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multifandomqueen2002 · 10 months

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Back Tickles

Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

*(ALL TURTLES ARE AGED UP! 18+)*

Warnings: None. Might be cussing.

Candles crackle softly in the dimly lit room. The cool smooth satin of Leos blue duvet cover against your bare leg as the duvet lays wrapped around your bare sleeping figure. The lair is quiet. Only Mikeys snoring and Donnie's keys tapping away as he types on his keyboard can be heard.

Leo's door opens as he steps inside, towel draped over his shoulders. Face naked, mask in hand. He shuts the door and looks over at your peaceful state. A smile tugs and the corner of his mouth. You made him so happy. He lived for you.

He steps closer to the bed, taking the towel in hand and hangs it over a chair you took to his room to do your makeup in his mirror.

Why does he have a mirror in his room? You bought a extra mirror one day while on your way to a movie night at the lair. You spent the night there once before and decided it was too difficult to do your hair and makeup the next morning in their bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom sucked, and mikey and raph have a subconscious feud of "who gets to destroy the bathroom first" in the morning. Their stomachs dont get along with pepperoni.

Leo slowly places his knee on his bed, leaning over your frame, his fingertips gently grazing your calf and up your thigh. His hand ends on your hip as he gently squeezes to wake you.

"Princess?" His voice soft, deep, low

Oh, how you loved his voice.

"Mmmhh?" You respond, barely wake.

"Move over, beautiful" he slowly starts pushing you as you move over, you feel the bed dip behind you as Leo lays down on his side next to you. Your warm lower back against his pelvis. Enough space between your back and his plastron for his right hand to creep up to your bare back and he lightly starts slowly stroking his fingers up, down, left and right. Your body bathed in goosebumps. Another soft smile tugs at his lips as rests his head on his left arm.

He is so in love with you. All his thoughts wander off as he tickles your back. It wanders to the day he first met you. He never knew a persons' smile could say so much without saying a thing at all. You smelled so sweet. You were so kind. He observed you, trying to maintain a distance.

Thoughts trail to a slip up between him and Raph a few weeks after he first met you. They had a terrible fight, at a terrible time. He had already recognized the deep feelings he has towards you by this time and Raph knew. So he pushed buttons that day.

You, Casey, Vern and April came over for chinese and before the takeout boxes were even opened, Raph and Leo were at eachothers throats. No one had a clue how it started. Leo was so outraged that he stormed off his room, just to breathe.

You, the kind and pure soul that you are, checked on him immediately. You didnt believe in bottling emotions. 'It makes you sick' you would always say. With a soft knock on his door, you call out to him. "Lee, are you alright?" After he let you in, you both sat on his bed and he just let it out. He couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He talked all that has ever bothered him and yoy sat there with an open heart and an open mind. Listening, comforting. Hes never felt so heard, never felt so assured.

All he knew that day is that you were a treasure, that he couldn't let go.

Many more memories were about to flood his mind until his thoughts get interrupted by you leaning back into him with a little stretch.

"Baby?" You look up at him with half lidded eyes,

"Yes my Angel?" He smiles rubbing your thigh.

"Hold me?"

Thats all this big boy needed to hear before he wraps his arm around your waist and you head snuggles right below his chin. He holds you close, like its the last time.

"Goodnight, Angel"

With one last kiss on the top of your head, you both drift off in the warmth of eachother.

A/N:

Ok this is my first time writing in a looong time. So i hope it wasnt too bad. I do take requests!

I prefer requests because i run out ideas so dont be shy :D

#tmnt2016 #tmnt2014 #tmntbayverse #bayversetmnt #leo 2016 #leonardo 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo

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noirleo · 9 months

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i think donnie probably has the most absolute russian roulette taste in music of the four. if you put his phone on shuffle you’ll get the heaviest rap music you have ever heard (it helps him focus in the lab) followed by selena, rainbow kitten surprise, and ska topped off with the entire soundtrack of the first season of bridgerton

#moon.txt #the bridgerton soundtrack is for when he works out btw #tmnt headcanons #bayverse donnie #bayverse #bayverse donatello #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 1993 #tmnt 1991 #tmnt2014 #tmnt 1990 #tmnt 1984 #tmnt #rotmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2018

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meganfoxrocksmyworld · 9 months

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows, 2016.

