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A moment of peace if you will
#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#my art#lil self indulgence from my time spent in the park#it was just nice all around#Donnie deserves some nice time to himself too#his hoodie is also cut out from the back just so his shell is able to stick out#oh to be a reptile basking in the sun's warmth
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*walks into Room /w the turtles* me: I come baring gifts!!
*walks up to Donnie* âI got you noise canceling headphones and a weighted blanket! I.. I tried my best to get you a book, but they wouldnât let me.â I kneel down and whisper âyouâre doing great. I know itâs a scary situation and there a lot happening right now, but I believe in you. Iâm so proud of how well youâve been handling this change. Please remember itâs ok to be different and feel big emotions or no emotions at all. Donât let anyone down you for who you are.â
*walks up to Leo* âI got you a wooden-play sword (for some reason that was ok for me to give you-) and a unicorn plush!â I whisper âyouâre going to be just fine. Just know that youâre enough. You donât have to prove anything to anyone. Iâm so so SO proud of you. Youâre the best fighter Iâve ever seen, youâre amazing! I adore your fighting skills. Youâre not worthless. You shouldnât have to earn peopleâs love. Youâre deserving of all the love in the world.â
*walks up to mikey* âI got you finger paints and glitter!â I whisper âthank you for helping people. Your heart is so so big and beautiful!â *hug*
*walks up to Raph* âand last but never least, I got you a heart-shaped pillow and a friendship bracelet!â I whisper âyou can do it. I love your kindness. I appreciate your want to help. Youâre doing a great job bringing people and yourself together. Thank you for looking out for your brothers. Donât worry too much big man.â *hug*
I would have drawn this all, but Iâm in a motivation burn out rn :,) At least I was able to draw the gifts :D!
You are totally fine not being able to draw everything- I super get it! I also didn't end up drawing a lot for your response- but hopefully you still like it! It's more my retelling of events rather than continuing the story? Also- sorry in advance for how long it got, I was just very excited about all the adorable words you told each of them and how they would respond to it ;v;
Your ask was such a joy to read- tysm for sending it! :DD
Donnie stares at the large assortment of items in the person's hands, wondering which were for him, and for some of them.... what they even were. The human comes to him first and he tenses, confused as the stranger kneels down to his level. Odd, but Carol does it enough that he isn't completely lost.
âI got you noise canceling headphones and a weighted blanket! I.. I tried my best to get you a book, but they wouldnât let me.â He stares at the items offered for a moment, then takes them with a small nod. He doesn't really know how to feel about them yet.
He holds the blanket that was covered in small glittering stars in his hands, the weight oddly comforting- Like when his brother hugs him, or the times he would hide under their bean bag. It was familiar. And, after inspecting the other grey object in his hand and connecting it to the words she spoke about "noise canceling", he assumes the soft cushions were meant for his ears. He slowly tested them out- pressing one against his right ear. Determining the effect wasn't painful or uncomfortable, he slid them all the way on.
The sound of Raph and Heishis whispered conversation, of Mikey's excited squealing, and of the humming of the vents was suddenly dulled.
It was.... nice.
He knew he should thank the person, he should be as excited as Mikey who was still squealing by her side.. but he didn't know the human. With the new room, his new "brothers", and everything else that had been happening.... he couldn't bring himself to force a smile or even muster a thank you, though he knew he should.
âyouâre doing great. I know itâs a scary situation and there a lot happening right now, but I believe in you. Iâm so proud of how well youâve been handling this change. Please remember itâs ok to be different and feel big emotions or no emotions at all. Donât let anyone down you for who you are.â She whispers to him.
He still didn't want to talk to the new lady, or smile at her, or thank her. But now he felt a swell of relief flood through him, because that was okay. So, he took the gifts with another nod and found his way to the corner of the room, watching with silent awe as she began to pass out the rest of the gifts.
Heishi watches tensely as the enemy first approaches Donnie, claiming that they had gifts for them. Right, like he would fall for that. This was clearly some scheme to lower their guard- but he was a warrior, not some child who could be so easily swayed.
He noted as Donnie made his way to the corner, blanket and headphones in hand. That left the strange viles, the sword (it was wooden, but with enough force maybe he could.... hmmm no, not yet. Not while still stuck in a locked room...), and a few other softer objects that he couldn't quite make out.
Then, it was with dread he realized that the enemy was approaching him next. His shoulders raised and he showed his teeth, hoping to scare her off. Thankfully, it seemed to work as she stopped a few feet away, bending down and offering the sword to him
âI got you a wooden-play sword (for some reason that was ok for me to give you-) and a unicorn plush!â
... Why would she give him a sword of any kind? UGH! Was he really that unthreatening? Was he really so bad at his one purpose that they would mock him by giving him weapons knowing they could beat him?!
... well he would show HER! He will take that silly play sword and-
âyouâre going to be just fine. Just know that youâre enough. You donât have to prove anything to anyone. Iâm so so SO proud of you. Youâre the best fighter Iâve ever seen, youâre amazing! I adore your fighting skills. Youâre not worthless. You shouldnât have to earn peopleâs love. Youâre deserving of all the love in the world.â
... well, now it didn't really feel like she was mocking him- maybe she was just crazy.
"Yeah... well, I am the bestest warrior... I don't gotta earn anyone's love, cuz I'm... I'm just that cool. Heh." He stammers, rushing to grab the sword and the other item he hadn't really noticed before.
When he got a safe distance from the enemy, he wasn't exactly sure why he turned his back to the enemy but he just.... couldn't face her. His whole chest felt warm and oozy in a way he wasn't sure was normal.
He shook his head and focused back on the items in his hand.
The sword...
and...
Mikey was bouncing on his feet as he followed the new scientist around the new room. She was so nice- he hoped she would stay forever and ever! Maybe she could convince the scientist to let Carol come back and they could all play together? He squeaked again a the thought.
âI got you finger paints and glitter!â It took a moment for Mikey to realize she was talking to him, to absorbed in his daydreams of introducing her to Carol and George.
He claps his hands together and looks up at the sparkly tubes and jars of color that she held out for him. It felt like Christmas all over again!!
âthank you for helping people. Your heart is so so big and beautiful!â
He was hugging her before she could even finish the sentence, and he couldn't help but chirp with glee as she hugged back!
"Thank you! Ohmigosh!" He pulled away after a moment, taking the jars from her hands and spreading them out around him on the boring brown floor.
After a few moments of struggling against the lids, the vibrant colored jars were now open. He let out a mischievous giggle that turned into a cackle as he made up his mind:
These floors were not going to be boring brown any longer-
Raph stood awkwardly at the table, watching as one by one his brothers were distracted by the humans gifts. Finally, she turned to him.
âand last but never least, I got you a heart-shaped pillow and a friendship bracelet!â
His tail lightly twitched behind him, unsure if he should be excited or nervous. Pops told him that humans were dangerous to mutants like him but... this one seemed okay... maybe if he asked her nice enough she would take him home?
...no, no... he couldn't tell her where his home was. Dad said he could never, ever, EVER tell anyone where they lived.
But... then how would he get home? He frowned.
âyou can do it. I love your kindness. I appreciate your want to help. Youâre doing a great job bringing people and yourself together. Thank you for looking out for your brothers. Donât worry too much big man.â She ended her small speech with a hug, which he melted into.
Yeah. I'm Raph, their big brother.
He had gotten this far, had found his brothers, had brought them together- even when pops said he that it wasn't possible!
And, now he just had to bust them all out of here!!
He smiled at his new friend, and gave her a toothy grin.
Raph was going to be the best big brother they ever had!
#ally asks#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#little subjects au#turtle tots#rottmnt seperated au#little subjects 1000#ally writes#ally art
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Hey ik on that "equally distribute the horrors" post, a lot of people were talking about Mikey needing horrors (tbh he deserves some, they all need equal rights to the horrors.), but I've never seen anyone even talk about the horrors for Raph? Maybe that's just me and my web experience tho. (If you have any examples of Raph dealing with the horrors pls list them, my cousin ((who also says Mikey needs more horrors, at least)) and I are desperate)
ah that's probably because i specified mikey in the tags because im a mikey enjoyer who is followed principally by more mikey enjoyers teeheee
but huh
i guess i understand what you mean
in terms of Raph Horrors⢠we have
mmmm i unfortunately won't include every single horror from every single tmnt iteration out there. there's too many for me to remember all the specific raph horrors from each of them rn so i'll just list some random ones off the top of my head đş
Feel free to add more to the raph horrors list! lol
Mirage
- Raphael gets progressively demutated and basically reverts to a normal turtle for a while
(the panels of when this was happening were actually very emotive and made me cry) he does say this when he's back to normal which i find very funny tho
90's movies
- Raph gets beaten the fuck up and then gets thrown trough a skylight. He's then placed in a bath tub while he heals (Leo is the one who never leaves his side on this iteration)
2003
- Nearly injures Mikey greatly with a metal tube because of anger (He feels really bad about this and i def think this moment never truly left his brain ever)
- Getting kidnapped by footbots, getting interrogated by Hun
- All the fights with shredder or karai/all the injuries gotten in all the fights with shredder or karai
- Same As It Never Was Raph
- Watching his injured older brother get thrown to a window and watch said older brother heal from his wounds
- Seeing himself as the shredder/ thinking himself as the shredder
- Got his home raided countless times
- Getting separated from his younger brothers + dad in one of said times and waiting alone in the surface without knowing if his family even made it out alive
- Witnessed dad get disintegrated
- Brainwashed (actually getting infected with a digital virus but eh). Him and his brothers are foot ninjas for an unspecified amount of time (maybe days). During this, shredder sends the brothers to the most mortal/difficult missions in hopes that they die under his command.
- Getting thrown into the future (Raph is the one brother who hates this event the most lmao)
2007
- Witnesses older brother get kidnapped and blames himself for it
2011 IDW
- Raph gets separated from his family before mutating. Spends years homeless and by himself before his brothers find him again (this forever makes raph feel that even if he's with his family. he somehow doesn't belong)
- Right after getting mutated he spent some time being cared by Buck (blind homeless guy that is the first person ever/parent figure that's nice to Raph). Watches Buck get beaten to death. (Possibly. Buck did survive but i can't remember if he did die because of his injuries. still. traumatizing to raph that was still fairly new to the world)
- Forced to be family warrior/protector (he doesn't want this, he just wants to be a farmer man đđ)
- Witnessed shredder stab Casey (Raph's bestie/first ever friend that he relates to)
- Had to fight against brainwashed brother (Foot Leo)
- Witnessed Donnie's corpse (would def fuck u up if you feel like the protection of your family is your responsibility)
- Gets kidnapped and experimented with/tortured
- Dad dies, rip đď¸
2012
- Losing Spike (he literally stayed 15 years underground with only his family for company. spike meant so much to him)
- Watching mikey get hurt because of his bad leadership literally made him freeze up and not know what to do at all
- The whole scene of splinter letting his brothers insult him. what the hell đ
- Fighting his (brainwashed/hypnotized?) dad
- Cockroach mutant
- THE FUCKED UP SQUIRRELS
- Watching his older brother get thrown trough a window (the sequel). And watching said older brother be extremely injured.
- Leo 3 month coma
- GETTING TURNED INTO A PLANT?
- Brainwashed via worm that ate all the way through his skull and into his brain
- Dad dies, rip đď¸ the sequel (this happens quite a bit in the series) and hil being in the front row of how splinter gets mortally wounded and then thrown off the roof
- Fighting his family while brainwashed
- kidnapped and being put into an oven to die (and would have died if leo didn't go ham and destroyed his enclosure)
- Witnessed someone kill himself while he was actively trying to prevent it
- Witnessing the death of both two little brothers
- Witnessing older brother nearly die. Again (Again. this happens quite a bit in the series)
- the whole mutant bomb apocalypse holy shit
theres def more that im forgetting mb
Bayverse
- Home gets raided, the sequel
- All brothers get kidnapped except for him
- BROKEN SHELL BECAUSE OF SHREDDER AND HE JUST KEEPS GOING???? please..............take one second to rest THATS YOUR SPINE
Rise
- Eldest sister syndrome
- The fucking bunny plushie that I've forgotten the name of (his siblings were so mean for no reason at all that ep đ)
- Rise shredder
- Having to forcefully remove his family from deathly situation even if it meant leaving a beloved family member behind (he prob blames himself about karai ....augh)
- Kidnapped/taken hostage (?)
