, wrong. As if there weren't suffering human test subjects in states that could be argued as worse than death gasping for oxygen in tubes lined against the wall.

"A bunch of brand new mutants starting causing trouble all over New York. We tracked them back to this place. And weren't we surprised to see whose name was on the wall." Raph said, angrily pointing to said plaque.

Because of course he had to put his name on it.

"I figured you'd find this place eventually." Baron said as he casually changed out of his work clothes.

He threw a lab coat on, which looked ridiculous with the hair net he forgot. Nobody was in the mood to tell him.

"Now that you're here, you can help me." he said, walking past them to the table.

"Help you!?" Leo yelled, still settling for anger while his humor took its vacation.

Mikey started to hope Barron was about to ask for help with his apparent relapse. Mikey could do that. He could support the stuffing out of his dad until he got his dark impulses under control again. He helped him once and he could do it again. He would do it again. Anything to bring his family together again.

But before he could explain any of that, Baron spoke again.

"We can take the time to locate much more suitable subjects with you four helping. It will be so much more efficient than allowing the oozqitos to infect at random. We'll have a suitable army in no time." he explained.

He wasn't even looking at them while he spoke. He was mixing chemicals and working on his project like it was nothing more than a birdhouse.

"Hold up!" Raph yelled, throwing his hands in the air "I think we need to rewind a little bit. Because there is no way we are helping you mutate people!"

He ended his words with a soft growl.

Baron finally started to look concerned.

"What are you talking about? With this new Earth Protection Squad after us, it only stands to reason that we take necessary measures to insure our victory." Barron said sternly, straightening his back like he was giving a lecture.

All four turtles stared at him in every shade from disgust to shock.

"ON WHAT PLANET DOES THAT MEAN MUTATING INNOCENT CIVILIANS!?!?" Mikey screamed, gesturing wildly.

Baron's eyes got cold.

"On this one. And the humans are by no means 'innocent'. They are the ones hunting us!"

"A select group of humans is hunting us. Not the entire species!" Donnie corrected him "And did you forget that we have human friends!? Are you suggesting April is culpable in the EPS?"

"Of course not! O'Neil is one of the good ones." Baron said dismissively.

"'One of the-'!??!?!... Did you really just say that!?" Leo yelled, hardly believing he heard such an old racist line from Baron.

"This is a nightmare." Mikey whispered.

"I'll admit, I didn't foresee this...hostility from you." Baron said, stepping forward. "I am only taking measures to ensure our survival."

"Draxy, you have officially been demoted from 'Dad' to 'Racist Uncle'." Leo snarked. "Keep going and you're getting uninvited to Thanksgiving!"

His humor returned! He had missed it.

Baron shook his head and began closing the distance between him and his sons.

"You are being blind! We must be proactive if we are to-”

He stopped suddenly, his face screwing up in confusion and disgust. He slowly looked down until he saw what he had stepped in.

“What is this?” he asked in a careful tone.

Leo saw an opportunity for sass and took it.

“Oh that? Funny story actually. You see when we saw what you had been doing down here, we were so disgusted Raph tossed his cookies like he was trying to go pro!”

Huh. That came out more angry again. It was a weird day for Leo.

“I see…” Baron said.

He was standing in a puddle of vomit, wearing a hair net and lab coat, and his sons were glaring at him like he was a threat to them. He felt safe counting it as a new low.

What was there to say?

“I only wanted to protect you.” he said quietly.

“With protection like this, who needs danger!?” Leo bitterly laughed.

Oh, so the humor was back again.

Raph was shaking his head.

“This….none of this is right.” he said.

Baron seemed to shrink.

There was silence. A long stretch of nothing charged with tension and regret. Regret for actions taken. Regret for compassion extended. Enough regret to choke on, and if that didn’t do it the silence would finished the job.

Before any of them could snap from the stress, Baron spoke

“What can I do?”

Donnie shook his head and sighed.

“I’m not sure what you could possible do that wouldn’t just make everything worse.”

Mikey let out a frustrated moan.

“This sucks!” he shouted.

Everyone agreed.

I had fun. At the end of the day, that was my primary goal. Second was to make someone happy. Third was to stretch my writing a little.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tw vomit #writing #fic #rottmnt fic #i'll figure out some kind of tag system eventually #till then #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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danmainacc · 2 years

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MY REASON | ONE

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: angst, character death, fluff, tooth-rotting love, depression, trauma, limes, profanity, i’ll add more if i remember

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“Alright, little ones. Let’s go through it one more time,” you warmly smiled, the young class humans and yokai looking at you starry-eyed.