#megan fox #mfoxedit #megan fox gifs #mfedit #mfoxgifs #tmnt2014 #tmnt2edit #tmnt 2 gifs #April O'Neil #Megan Fox Rocks My World #eye roll #reaction gifs #side eye

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marsmaniac · 7 months

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Yall I was scrolling through bayverse tmnt concept art and

#WHAT THE HELL IS THAT #THAT IS NOT MICHELANGELO #OMFG #bayverse tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt2014 #tmnt2016 #tmnt fandom

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josh-dvs · 1 year

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Can't help it, I'm in love 😩💜

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donatello #tmnt2014 #tmnt donnie #tmnt movie #donatello #original art #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fanart #bayverse donatello

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nei-ning · 6 months

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In the past I've drawn similar "self comfort" arts to help me, work for me as a therapy art and they always have worked. Decided to try one now too but this time it didn't work. I don't feel any better than before drawing this which makes me sad.

I'm not saying I don't like this since I do! It just didn't "heal / comfort" me as much as they used to in the past.

#tmnt #tmnt2014 #tmnt2016 #Leonardo #tmnt movie #Nei-Ning #comfort art #self help art #chibi art #neis drawing #hug #therapy art

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the-blackholeus · 1 year

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If u feel comfortable can u pls 2014/2016 splinter x mutant reader and they been together since April saved their basically the turtles mother/dad

„My love. Are you alright?”

Splinter’s ears twitched as he heard your voice, turning his head to face your figure as you walked through the door, your massive, mutated form throwing a shadow over the rat as you sat behind him. Your eyes, still a kind e/c color, glowed softly in the darkened room as your slitted pupils expanded lightly to allow you to see better, taking in the troubled expression that he had been carrying for a while now.

“My dearest Y/N.”, the rat muttered softly as he leaned against your form, feeling the strong muscles underneath your fur/scales. “Always so caring.”

A soft chuckle left your throat, and you reached out to wrap your arms around his lean figure, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You are my husband, of course I care about you.”, you grumbled, but then your face turned a little more serious and you moved one of your claws hands to his shoulder, squeezing it softly. “Seriously, though, what is bothering you? What is on your mind?”

Splinter sighed heavily, closing his eyes before his long ears fell back, causing the worry you felt in your chest to increase. “My mind is…troubled.”, he admitted, and averted his gaze, taking a look one of the pictures a camera has taken as the Technodrome, the warship of Krang himself, had entered their dimension, the photo standing out from the rest as what it showed was something straight out of a science fiction movie. “Worried about…the recent events.”

You hummed, understanding where he was coming from. “You are worried that they would come back?”, you pried, your voice dropping a little as you said that, not wanting to alert your sons who were just next doors, arguing whether they should go get pizza right now or only when they already at the stadium where a huge soccer event was taking place today.

They have begged the both of you to be allowed to go there, and after some discussion with your husband, you finally allowed them. Their cheers have warmed your heart.

“Yes…”, your fellow mutant nodded, his gaze falling upon the door that was the only barrier between you both and your children. “Shredder has already proven that nothing stops him from trying to take over the world, and this alien…” He broke off, trying to recall what this slimy beast had been called.

“Krang?”, you offered, earning a small smile of gratitude from him before continuing.

“Yes, this Krang…he is still out there, out for revenge and plotting who knows what. He could return at any given moment.”, he finished, his features twisting into a pained expression.

“You are afraid that our sons will not be victorious next time.”, you spoke, your words not a question but a statement. You were always good at reading him, your long life and heightened senses only making things easier for you. “You are afraid that our second rebellion against this warlord will be a failure.”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello have proven themselves more than once, yet I cannot help but worry.”, he admitted, hating every moment he doubted his children. “This monster is different than Shredder. He possesses a technology that is far more dangerous than any of us can even phantom, he is experienced in war, and we are still unaware of how powerful he truly is. It is possible that we have only scratched the surface of what he can do.”