- Kraang Brainwashed
- Having to fight younger brother while brainwashed
- Apocalyptic Kraang Future
The last ronin
- Died for literally no reason at all . fly high king đď¸
Mutant mayhem
- Getting kidnapped (quite violently too)
- Milking Machine
- Getting shell cracked from being squished too hard
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Inspired by the art you reblogged from Tapakah0.
Donnie deserves to be a little shithead too:
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It wasnât uncommon for Donnie to lock himself away for days at a time. He came out for meals when he remembered (or was loudly reminded), but typically during these times they wouldnât see him until whatever project heâd thrown himself into was finished.
When he re-emerged, theyâd all ask him about what he was up to in his absence, and usually he would tell them.
This time, however, he just smiled and said âYouâll see.â with an ominous smile that reminded them all far too much of their father.
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They were back at the farmhouse, having a nice time off as a family. April and Casey had joined them, the whole gang excited to spend some quality time together without having to worry about responsibilities or other annoying things.
Mikey and April were baking a cake in the kitchen. Raph and Leo were pretending to teach Casey to meditate and sticking things in his hair to see how long it would take him to notice.
Donnie snuck to his room, pulling the new invention out of its hiding place and setting it up. He pulled on some gloves- not uncommon, it was getting a bit cold- to hide the mechanisms hidden in his palms. With a mischievous giggle he flexed the prosthetic fingers, watching them sync up to his movements.
He took a moment to stim out his giggles, flapping his hands to help him calm down before calmly leaving back into the main area.
âIâm gonna bite your fuckinâ face!â Casey yelled, grabbing for Raph, somewhere near thirty odd sticks and leaves in his hair, as well as a couple forks and a margarita umbrella. Leo was on the floor, his eyes nearly bulging out of his eyes as he laughed, holding his stomach in pain.
Raph leapt over the back of the couch, screaming as Casey followed after him, nearly taking off the screen door as he bolted to try to escape his boyfriendâs wrath.
Donnie chuckled and stood over Leo, looking down at him, âSo what w-was the final co-count?â
Leo giggled, âThirty-seven, and thatâs only because April poked her head in and laughed. He caught Raph with a stick in his hand.â
Donnie rolled his eyes and held out a hand, helping Leo up to his feet.
Leo didnât notice.
âWhereâd you go?â Leo asked, âYou good?â
âMmhm.â Donnie smiled, âJust had to ch-check something.â
âOkay.â Leo shrugged, accepting the answer, âApril said theyâre gonna ice the cake soon. I was gonna go see if I could help, wanna come?â
âAbsolutely.â
The kitchen wasnât a total mess, but there were definitely a lot of bowls in the sink. Mikey had his tongue stuck out while he smeared icing over the cake, making a solid base for any decorations they added after. April was sitting with him, mixing dyes into even portions of icing, coloring them all colors of the rainbow.
âCan we help?â Leo asked, leaning over the table, grinning, âI wanna draw a bunny.â
âFaggot.â Mikey coughed.
Leo punched him in the shoulder, âYour mom.â
April pointed to the counter, âThe icing bags are over there. Grab me the roll and we can get them prepped.â
Donnie did that, handing the box to April, who paused. She stared at his hands for a good ten seconds before looking up at him, confusion evident on her face.
He winked.
She snorted and said nothing, taking the bags to start shoveling icing into them. He grabbed a spatula and helped, sitting next to her. As soon as they were all full Leo and Mikey were grabbing their colors and doodling all over it, making flowers and drawing faces and other things. April joined them, taking the green to make four tiny turtles climbing the side of the cake. Donnie took the purple and drew some random shapes.
Eventually Raph and Casey came back in, both a little scuffed up, and joined in the decoration⌠until Casey dared Raph to eat all the red icing left and Raph stepped up to the challenge, daring Casey to do the same with the yellow.
Needless to say, neither wanted any cake afterward.
Donnie offered to cut the cake, taking a knife and deftly twirling it in his fingers a couple times before slicing in to make the slices as even as he could.
âYo what the fuck?!â
Donnie forced himself not to grin, looking to Mikey, who had not only shouted but also leapt up onto a chair, âWh-what? Whatâs wrong?â
âYour hand!â
Donnie looked at his hand, feigning confusion, âWhat about i-it?â
Mikey grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand to show it to everyone, âDonnieâs fucking mutated again!â
âWhoa!â Leo laughed, âYour hand! Is it on both? Oh, gross.â
âWhat are you guys talking about?â April said, looking Donnie in the eyes with a steely determination and a devious grin on her lips, âDonnieâs always had five fingers. How did you never notice?â
Raph grabbed Donnieâs other hand, staring at it like it offended him, âYouâre lying.â
âN-no?â Donnie lied, âI always th-thought I was weird b-because my hands were different.â
Leo reached out and touched Donnieâs fingers with his own, âThis is so strange.â
âWhy do you think heâs so good with tech?â April chuckled, playing it cool by grabbing the knife to get herself a slice of cake, âHeâs got the extra dexterity.â
âWhoa.â Mikey gasped, âHow did we never notice?â
Leo looked at his own hands, âWeâve held hands to go places! How did I not realize?â
âIâm still calling bullshit.â Raph crossed his arms, âI wouldâve noticed. Casey, did you ever notice?â
Casey met Raphâs gaze, completely silent.
âRight, nevermind.â
Donnie and April were able to hold out on the lie for almost forty-five minutes. Raph tried to catch Donnie by making him use his hands to twirl his bĹ or juggle, but Donnie had prepared for that inevitability.
In the end, it was actually Casey who called him out.
âOh! Theyâre lying.â Casey grinned, âGotcha, nerd!â He slammed his phone down, showing them a picture taken a few months back. It was a selfie of Casey and the guys, with Donnie waving in the background, clearly three-fingered.
April and Donnie burst out laughing. They ignored the rude names shouted at them as they leaned on one another, gasping for air.
âYou fucking gaslit us!â Leo slapped his shell, âYou bastard!â
âI felt like a piece of shit!â Mikey screamed, âI thought Iâd missed something huge!â
âIâm going to drown you.â Raph rubbed his face, âIâm going to end your fucking life.â
Donnie was crying.
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In the end he showed them the prosthetics, showing off how heâd synced them to match the movements of his other fingers and revealed just how long heâd been working on this particular prank. He also promised April a favor of her choice for making it even better.
Mikey shoved cake in his face.
ââ
Get fuckin pranked assholes
-Monster Anon
hahh thats adorable !! thank you
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GitS Asks!
Not as much as he does the boys. April's pretty good about having her own fun, she's got a family to go back to, she can separate herself when she needs to. She can handle herself!
Noted đ Though I don't read fanfic very often because I'm. Usually too busy writing it. fhgdkjgf I'm already behind on stuff I want to read. I will put it on my List.
Leo's least favorite is math, he finds it boring as all hell. Raph's least favorite is chemistry. He cannot get any of it right for the life of him. He accidentally made mustard gas once and from then on Donnie was paired with him to make sure that didn't happen again. Mikey's is history! He has a hard time just sitting still and listening. Donnie's least favorite is the mystic arts. He thinks it's unnecessary for him, because he doesn't have a mystic weapon.
Ghost just tells them he's going to teach them something today and they pretty much all show up. If they miss a day, he doesn't scold them about it or anything, he just lets them miss it. If they don't understand something because of it later, he can just teach it to them again. Normally they don't miss more than a day at a time, and if they do there's usually something else going on. Ghost is homeschooling them, and it's not like they're going to college. The point is learning, not to make them suffer when they don't feel like it. ;)
Splinter was giving the boys an education! He taught them colors, and alphabets, and how to read, how to clean, how to take care of themselves. Splinter taught them a lot, and Ghost knows that. He's not mad for Splinter focusing on the more practical things and less on the academic side.
Oh yeah he's gonna flip y'all.
"Who?"
Spoilers! Though I am now thinking of that 03 episode during fast forward where they go to the gala and Donnie is wearing a purple suit. Thank you.
Ghost is still kinda active with the homeless community. He doesn't talk to them, or really show himself at all, but he drops off blankets and clothes he finds when scavenging.
Ghost doesn't know about Don stealing from ATMs at the moment! He won't mind it, though. He's not hurting anyone but big banks by doing it.
Oh you think Ghost's self-blame and self-hatred is bad now? NOTHING compared to what it would be if he'd fallen into Rise after experiencing SAINW. He knows what's going to happen to his brothers. He knows he disappeared, and that the world ended because of it. He'd work a lot harder. I don't think he'd pay any attention to the kids, honestly, I think he'd be neck-deep in making a portal, trying everything, retrying it.
Ghost has accepted that he's stuck in his dimension. Donatello would not.
The TECH! It's so much easier to get high-grade metal and supplies in Rise! He can get SO MUCH SHIT! No wonder Donnie can build things so nicely, people dump out nice stuff!
Welcome to ow, I'll be your host-
Spppoiiilerrsssss? I think? Probably???
It does! There was a poll quite a ways back that even asked if Ghost ends up with Leo or with the other boys. He's in Tahiti. ;)
Phantom is far less scarred than Ell. He still has the leather jacket because I feel like he deserves a leather jacket. Ghost doesn't have the scar over his eye because of Phantom. When Ghost disappeared to the Battle Nexus to try and find answers, Phantom immediately started looking for him. Ghost had only meant to go for a day, but was trapped by Big Mama and forced to fight. Phantom found him and pulled him out of there before he ever got the scar.
Some things are universal constants :)
Whether they survive it or not is different.
Oh 03 Donatello is completely destroyed. He blames himself entirely. He works all the time to get his lost brother back. Ell and Spirit don't blame Donny, but Mike does a bit. It's easier to be mad at someone than the universe.
w... what about it....
Bold of you to assume that Ghost isn't going to break that curse
Rise boys are starting to realize their mentor isn't invincible and immortal. Terrifying thing to learn.
Thank you!! Glad you like it!
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Iâm just slowly adding more chapters to each of these because otherwise the number of notifications would be a lot lol @raphaelesbian
Foive (The sleep deprivation is invading the main posts more and more teehee)
Aw Donnie no 𼚠I get migraines and owwww. Just wanna⌠toss pain meds at him. Bonk.
Ah of course Raph canât relax our boy is so wound up at this point. I do wonder how long Karai messing with the Foot will work. Any time sheâs physically present for one of these things she risks being recaptured.
âmaybe she just deserved some time without someone trying to hunt her down, friend or foe.â That is very sweet actually. Like, yes sheâs still in danger, but sheâs getting a bit to do her own thing.Â
âIf he was pissy when Raph escaped he was livid now that Karai was gone, too.â Yeah that tracks lol. Oh and heâs doing shit himself now thatâs⌠niiiiiiice? Raph is not going to be okay if they actually have to fight him is he.
These kids need somewhere safe to chill where they can get away from each other for a bit. All of them are on edge and stuck in the same space that is never going to go well. âThe Lair had become a pressure cooker, and Raph was about ready to burst.â This is not going to be pretty is it.
Lmao how the turn tablesâ please be careful bud. Aw theyâre bonding! Theyâre so sleep deprived which same, but theyâre bonding! Making dark jokes back and forth is a glorious bonding activity.
âThey have the self-preservation skills of a group of lemmings.â The jumping off cliffs thing is a myth but- wait Raphâs a fucking lemming. He is THE SAME. FU-
âWhat if you werenât alone?â Oh these little shits. You ALL have the self-preservation skills of lemmings. Like these two totally deserve to blow off some steam but I am NOT excited to see them possibly get caught again⌠anyway BIG SISTER BONDING THROUGH CRIME FUCK YEAH.
âAnd here I was already planning out the colors for our friendship bracelets.â *stares at a certain piece of fanart and loudly sips drink*
Seex (Hey remember that discord typo-)
Raph being too excited about causing problems to fight with his brothers I canât lol- these two should never be allowed to go on missions alone.
