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milks-thoughts · 11 months

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Futuer Leo with apprentice reader?

like reader was made his apprentice alongside Casey Jr and people keep comparing the two, how Casey was more mature, how he was stronger physically and emotionally

thankss

I warned y’all, i warned ya it was coming

(shout out to @yanteetle who makes me chuckle every time they react with my angst posts)

summary: Reader just wants to make him proud

TW: death, in detail character death, meaning the POV is dying, murder, reader runs away, reader has a breakdown, the dove is dead. why? cause I killed it, reader just wants to make him proud :(

It Was Not Your Fault But Mine

When Leonardo became the leader of the resistance he expected many things, war? mhm, death? absolutely. it came with the territory. being placed in charge of two preteens, to train them to be able to live in this brutal world? no, he was never expecting you to become his apprentice. He trained you both, but…he couldn’t help but see himself in you. the self he hated. his past, a cocky teenager that thought his older brother would carry everything for him.

You couldn’t help but resent Casey. Why did he get special treatment? You two were on the same patrol where you watched half the patrol get wiped out…and yet, you listened to your mentor, Leonardo, comfort Casey… why didn’t he also comfort you? His gruff voice broke through your thoughts “ You're okay, You're alright. I'll never, ever leave your side- “ you gripped your elbows as your buried your head in your knees “ -I will stay and I will fight. “ his humming filled the space he and Casey were sharing, you weren’t even supposed to be here “ With you, you're okay, you're alright. I'll stay here through the darkest night. All the way, I will fight….with you “ when you heard Leonardo start to leave the space, you quickly left the surrounding area. collapsing onto the floor and sighing, nothing but harsh memories being your company.

When you and Casey were allowed out on serious patrols, you were exploring a apartment building. You entered one door and recoiled at the dead person in the room, you backed up and knocked over a pot which caught the attention of a kraang dog nearby…which alterted its friends… which had them chasing after you and Casey. You both narrowly avoided them by closing yourselves in a apartment, you sheepishly grinned at Casey and he looked down at you with a unimpressed face. You two had waited two hours before Leonardo and a patrol could rescue you two, when he found out what happened…he sighed and walked off. You and Casey followed him back, being able to tell he was going to yell at you two when you got back. You dreaded it, you always ended up crying when Leonardo shouted at you, or, whenever anyone shouted at you.

You sniffled in your room, you didn’t miss how Leonardo’s frame was exhausted looking. He walked past your area and into Casey’s room. You suddenly shot up. “ I’ll make him proud of me. I’ll- I’ll do something impactful. I’ll bring back so much material that he can’t help but notice me! “ pushing out your room, grabbing a bottle of water and a nutrition bar, you left the resistance camp behind. Your eyes hard as you held your weapon tightly. You were going to force him to see you.

It was a horrible mistake. You were doing so good! Being stealthy! but a building crashed over top you, leaving a metal beam through your leg. You collar bones were broken as your weak arms tried to push off the large slab of concrete. realizing you couldn’t…tears started rolling down your face. you didn’t want to die alone…you didn’t want to die here. In the darkness your only companion was your emergency button, it’s blue color that it glowed was illuminating your face. You felt like a old dog, a dog that stopped being useful to your farmer. You whimpered and cried, whispering a small lullaby to yourself “ You're okay, You're alright. I'll never, ever leave your side- “ you gripped the concrete slab as you buried your head in the sand like floor behind you “ -I will stay and I will fight…. “ your humming filled the space, you weren’t even supposed to be here… “ With you, you're okay, you're alright. I'll stay here through the darkest night.- “ your sob echoed through the rubble “ -All the way, I will fight….with you… “ your body started hyperventilating to the best of its ability, the concrete slab feeling so..so heavy. You didn’t want to die alone with your thigh pinned down by a metal bar, by concrete holding down your chest…you wanted your mentor…you wanted…you…

Leonardo’s patrol finally got through the rubble, his hands scrapped and bleeding as he found you, a wail escaping him as he rushed forwards. Pushing the concrete slab you so clearly tried to push off, your scrapped and bleeding hands being a painful reminder how you both struggled with the rubble. He leaned his head down and sobbed when your chest never thudded with a heart beat. He pushed the hair out of your face so carefully and took in your tear streaked cheeks, still damp. Some may say that your death was your own fault. That you should’ve never left because you were jealous. But it was not your fault but his instead. He neglected you and he’ll defend your death and your name, and everything you stood for with his life, because he failed you, like he failed his brothers, like he failed New York…like he failed the world. He’s Icarus and he flew way too close to the sun.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #ask response #this is all purely platonic #angst #fluff #rottmnt leo #<3 #i warned yall #rottmnt casey junior #reader and Casey’s relationship is sibling and brother goals #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #no future leo bashing #he’s depressed guys #and can’t help it #but also he’s kinda shitty until he realizes what he’s done

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astral--horrorshow · 10 months

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Involuntary Blood Drive - Yan! Vampire Donatello x Reader

Based on @yanteetle 's wonderful vampire turts art!! I may or may not be planning stories for all of them 👀👀👀👀

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!