“I agree that this is something to worry about.”, you whispered, recalling the moment you had to send your children to the Technodrome to face this alien. You had been sick with worry and would have followed them if it wasn’t for your injury. You shook your head at that memory, pushing it to the back of your mind. “Yet, I believe that your fear is clouding your judgement, my dearest husband. You forget, our children have the best teacher they could have ever had.” Your hands traveled to his face, and you held him still as your snout touched his. “You.”

A flattered smirk spread on the old male’s lips as he heard this, and he leaned forward to kiss you, his paws wrapping around your shoulder. Your lips moved against each other as you bathed in the love you both had for each other, all fears and worries melting away at an instance.

You almost lost yourself there, however, before that could happen, the door slammed open and Mikey stood there, looking as giddy as ever. “Mom! Dad! / Dads! Do you wanna join us to the soccer game?!”

You both broke apart slowly, grinning at the disgusted sound your youngest made at the display before you turned your head towards him. (He was still such a child!) “Your offer is charming, my son. But...I believe that your father and I will stay here and spend some time with each other. He...hasn't been feeling himself lately."

"Oh? What's wrong?", the boy asked, as sweet as he was, his brothers peeking over his shoulders to see what was going on. "Are you sick?”

“Should we get you something?”

“Should we stay here too?”

“Should we make you tea?”

“My children, please!”, Splinter yelled and raised his hands. “I am mostly alright, just a little tired. Please don’t worry about me. Go have fun at your game. Our dearest Y/N will stay and ensure that I am alright.”

“You sure?”, Leonardo asked, and you could see the worry swirling in his bright, lively eyes. Oh, how wonderful he was. A great leader.

“Go and have fun.”, you urged them softly and took a few steps forward to wrap your fingers around your eldest child’s chin. “We will stay here and relax, watch the game on TV. There is no reason for you to stick around us old folks.”

“Thanks mom/dad.”, the blue wearing turtle nodded, and smiled softly as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, turning to your other children to do the same to them, patting their cheeks with your paws/claws.

“Don’t mention it.”, you huffed as you turned back to your husband, barely catching them waving at the both of you before they disappeared.

“Thank you.”, the rat mutant hummed softly as you lowered yourself next to him, leaning against his small yet warm form, feeling his soft, clean fur brush against your skin. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe that we were kissing.”, you chuckled as you took his face into your hands again, pressing a quick peck against his lips. “Do you want to continue? We don’t want you to drown in worry again, now do we?”

“No, we don’t.”, he agreed and chased your mouth with his own, wrapping his arms around your neck once more. The kiss lingered a little longer than usual, both of you panting softly as you broke apart, your orbs meeting with glints of a love and devotion that is rarely found between couples. “Thank you for being here, Y/N. You are a light of my life I didn’t realize I needed. How could I have ever lived without you?”

“I don’t know.”, you chuckled, feeling flattered and unbelievably happy hearing those words. “But I do know that I’m not going anywhere. I will stay with you forever. Remember what I swore you, until death does us apart.”

“And even then, I think you will find a way to come back.”, the older male teased, a rare cheeky grin spreading upon his lips. You laughed out loud.

“Yes. You are right. You are stuck with me.”

“I would not have it any other way.”, he assured you, pulling you into yet another kiss, closing his eyes as he felt you giggle against his soft lips.

#tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt2014 #tmnt2016 #tmnt2014/2016 #master splinter #splinter x reader #requested

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raphahsleon · 4 months

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Just a little about my RL, because I really remembered that I hardly have any of them, done this year or well… I just wanted to redo this moment… A small family formed (The New Clan AO3 and Wattpad) … Raphael (dad) and Leonardo (mom), the newborn … Raphanardo Raphael .. (due to his great resemblance to his apa, let's not judge Leo)

#tmnt2014 #raphxleo #tmnt2016 #raphanardo #baby turtles

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bruisedkneesdirtysocks · 1 year

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Just a reminder that Vern from the bayverse movies also literally voices Bojack Horseman and not alot of people r talking about it

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt2016 #tmnt2014 #tmnt crossover #bojack horseman #silly #will arnett #tmntraph #tmnt raphael

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baraturts · 2 months

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Just playing around with some formal'ish wear for the guys.