Bradford hurt Mikey and Raph shall never forget. Good. Karai really said âhow in the fuck are you doing that.â
âlaunder, like laundry?â I mean⌠close enough? I guess theyâre technically washing it? Of the crime? Just not⌠normally. Um. Yeah close enough.
CRIMES WITH BIG SISTER FUCK YEAH part 2. These two are menaces I am so happy for them. Cause chaos children, go forth. Also MORE BONDING! Theyâre having so much fun they deserve this.
Sparring instead of committing more crimeâ yeah a breakâs probably a good idea at this point. These two have been through so much recently so seeing them sort of give each other some room to breathe is so nice. They both need it so badly.
Sevan~
Karai gets to be a bad influence the chapter. The teenagers have obtained alcohol everyone, you have been warned. Also Karai, hun, heâd probably have had less intense of a reaction if youâd said what the mystery liquid was before drinking it <3
Raph drank way too much immediately because of course he did lmao. Karaiâs âoh dearâ reactionâ see what youâve done to him maâam? His brain is soup. Soup! Stands up and immediately nope HELP-
I really like how these twoâs relationship has built up to this point. Theyâre both a lot more blunt than Raphâs brothers, and it seems to be working in their favor for once. Theyâve done a bit of âcasualâ hanging out, but they also kinda just skipped to having important conversations that they probably both need. Also, these two feel older than the other turtles after everything. Karai just *is*, but the way Raph acts with her is different. I donât entirely know how to put words to it? Theyâre being rebellious and doing stupid shit, sure, but it also seems like theyâre actually working through things a bit. Itâs not just screwing around for the sake of it. I dunno, they have âolder siblings that are starting to need more of their own spaceâ vibes.
#tmnt#tmnt 2012#*shakes post like a bag of treats* pspspspsps#Weâre still on pre âCup got sleepâ rambles#puppet tightly strung fic#I still do a double take at the suggested tags whenever I type that#Or- did I nap between these two I-#Fuck I canât tell
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Based on my post right here
Teets: *compliments my Yandere purple dragons x Donnie thing*
Me: ⌠*pulls out procreate* (what have I done?!?!)
I need to request a one shot for this-
Anyways, enjoy my maybe-good 3 day project :) )
More head cannons!
Jason tries to be by Donnieâs side at every waking moment. And I mean every. Waking. Moment. He even hugs Donnie whilst he sleeps⌠he is probably the most delusional of the trio, believing that Donnie will, in time, accept his new boyfriends and girlfriend with a smile.
Jeremy and Kendra acknowledge that Donnie will most likely never accept his new home, but they go about this in different ways. Kendra would constantly make new restraints (and kill Donnieâs family-) and Jeremy would try to be as kind and patient as possible. Iâd imagine Jeremy holding Donnie in his arms whilst Donnie is struggling, trying to escape his personal hellâŚ
Kendra would find the hidden city from the drone that follows Donnie everywhere. I imagine her to try and use mystics to prevent Donnie from leaving⌠hence the interesting cuff I gave donnie in this pieceâŚ
Also, Donnie better be able to handle lots of physical and mental affection, because he is about to be pampered heavily. I mean, that IS how they tricked him into believing they were just some online strangers when they were cyberstalking himâŚ
Oh, and speaking of cyberstalking, all of Donnieâs information and digital footprints are downloaded to their computers now. Hopefully he isnât too embarrassed to share itâŚ
Donnie seemed to have found himself in quite the situation. (Un)Luckily for him, a specific trio is determined to give him the affection and love he deservesâŚ
(Again, what have I done?!?! I feel like I butchered poor Jeremy a bit-
Well, I cannot submit this anonymously. Please enjoy it whilst I die of embarrassment in the corner.
You may be wondering why I made Donnie so terrified. Well, even his bad-boy image cannot hide the fear he is feeling. He is trapped in the enemy hands, completely stripped of anything that could possibly save him from this situationâŚ)
FAM. FAM. USUALLY.... I'd hate the concept of yandere villains trying to kidnap and kill of the mc's remaining family, But THIS?? I might just let it slide because DUDE YOUR HEADCANNONS ARE SO NICE!! <3 And how you drew them?? IMMACULATE. I'm honored that you're even showing this to me to begin with! I'm analyzing the little details in here AND IM LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND AHUSDJKNASMNda- The mystic restrainer?? DUDE I didn't even think of something like that! And how you designed and drew his restraints looks amazing! I'm so sorry for responding to this so late, but you don't understand how much I adore your concept and ideas for it! <33 My kendratello heart is SOARING at your ideas and I'm really grateful you wanted to show this to me! Please have a good day and thank you for this! Sending so many virtual hugs and love! <33
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What You Wish For: Chapter 18. Before the Dawn
It's taken three years to finally figure out this ending. Three years. Not out of a loss of muse or life getting too busy or forgetting about the story, no! But due to rewrite after rewrite after rewrite after rewrite! Ugh.
I warned you all in my first story, Iâm terrible at endings. But at last, I think Iâve finally managed to stumble into a proper finale for this angsty beast.
To those who are still reading, I appreciate you more than I can say. And I apologize for the wait. Just know you werenât forgotten, Iâve been working on this story the whole time. But I needed to find a resolution these poor brothers deserved that didnât feel forced or overly âneatâ (because nothing about grief is neat).
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The walls of the lair were eerily quiet. And there were a lot more shadows and random squeaks and squeals in the sewer at this hour. Perfect setting for a horror movie, Raph couldnât help but think as he wandered through the empty lair. He wasnât used to being awake so late. Normally when they got home from patrol heâd cool off with a quick work out, maybe a small snack, then put head to pillow and pass out immediately.
His routine had changed lately.
He had to do the rounds. Inform Splinter about events on patrol, check in on Mikey (heâd come home with a bad cold the other day and was taking full advantage of the pampering his illness allowed), and make sure Don actually slept for at least a few hours every night. All chores that had become his responsibility since Leo left three months ago to go on a mission with the Ancient One.
Three months without Leo.
It had been more of an adjustment than Raph expected. The first few days were no different than any of the other times heâd been away, and it was nice being the âresponsibleâ sibling for a change. Made Raph feel important. Needed. But by the end of the second week, responsibility had become a hefty burden. Almost too much. Like weight training; the first few lifts are easy, but as you keep going, it gets heavier and heavier. And the weight of Leoâs absence was one he didnât think he could carry for much longer.
Though, it wasnât just the chores. If Raph was being honest with himselfâonly here, in the confines of his mind where no one else could hearâhe would admit, he missed his brotherâs presence. Didnât miss getting bossed around or being coddled, but it was comforting having Leo nearby. On missions and at home. Having that sense of someone always being at your back was reassuring. Especially when it was someone like Leo who always seemed to have a solution for when things went wrong. Not to mention he was more entertaining to poke fun at than Mikey. And he certainly made for a good sparring partner.
Yeah, Raph liked having big brother around. Even if he was a pain in the ass.
He'd never say any of that out loud. But he would quietly think it the next time he saw their fearless leader.
Whenever that was.
Shaking the thought away, Raph continued on his rounds for the evening. He had one more chore for the night: make sure Donnie actually got some sleep. The egghead had been getting lost in another invention of his and ignoring his bed for several weeks. Raph had to force him to sleep for the past three days now. How Fearless ever dealt with this with any amount of patience was beyond him, but he channeled his best Leo impression and walked to Donâs door.
Low and behold, the tall turtle was still sitting at his desk.
Raph couldnât help a quick roll of his eyes as he entered. âDon, how many times I gotta tell yaââ He cut himself off as soon as he got close enough to hear the light snore whistling through the room. A grin split his lips as he rounded his brotherâs shell to see him passed out in his chair, arms pillowed under his head, a half-drained cup of coffee beside the keyboard, a pencil precariously balancing on his slack fingers, his purple mask half raised on his face so it only covered one eye, and a small trail of spit drooling down his chin. Probably fell asleep mid equation.
Raph shook his head. Why is it smart people never take their own advice; how many times had Don lectured them about the importance of sleep for both body and mind?
Taking a moment to snap a quick photo (for future blackmailing purposes of course) Raph debated whether it was worth waking the night owl to get him to a proper bed. Heâd probably just start working again, and Raph was too tired for an argument tonight.
Don coughed lightly, shifting his head on his arm as his brow furrowed in his sleep. Was he getting sick, too? All these late nights with nothing but coffee and pizza to sustain him, it wouldnât really be surprising. And itâs not like Mikey was careful about not spreading germs. Chancing a brush of his brotherâs forehead, Raph felt a definitive heat radiating under his hand.
âDammit, Donnie.â He mumbled to himself.
Deciding it was too risky to wake him, Raph stomped over to the bed and yanked the blanket away to drape it over Don in his chair. Guess he wasnât going to sleep much tonight, heâd be up checking on his idiot-genius brother every few hours. Maybe he should go get the thermometer to make sure the fever wasnâtâ
âLeoâŚâ Don was mumbling in his sleep. His frown suddenly deepened, his face twisting into a pained grimace before his eyes shot open and his body spiked upright quick as a lightning strike. âLEO!â
âWhoa, whoa, easy Don.â Raph calmed, waiting until his brotherâs eyes focused a little more before continuing. âYou alright?â
âYeahâŚâ Don puffed a few rapid breaths as his mind finished separating reality from specter. âJust a bad dream.â He took a final long exhale, releasing the rest of the fear from his eyes. Almost. There were still a few remnants that Raph could see.
ââBout Leo?â When Don looked at him with surprise he explained. âYou were talkinâ in your sleep.â He looked almost embarrassed, especially as he wiped the drool from his face, but Raph was still curious. âWhy are you havinâ nightmares about Leo? You know something I donât?â
âNo, no, itâs nothing like that.â Don waved off. âI just⌠you knowâŚâ At Raphâs curious cock of his brow, Don sighed. âItâs been a long time since heâs been away like this. Iâm not used to not having him around. My mind keeps concocting new ways that his mission could be going wrong and the terrible things that could be happening to him. I knowââ He cut Raph off before he could interject. ââitâs not likely. I know heâs probably fine. I guess⌠I guess I just miss him.â
Raph couldnât object to that. Though a few things were starting to add up now. âIs that why youâve been staying up and working on projects?â
Don nodded timidly. âItâs easier to ignore the irrational fears when Iâm focused on a project. And it has the added benefit of keeping me from sleep and therefore keeping me from dreaming. But I guess even my body has itâs limits when it comes to sleep deprivation.â He looked at his half-filled cup of coffee. âI must have fallen asleep while working onââ He paused, turning to eye Raph curiously. âWait⌠I know why Iâm up, but what are you doing awake? And in my room? Andâ?â He finally took note of the blanket around his shoulders that certainly hadnât been there when he fell asleep. A coy, affectionate, smile crawled across his lips as he turned to his brother. âWere you checking up on me?â
Raph folded his arms to hide the embarrassment of being caught being protective. âI was just making sure you and your bed were still on speaking terms.â
âWow. Thatâs⌠Thatâs soââ
âIf you say âsweetâ Iâm gonna put you to sleep the old fashioned way.â
Don chuckled lightly, raising a hand in surrender when his brother cracked his knuckles. âI was going to say thatâs very Leo of you.â
Huh. Raph wasnât sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. Before he had a chance to make up his mind, Don started coughing again. It was worse than when heâd been asleep, it sounded wet and heavy. âThatâs it Egg-Head, time for you to rest that big brain of yours.â
Don gave no protest, rubbing his temples as his eyes started to ache. âYeah, maybe youâre right.â
Raph waited for his brother to actually get in bed and under the covers. âIf I come back here in a few hours and find you at your desk againââ
Don raised his hand in surrender once more. âI know, I know. Iâll sleep, I promise.â
True to his word, when Raph returned ten minutes later to check in, he found Don fast asleep in his bed, no lights on or books nearby to indicate heâd tried to continue working. Good. Raph nodded his approval before heading for the kitchen. Staying up this late made him hungry.