Sorry if any writing is goofy ahh, my brain was being weird when I wrote this.

Summary: Donatello keeps you as a one-person blood drive

TW: Blood, needles, blood extraction, implied kidnapping, condecension, toxic relationships

Word Count: 568

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You hugged your knees to your chest under the desk with one arm, using the other to hold your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your breathing. All in vain, for several steel, spider-like arms shot towards you and dragged you out by your clothes.

You were held up by them in front of the very person you were hiding from. You still didn't know if was right to call Donatello a person or a turtle or a mutant or whatever. You refused to look at him, but you could tell that he looked like he always did whenever you displeased him. His arms crossed, with a glower on his face. "There you are. Do you know the time that you wasted? I spent a whole two minutes looking for you," He scolded, "Because you decided that you weren't going to behave, our schedule is off for the whole day. Are you happy with yourself?"

He used a steel arm to grab your face and force you to look at him. He looked at the digital clock on the desk you were hiding under and heaved a frusterated sigh. "I'll let you off the hook this time, but only because we're already off schedule. Let's go." He set you down, but the spider-arms didn't let you go, they only continued to drag you along. "I don't want to! Leave me alone!" You whined as you fruitlessly tried to tug yourself free. Donatello turned around with a dangerous look in his eyes that froze you still.

"Stop fussing. Don't make me change my mind. You're already on thin ice." He flipped around again, continuing to drag you to the main hub of his lab. The vampire pushed you down onto a chair and strapped your ankles and one of your wrists down to to arm and legs. He kept your other wrist free to puncture your arm, finding a vein and sticking a needle in it, akin to a blood drive. You turned your head away from the sight of your blood being sucked through that clear, plastic tube like you always did.

The first time he did this was too soon after your arrival. He had to subdue you with a drug the first few time because you wouldn't stop struggling. He acted like it was because you wanted to be a brat and make things difficult for him. You just didn't want to be there, you had tried to explain to him. He had ignored, as he often did when you tried to argue against his treatment of you. You lowered your head and pouted, which Donatello didn't like very much.

"Hey," He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, "Don't act like that. You're alright. You aren't dying or anything."

"It feels like I am..."

"No, it doesn't. Don't be so dramatic."

Donatello removed the needle from your arm once the bag was full, carefully sealing the hole in the bag. He walked over to you when he was done, using his metallic arms to pick you up again, holding you from under your legs. You were carried to the bedroom you were usually kept in and placed in an armchair, Donatello pulling out a water bottle from seemingly nowhere. You drank as he told you to, and you could almost see the slightest smile on his face.

#yandere #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere donatello #yandere donnie #yandere donatello x reader

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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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“Why do you write Leo with rizz” APPARENTLY THE PEOPLE ( @yanteetle and @soradragon) WANT TO KNOW— SO GODDAMNIT ILL TELL YOU 😭😭

— Rizzonardo??? —

Leo PRIDES himself on his ability to be slick. He’s the strategist, the face man, nothing gets to Leo, he doesn’t lose his cool in life threatening situations or even when he’s wrong. He makes KILLER one-liners imo, and he loves to see people laugh.

You can’t tell me Leonardo Hamato, the man who once made the STATUE OF LIBERTY, WHO WAS ABOUT TO KILL HIS ASS, laugh because of his quick thinking. Leonardo Hamato, who smooth-talked his way into a deal with big mama— ON PURPOSE— and knew a way out of it. Leonardo Hamato, break a sweat when he sees someone that catches his fancy? No way. When you have that much of a fake god complex, im sorry but it doesn’t just go when you see somebody pretty, he lives with his brothers 24/7 and none of them picked up on it, that facade is a part of him now. AND HE. HAS. RIZZ.

Leo thinks quickly, even if he does feel an incredible amount of butterflies when you look at him, he. bounces. back. That’s who Leo ISSSS!!!!!!! He’s the kind of person who OPENLY likes you. I like to think he falls in love fast, especially with how quickly he adopts new family members. And he loves hard— don’t be surprised if he’s completely shameless towards his feelings.