#tmnt #teenagemutantninjaturtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt2014 #tmnt2016 #tmntoots #raphael #leonardo #donatello #michelangelo #my art #too lazy for background don't come for me #good night

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skylarmoon71 · 10 months

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Leonardo (TMNT 2014-2016)- Chapter 2

He didn’t tell Vincent about the encounter, or his brothers. He wasn’t sure what to tell. That you had him right where you wanted him for the second time and you just walked away. That even though he knew he should have apprehended you and alerted the police, that some part of him was a bit relieved that you’d gotten away.

He was conflicted.

Patrols after that made him weary. Like he would see you at some point, and his feelings of uncertainty would return. He knew deep down that you weren’t a bad person. But his head wouldn’t let him justify the killings you were doing. Because it was wrong.

So he waited. At that same point every other day in hopes that he could see you again. He’d run there around the same time after. Just waiting. Staring at the sky and wondering what mayhem you were probably causing.

For months he kept it up, but there was no sign of you.

He was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten way over your head.

Then one day Donnie had asked that you all meet at April’s.

There was a set up much like in the lair just like Donnie’s. She was a reporter after all. This particular room was strictly for solving cases and stopping crime. All the while getting the main scope.

Donnie was busy clicking on the keys. Vincent stood with her arms crossed and when Leo saw your picture on the screen his eyes widened.

“That’s her!!”

He could never forget your face.

“I’ve been putting together a collective profile on her ever since that day. I generated an artificial facial recognition scan and compared it to the case we dealt with. The way she moved, I thought it might not have been the first time.” Donnie stuck a flash drive into the computer, and when the file popped up, they stared at the information. Or lack thereof.

“Why is it blank?” April asked.

“Because according to my search, this woman does not exist.” Leo was speechless.

“I aint like the sound of that. We all saw her. Ya saying she’s some type of ghost?” Raph looked annoyed.

“Not exactly.” Donnie continued swiping files. This time when your image appeared, it was in a crowded area. It wasn’t the only one either. A number of different images were present. All from different angles and cities. Possibly countries.

“This is a lot bigger than any of us realize. We thought she was just operating on a local scale. “ Donnie pulled a news article.

“June 25th, 2015.Tokyo Japan. The Yakuza organization responsible for the trafficking ring was demolished.” Donnie pulled a photo as he spoke. You were completely blended in with the other group.

“Look at the time stamp.” Donnie instructs.

They all lean closer.

“June 24th..She was there a day before it happened. “ Leo mumbles. Donnie nods.

“December 6th 2015, Sochi, Russia. Assassination attempt on a civil rights activist is disrupted by an unknown vigilante. “

“January 12th 2016, Bristol, United Kingdom. Supremacy group disbanded, responsible for over two dozen deaths.”

Each country that he crossed off was followed by an image of you in that location.

“She’s targeting crime on a global scale..” Vincent states. Donnie nods, leaning back in his chair.

“Whoever this is, she’s not just stopping crime. She’s completely eliminating it. She’s been doing this a lot longer than we even realized. Her prints are somehow untraceable. I have no idea how she’s traveling. It’s possible that her tech skills go beyond even what I am capable of. “ Even Donnie knew when he’d met his match.

“Whoever she is, catching her is near impossible. This woman is unstoppable. “ Donnie explained.

None of them knew how to process the information.

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When their little group meeting ended, Leo was alone with his thoughts. He’d completely underestimated you. As he ventured to the building to clear his head, his eyes lifted at the figure standing in his spot.

He stopped, and you turned.

“Long time no see.”

You sound so casual. This time you don’t have your weapon drawn.

“Why do you do it?”

He doesn’t need to explain, you understand what he’s asking.

“For the same reason you do. “

“You don’t have to kill. You’re strong. Powerful. Strategic. We can stop people without the casualties.”

His eyes look almost like a cry for you to take his hand and join him.

You just smile.

“I’m not going to change my ideology just because you flash those baby blues.” Leo was disheartened at the statement.