Quietly as possibleâso as not to wake the endless food-pit that was his youngest brotherâhe heated up some leftover pizza and headed for the couch in the living room. If he was going to be up checking on Donnie in a few hours, may as well stay awake with a movie or something instead of trying to sleep. And wouldnât you know it, there was a Rocky marathon on TV. Perfect.
But it didnât take long before exhaustion set in. Despite his many demands that his eyes remain open, he passed out before the end of the first movie.
His senses slowly came back to him as his eyes opened before he told them to. How long had he been out? Groggy as he was, it took a minute to realize heâd been covered with a blanket and the television had been turned off. Who hadâ
A noise come from the med bay. Raph looked at the clock and sighed heavily. Don must be up and about again. How many times did he have to be told that four hours a night wasnât enough sleep?
Cursing aloud, Raph rubbed the lethargy from his eyes and forced himself to stand, sluggishly stomping toward the med bay. âDammit Don, I swear I will smother you with a pillow if you donât get your shell back inââ He stopped short as he entered the room and was greeted by a different sibling.
âYouâre up early.â
âLeo!?â His excitement caught him off guard and he wasnât able to catch the smile that split his lips. âWhen did you get home!?â
âAbout half an hour ago.â
âWell why didnât you say anyââ As he stepped closer, Raph noticed the needle and thread in his brotherâs hand. His arm was bleeding.
Leo was quick to reassure. âItâs just a scratch.â
But his words fell on deaf ears. âJust a scratchâ with Leo could mean anything from an actual scratch to a fatal stab wound. The blood was coming from the back of his left arm, right near the shoulder. Twist as he may, the older turtle was clearly having trouble reaching it. Raph huffed and walked over, grabbing the needle and thread and sitting on the stool behind his brother. âI got it.â
First making sure the cut wasnât actually life threatening, Raph cleaned it and began sewing small stitches as heâd seen Donnie do many a time. âSo whoâs the lucky SOB that actually managed to cut ya?â
âA giant lizard creature with a heavy battle axe and a real bad temper.â
Raph snorted a quick laugh. âYou get to have all the fun.â
Leo quirked a smile. âHow have things been here? The other two felt like they had fevers, are they sick?â
So big brother had already done the rounds and checked on everyone. That explained the blanket. âMikeâs on the mend, but I think Donâs caught it now. Heâs been workinâ himself too hard.â With only a hint of accusation, Raph added. âHe was worried about you. They both were.â From behind Raph couldnât see his brotherâs face, but the slight bow of his head meant the guilt was settling in. Good. He should feel bad. âYou could have called.â
âSorry.â Leo shrugged and reached behind his back to pull out his shell-cell, busted in at least three different places. âThe Ancient One is great at many things, but fixing cell phones isnât one of them.â He paused, glancing back at his brother over his shoulder. âSeems like you had everything under control though.â
âI donât think you can use the word âcontrolâ when Mikeyâs involved.â
âIâm serious. Iâm glad you were here. ItâsâŚâ He paused like he wasnât sure he wanted to finish his thought, and when he spoke again his voice was much more somber. âItâs comforting to know you can handle things if something ever happened to me.â
That halted Raph in his tracks, his hands pausing as his eyes snapped up to his brotherâs. âYou in some kinda trouble that I should know about?â
âNo.â
âThen what the shell is that kind of talk for?â It was putting Raph on edge and he didnât like it.
Leo shook his headâhumorously or in annoyance Raph couldnât tellâand waved his brother off. âJust had a lot of time to think lately. Thatâs all. I was trying to pay you a compliment.â
âWell you suck at it.â But there was something his brother wasnât saying, and Raph wasnât sure he wanted to know what. With two more quick stitches, he cut the thread and placed a bandage over the wound. âDone.â
âThanks.â Leo gave an experimental roll of his shoulder, testing the feel of it with stitches now in place. He gathered his weapons and headed for the door.
âHey.â Raph waited till his brotherâs shell was to him before speaking. âI got them.â Leo turned, eyeing Raph curiously as he continued. âNot that itâll ever be necessary because we all know youâre harder to kill than a cockroach on steroids, but if it ever didâI mean if something ever happenedâ" He paused awkwardly, rolling his eyes at himself and this whole ridiculous conversation. âI got them.â
There was a long moment of silence, like Leo wasnât sure how to reply, which only made Raph feel like more of an idiot. But his brother suddenly stretched his hand out expectantly, his eyes intensely serious. âPromise?â
Raph returned the look with one of his own, taking his brotherâs hand with a good firm grip. âYeah.â
And then Leo smiled and Raph had no idea why but it made him feel instantly proud of himself. How did he do that?
That was big brother for you.
A whine from down the hall snaked itâs way into the room, and both siblings easily recognized Mikeyâs voice crying out for Raph. The red-banded turtle shrugged his shoulders emphatically and began walking away. âHeâs your problem now, Fearless. Welcome home.â
Leo chuckled lightly. âNo place like it.â
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It's been a year now since we buried him. A year since he was placed in that peaceful spot by the trees. A year since that rock became the last marker of his life.
Feels like decades. Feels like yesterday.
Being that this is our first "vacation" up here without him, we're all a little wary as we step out of the truck. It's not as heavy as it was when we came up to burry him, or when we visited six months ago after my run-in with Hun. But it still feels wrong.
Everything feels wrong without him.
I'm doing my best nowadays to not cause trouble, so I wait by the trailer and see what the others do. Mikey doesn't even hesitate, bounding over to the grave, shouting something about "saying hello" and pulling Don along with him. Splinter and April only smile as they follow, and Case shoots me a knowing shrug as he walks along with them.
I tell my legs to follow, but they suddenly feel like led.
It's not a big deal, it's just a grave. Ain't no different than talking to his picture back in the dojo.
But I... I can't move toward it.
Maybe it's talking to him around other people. Or talking to that cold stone instead of a picture. Or maybe it's knowing that his body is here, six feet under, decomposing and covered in worms and dirt and--STOP. I'm gonna make myself hurl if I don't change the subject.
A long, heavy sigh escapes me as I stare at the ground a moment longer.
Just a grave.
I force my legs to move.
By the time I'm finally able to meander over, Mikey is already yammering on about the drive up and everything that's been happening since that nightmare of a night. He says something about me, but I don't quite catch it. My focus is drawn elsewhere. One look at that stone, at the name etched in it, and I can feel old instincts returning. Old instincts to run from the pain. From the guilt. From everything.
Breathe through it. Splinter says to breathe and ground myself by remembering what I have to stay for.
I glance around at my family in front of me, eyeing each of them in turn and trying not to be distracted by the sadness that's sprinkled into their demeanor.
Running didn't solve anything. I ain't going down that road again. I couldn't do that to my family again. My eyes clock the name onceâ
A chill runs down my spine as I freeze in place, staring at the watery puddle of red thatâs slowly crawling towards me.
Leoâs staring at his stomach. Thereâs blood dripping down his fingers.
âLeoâ!"
ââŚMâSorry.â
Suddenly I'm back on that roof, with the rain on my shell, the blood on my hands, and Leo's cold body laying still in my arms.
Panic rises with the instant intensity of an erupting volcano. My fingers curl into my palms and dig into my skin, my eyes snap shut--as if closing them will take away memory--and it's all I can do to hold my breath so I don't scream.
No. No, breathe. Sensei says breathe through it. Don't block it out, but don't let it take over. Just breathe.
"Raph?"
Damn. Mikey noticed. I open my eyes to see everyone staring at me with the same concern on their faces they've been suffocating me with all year. I'm glad they're here, I don't want to block them out like I did before, but damn what I wouldn't give to go a dayâjust one day!âwithout making them all look at me like that.
"You okay?" Mikey finally asks. "Was it something I said?"
"Just enjoying the fresh air." I breathe deep again, a little more dramatically to really sell my next quip. "Six hours in a windowless trailer with your B.O was making me dizzy."
That seems to abate their worry. When in doubt, insult Mikey. Works every time.
"Why don't I go make us some dinner?" Casey changes the subject abruptly. "I've been itchin' to use the barbecue out here, it makes the best hot dogs you ever ate!"
"No pizza?"
"There are other foods, Mikey." April adds with a twinge of a giggle.
The conversation drifts off as they all head back to the cabin, leaving only me and Don at the grave.
I cast a glance at my younger brother, watching closely as he kneels before the stone. Thereâs a somberness in his movements that goes beyond grief, stretching to something dangerously close to guilt. I should know.
"Leo..." He kneels down and looks at the stone, running his hand along the carved katakana.
He's still grieving. I mean, we all are, but Don most of all. He's been so busy worrying about everyone else--about me, mostly--I think he's forgotten to deal with his own pain.
Sounds like another brother I know.
"You okay?" He asks as he stands up, looking me over like he's trying to get a bead on where my head is at.
I fold my arms in front of me and meet his eyes with a stern look of my own. "Yeah. You?"
"Just tired from the trip." He's a terrible liar. "Are you coming inside?"
"Not yet."
He pauses, worry jumping into his features faster than a lightning strike. "You want some company? I don't mind staying out a bit longer."
"Nah." I try to sound as casual as I can. "You better go inside and make sure Case doesn't set the joint on fire." He remains still, flitting between looking at me and the grave, clearly unconvinced I'm as chill as I say. So I make eye contact and add emphatically, "I'm fine, Don. Just got a few things I want to say. Alone."
That was what he needed. "Okay." He's still reluctant, but he heads towards the house.
Shit, I should say--"Don," He stops far too quickly, like he was hoping for me to ask him to stay. I don't turn to look at him, but I make sure he can hear me. "I'm... I'm here for you too, you know. If you need to talk... or something... I'm here."
I can almost hear the smile that creeps across his face at my bumbling attempt to comfort, but before he walks away I hear a surprisingly sincere "thanks Raph" roll over his shoulder.
Well, I said something. No idea if he'll actually follow through, but I guess so long as he knows... that's enough, right?
I sigh heavily again.
Iâll check in with him later.
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âSlowly. Take it slowly. One step at a time.â
I breathe deep, tapping down the annoyance flaring in my chest as I focus on my slow and pitiful walk up the stairs. I know Donâs just worried Iâll push too hard and tear my stiches open, but heâs got to realize how condescending heâs being.
Not that Iâll say anything about it. I ainât got no right. Not after what I put him through. All of âem.
âYou sure you donât want someone to carry you? Caseyâd probably do it if you asked.â
I might have actually cracked a smile at that one if Mikeâs voice didnât sound so forcefully happy. Heâs afraid heâll say something thatâll make me run off again. Canât blame him.
My side burns as I make the third step, but my grimace isnât from the pain.
I hate this. Theyâre so worried about losing me, they donât see it anymore. Donât see my guilt. Donât see my shame. Too worried about keeping me healthy or making me smile.
And I donât deserve any of it.
I keep trying to tell them. For five days now Iâve spent every waking minute trying to work up the courage to tell âem the truth. Tell âem what really happened.
Tell âem why our brother is dead.
But I canât do it. The thought of Mikeyâs eyes filled with hurt and hatred, the memory of Don screaming at me in pained anger⌠I just canât do it. I canât hurt them anymore.
I canât lose them. They deserve to know butâ
âDee, heâs bleeding!â
I donât even get the chance to register Mikeâs words before Don is examining my side and stopping my march up the stairs.
âHe popped a stitch. See, I told you it was too soon to be moving! Itâs only been five days, you should be bed-ridden for at least another nine! Come on, letâs get you back inââ
âDonatello, calm.â
Sensei mercifully steps in.
âIt is only one stitch. Your brother will be more comfortableâand therefore more likely to restâin his own bed. It is not much farther.â
âButââ
âWeâre basically half way there, Dee. Itâd take just as long to go back.â
I wait as patiently as I can as the three talk, keeping my mouth shut on the matter. Iâd prefer my own bed, sure. But I ainât gonna kick up a fuss about it.
âFine. Justââ
âSlow. Heâs got it, Dee.â
I see Don shoot Mikey an annoyed glare, which makes him grin. A real grin.
Itâs almost like itâs possible for things to get back to normal around here.
By the time we finally make it up the stairs, Iâm already exhausted. Donnie was right, my body ainât ready for movement yet. I only make it a few more feet before I need to take a break and catch my breath. Don doesnât miss a beat.