“Are you— staring at me?” You laugh, analyzing the red eared slider for any form of reaction.

“Maybe.” Leo smirks, feeling that familiar warmth creep up his neck— watching your face with just as much interest. His smile only widens when you turn away, trying to think up a comeback. “Depends if you’d like that.”

He leans forward in his chair, “Would you?”

HES SO!!!! GRRRRRRRRFFFHFHGDHDHHH!!!!

Even if you don’t like him back, your face like a stone wall against his flirting. he’ll simply pull a Prince Naveen. “Well, I tried,” he’d smile — even despite the small fracture in his heart and large fracture in his pride, “I’ll get over it.” And he does— eventually. Because Leo always bounces back. To get rid of that trait feels like blasphemy to me. Leo is hard to beat, and if he’s going down, he’s going down swinging.

#regrettable writing #ROTTMNT #Leonardo x reader #Leo x reader #tmnt Leo x reader #blurbs #ROTTMNT x reader #ROTTMNT Leo

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trashlama · 1 year

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FUTURE RISE!LEO X READER

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Heyyyy-oooo it's me your guys favorite friendly pervy neighborhood consumer! Back with some more fics!

Yeaahh

Oh yeah I can totally sense your guys' excitement.

So this idea wasn't mine. I was lurking through the ROTTMNT fandom since recently I was too busy being dragged down the Record of Ragnarok fandom pit. It's like Hetalia all over again.

Anyways— I was lurking and came across one of my favorite creators ( @yanteetle ) that got a request for a fic. And like the idea was too good not to write a one-shot for it.

Like there was already a fic for it out there but, I thought I'd try my hand.

I really enjoyed writing this, I'll probably do another part except with the second idea with young Leo being little brother blocked by Casey Jr. cause Casey knows how Leo is with his future relationship with (y/n).

And maybe another one that has a different take on the first idea. But with a ✨ Age Gap✨. Cause man do I love myself a DILF.

Like brah there is no way you can't tell me future Leo isn't a DILF.

Anyways—

Enjoy the fic!

PICTURE NOT MINE! FOUND IT ON PINTEREST AND FELT LIKE IT WAS PERFECT-O

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Rushing water flooded the ancient channels that you were trudging through. The bottoms of your cargo pants were drenched despite being tucked into the openings of your pleather boots. Frigid rosey digits clung to the insides of the pockets to your cobalt colored coat. A shiver shot down your spine. Not from the chill of the down pour above you but rather, the ghost that didn't seem to want to leave you alone. Even now you were quite sure. Somewhere amongst the ruins of New York's sewer system, he was lurking. Never too far behind but, still too close for comfort.

You've been here for two years and five months in a few days according to the calendar that hung in your shared quarters. However you weren't planning on staying for the anniversary.

A brown satchel that hung from your shoulders carried all that you had for the perceived future until you could wrangle up some more scraps of rations from orphaned establishments on the road.

You weren't going back to the base. You refuse.

Onwards you marched. According to the directions Casey had given you it was just a little further until you reached a small opening that you would need to crawl through to get to the connecting manhole that would lead you straight out of the safe haven of the sewers and into the fry-pan of NYC city boundries. The teen even went as far as described an outpost just a couple miles Northwest towards New Jersey. Having scrambliled together a poorly drawn map of the terrain to gift you on your journey.

You and Casey both knew of the dangers there were trying to escape this place. Mutant or not. Though it didn't mean it was going to stop them from at least trying to free you from your gilded cage.

You had thanked the boy who had felt like a kid brother during your encampment at the base. Both shedding a tear for one another as you departed ways. Wishing the other luck as the world slowly continues to crumble around them. Unsure of the others fate.

The flashback helped to revitalize your will, spurring the need to flee as your pace began to pick up. Heart beat and foot falls mirroring another.

You didn't know how much longer you had before he caught up with you....

Speaking of the Devil.

A random splash not too far off sent you rocketing forward. Feet pounded through the stream of water lapping at your ankles. Unrelenting like the hunter that was behind you.

You didn't even want to look back. You feared if you did your knees would buckle at the very sight of his domineering form lunging for you.

Tokyo Drifting the corner, you spun to the left, a skirt of water splashing your legs once again, in further indirect efforts of creating a swimming pool in your boots.

He was fucking with you. You could tell.

If Leo was really being serious he would've captured you in his hold the moment he originally found you. Most likely had woken up due to the lack of your warm presence next to him in the cot you shared.