“You stand for justice, so do I. We just have different views. I’ve seen the work that you have done, and you do make a difference. But your faith in others, especially the human race, that’s your biggest weakness. You protect and serve, just like the police. But you aren’t one of them. They will never see you as one of them.”

“I don’t want to be seen as anyone. I’m me.”

You respect that.

“You’re a unique case. A part of me really wishes that I could be like that.”

“You can!” You shake your head.

“That’s the difference between me and you. You’re hopeful and just. You’re the very definition of a hero. I’m a killer. And as long as there are people out there that take pleasure in causing pain to others, then I’ll be there to stop them. Permanently. “

Leo’s expression fell, and he watched as you moved closer to the ledge.

“Never lose that spark baby blue.”

It was a teasing nickname. But he couldn’t help but feel comforted by it. You leap right off the building, and Leo’s eyes followed.

He’d never stop trying.

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twilightpony4 · 4 months

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Backwoods: 1. Green Power

It’s been a while. You know, since something was going in the Purple Dragon’s way. The organization was thriving as of late and the gang members were flourishing in their goods. There have been a few time where they’ve had some run-ins with the police and their larger-than-life watch dogs, but not all was lost. Most members were able to sneak away and hide their merchandise flawlessly into their headquarters. That’s exactly where we find ourselves today:

“Soon, as I land on the Lear,

Piguets, they wet, tears,

488, hit the gears,

Suicide Doors, Britney Spears…”

“Ok Waxer, I see you.” A young man with blue hair commented as he heaved with his associate, lifting a box onto a rack.

“Didn’t know I got bars, did ya Johnny boy?” The other smiled behind the box that hid his face; his voice portrayed much of the strength into his legs and not as much through his throat. Nearby, a much younger girl stood with her arms crossed. She smiled while shaking her head.

“Y'all play too much.” Her long curls brushed her face. The two men went to their toes to lift the box slightly higher so that they can set it on top of another.

“You know you want Cardi’s part.” Waxer commented as they carefully lowered it down. The girl cocked her head, which pulled the curiosity of the two men who waited for her reaction. A smile crossed her face.

“Why would I hop in some beef? When I could just hop in a Porsche?” She used her deepest voice to perform, earning much appreciation from the two men.

“Thought so.” The girl tried to hide her blush away from them and waved them off.

“Ayo! Somebody come over here and help me lift this!” Another shouted. “Two-ton!”

“Yeah yeah?!” A very large young man bellowed from around the bend.

“Get over here!” They saw his waving hand over the tops of the stacks. The large man made his way over. The other three kept behind him to see the two struggling boys trying to lift another box up to a higher platform. “Help us lift this up on here.” Two-Ton’s calloused hands rubbed vigorously before bending down and lifting the box from the bottom. His power was much needed as well as his extra height as the burden lightened up. The heavy box was set on edge. The sound of the wood sliding was a smooth reward as the pain of lifting went away. The girl put her hands on the edge of the platform and a foot on a lower ledge. Bouncing only once, the momentum brought her up. She stood up and pushed the top off the box they had just set down. Small pieces of wood cracked from the light glue holding the lid down. Underneath was a layer of styrofoam peanuts that unleashed its once masked scent. Carefully she reached her hands into their embrace. She needn’t go too deep to grab hold of a hard, item. Satisfied, she grasped it and pulled it out of the box. The peanuts spilled from the crevices as she pulled a large machine gun for everyone to see.

“Awww yeah, this gonna look good strapped on me.” Her smile grew as she fixed up the strap. When she deemed it somewhat feasible, she brought it through her curls and around her arm till it hung on her shoulder. “All we missin’ is some live ammo in this b*tch.” She commented as she put a good grip on the machine, acting as if she were ready to use it. Seeing the scope, she began to play with it; looking through it, she pretended that her associates were her prey.

“Easy, Jesse.” Waxer smiled as she saw him through the scope. She giggled but continued to play with the scope and its settings.

“Power of the Dragon.” Johnny chuckled as he watched her play. “We need some type of slogan.”

“We don’t need some slogan, we got the symbol, das all we need.” Two-Ton spit on the floor.