âSee, heâs already tired. He shouldnât be up and moving yet!â
âDude, weâre like five feet from his room. I think he can make it five feet.â
They continue to squabble and Iâm losing patience by the second. But just as Iâm about to butt in, my eye catches sight of the door weâre stopped in front of. Perfectly made bed, books alphabetized and orderly, and the smell of incense drifting through the air.
Leoâs room. Exactly as he left it. They havenât touched a thingâŚ
âRaphael.â
Senseiâs gentle voice catches the attention of my brothers, and I assume they notice the room too because everyone is suddenly silent. Solemn. Still.
LeoâŚ
âCome on.â Don clears his throat as he touches my shell. âAlmost there.â
No one says another word.
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Alone in the grass at last, I take a moment to look at the sunset. It ain't no New York skyline, but it sure ain't ugly either. I suppose I can see the merit in watching a good sunset across the trees.
Leo always preferred sunrises, I think. He liked the fresh start of a new day.
I close my eyes and enjoy the fresh air around me, but it isnât long before my gaze is pulled back to that grave. To that name that Iâll probably never be able to say without a sharp twinge in my chest.
âLeo...â
I breathe out the pain like stretching a sore muscle and try again to settle myself. I shouldnât just stand here, theyâll worry.
âThereâs⌠thereâs some stuff I want to say. Stuff I⌠I probably shouldâve said when you wereâŚâ
The past tense pulls me up short. I hate talking about him like heâs gone. It makes it all too real.
But it is real. And I need to start accepting that.
Just gotta say it and get it over with. âLook⌠I just want you to know that⌠that I donât hate you. I could never. You pissed me off sometimesâa lot of the timeâbut itâs only because I hated that you never trusted me to take care of myself. I hated that you felt I wasnât enough on my own. And more than anything I hatedâŚâ I donât know who this is harder to admit to, him or me. âI hated that I could never be like you. I was never gonna be Senseiâs perfect student, or the ancient oneâs protĂŠgĂŠ, or even the guy that Mikey and Donnie look up to. It made me feel inadequate. Like I wasnât good enough. But it never meant that I hated you. I shouldnât haveâ"
âI donât need anything! I donât need your orders! I donât need your leadership! I DONâT NEED YOU!â
I shake my head and try to let the memory roll off my shell. This moment isnât about my guilt, I got the rest of my life to wrestle with that. This is about saying what I never did. About telling him the truth.
âI love you, Leo. You were⌠are⌠a good leader. And an even better brother. And IâŚâ Tears are stinging the edge of my eyes as an ache sits on my chest and makes it difficult to breathe. âI miss you. A lot. Iââ
âTell themâŚâ
No. No, we ainât doinâ this now! âLeoâ!â
ââŚMâSorry.â He whispers something haltingly with the last of his breath but Iâm panicking too much to really let it sink it.
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
âDonât youââ But his eyes close and his hand falls to the ground and I realize it wasnât his hand that was shaking, it was mine. The rain seems to freeze in itâs downpour as suddenly everything goes completely silent. Still.
Empty.
I feel the last of his breath escape through my hands on his stomach and the ache in my chest turns to intense pain. I close my eyes to it, focusing on calming the quake of my legs, but the memory floods my every sense without warrant.
A chill runs down my spine as I freeze in place, staring at the watery puddle of red thatâs slowly crawling towards me. For a minute, my vision blurs. Everything seems to shut down as I slowly look up, tracking the blood to itâs source.
Leoâs staring down at his hand by his stomach, eyes wide.
Thereâs blood dripping down his fingers.
It canât be⌠thereâs no way⌠âLeo?â
âLeonardo!â
Dammit! Breathe. Just breathe through it. Donât stop the pain but donât let it take over.
I give in to the shaking of my legs and fall to a knee, clenching my fists tighter and sucking in a deep gulp of air to steady myself. When I finally find any measure of control, I reach forward and touch the stone as reverently as I know how, my face intensely serious. I want him to know I mean this. âI know Iâm the one who caused this, but I ainât gonna be selfish anymore. I made you a promise, and I ainât gonna break it. Ever.â
The conversation bubbles to the surface, mercifully pushing aside all other memories for the moment. I cling to the reprieve as I swear my oath. âI got them. Mikey, Don, Sensei, all of them. I got them.â
And then Leo smiled and Raph had no idea why but it made him feel instantly proud of himself. How did he do that?
That was big brother for you.
The memory of his smile brings one to my face, albeit sad and full of regret. But it gives me the strength to speak again. To say something Iâm not sure I feel yet, but I want him to know. âThanks⌠for saving my ass back there. I owe you one.â
I choke on the last words and give in to the tears, letting myself grieve openly for the first time in a while. My hand stays on the grave, finding a small measure of connection to my brother that I cling to with fervor.
Damn, I miss him.
I wish he wasâ
âI wish you were here, Leo. I wish I hadnât run off that night. I wish Iâd seen the sniper or noticed the trap or stopped the bleeding. I wish you wereââ
âStill here...â
The voice floats around me, nothing but a whisper outside my peripheral. It always will be from now on. A piece of my brother thatâll always remain just out of sight. Out of reach.
But still there. Always.
I close my eyes and let his voice surround me, let his presenceâfaint as it isâcomfort the way only Leo knows how. The way only big brother can. He lends me his strength and I accept hungrily. Â
Then I square my shoulders, wipe my eyes of any trace of tears, and stand. Time to step up.
âThanks Fearless.â
The wind kicks up and blows leaves against my shoulder and I swear it feels like Leoâs signature shoulder-pat.
I smile.
I take one more long look at that name in the stone, let myself feel the weight of it on my shoulders, and then turn back to the house. Just in time too. Mikey comes boundinâ out the door shoutinâ something about turtle speed stereotypes that gets a humorous head shake from Don who emerges behind him.
Weâll be okay. For the first time in a year, Iâm positive weâre gonna be okay. Not the same. Not ever. But okay. And thatâs enough for me.
âRaph! Come ooooooooon!â
I sigh, hiding the smirk that tugs at my lips from hearing Mikey whine like a child. âKeep yer shell on, Iâm cominâ.â
I take a moment, looking at my family as they gather around the BBQ with smiles on their faces, and feel my oath etch itself into my very soul.
âRaph, donât⌠shut them out. Theyâll needâŚâ
I got them, Leo. I swear.
I got them.
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Previous < - > Epilogue 1
And at last, it is done. Holy cheeseballs.
This story has consumed me for years now. I donât think Iâve ever had this much trouble and this much excitement in equal measure while writing.
Technically thereâs still an epilogue (or two) of sorts to come, but theyâre more connected tangentially than a continuation of the story.
I hope this short ending was worth the wait (even if half of it was a random flashback). Let me know what you think.
End of Line.
-TRAaP
*Katakana is a type of lettering in Japanese. They have Hiragana, Katakana (used mainly for foreign words) and kanji. Leo's name, being foreign, would be written in Katakana like this:ăŹăŞăăŤă
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Helloooo :>
I saw your B&B dating headcanons and I was wondering if you could do hcâs for B&B Donnie? You totally donât have to if you donât want to though â¤ď¸
Thank youuu!
Omgggg yesss sorry I have been meaning to post a lot of hcs but I am too eepy
taging some people who might want to see this: @hypocriticaltypwriter @sweaterrat @doodle88
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
The Good
-Don would literally do ANYTHING for you
-New tire? Don't worry about it. Something fixed? Already on top of it. Need emergency cuddles? On his way.
-He's also exactly 6" 1' so that has some ups and downs. If you're taller, he'd still INSIST on big big spoon.
-Once you break his icy exterior, he will 100% committed to you!
-He'll give you lots of gifts and things; mostly adhering to your needs, but the thought is still there
-He'll even cook for you! He may not be very good at it, but he'll try. Just for you.
-He'll try and participate in any and all sports you seemed intrested in. He'll take time to learn and game would want to play
-If you have something you want to learn, he'll find out EVERYTHING about it and explain it to you in a way that you can understand
-This dude is SUPER trustworthy; he values nothing higher then his family, and you're apart of that. He'll protect you at any cost, including his own life
-Although he's not one for a lot of physical attention, he'll definitely ignore his own needs for yours. If you need hugs and kisses he'll be right there!
-He'll do a lot of stuff for you too! Like, take you out on dates under the cover of darkness, he'll take you out to nice, romantic places and constantly flood you with praise and appreciation! Because, in all honesty, you deserve itđ
The Bad
-Donnie is a really busy dude, so he might not have a lot of time for you :(
-He's really blunt and might not phrase things so well. (He sucks at English too-)
-Between being the group's ONLY tech support, he's also stuck being a babysitter to Raph and Mikey. So there's a lot of stress.
-More prone to act out or yell at you. He'll apologize and say he was wrong but he still yelled and it still kinda hurt.
-Bro blames himself for everything (he gets it from leo istg) and is always emotionally a mess.
-He also really isn't the empathetic type, who when it comes down to a moral or emotional problem; he'll choose the most logical option
-Donnie doesn't get out much (i don't know why he would ever need too) so he's somewhat for a hermit. So if you like taking long walks and stuff like that, he's gonna ask "Can we do that virtually?"
-also, HE CANNOT SOCIALIZE. Like, he just can't. He doesn't know to to speak, and just talking to people has him as a nervous wreck. That's also why he doesn't have a lot of friends
-He'll definitely try and talk to you ONLY online, he hates how he looks and would actually die if you asked to video call or look at a picture of him
-Again, not a lot of time, so he'll try and make it up to you with some "appreciation time."
The Ugly
-Donnie will, unfortunately, cyberstalk you. You're his new hyperfixation! He needs to find everything out about you! (Note; he doesn't entirely realize how creepy that actually is-)
-He'll track your IP address if you ask/post something anonymously
-He'll always try and watch you somehow, either via your internet browser or your camera, he'll always be watching (it's out of love tho!!)
-He'll also ask to get a lot of pictures of you, even if you don't want too. He'll make a huge collage of just pictures of you and have it hanging in his lab.
-Don will gaslight and manipulate you, but he doesn't realize he's doing it until someone points it out. He'll say things like "If you love me, you'll do this." and "You wouldn't do that to me, that'll break my heart!"
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â¤ď¸- A happy memory that makes them smile
"April."
"Mmhmm?"
"I'm not entirely sure what the point of this is. I don't really need new clothes? I'm perfectly fine with the ones I have now--"
"Yeahhhh, but what if they get dirty?" Mikey was pouncing onto his shoulders now, causing Saga to let out a muffled squawk under his breath. "It's all about gettin' fits that make you feel good! You deserve to have some stuff of your own, and not just hand-me-downs and dyed fabric 'n stuff."
"If you say so. I'm sure making clothes of your own isn't that hard. Raph's been meaning to teach me how to sew, I--"
"Don." April spun him around, looking him dead in the eyes--and uh oh. He knew that look. The patented O'Neil "you better listen to what I'm saying or I'll kick your ass from here to China" look. The look that made him feel uncomfortably like what he imagined a rabbit would feel if it turned from grazing only to see a hawk's talons glinting in its peripheral vision. It was a look that promised danger if he didn't heed the words well. Danger that was less severe than anything the Syndicate had subjected him to, but danger nevertheless.
"You're gonna have a nice night out on the town with us, and we're gonna get you some new clothes that you feel awesome in. Deal?"
"....ma'am yes ma'am."
"Good. Now c'mon, stop standing there like a museum diorama. Relax. This is meant to be a low-stress day, okay?"
***
Low-stress, his ass.
April had tugged him into a changing room, and Mikey had left him with a great big pile of things to try on, things that he thought Saga would look nice in, and the expectations had all been too much and the lights in the store had been too bright and every time he put something on his stupid brain tried to convince him that it wasn't good enough, that it didn't look right, that he was wasting his time because he didn't deserve nice things and--
--and he wanted to try on some of the dresses. Some of the frillier things in the store. But his brain was so, so afraid of how April and Mikey would react, if he allowed himself to be that vulnerable. To admit that maybe he wasn't all sharp edges and sandpaper skin and who knew what other defense mechanisms he'd put up over the years. Saga knew they'd be fine. He knew they wouldn't judge. He knew gender was but a stupid construct. So why did it feel so terrifying and like he shouldn't touch it, shouldn't even look at it--
And now he was hiding under a fucking clothing rack like a coward. Because he couldn't even having a night out with his younger brother and with his friend without causing a scene and acting out and--
"Donnie?"