If you knew the red eared slider, which you felt at this point you did.

You knew he had been on your tail since the minute you left. Stepping foot outside the main body of the base.

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"(Y/n)....? Honey...." Leo groaned half awake. It was the middle of the night and his body had suddenly woken him from the bliss of his dreams.

Tired olive hands searched the sheets for your figure...only to find the lack of it.

Dark eyes flew open.

You. Weren't. Here.

Out of the bed he sprung, eyes stabbed through the dark. Only to find the lack of you and your belongings that had been here when the two of you had gone to bed.

His mind flew into chaos at the realization however, unlike his adolescent self he was able to control his panic. He calmed his ragging breath remembering his father's sage advice to not let his feelings get the better of him. That it was unbecoming for a ninja and a leader.

Honestly Leo should've seen it coming.

He wasn't any genuis-boy Donnie by any means but, didn't mean Leo was a fool.

He had saw the signs for a while now.

Eagerly you'd volunteer for any job if it meant being at odd schedules with him. It didn't matter if it was patrol or scavenging, if it got you away from him, even for a little while, you did it.

When approached about it, you simply claimed that you wanted to be useful for The Resistance. Reassuring Leo that your desire for work came from your feelings of being needed rather than the lumbering turtle's overbearing presence being the cause behind your disappearing acts.

Leo being ever so observant would notice how your close comrades and Casey Jr. would also actively participate in these same runs with you.

Everytime.

Tigers gnawed at his stomach lining and baboons pounded in his chest when he thought about what they could be discussing. What they could be doing.

In the beginning you and Leo had been soooo close.

Since teenagers. He had known you even before you knew him.

He had saved you.

Him.

He was seventeen and feeling free. The Krrang hadn't attacked yet, he still had his arm, and Ralph wasn't dead.

You had been just another girl he came upon on a nightly patrol.

Beforehand he and Raph had gotten into another disagreement. Something stupid about him not being a team player and not listening to his comrades.

Whatever. Leo didn't care.

Leo was his own one-man show— he liked to believe. Although when the going got tough, he knew he had his brothers to fall back on. They relied on one another even if they didn't like to admit it all the time. They were children after all.

Squeaky sneakers and labored breaths filled the illuminated basketball court. Within the fenced primiters was a single girl shooting hoops. And not too badly for the self-proclaimed professional's standards if he did say so himself.

She kept herself grounded but, still agile. Launching the basketball from all the points lines, even the ones that have long since been faded by eroding weather and age. (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled back into a high poney tail that whipped around with her movements.

She was like a basketball ballerina dancing a Lebron James Swan Lake. It was ethereal.

Time passed like rain droplets down car windows. Before he knew it the similarly aged female was packing up getting ready to go. Obvious signs being the (2f/c)towel around her neck and the (f/c) sports jacket she threw on over her fitted tank top.

Alas Leo didn't have the right mojo to go pursue her. Nor the right disguise.

For the next few weeks(at least how long he felt it had been emotionally. He wasn't keeping track.) Leo would return to that same basketball court, eager to see the basketball ballerina again.

Sometimes she was there, sometimes not. When she was it typically was late, at least for human standards. And always alone. Leo felt for her but, didn't particularly mind since that meant there was no one to disturb the skilled performance.

The (y/c) haired girl would show up. Shoot some hoops for a while before walking away into the night.

Her (e/c) eyes always looked absent when she shot her baskets. Emotions didn't voice themselves on her neutral complexion. The only real thing that was direct about her was that she was focused with the task at hand. Which was shooting hoops.

Leo wasn't a hundred percent sure what led her to the rundown court almost every night but, he was grateful for the occurrence.

Until one night he wasn't.

Like the last few nights, the red eared slider teen came to the court to spectate his favorite four pointer dancer. Only to find a lack of her usual performance. Instead sat the empty eroding court.

It was two in the morning and his brothers would start wondering where he is soon.(Not that they weren't already curious where their blue bandana brother was going.) A light sprinkle had started to pick up overhead that pushed the olive turtle to call it night.

Standing up from the ledge the turtle was about to leap from his position but, only froze upon hearing laughter. Down below underneath the iridescent fluorescent lamps was you.

The obvious lack of your usual athletic attire suggested you weren't here to play basketball. Instead of a tank top with a pair of shorts; dark jeans hugged your hips complimented by a (2f/c) Lou Jitsu t-shirt and (f/c) sport jacket.

With said jacket you shielded yourself from the drizzle. The lighting made you look like you were glowing, the uncharacteristic smile on your face added to the image.