“This ain’t some scouts club. F*ck outta here ‘bout a slogan.” Jesse cursed as she spun around and toyed with other compartments of the gun. Johnny waved his hands in front of his, head low and shaking.

“I’m just sayin’ ya know, like… I don’t know....” He paused for a moment. “Purple Power!” He boasted. “Or somethin’ like that.”

The ceiling exploded. Or, at least that’s how it felt after having a sudden heart attack. Above them, the air conditioning pipe burst open. What came out of it were very green. The red banded terrapin fell from the sky, splitting the group apart and centering himself in the middle. The thundering plod was doubled as he was joined by the orange masked one as well. The larger one already had his sais out and ready to spear someone.

“Green Power, mother lovas!” He bellowed as the debris from the pipe fell on top of his head. Michelangelo crouched low with his nunchucks ready as he backed up slowly towards his brother.

“Dang! It's the crazy ones!” He said with a toothy lisp; his eyes bugged out as he stared down the villains before him. Raphael noticed the girl on the platform. That was quite a gun she was holding there.

“Loca! Drop it!” He commanded with his sai directing her. Bullets or no, she’d keep it as intimidation. Yet, she knew these guys. Bullets bounce off of them, so it would hit everyone else around her. Blindly, she shook the strap off and let the once appreciated gun drop like trash before her feet. Raphael kept the grit in his teeth as he reached over his shoulder to the walkie-talkie on his strap. “Blue Leader, bring em in!” Michelangelo began to chortle, then sang.

“Bad boys, bad boys,” Raphael joined in, both keeping their weapons ready in case anybody wanted to try something funny.

“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?” Their defeated faces only prompted them more to keep up their fun. Into the next verse, the larger turtle started beatboxing while his younger brother tried his best to keep it going.

“Nas sanappa a boon ba sniffin ma hay”

“Dude, you gotta learn the words.” He sighed.

“We usually just do the chorus.” Raphael reached back to his radio after not receiving a response.

“Blue leader, hit -em.” On the other side of the line, blue leader and purple dork were hiding on the rooftop of the building. There was no glass ceiling but rather a sky light. The window distorted the bottom floor incredibly and with the roof being so high, it was really hard to see what was going on. Donatello and Leonardo stood by to kick through the window when their brothers gave them the call.

“What he say?” Donatello whispered. Leonardo shrugged and put his hand to the radio.

“Repeat your transmission.” He asked. Nothing else came through. He called again but this time to the third team on standby. “Blue leader to Alpha, continue relay.” The ground troop of the female ninjas and the police department did not return the call.

“Where’s backup?” Michelangelo tried to remain in control of the situation, but was definitely worried.

“Blue leader, hit em, bring em in!” Raphael called more aggressively. Michelangelo took it upon himself to listen close to his walkie-talkie.

“Dude, I’m only getting static.”

“Piece of sh*t radio.” Donatello curse as he smacked it. When it wasn’t giving a clear signal, he used a laser piece off his wristband and opened up to radio.

“Hurry, Donnie!” Leo rushed.

“No, I’m gonna go really slow about this.” He replied stressed yet full of sass. Leonardo sighed, throwing his hands up.

Onlooking at their failing plot, Two-ton began to chuckle maniacally.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Raphael approached him slowly, pointing his sai at the large boy’s throat. Beads of sweat began to form as the large metal came near his face.

“Dude, where are they?” Mikey repeated. Seeing opportunity as their plan was unravelling, the girl made an unsure yet brief eye contact with Johnny. In a split second, the girl tried to take off and run for the exit. However, the orange banded terrapin had tripped her and kept his foot down on her back to secure her. However, during that quick timing, Johnny had unravelled a large knife that he kept concealed in his pocket. While Mikey was looking down and apprehending Jesse, Johnny brought the terrapin down into a headlock with the knife blade pressing against his throat. Everything was just so quick that even Raphael hadn’t caught on yet as he spun around with his sai pointed in their general direction.

“Woo!” he called “Looks like we got ourselves a situation.”