He flinched, blinking the tears out of his vision just in the nick of time as first Mikey and then April slid under the rack with him. Shame rose up in him at the worried looks on their faces, white-hot and all-consuming. Great. Now he'd managed to make this whole day about him again, instead of just letting them help him like he'd so desperately wanted to do--
Jinx. Jinx. You ruin EVERYTHING. Ruined this too. Now they'll PUNISH you. Oooooh, what'll it be. Standing on broken glass? Locking you in a room for hours on end until you turn into a raving mess?
Shut up shut up shut up they're my FAMILY they'd never--
"Hey, hey. Shake your hands out instead, okay?" They hadn't even realized they were beginning to rap at their head with their knuckles until April moved their hands away, gently but firmly. "What's goin' on?"
A gulp of air. Another. Another. God, they wished they hadn't left Maias back at the lair. And then--
"I c....I can't do this, April. I can't--" They broke off, huddling into themselves and trembling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I'm ruining this, but I don't....I don't....I can't.....nothing looks right on me that I've tried on so far, and nothing feels right, nothing feels like me, I....I don't even know who I am anymore. And it's all so....I don't....I don't deserve clothes that are this nice. I'll ruin them. I'll ruin them or get them dirty or something because that's all I know how to do. I don't get to keep good things in my life, I....I'm sorry I'm ruining this, I'm--" Another choked off sob sounded from their throat as hands were gently placed over theirs, trying to anchor them, trying to keep them from drifting off like a ship cut loose from its mooring.
"Hey, hey. Look at me. You didn't ruin anything, okay? You do deserve nice things. Trust me. You deserve to have gaudy outfits and you deserve to take up space and you deserve to have what you want in life, mmkay? I promise. And that's an O'Neil promise, so you know it's good."
"And plus, I think we're startin' to find some stuff that fits! Purple and yellow are complementary colors, so they may be flashy but I think they'd work well!" Mikey was bouncing in place then, grinning widely, looking like a goddamn beam of sunlight even in the gloom.
"If this was too much, though, we can head home. No hard feelings either way, tough guy."
Oh. They were both looking at him. They probably expected a response. One shaky breath. In, out. A moment of consideration. And then--
"No. I....I don't want to go home. But this feels a little....overwhelming. I....there's something I want to try on, but I don't know if it's allowed."
"Try us."
Another deep breath. "I....some of the. The dresses. At the front. They're....I mean, I wouldn't really wear them out and about, but the fabric looked pleasing and....I. I'd like to try those on. I mean, I don't....I'm not lapsing into feeling feminine or anything, I just....I like them. They make me feel.....nice. When I look at them."
"It's okay. You don't have to explain. I think you'd rock a dress."
He looked towards April with a slight smile, then. "R-really?"
"Yeah! Here, let's get out from under here and....oh, man, how is this position not killing your joints--"
"Skill issue."
"Don, just because we had an emotional moment doesn't mean I'm above throat-punching you."
"Right. Sorry. Shutting up now."
"Now. Let's go get you some fits."
***
Okay. Okay. He still wasn't sure about this, and April and Mikey had been rather pointedly keeping him away from the mirrors so he couldn't see exactly how he looked--
"Just let me sneak one peek so I can see whether it's absolutely hideous or not--"
"Not talking like that, you won't."
"Aprillllll. Mikey, she is being mean to me. Do you see how she's being mean to me?"
"Oh, Doctor Delicate Touch can get meaner if he needs to."
"Ah ah ah, no need for that--" He shimmied the rest of the way into the fabric with April and Mikey's help, smoothing it against his skin slightly. "Can you please uncover my eyes now, Mikey."
"Not yet! We'll walk you to the mirror first!" Mikey chirped out, his hand at a distance to Saga's mouth that would have heavily tempted him to reach out and bite had it been virtually anyone else. As it was, he settled for an eye roll under the cover of his little brother's hand, meekly following along with the instructions. "Okay. Forward forward forward left left left ooooh right there right there! Perfecto! You ready, Don?"
Saga sighed, good-naturedly. "Alright. Fine. Let me see."
The hand moved away from his face, and lo and behold--
Oh.
Oh.
He....he didn't look silly. The dress fit against his frame nicely, and the fabric wasn't scratchy but was soft instead, and it swished when he moved and it sparkled and---
He. He looked good. He looked positively dashing. And this nice thing was....his. He was wearing it and he wasn't ruining it, he could get it, it was his to wear and nobody could judge him--
"Don? You good?"
Oh. They'd been standing there in stunned silence for a while, but now the grin was spreading across their face, wider than they'd grinned in more than a decade. Saga spun towards April and Mikey again, their hands flapping at their sides excitedly as they beamed. "I am more than good! This is amazing! Amazing, amazing, amazing! That's three amazings--"
"It's a yes to that one, then?" April was grinning somewhat knowingly, but they couldn't bring themselves to care as they hopped on the balls of their feet slightly.
"Yes! One hundred percent, a million times yes. I need to try more on! I need to try so many more clothes on. Mikey, here, bring the purple and yellow outfit here again, I think I want to try....oooooh, yes, the fabric texture on this one is exquisite, hand it over--"
Their face would hurt from smiling by the end of the day, but Saga couldn't bring themselves to care. They'd finally managed to secure something for themselves, for a change. Just them. Nobody else's. They'd allowed themselves to try on the frilly, sparkly things that they'd secretly always wanted, and said things hadn't looked ridiculous. And now, they had a little brother and a friend to share the experience with, the same little brother who would later squawk at them in mock offense when they stole a handful of his food court fries. Right before he flicked straw paper at them, and then attempted to chase Saga around to dump ice cubes down their new shirt while they squealed in barely-contained laughter.
And it felt good.
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hi! I was wondering if I could request a comfort fic? I had recently discovered I was being cheated on, and I really, really loved this person (we were together for two years). Iâm really pissed off about it and absolutely distraught. Is there anyway I could ask you to write a Donnie x Reader? Heâs a huge comfort character for me, hahaâ thank you so much :)
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authorâs note: im so sorry that happened anon, im no therapist but lemme just shout to the world that cheaters are the most despicable people EVER, truly sweet anon you deserve better, and i hope this Donnie fic will keep your spirits up <3
warnings: hmm fluff? and yeah more fluff, maybe one curse word?
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It wasnât everyday that Donnie thought of something he wasnât good at. But lately he noticed a reoccurring problem. He was more than good at math, science, technology, engineering, (all self-taught btw) and not to mention he had great qualities like being responsible, intelligent, and honest.. most of the time!
But seriously! It was becoming quite obvious that he couldnât carry a sentence when you were around. He was lacking in the social skills area, if you werenât asking him for the wifi password or a yes or no question, heâd have a hard time finding the words. His brain would short circuit like it was a literal machine and heâd have to give nonverbal cues or depend on his brothers to pick up his slack.
What frustrated him the most was he had practiced last time! Yes, he had a heads up on when you were coming next, and practiced for days on what you could possibly ask, and he made a spreadsheet for all the responses he would need. It seemed he had poorly guessed what you would talk about, because that day youâd had some issues with a boy to which fried up Deeâs brain completely. He wanted to just throw his brain in the trash like he would with any piece of tech that was destroyed beyond repair.
After you had left that day, he had rushed to his lab. He groaned tearing up his spreadsheet into little pieces and quickly throwing them all into the trash. There that was metaphorically his brain, ripped to shreds and thrown away. He slumped into his swivel chair, dramatically putting his head down, hiding his face from view, arms shielding himself in. You were so nice about it too. You never made him feel weird, or awkward. Youâd just smile warmly, like you knew he was trying his best. Which only made him try that much harder, which then led to him failing miserably. He huffed not seeing a clear solution in sight.
âKnock knock,â Mikey chirped from outside the lab. Donnie banged his head once on the table underneath him and then sat up. âIts open,â Mikey scampered in, âheyy Don, wanna do something?â Donnie swiveled in his chair to turn and face his younger brother. Giving him a questionable look so Mikey continued. âWell I was texting Y/n, and they wanna go to this Comic-Con thingyâ Donnieâs mouth dropped open. You were interested in that? He wondered if you were going to dress up? âYou donât remember? They were talking about it today but that guy had bailed or something,â Mikey shrugged because he hadnât really been listening all that much.
Classic Mikey, but Donnie couldnât believe he had zoned out for that part of the conversation! He wouldâve readily volunteered to go with you! But as soon as you had mentioned the other guy⌠well everyone knows, Donnie clammed up and stopped talking or thinking altogether! He sighed and Mikey looked at his brother, âwhatâs wrong Donnie? You donât wanna go??â Now Donnieâs eyebrows were raising, âMikey what are you talking about they texted you, not me.â He said that with little enthusiasm as he was more than a little jealous but understood why. You probably thought he had ignored you all dayâŚwell he kinda had.. unintentionally!
âBut I told them that I couldnât go and that you were already going!â Donnieâs eyes widened, âyou said what?!â Mikey re-explained, âI said âIâm not going but Donnie already has a ticket, Iâm sure you guys can go togetherâ and then I hit send.â Donnie blinked at his younger brother. âI have a ticket???â Mikey held up a ticket, ânow you do!â he was smiling wickedly at his older brother now and Donnie saw it all connect. Mikey was setting him up, on purpose. âBut, with them by myself?â Donnie started having self doubts. What if you had no fun with just him there? What if it became awkward? What if he couldnât say anything?! âDonnie you gotta relax,â Mikey took in a deep breath and then released, motioning his hands at his purple clad brother for him to follow suit. So Donnie did, and as he took deep breaths his fear cleared.
âFeel better?â Mikey smiled brightly, and Donnie smirked, âyeah okay thanks little brother Iâll do my best,â Mikey fist bumped the air, âAlright! Mission set-up is a go!â He was skipping all the way out of the lab. Donnieâs immediate thought was to start making another spreadsheet. But as he looked down at the trash can he knew that wasnât going to work. What he needed to do was text you. Which he found to be significantly easier to do than talk, it allowed him to get his thoughts out and rethink if need be.
âHey Y/n itâs Donatello, Mikey told me you were going to cc?â -Deeđž
âHey! Yes I am, would you like to go together?â -you â¨
âsounds good to me, sorry i hadnât really thought about asking when you were here..â -Deeđž
âNo worries, I know that sometimes ppl like to go and do their own thingâ -you â¨
âwell i think Iâd enjoy it more with your company :)â -Dee đž
At this message Donnie almost threw his phone across the lab. Instead he gently placed it on the table and took a lap. He couldnât look, it was so cheesy, but thatâs how he truly felt! AGH! He hoped you took it the right way, he hoped it wasnât weird, he hoped he hoped he hoped!
âaww! i feel the same way Donnie! I canât wait, weâre gonna have so much fun c:â -you â¨
âYes!â Donnie said aloud, spinning around and around in his chair as he read and reread your message. You were so cute. Your messages made him feel all funny inside. He stopped spinning and got serious, ready to message you back.
âi have marked my calendar! are you planning on cosplaying? or do you have certain places you were interested in checking out?â -Dee đž
âso thisâll be my first time! should I dress up?â -youâ¨
Donnie felt a little pressure. This was your first comic con and you were going with him?! It felt really special suddenly, even more special than his initial reaction. He wanted you to have the best time because in his humble opinion, comic con was a really fun time and it was one of the few places that a teenage mutant ninja turtle could go to and somehow fit in!
âwell since itâs your first time I recommend doing it all. Dressing up is part of the fun, do you have any characters in mind?â Dee đž
The two of you texted nonstop that night. Mikey had returned just before bed to check in and left the lab with a satisfied smile on his face. âTheyâre totally hitting it off!â He said to Leo who couldnât help a cheshire grin, âwhatâd I tell ya! they both like each other but are soooo shy it hurtsâ Leo had recruited Mikey on his master plan to get you and his twin brother actually talking. âSo whatâs next on the master plan??â Mikey said jumping up and down with excitement, âNowâ Leo said, âwe wait!â And he resumed reading his Jupiter Jim comic. âBoringggg!â Mikey booed, shoulders slumping. âOur work will pay off dear brother, donât you worry,â Leo said with so much confidence that Mikey knew it must be true.