What broke the breath-taking view was by whom he assumed were your friends. The two of them ran after you into the court with their own grins plastered on their complexions.

The scene of the trio caused the red eared slider's stomach to bumble with jealousy. He wanted to be down there with you. The sound of your guys' conjoined laughter would make together would simply be the best. Leo didn't have a doubt about it.

If only.

For the next two hours the three humans ran through the city streets. Asphalt turned into water slides as they slid and skid. None of them aware of the mutant turtle following them from the rooftops.

By four, the other two humans who he learned names were Jonathan and Melissa(I know so unique) departed for the night.

(Y/n), as he overheard from your comrades, left to go your own way home.

Leo knew he shouldn't continue being out this late by himself. Especially without telling his brothers where. But, Leo couldn't pass up the chance to see where you lived.

By the time you got back to your apartment complex it was pushing five in the morning. Leo could make out from his spot hidden in the fire escape that you were an only child.

Apparent by the lack of anything in the unit. The only things that pointed towards any form of life were the pictures that hung on the plain beige walls.

Inside the cramped dingy apartment you procured yourself some top ramen before sitting on the old futon in the main room to watch some TV. Switching to a channel that played older movies.

Zapped onto the screen was an old Lou Jitsu film. The sight of the movie excited the red eared slider, hopeful thoughts of having similar interests made the monkey in his rib cage pound harder.

Before Leo knew it you were passed out with the remote in hand with the sun peeking out over the Manhattan bay.

Giving one last look towards you before retreating back into the sewers.

The following weeks passed by and Leo grew to like you more. Even if it's from a distance. Always excited when you appear whether it's on the court or in his dreams.

His heart was always so elated when he watched you perform. And the one time he's late of course some dumb delinquents want to mess up his usual date.

Upon arrival he could tell something was wrong right away. Your (f/c) bag sat on alone on the bench left halfway unzipped and abandoned. The ball you brought with you every time you came to the court was flattened and punctured.

Something was very wrong.

"Back off Creeps!"

It was your voice.

Leo not giving a moment's thought to the possibility of being seen by the public eye. Leapt from his perch down to the court.

Hidden off in the alleyway was you and a pair of petty thieves. One a mutant rooster the other just a normal ass-hat both dressed in stereotypical black attire.

"Shadap! If you'd just given us yer stupid wallet and phone from the start then we would've been gone already!" The rooster barked. His beak set in a displeased frown that matched his human accomplice's equally displeased sner.

Both were armed.

The human with a baseball bat, and the rooster with a small pocket knife.

Observing the scene, Leo quickly determined this would be a rather easy take down as long as he did it right.

"Stop the stallin' and give us yer cash!"

The rooster's feathers acting like fingers reached out for you. Instantly the rooster's right wing received a sudden shave.

"WTF!?" The avian mutant screeched using his left wing to clutch his clipped one to his chest.

Quick to defend from the unforeseen attack the human whipped around to swing his bat; .... only to find an empty space.

"What in the name of..."

"Aaghkk!" Straight in the face you had punched the rooster.

Leo swore his chest grew warmer at the action.

While Leo was temporarily distracted by your fists of fury, the ass-hat had swung at the olive-green turtle. Quickly the red eared slider dodged the attack to only return with his own. Easily slicing the bat into small unusable chunks.

Whilst Leo dealt with the ass-hat you fought the retaliating mutant chicken.

It was a somewhat fair fight considering the difference in DNA and physical capabilities.

You would've won too, had you not underestimated how strong a mutant chicken's punches were.

Next thing you knew you were K.O.ed. Your (H/c) head in a tizzy from bouncing your brain around in your cranium.

The blue bandana wearing turtle was not pleased by this.

The rooster gulped at the obvious displeasure emanating off the red eared slider. Not even having a chance to escape Leo swiftly knocked the chicken out before tying him up with his accomplice.

"Oh (Y/n).... I'm sorry I was late for the performance.." Leo apologized under his tired breath. Adoration gleamed in dark pools as he stared down at the object that plauged his dreams for last month.

Even with three digits per hand the sturdy turtle held you against his plastron securely as he returned you to your apartment.

The cold air whipped around the two of you as he sprinted across rooftops of Manhattan.

He was the happiest turtle alive having you in his arms. He never wanted to let you go.

But he did.

And how Leo missed you so dearly for the years that followed.

Not until he was pushing forty did he find you again.

New recruits weren't too much of an uncommon occurrence. However as leader it was his job to familiarize himself with his team to the best of his ability.