“You ain't gon do nothing.” Johnny taunted as he was breathless from apprehending the young turtle and began to pull him back with his feet dragging. Michelangelo tried not to breathe because the blade seemed so close that with a breath could scrape his neck.

“You think having a knife to my brothers’ head ain't gon mean I'm not gonna have your entrails all over the place?”

“That's what I'm thinking.” The young turtle commented, his throat nearly choked as he was yanked backwards. Finally, his foot was off of Jesse but the girl stayed down from the pressure from earlier.

“What you don't know is that my brother came here ready to die.”

“Sh- shell no!” He screamed.

“You ready to die, ain't you Mikey?”

“The shell I wanna do that for?”

“Scared ain't ya boy.” Johnny whispered into whatever he thought where that turtle’s ear was.

“We gon do this in two ways. A. Tell me where you got those new guns, let my brother go, and I'll just leave a mark on your shoulder. Or B. I just stab you in the chest.” His eye went met to the very center of his chest, imagining it uncovered by his brother and open for attack.

“Or C. Where we could talk and de-escalate the situation.” The young turtle pleaded, trying to keep as calm as possible.

“See, my bro using them spiritual teachings our Sensei teaches us, but I ain't about that life.” He yelled louder and began to spin around to make sure everybody else knew that his sai was coming their way too. “I prefer seeing trash on the ground.”

“Raph, the man has a knife to my head.” He cried out quite choked up as Johnny held him tighter after losing a grip for a split second.

“I bet he'll put it down when there’s a metal spike in his eye.” He bellowed.

“Just calm down, bro.” He tried to keep from using his hands to talk for Johnny was take it as rebellion and use that perfectly placed knife of his. It sure is hard to stay calm and not get too comfortable.

“I'm calm, I'm calming down EY! Whoa! Whoa! I am way too unstable for all that.” He spun around again after someone in the corner of his eye flinched. “Stop all the movement! Everybody stop movin!”

“Y'all need to listen to him.” Mikey began to preach in a whining and desperate disposition. “I tried the best I can but he crazy. He got emotional, anger issue problems.” As he gave him sermon, Raphael began to count out loud. “He go to bed early for this.”

With eyes up in the sky once more, Michelangelo took a chance by grabbing the arm withholding the knife. With great force, he pulled it away from his throat and pulled Johnny over by rolling off his shell and landing hard on his back. He flinched repeatedly in pain, Which Mikey didn’t think twice about as he grasped the knife out of his hand.

“Where the shell were you?” Raphael yelled in the leader’s ear.

“Not the time.” He tried to ignore his brother’s complaint as he unsheathed his sword. The size of the large knife intimidated the few around them. It was pointed at Jesse, who was still on the floor. It took everything she had to not give a tear as she saw that thing pointed at her by a skilled swordsman. She was frozen in fear as she gazed at her own reflection of the shining metal. Doors of the facility imploded on themselves as the police force came in screaming with guns pointed. The few Purple Dragons around them became even more apprehensive than before and kept their hands up in the air to resist arrest. They were called to fall to the ground, slowly to their knees and down to the ground until the cops could give them a pat down and cuff them. Following behind them were the two mutant sisters walking in confidently and calmly aside from the rush.

“How come everytime I turn around you in trouble?” Mona Lisa outstretched her arms as she and Venus approached the boys. Her eyebrows furrowed with her question.

“Stop turning around.” Raphael answered monotone. In respect, Mona gave him a quick yet playful slap behind his head. An officer managing the operation adjusted his cap as he regathered with the team of mutants.

“We’ll be looking around for anything that can give us an edge towards who is supplying them their weapons. You can use them for questioning.” Raphael rubbed his hands together.

“My favorite.” He grinned sinisterly. Venus leaned over towards Donatello.

“This poor guy doesn’t know what’s coming to him.” He whispered back:

“Pretty sure he does.”

“I can’t believe this! This fool pulled a knife on me! On Me!” Michelangelo screamed in rage, pacing back and forth. Splinter had been really pushing forgiveness on him recently but this was just too much. Forgive and forget, forgive and forget, but after that? How can you forgive and forget that? Brotha was gonna die! “I can’t do this! Maaaaaan!” He whined before setting his sights on the handcuffed man who did him wrong.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!” The man tried to roll over in his handcuffs in an armadillo position.