[7 months later]
âOkay they may need more of a push,â Leo admitted. Mikey pulled on his bandana ends, âya think?!â
The comic con date had went smoothly. The two of you had a blast and Donnie kept the picture the both of you had taken on his bedside. You were definitely closer to Donnie and he to you, yet nothing progressed past the friendship. Donnie was just happy to be able to talk to you normally, that had been a big step to him. So he didnât want to push his luck any further. Every time the two of you were in the same room heâd be on cloud nine, though it wasnât exactly written on his face. So if he felt that way just by proximity, just imagine how he felt when you spoke to him. Over the moon, up into the stars and way high in the galaxy. Thatâs how he felt. It was a regular movie night at the lair, everyone present, April sat on the far end, then you, then Donnie, then Raph. All on the couch. While Mikey and Leo occupied bean bags on the floor.
Leo and Mikey had been whispering the entire Lou Jitsu movie. Donnie twitched with aggravation every time you looked down and noticed his two idiotic brothers who would not stop talking! For Galileoâs sake it was one of Mikeyâs favorites and Leo had freaking picked it out. Donnie wanted to yank at their bandanas but with you sitting right next to him, youâd definitely notice and he didnât want that. No heâd suffer through ten more movies like this one if he had to. Raph had the remote and paused, ârestroom break!â He announced with a surprising amount of dignity as he left the living room. Donnie looked over at you, and you turned facing him. He smiled and immediately looked away. Gosh you were so cute.
âHey, Y/nâ Leo said tapping on your knees with one of his fingers, âyes?â you said looking down at his twin. âCould you do me a favor?â Leo smiled charmingly and Donnieâs face twisted, rolling his eyes. âDepends..â you grinned back. Was this what flirting looked like? The thought came and went and slapped Donnie in the face. Where had that come from?! Was it because Leo was touching you and he never touched you before? Or was it because you had graced his brother with a smile? Or was it the combination of those things?? âCan you walk me to my room, I think Iâm done with the movieâ and that had Donnie glaring. It made no sense at all as to why you would do that and why Leo would even ask. He was up to something devious Donnie just knew it. âUh?â You looked over at April who was holding back a laugh, âwalk you to your room?â You questioned seeing just how ridiculous the request was. âYeah Iâve gotta show you something before ya head back up,â and as Leo talked he rose to his feet, seemingly serious about this whole ordeal. Not laughing and saying just kidding like Donnie had hoped.
âReally Leo?â Donnie gritted out. Leo looked over at his twin, âwhat?â He smiled smugly. âWhatâre you doing??â The purple clad turtle seethed. âJust trying to show my friend something,â Leo emphasized the word friend dramatically. âCâmonâ he reached out and grabbed your hand, half dragging you behind him. You were sputtering looking back to Donnie and that had him up on his feet. âLeo stop it.â He said and immediately his brother let go of your hand. âOh sorry, I got a little carried away huh?â He smiled but didnât look sorry at all. And when he leaned down towards your ear, and Donnie watched as you flushed, he had had enough!
He rushed forward, grabbing your hand and wordlessly pulled you out of the living room, into his lab and bolted the door shut. He hadnât let go of your hand the entire time, it really wasnât on his mind actually. What was, was Leo leaning down, getting wayyy too close and your reaction! It had him dropping your hand and he couldnât even turn to face you. Why had he just dragged you here? âDonnie?â you whispered cautiously. âDo you like him?â He might as well get it over with. Rip the bandaid off the wound. âWhat?!â You exclaimed and Donnie finally turned to face you. âDo you like Leo?â Each word being raised with his voice until he was shouting his brothers name. âNo!â You shouted back defensively, crossing your arms.
âSure looked like it,â he muttered. And you flushed embarrassed again, but it wasnât the feel-y good kind, it was the angry kind. âBelieve what you want Donatello, Iâm telling you no.â You huffed and tried to push past him to leave. He stood in your way. âMove Donnie!â You said exasperated until your hands shot out reaching for the bolt to unlock the door and he moved in front of it. Your hands landing on his plastron and he stiffened. You flushed again, âsorryâ you muttered knowing he didnât like to be touched but still being too angry to feel badly. He had done it to himself anyways.
âY/n,â Donnie started and then stopped. Hands going up and then falling back down. It was returning, he couldnât think of any words! He felt helpless and it was so overwhelming that it showed on his face. Your guard went down swiftly, âhey Iâm really sorry Donnie, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â
and that was what he had been trying to think of, been trying to say. He smiled weakly, âthatâs what I wanted to tell you.. but sometimes itâs hard to think of the right words,â he blew out a breath. âhappens to us all,â you reassured him. There you went, he thought to himself, making him feel ten times better, like he wasnât a complete failure. ââŚY/n, honestly I donât know what came over me, I guess I got jealous,â Donnie hung his head as he admitted his emotions. He felt more vulnerable now than he ever did without a battle shell. âJealous? Of Leo?â Your eyes widened at the idea. âDonnie!â You chided, and he felt sheepish, âhe was leaning over you and touching you and,â his hand went up flailing around as if that explained it all.
âDonnie, I donât like Leo,â he nodded, âyeah I know you said that,â he sighed, âI like you.â You said blushing furiously and Donnie sighed again not hearing you, âyeah I know,â his hand went up to his face, completely missing your previous statement. But as he looked into your eyes and saw you staring at him with blushing cheeks, he replayed the whole statement over. âWait,â he said as his brain exploded. âMe??â Donnie said softly. And you nodded. âYes you Othello Von Ryan,â and it was his turn for his skin to darken. âOh,â was the only word that would come out, and you giggled. He laughed too and quickly said, âI like you too!â finally finding the words. âIâd been hoping so,â and the smile you graced him with was beauty beyond compare. He swooned, and couldnât believe what was happening. It was like every secret longing that he had hoped for and kept stowed away in his heart was finally set free.
âY/n, I like you a lot,â he gushed unable to stop the flood of emotions. âDonnie youâre gonna turn me into a tomato!â You said hiding your face in your hands because you could just feel how hot your face felt. âI think you look absolutely adorable,â and the compliment only made you blush deeper! âDonnie!â And he laughed happily, slowly taking your hands away from your face and finding the courage to go even a step further. He placed a chaste kiss to your knuckles, âI mean it Y/n.â He spoke seriously with his handsome smile. âMe too,â you confirmed and the moment couldnât be anymore perfect.
âI KNEW IT!â Mikey called out from behind the lab door. âNo, I think I called it from the beginning,â Leoâs voice could be heard farther away. âDonât you guys act like I didnât tip you off to begin with!â April hollered for her credit.
Yes, moment totally perfect, and the two of you burst into laughter.
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*sigh* 2003 turtles shouldâve made a radio station
Did anyone see that one video of Raph and Mikey doing a podcast and answering questions? How neat would it be if they just⌠had a radio station??
Imagine, right, Mikey reads scary stories and he and Donnie are writing an episodic murder mystery story. Leo does mini-lessons in Japanese language and culture. Raph blasts absolutely banger music and gives updates on any new happenings New Yorkers should watch out for - ongoing gang wars, aliens on the loose, but also charity events outside of Oroku Sakiâs work because. Fuck Oroku Saki lol
Whenever they get into trouble and canât get to their radio station or are too busy fighting something, the few New Yorkers that listen to them worry, and as they worry, they talk, and so ironically anytime the station goes quiet, the awareness of it spreads. The turtles keep coming back to new listeners, and they make more stories, more little lessons, they share little censored bits of their life. Mikey does in-depth analysis of superhero comics and shows like Star Trek, and very often reminds his listeners to Be Fuckin Weird!!! Be you be fun be interesting, your interests and hobbies are so cool I promise you, your outfit is banger and your hair is stylish and you deserve to feel confident in yourselves!!
Donatello shares hacks to make putting together machines easier for yourself, especially encouraging women to not feel intimidated or ridiculed by men for never being taught stuff like car mechanics â once you know where to start and what things look like, itâs easy enough! He researches reliable resources both online and offline, and occasionally rambles about new breakthroughs and what they mean in the bigger scope of all things science.
Leo has little episodes about exploring the soul - learning to understand yourself, meditating on who you are and want to be, but also how to cope with dangerous or traumatizing situations (shoutout to the Ancient One). Lots of queer folk lightheartedly agree that they would come out to him without hesitance because he âwould be so so nice about it I bet.â
Raph starts setting up interviews, at first with the humans he knows - the kind Mrs. Morrison, talking about the horribly unfair housing policies making her life harder, the Professor, to humanize the homeless, but then he gets a little braver and starts interviewing nonhumans that live in the city â Leatherhead first, and then Sydney and the other people from the Underground City. A stray Utrom that settled down here and opted to stay when their peers left for home. Professor Honeycutt, when he visits - that interview sort of cements that heâs not making these people up, because, well. Everyone had seen and heard the fugitoid during the invasion. He interviews superheroes, both those that work during the day, and those that work during the night (and yes, he does interview the Turtle Titan). He invites the Battle Nexus Daimyo for a visit. But the interview most beloved by the listeners⌠is one Raphael conducts with his dad.
They never mention theyâre mutants, but I wonder how many people feel something click in their minds when Raph starts the interview by going âso. Just you and four kids, practically homeless, hiding in the shadows. How did you manage, those first few years when we were really little?â And they talk about being a single dad who was âbarely an adultâ (read: still learning himself how to be a mutant) and all the folks out there who maybe had to deal with having kids too early or at a time where they couldnât properly take care of them as much as they wanted to, they all lean in, because this man sounds like heâs about sixty now - surely heâll have some wise words of advice? And he does, Splinter talks about having to learn what kids are even like, never having had interacted with that many people in general before, he often had to guess at what was a serious ailment and what was simply a byproduct of childhood and later puberty, he talks about how visiting his few friends (the Ancient One, and the Daimyo) helped him remember that heâs not all alone to do this, he talks about how what worked for one of his sons didnât work for the other three and how a parent should always remain flexible and open minded and accepting of change, as change is natural to life and inevitable especially during the early years. And they talk and talk and I bet a bunch of New Yorkers go âwait a minute.. four guys that live on the streets with a dad they occasionally call a âmaster,â one of them constantly talks about machinery, they all speak fluent Japanese⌠could these possibly be the fucked up little guys that saved my ass that one time? Could this be the guy I punched that one time cuz I freaked out?â
Like. Just consider it okay. A turtle radio station.
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Could you do a Raph x reader thing where heâs crushing on the human and gets so frustrated with himself heâs just going OFF on a punching bag but she/ they are watching and he gets frazzled and theyâre all like whatâs wrong and heâs like you and they go :( and then he goes to fix it and then they start dating
Love At First Sight
RaphaelXfem!reader
A/N: Missed you guys!
Love at first sight was ridiculous. It was a myth and had no place in the real world for anybody, let alone him.
Then Y/N walked into Raphaelâs life.
It had been an accident on their part. They hadnât picked the best spot to meet with Vern and straighten out the details of the story the media and authority would be fed; the story that would give Vern the credit for their hard earned victory. The victory that Raph knew his brothers deserved credit for, heck, he wasnât ashamed to say that he wanted some credit too.
âCome on guys,â Vern scoffed, âDo you really think anybody is gonna believe that I managed to sneak up on the Shredder?â Raph gritted his teeth but said nothing. At least Vern acknowledged that this was a crappy attempt at an alibi.
âThey might believe it if you say that it was noisy on the rooftop, that the dispenser was making a lot of noise as it warmed up.â Her voice sounded out of nowhere as she sauntered out from behind one of the bridge supports. Where had she come from? Also sweet mother mary, she was beautifulâŚ
Raph double checked that his mouth was shut before he glanced at his brother who looked just as caught off guard as him. Vern though, he was pale.