And when it came time to welcome in the greenhorns, there you were.

Despite the years that have added on your complexion you were still that beautiful basketball ballerina he found all those years ago.

His heart swelled.

Leo did his best to protect you better this time.

Even if, it meant keeping you here with him against your wishes.

Very quickly it was known amongst The Resistance how much you meant to the Commander.

Within six months he had you transferred under his supervision despite your skills aligning with General April's or even General Donnie's precincts.

It didn't matter.

Leo wanted you. And that was that.

There was no room to argue when it came to the leader's order.

Within the year, you were sharing quarters with the adult red eared slider and in the following months, his cot.

The few freedoms you found away from Leo were doing patrols or hanging with deceased General Cassandra's son.

Even then the interactions were limited.

It's hard to say no when the world around you is dying and you have no other choice in survival.

Which brings us back to the current present.

Racing like a bat out of hell you fleed your pursuer who was hot on your trail.

The basketball bunny runing from the hunter with a shell.

Oh God please! Please let me make this!

It was right in front of you.

Approximately two turns up ahead laid a small tunnel. It was a tight squeeze even for your stature but, if you could crawl far enough into there before Leo reached you. You'd make it.

You threw yourself into the stone wall. The rough texture scraped your palms but you didn't care. You kept running.

"(Y/n) please come back!" Leo hollered.

His voice was not far behind. He had to be literally on your tail.

This would be a miracle if you made this.

"(Y/n) wait! You can't leave!" Anger could be heard in his deep voice. The same tone he used when displeased with your behavior when socializing amongst your fellow comrades.

There it was!

Right there!

Not even thinking about it—

You dove for the small tunnel. Knees instantly bowed to the floor as you began crawling into the opening. The hole was disgusting but, you didn't mind that as you shuffled your body forwards.

" NO! " Leo growled.

A yelp escaped your throat. Clawing hands clasping around your ankle before attempting pull you back. Despite scraping at the edges of the rusted entrance. All it took was a single tug from the adult red eared slider to dragged you out of the small hideaway. Sadness and anger quick to take over his desperate senses.

"Why!? Why did you try to leave me!?" The mutant demanded.

You didn't know what to do. You were frozen. He caught you. You didn't plan for this. You hadn't really thought—

You really had hoped—

"(Y/n)! Answer me!"

"Is everything I do for you and your kind not enough? Why can't I have you?" Leo cried.

His aged but charming features stared you down with so much hurt. He loves you so much. Too much. So why would you go?

"I've always been there for you (Y/n)... my basketball ballerina...don't I...deserve you?" Leo reasoned. His voice displayed the hurt he felt as he reasoned with you.

Well more like manipulated.

"I love you so much.... I just can't lose you again."

Muscular arms pressed you against his plastron. Underneath it you could hear the bird fluttering in his ribs.

Your mind was running a mile a minute, terrified, flustered, unsure what comes next.

" I love you (y/n)...". Was the last thing your brain registered before feeling a pinch to the bundle of nerves in your neck. Falling limp like a ragdoll in the Commander's arms.

Releasing a sigh the tired adult red eared slider held you in the one-sided embrace for just a little longer. Relishing in the warmth from your body that wasn't accompanied by the small trembles from you.

The hug didn't last long before the mutant readjusted his hold on you so that you laid in his arms. Leo didn't mind doing this every once in awhile when the anniversary of your arrival came up. As long as you don't do it again for another year.

He would have to disperse that support group of yours....

Once back in the safe confinements of Resistance HQ; Leo made a B-line to your guys shared room. There he stripped you of your drenched coat and boots before tucking you back into the shared bed. In your spot next to him.

The blue bandana wearing turtle let out a tired yawn as he closed the door before crawling inside the sheets to lay besides you.

Leo was aware he was being selfish but, he just couldn't live without you. Not again. And certainly not in this cruel world that just wants to take away everything he holds dear.

Dark pools stared down at your resting face. His prosthetic hand lovingly caressed the soft skin of your face. Soothing both you and himself in the process.

Slipping away into the land of rest. Even while dreaming the Resistance Commander held on dearly to you.

Not allowing you the same chance to escape his embrace twice.

¶¶ Creator's Notes¶¶

Thank you for reading!

If you liked this part please enjoy part 2!

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notjustdragonspages · 1 year

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Tell me he's not strong. I dare you.