“It’s just… with the knife… and them bullets.” Michelangelo breathlessly explained to the point where it seemed tears were going to escape from their ducts. He turned away from the man for a second to gather himself.

“You aight, man?” Leonardo asked. The young turtle kept his shell to his family but put a hand up to ask him to drop it. The leader nodded understandably. The young turtle began to knock about his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

“Aye, I owe you…” He turned around to speak but it was just as broken and tired as his speech was before. “It was just that.. You.. you know…. Was disrespect-.” he paused. “But that don’t give me the right though...excu-.” He turned around as if to hide his tears, but it turned into a 360 spin kick to the fallen man’s body. “Wassup!”

“Dude!” Donatello cried out.

“The man had a knife to my head!” Raphael grabbed the back of the man’s shirt and yanked him up till he was sitting up. Johnny still winced in pain and grunted.

“The interesting thing is he ain’t the one pissed off.” He nearly whispered to him before standing straight up.

“I don’t know nothing.” Johnny cried out, this time tears were shedding in the building.

“Aye, whoa! I didn’t ask you no question yet!” Raph bellowed.

“I know nothing!”

“You lying to me already?!” He pointed his sai aggressively. Johnny kept repeating his pleas. “Stop lyin’! STOP LYIN’!” Mona caught how the aggressiveness wasn’t gettin them anywhere. She pushed him back gently to call him off. She gave enough space for Venus to kneel down before the man. Unlike Raphael, there was no searing scowl or violence within her presence.

“Do you know anything? I’m being nice about it; do you know anything?” The man was still crying but he didn’t look away from those gentle eyes of hers.

“Aye, loca. What you know?” Michelangelo had already moved on (especially since he was tired of dealing with that man in the first place) after taking the time to cool off a reminisce on his payback.

“Don’t kill me, please.” Jesse balled up with her knees tucked into her chest.

“I won’t,” He got down on his knees to reach her level. “but that don’t mean you’re safe from everybody else so just tell us what’s up.” She turned her head away from him, trying to keep from looking in his eye. He leaned forward more but her neck branked further. Suddenly, her face whipped around and released the watery substance from her lips and let it splash into the face of the questioning turtle. “Ooh, she just spit all up in my-.” Michelangelo jumped up and began rubbing at his face vigorously in disgust. “Y'all better get her,” he pointed. “and somebody come get me!” With a quick jump signalling them, Mona and Donatello jumped out to grab the young turtle. He continued to fight even when he was elevated from the ground and in their grasp. Maybe this was enough emotions from Michelangelo today. The two began to carry him off until he couldn't see any of the suspects within their sights. With Raph’s method failing and Venus trying to speak to the other man still, Leonardo took responsibility. His katana pointed in her general direction as a form of mild intimidation.

“Where did you get the new guns?” He spoke calmly, a disposition that didn’t match the violence of what a large sword had brung.

“I don’t know nothin’ about it! Johnny sets all this up, his sh*t is in his office!” Her voice was shrill, trying to avoid the blade.

“Where is it?”

“Here.” An officer brought out a few files from a room they had raided. “We found receipts up in the office. Our analyzers can try to track these obscure vendors.”

“We’ll have Donatello jump on it-.” He was cut off by a hand.

“Oh no. I know you guys love to help us out but we have this. That and I know you’re trying to work during your time off.” Which was true. Anytime the department would allow them a vacation, the family refused to back down. Basically employees of a special degree, they were truly dedicated to their work.

“Are you sure?” Leo replied. “It wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“We have this.” The officer nodded, and folded the files underneath his arm. “You guys can go home and celebrate, ok?”

“Yeah, celebrate.” Raphael nodded at his older brother’s comment. The officer turned to regroup with his team.

“Happy Birthday, to all of you.”

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lol i wrote this back in 2018

#tmntfanfiction #tmnt2014 #tmnt2016 #backwoods #venusdemilo #monalisa #raphael #donatello #leonardo #purple dragons

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