“If there is a Kraang attack and you are in the base, you are to--.” “Go straight to Master Donatello’s lab and follow his instruction,” the children perfectly recited.

You grinned, “That’s right! Good job. Now, if you get separated from the group, you are to--.” “Run straight to First Cave, no looking back, and wait until a commander comes to get me,” they nailed, yet again.

You clapped, plastering a silly expression on your face, a few giggles scattering around the room.

“Fantastic! You guys are really pros at this,” you nodded, leaning forward in your chair as you took in every face, a black-haired boy beaming brightly at you from the front row.

“Hi, mom!” He whisper-yelled, his knees happily flapping in his criss-cross position.

“Hey, Case!” you whispered back, matching his enthusiasm in your wave.

The entire class now erupted in snickers and hushed giggles, and it was moments like this, where you couldn’t help but feel your guiltiest.

“Alright, alright. Last one,” you hushed, putting the dark thoughts on the back burner as the class quieted. “The most important one: No matter how scary it is, always remember--.” “Hope is a ninja’s greatest weapon!” the children cheered, jumping up from their seats.

You did your best to keep it together, a tear or two slipping down your cheeks at the sight, but you were quick to catch yourself.

‘They don’t deserve this.’

“When I get older, I’ll be the best mystic warrior there is! Even better than Master Mikey,” Tina, a 7-year old human, proudly smirked, swirling her arms around like Mikey does when he makes his infinity chains.

“Pssh. Yeah, right!” Jackal, an 8-year old dog-yokai, scoffed. “I’m gonna be just like Commander Raph! Tough as nails.”

“Don’t get too excited. You guys still have a long way to go,” a familiar voice smirked.

‘Shit.’

“Master Leonardo!” the children exclaimed, absolutely awe-struck.

And of course, there he was, standing at the entrance of the dojo, leaning against the door frame, reminding you of how he would randomly show up to your house, standing against your bedroom door the same way.

Back in the old days.

You quickly wiped the rest of your tears, thankful the kids were too distracted to notice, and that your position made it so that your face couldn’t be seen from the door-er-hole in the wall.

“Master Leonardo, can you tell us the Picca legend again? Pretty please!” Tina begged, tugging at Leo’s pant leg.

“You dummy, it’s Pizza,” Jackal teased, snickering to himself.

“Ugh, same thing!” Tina scoffed, pouting.

Leo laughed at the exchange, giving Tina a firm pat on the head. “Next time.”

He took wide strides towards you, and almost immediately noticed you had something on your mind. Something serious.

“Hi, dad,” Casey quickly whispered, frantically waving as Leo stood at the front of the class.

“Hey, kiddo,” Leo waved back, giving his son a warm smile.

The children noticed how frequently his glance shifted to you, and Tina knew exactly what it meant.

“Ooooo! Master Leonardo’s here for Commander (y/n),” she cooed, letting out a dreamy sigh as she clutched her heart.

The rest of the girls sighed, while the boys let out strained gags and groans.

“Disgusting,” Jackal stuck out his tongue, crossing his arms.

A tinge of blush grew on your cheeks as you turned to Leo for assistance, only to see he was already looking at you with his trademarked, shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I’ll deal with you later.”

“Alright, guys. How about you go help Commander O’Neil collect some blankets for tonight. Casey, can you lead the way?” You focused back onto the kids, shooting your son a quick wink.

His eyes lit up. “Can do!” He smiled, jumping up from his spot and running towards the door. “Everyone! Follow me!”

The children cheered, quickly getting up and following the boy, shouts of excitement echoing throughout the dojo.

“Commander (y/n),” a small voice tugged at your leg.

Both you and Leo tugged your attention from the door and down to the small child at your feet.

It was Axis, an 8-year old crow-yokai. You were her mentor, as you were an expert in yokai abilities, seeing you were a fire-yokai yourself.

“Hey, Axis. What’s up?” You asked with a smile, picking her up and placing her on your lap, wary of her talons.

“I...I saw you crying before and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she nervously started, fidgeting with some of her feathers.

You tensed at the mention, Leo’s eyes now burning into the back of your head.

‘Axis, sometimes you are too sweet.’

With a sigh, you forced a hollow smile, stroking the feathers on her head. “I’m alright. I’m just incredibly proud of you guys. You’re taking leaps and bounds, man,” you assured.

“Who knows? Soon I might be calling you Commander Axis.”