And friends on Instagram turning my own words into a meme💀

Art credit goes to @yanteetle

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #they're so mean to me #I can't believe them #They made at least two others #How dare they #Bullying

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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A DC AND rottmnt fan?? Dude I'm mad at myself for NOT getting to know you sooner!! I'm not sure if the rottmnt discord thingy is still up, but if it is I'd love to be in it! (Its fine even if it isn't though!)

And your art?? Its so pretty and I'm in love!! I love seeing oc x canon art for fics, it's the coolest thing ever imo 🥰🥰 (btw I'm really sorry for not noticing if you've ever mentioned me in posts before, I'm currently shadowbanned and tumblr won't allow me to know when I'm mentioned in posts bc of it! Really sorry about that!/gen)

-yanteetle

Dude?? This message JUST got to me, maybe it's because of your shadowban? In any case HI and 👀 next time we talk on discord you should tell me who your fav DC character is.

And thank you 🥺 I love your art so much too @yanteetle

I remember I tried to tag you on the poll of if I should make a discord chat, but it did fail and I assumed it was because of your shadowban, but you are there now!

If anyone else is interested on joining us on discord here is the link!

#ask #friend tag #chaos shut up

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yanteetle · 7 months

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Do you have any more yan!Raph sketches you'd be willing to share? 👉👈

Because like idk how to describe it the way you draw him is just so cuddly and omg my sweet slightly insane baby-- 😔🙏

(No pressure or anything sorry if this comes off as kinda demanding!!)

sure thing! I have a few Raph sketches that I don't really plan on finishing, so I may as well dump it here :)) I love him so much I need to draw him more <33 I loved the idea that before kidnapping y/n, he'd made a plushie of them and knit cute little blankets and outfits for them while kissing the mini yn plushie goodnight and tucking them in bed. He's just a little guy, tootally not capable of murder or anything :D

#yanteetles art #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #obsessive yanderes #rottmnt x reader #rise tmnt #yanteetles tellings #yandere raph #yandere raphael #yandere romance #yan rottmnt #yandere art #sketches #yandere male #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph fanart #rottmnt raph x reader

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ash-apalone-ferox · 1 year

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This is what I'm talking about it's really good though I would suggest with this brand to get yourself some really good glue or Mod Podge. And on the right is a complete mask that I got so many compliments on once people found out I made it I wore it for Halloween I kid you not I could barely see anything because of the snout.

@yanteetle just in case you decide you want to mess with this here's the name of the brand I use it's really good when you get it fresh and you can tell when it's fresh when it looks kind of bubbly and it's a bit sticky

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oleander-nin · 10 months

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May I have one action 23 and 1 verbal 18? If it's possible, I'd like MC to be the one saying the verbal 18 prompt with Rottmnt Raphael! You can make it yandere if you'd like, either way works for me because I like the idea of Mc not wanting to be so sappy and soft with him, and he's simply just holding MC's hand and wanting to be soft with them ❤️ please take your time and know me and Yanteetle love your work! ❤️

A/N, not important: I'll try and get more out soon, sorry for being so inactive! Sorry it's shorter, I was running out of steam. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Kidnapping, drugging mentioned, forceful touching(non-sexual), staring

Words: 1265

Prompt(s) requested: 23(Holding Hands) & 18("Stop being sappy. you're making me gag.")

Summary: Raph just wants to keep you safe, so why are you so against him?

The lights were dim in Raph’s room, the blankets piled high. He watches his captive sleep soundly, their chest rising peacefully as they rest. Raph shifts in his seat, his hands clenched together. The pipes outside his little train car creak, the sound of his brother’s laughter reverberating around the subway station the Hamato’s claimed as their home. His gaze falls on the sleeping human once more, Raph’s eyebrow muscles furrowing.

They were supposed to wake up over an hour ago.

Raph grumbles slightly, his leg bouncing up and down erratically. He never should have agreed to take that test drug from Donnie. Sure, it was easy, but was waiting here like this worth it? Raph’s face contorts into a worried frown, his chasm deepening. He needs them awake. Now.

He carefully moves his hand to their face, rubbing their cheek in an attempt to encourage them to wake. Raph’s breathing was almost non-existent, his chest still despite the captive’s constant rise and fall. His head falls a bit as he pulls back from them, slumping in his chair. Raph closes his eyes, his foot still drumming into the floor with its constant bounce.

Having them in front of him while they lay peacefully on his bed is driving Raph to the edge. He wanted them awake, safe. The thought of the drugs making them slip into a coma was terrorizing him. He opens his eyes again, once more scanning their body for any oddities. Raph shifts the blankets around his captive, flipping them onto their back once more. Raph would cut off his hand before letting them suffocate.

The chair creaks when Raph shifts, his fired nerves making it impossible for him to hold still. He keeps his eyes trained on their chest, making sure it keeps rising. Up, then down. Over and over it rose and fell, driving Raph’s worries away. The consistency calmed his mind and soothed his worries, successfully maintaining Raph’s air of calm. He was still worried about the drug pumping through their veins, but it would be okay. Everything could be fixed, as long as their chest still rose.

An almost euphoric jolt of emotion rushes through Raph when he watches their face twitch, the muscles spasming as they fight to wake. A yawn escapes their lips while their eyes flutter open, Raph leaning forward in his seat. The human looks at the snapper with cloudy eyes, their face painted into confusion as they take in their surroundings. Raph’s room was nothing overly impressive, but it was the humans' new home. Raph would make sure they were comfortable, protected. They would have everything they need.

Raph helps his victim sit up, murmuring soft words of encouragement all the while. He doesn’t want them to move too fast lest they pass out. The stolen human wipes at their eyes as they try to clear their vision. They could barely see Raph, the gunk in their eyes and the dim lights making it difficult for them to make out any shapes. Raph can pinpoint the moment their eyes focus, able to tell by the way their face scrunches in displeasure.

“Good morning.” Raph says gently, a small smile now on his face. He could feel his worries melt away now that they were awake. He watches them closely, taking in every feature and every movement. They were perfect, as always. “I was worried. You weren’t waking up.”

“You drugged me.” The human hiss out, pulling their knees to their chest. They balance on the balls of their feet, acting as if they were getting ready to bolt.

Raph sighs at their words, rubbing the back of his head. He looks conflicted, a flash of pain rippling over his features. “I did, but you refused to cooperate. I was only doing what was necessary.”

“Necessary? How is any of this necessary!? You drugged me!” Raph winces at the way they screech out the words, their voice loud and carrying weight. The mutant fiddles with his fingers, unsure how to go about this. He didn’t want them to be upset, but he didn’t know how to explain it to them. How could he get them to understand how much he loved them?

Raph gently takes their hands in his, squeezing them comfortingly. “I love you, and this was just a small sacrifice to bring you home. Everything worked out, so it’s okay. I can keep you safe now.”

Raph holds onto their hands still, rubbing his thumb over their palms. They were so much smaller, so much weaker than him. His hands squeeze theirs, the giant snapper minding his strength. A thought flashes through his mind, one of crushing the hands he was holding. His face hardens a bit. He would never do such a thing, not to one a dear as the person in front of him at least. They were his to protect, his to care for. He would never hurt them if he could help it.

“Ugh, stop being so sappy. You’re making me gag.” Their snarky voice knocks him out of his thoughts, his eyes staring into theirs. He ignores the way they’re attempting to pull their hands back, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Their words shake his resolve the smallest bit, his heart panging. They didn’t even know how good they had it, so spoiled. It was okay though. Raph was here for them.

“You’re going to be happy here. Raph can keep you safe.” He says, sounding like a broken record. Raph rolls his shoulders and straightens his back. He voices his thoughts as if they were fact, his certainty of his ability to keep them safe and happy clear. The large mutant eyes their face, they way it pulls into a small look of disgust, the corners of their mouth pulled down. Raph tries to ignore the pang in his heart that comes with being faced with that look. He just wanted them to love him back, to be safe and happy in his arms. He gazes back at their chest, the rise and fall with each breath soothing his nerves. “It’s all going to be okay.”

They try to pull their hands back once more and a small growl sounds from Raph’s chest. Raph shoots his captive a harsh glare, not letting them move away from him. He was here to protect them. Raph couldn’t fathom why they seemed so upset. In his mind, taking them here was a harsh but necessary action. It was to keep them safe.

Raph looks down at them, scanning the way they moved. Their smaller form is hunched in on itself, their eyes glaring at Raph with a fiery passion. He frowns. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. Having his love hate him, despise him. How was he going to protect someone who flinched at his touch? Raph’s face hardens a bit as he yanks his captive towards him. They yelp as they crash into his hard plastron, Raph’s big arms wrapping around them to keep them there. His eyes scan the wall in front of him, trying to think. He ignores the muffled protests sounding from the stuck human, not caring to hear what they were saying.

The feeling of their chest expanding made Raph squeeze them all the more. The beat of their heart was moving against Raph’s, both thumping in their own independent rhythm. Raph would find a way to gain their love, to gain their breath, to gain their heart. He was certain he could eventually. All he has to do is wait.

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