You could practically see her heart grow three sizes at your words.

And after a moment of contemplation, she threw her wings around your neck and pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Commander (y/n),” she smiled.

Your eyes shot wide at her words and her action, Leo letting out a quiet gasp as well.

Axis was never the emotional type, so these words seemed to be coming out of left field.

And despite her words, you could tell that she knew there was still something wrong.

‘Her emotional intelligence always gets me.’

“I love you, too, kiddo,” You smiled, genuinely, as you returned the hug.

And after a few seconds she let go, hopping off your lap and landing of the floor. “Alright, see you later, Commander (y/n)! See you later, Master Leonardo!” She smiled as she flew out the room to join the other children.

“Bye, kid,” Leo smiled, waving as she soared.

You sighed, standing up from your seat as you stretched out your back.

“Hey, hon,” you tiredly smiled, giving the blue clad turtle a quick peck on the lips, before starting your way towards the exit.

“Whoa, there. Don’t think you’re getting away that easy,” he smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him, your cheek now resting on his plastron.

“C’mon, Leo. I gotta get to the Mess Hall and help Todd with dinner,” you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders as you looked up at him.

He craned his head so his lips were just barely touching your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “I know you’ve got something on your mind,” he whispered, his hands resting on your hips, the fit not so different from a puzzle piece.

“And I’ve got time on my hands,” he lowered his head to your neck, placing three hot and heavy kisses leading to your collarbone, which would definitely bruise later.

“So start spilling.”

You practically melted at his tone, a lazy smile stretching across your face as the resting hands on your waist now wrapped around, pulling you closer to the turtle.

It never fails to amaze how he could still do this to you, make you smile and nod at whatever he said like a lovesick teen.

“I just...We.......The kids don’t deserve this,” you caved, struggling to find the words as you hung your head.

Leo’s brow bone quirked in intrigue, silently telling me to go on.

“Living like this. Existing like this. Most of these kids can barely say their ABCs, but can fire one of Donnie’s bazookas,” you threw an exasperated hand in the air, glancing up at Leo, who was listening intently.

“I’m worried about their innocence. Seeing so much death and destruction at such a young age is going to hurt them in the long run. And I just feel like I could be doing something about it. But on top of helping Todd, patrols, watching the nursery, missions, and Casey, I just don’t have the time to help in any other way.”

The tears started to bubble up again, your breathing becoming uneven as you took a deep sniffle, resting your head on Leo’s shoulder.

He sighed, stroking your back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

As per usual, you were trying to hyper-extend yourself in order to help everyone but yourself, and as per usual, he felt partially responsible, wanting nothing more than to make it all go away.

Not a day goes by where he thinks that if he had never screwed up, the world would be a better place. That if it weren’t for him, the fall of Earth would’ve never happened.

And in connection, you wouldn’t be what you are now.

The rest of the camp knows you as this fearless fighter, who’s kept her smile and sense of humor despite the circumstances, proudly teaching the next generation of heroes.

But he knew better.

Behind every laugh, every hollow smile, every silly face, he could tell you were breaking. You were a caricature of who you were pre-invasion.

“I think you should take a break, let someone help out. I can--.” “No,” you quickly shut down, lifting your face from his shoulder and looking him dead in the eyes.

He gave you a confused look, tilting his head at your sudden snappiness.

“You responsibilities are too important. You protect the camp and lead the resistance. I’m just complaining. I should really go help Todd,” and just like that, your mask was back.

Just as you were pulling out of the hug, Leo grabbed you by the back of the head and smashed his lips on yours, the force practically knocking the wind out of you.

Sometimes he didn’t know his own strength.

If it was humanly possible, he tightened the grip around your waist, and you sighed, kissing back with just as much force, your arms wrapping around his neck.

After a minute or so, you both separated with a gasp, your dazed, lazy smile making him lightly chuckle.

“Still got it,” he smirked.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and he rested his hand on your cheek, his cheeky grin now turning sincere.

“We’re in this together, mi amor, don’t forget it. Take a break and let some of the newer fighters take some of your responsibilities, just to lighten the load,” he smiled, resting his forehead on yours.

“Can’t have my wife getting too stressed.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you carefully held the back of his neck, pulling him into a soft, meaningful kiss.

And as quick as it came, it left.

“What would I do without you?” you smiled, laying your head on his plastron.

“I could say the same to you, sweetheart,” he smirked, resting his chin on your head.

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#rottmnt leonardo #leonardo hamato #leo rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #nickelodeon #rottmnt movie

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