âY/N!â Vernâs voice spiked to a pitch that had Mikey giggling. âI- What are you doing here?â
Y/N raised an eyebrow and grinned. âYouâre not as stealthy as you think Uncle Vern.â
Her gaze turned to them, landing first on Leo, then Donnie, and oh-so-briefly on Raph, before skipping over to Mikey. âThank you guys for saving the city.â
âYouâre welcome.â Thank you Leo for saying something, speaking wasnât really an option for Raph, not with how those E/C eyes had met his, even if it was only just for a moment. He had a hunch that those eyes were going to linger in his mind and his dreams for a long time. Hopefully sheâd be around for a while tooâŚWait what was he thinking?
âIâm Y/N,âShe said it with an authority that was unlike Leoâs commanding tone. It was the authority of somebody who knew exactly who they were and were comfortable in it. It was the alluring authority of a queen.
âNice to meet you!â Mikey spoke before any of them could. âIâm Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey, or babe.â Raph couldnât refrain from rolling his eyes. He loved his little brother but man, he could be an idiot sometimes. What line did he have that could flatter her?
Apparently not a single one. None of them did. Y/N slid smoothly into their lives, like a missing puzzle piece. One that was confusing in its shape. She had a response to every pickup line, every teasing joke, and every compliment that was a perfect balance of humble and confident. Raph wasnât sure if she was insane or brilliant half the time. He was veering towards the latter considering she was kind, strong, and confident, but he still wasnât sure. It didnât help that his heart beat faster at the very mention of her name, or that when she said his name, he melted.Â
It was infuriating.
Everyday he could feel himself slipping more and more into the love that had ignited when he first saw her, but there was no way he could move on it. It would ruin everything. Ruin the friendship, not only between her and Raph, but between her and his brothers. Y/N was a gift and not one that he wanted to deprive anybody of. Yet he wanted so badly to reach out and take her into his arms, hold her close, and kiss her, to press his lips against her, against the curve of her neck, and the gentle slope of her shoulders.Â
He was screwed.
Raph grunted as he slammed his fist into the bag, sending it swinging and felt the tension ease up in his shoulders. As the bag rocked back he planted his heel into it. A little bit more relief.Â
Then she walked into the dojo; right across his line of sight.
His breath stuttered, creating an ache in his chest as he noted the leggings that hugged her form and the crop top that left more skin than usual visible. Was she coming in here to work out? Dangit. The tension was back and if anything it was worse. Why did she have to work out here? Why did she have to be dangled in front of him, a joy he couldnât have?
âHey Raph.â She grinned at him but it ignited such a fury in him the only response that he could only grunt and try to focus on the punching bag in front of him. It was easier and maybe, even though she was in the room, it would provide some relief. Getting to be honest however, that would be a relief. To simply say the words. But he couldnât, could he?
He slammed his fist into the bag.
Why.
Slam!
Couldnât
Slam!
He
Slam!
Have
Slam!
Her?
The bag went flying, ripping off the hook holding it to the ceiling and crashing into the wall. Sand and stuffing scattered across the floor as he stood there, chest heaving wth the anger of what he couldnât have.
âRaph, whatâs wrong?â Y/N voice slipped into his head smooth and sweet in sharp contrast to the anger that swirled around his head. Her hand landed lightly on his shoulder as she came to stand beside him.
âYou.â The word shattered the air around him. Around them. What had he just said? Â Why had he said that? Why had he ruined the chance of anything between them? He couldnât look at her, just listen to how her breath caught, and feel her hand lift from his skin.
âYou donât mean that.â There was that authoritative tone in her voice. Confident and smooth. Sweet and strong. It always seemed to have some magic effect on him, soothing his rough edges and the stormy seas of his heart.
âI donât.â It came out a whisper. âYouâre not a problem.â Raph closed his eyes, tried to breathe deeply.Â
âSo tell me what the problem is.â
Raph begged the words to escape smoothly. âThe problem is me. Iâve loved you from the day I met you but I canât have you. There is no way that you could love me back.â Well there it was. That was all he could say, that was all he could do. It was over and done with. Sheâd leave and his life would be a little darker for it.
âYou are dense, arenât you?â Her tone held a laugh. âRaph Iâve been trying to show you that I love you for weeks now.â His eyes shot open, flying to meet hers. God, those eyes, bright and happy and honest. She was always honest, always. Sheâd never proven otherwise. And the way her hand came up to cup his cheek only proved her honesty again.
âI love you.â Raph said it softly and watched as a light sparked in her eyes.
âI love you too.â With those words their lips collided, cementing the fact that love at first sight was possible. Even for him.
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self care with the boys
Leo
Now Leo is all about serious self care
as much as he loves pampering and pampering *you*, it canât all be bubble baths and rainbows
no
he sets you to journalingÂ
Iâm talking shadow work and inner child healing
he writes prompts for you guys to do together and youâll sit and write for a hour or so
he buys you guys all kinds of cool stationary to make it as cool and pretty as possible
he takes it very seriously.
sometimes you guys will even share what youâve written if thatâs ok at that moment
guided meditations
sometimes heâll even guide you himself which is fun
heâs also into the classic stuff
he loves a good face mask and bubble bath together
but he wants you two to heal from the inside out
so it canât be solely surface level self care
Raph
so Raph is a tough guy
but even the toughest person needs a bit of self love
he would never let the others know it, but he actually really likes massages
scalp massages are his fave
but any will do
so sometimes you guys will make an evening of it
talk about your day and oil each other up and just go to town
talk about how next week will be better while you rub out those sore muscles
heâs also into yoga believe it or not
heâs got his warrior pose and downward facing dog downÂ
it centres him, makes him feel like heâs doing something good for his body
so some exercise, a nice healthy smoothie and a massage is like a dream night for him
Mikey
Mikey *is* the inner child, lets be honest
so sometimes he just needs some fun self care days
painting nails is one of his fave things to do
it makes him feel pretty and badass, as it should
Raph used to tease him for it but now heâs pretty sure Raph wants some nail polish too
thereâs also hugging therapy that he adores
any time he can be close to you, heâll take it
so some nights youâll both put on some background noise, find a cosy, safe place
and just cuddle it out
it makes him feel whole again
he also loves positive self talk
youâll both sit facing each other and say one good thing about yourself
then the other will go and youâll continue like that for a few minutes
just reminding yourselves that youâre good people and deserve good things
Donnie
Would you believe that Donnie is actually super into witchy things??
âMagic is just science that we donât understand yet!â
adores a good tarot reading and crystals
sometimes youâll find him on a bad or anxious day just lying down with a rose quartz balanced on his foreheadÂ
also very into meditating but canât do it for too long
heâs not as zen as Leo and intrusive thoughts are a bitch
reading is also a double edged sword for him
it calms him down and makes him feel better but sometimes...
he just gets sucked into a black hole of new info that sends him spiralling and then itâs 3 days later and heâs gone from reading animal farm to power class and corruption pdfâs that he found on scholarlyÂ
so normally he just sticks to auto biographys Â
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Love Unknown (Part 1)
My dearest, most patient Nonny (you know who you are). I give you; PART ONE of your request. I hate that youâve had to wait such a ridiculously long time for your request, so I thought Iâd go ahead and give you the first bit. I hope you enjoy! Also, you never specified if you wanted the Reader and Raph to be in a relationship already so I hope you donât mind that they are not in one at the moment.
Pairing: Raph x Reader
The Request (includes obvious warnings):Â its about angst, (spoiler), fight, blood and (spoiler again). ok, raph had a fight with reader so he say bad things to her, so he listens music (ZAYN & Sia - Dusk Till Dawn) because he was sad and crying but she could never hate raph, so after raph... (Iâm leaving this part out of the request so thereâs not so many spoilers)Â ....so he goes to reader and they make up. (possible trigger warning in tags that I took out of this request; may have to expand tags to see it)
A/N: I actually donât watch any of the TMNT seriesâ so I know nothing about Destructor X (Iâm assuming thatâs who you wanted as the villain. I had to look it up). So, I took the liberty of changing the villain to one I know a tiny, itty bitty bit more about. I sincerely apologize if this ruins it for you. Also, this is a first draft.
Disclaimer: I own no TMNT anything, nor do I know any NYC geography, song belongs to Zayn & Sia, and last - but not least - Nonny owns this lovely, specific request! Honestly, I could do SO MUCH with this and it was hard to choose how to go about it. Last thing, I promise: If anyone thinks of a better title, PLEASE SHARE IT cuz I am terrible at coming up with titles.
Word Count: 1189
Raph fell onto his bed with a loud huff, body trembling from the hours-long workout he just finished. Yet, he was still angry - at himself more so than you. The words he spouted at you in a jealous rage- He shook his head, barely hearing the music blasting through his overly-large headphones as he recalled you wrestling with Mikey. His hand hovered, prepared to rip his headphones off, when the song changed to one you must have added to his playlist. You always did silly things like that; instilling bits of yourself into the turtles lives. They all loved it.Â
Especially him.Â
Especially on the days when you werenât able to come visit.
Today had not been one of those days, but he had ruined it minutes into your visit.
His arm landed heavily next to him. Savoring the song, he closed his eyes. Unable to stop himself from falling for you even harder than he already had. A tear escaped, sliding down his cheek. Everything about the song reminded him of how he wished he could be with you. How he wanted to be there with you from dusk to dawn. How he wished to watch the sunrise with you. How he wished he had the right to touch you as the song implied.
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âSomethingâs wrong,â Donnie whispered to Leo, pointing to a large screened device as Raph walked into the dojo, ready for patrol. âHer phone suddenly disconnected and I canât pinpoint her on the GPS.â
Raph froze at his brotherâs words, stomach sinking. He had a gut feeling they were talking about you.Â
âHas she ever turned off her phone before?â Leo asked quietly, voice calm.
âNever,â Donnie emphatically shook his head, looking more worried by the second. âIâve explained to her that she has to make sure her phone never dies and she nevers turns it off. Otherwise, if something happensâŚâ He let the sentence hang.
âItâs possible (Y/n) forgot to charge her phone and-â
âThat wouldnât happen Leo!â Donnie whisper-shouted, shooting daggers at their brother. âSheâs more responsible than that.â
âI know, I know,â Leo raised his hands in surrender. âIâll go check her apartment and make sure everythingâs okay.â
âWhat about R-â
âDonât say anything until I get back,â Leo turned on his heel to find the very brother he was hoping to avoid, eyes widening slightly before forcing a neutral expression once more.
âWhere ya goinâ?â Raph asked, feigning nonchalance. Inside, he was raging, blood deafeningly pumped through his veins.
âJust getting some fresh air before we head out on patrol, is all,â he lied, making his way out of the dojo.
âI call bull,â Raph stated, eyes cold as he challenged their so-called leader, grabbing his brotherâs arm in a vice-like grip. âWhatâs going on,â he growled out.
âIt could be nothing, Raph. Calm-â
â(Y/n)âs phone is off,â Leo snapped his head in Donnieâs direction to find him marching their way. âLast I saw, she was headed East on Michigan Avenue.â
âWhen?â
âA couple of hours ago-â
âAnd you didnât think to wake me!?â Raph released Leo to shake some sense into Donnie. He may have been a genius, but he could be a real dunce sometimes. âWhat if somethinâ happened to her! Huh!? What then!?â
âI thought-â
âIt donât matter what ya thought, Donnie!â Raph roared, shoving his brother away, causing him to stumble to the ground.
Next thing Raph knew, he and his brothers were topside, rain beating down on them in torrents as they headed East on Michigan, but he didnât feel the cold. His only thoughts were of you; your scent, your hair, your laugh, that spark in your eye when you were up to something - or angry, now that he thought about it. Point was, if anything happened to you⌠he would never be able to forgive himself. Heck, he wasnât sure he would live. You were his sunshine on his darkest days, the one thing he looked forward to most was seeing your smiling face. Not that you knew this, especially after your fight earlier in the day.Â
One thing he knew for certain, on top of all that, was that he would never deserve you.
He was a monster. Something he proved all too well earlier that day and he wouldnât be at all surprised if you hated him for it. Even he knew that he blew up for no good reason.Â
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You were drenched, and not from the sprinkle of rain that hit you- how long ago was it now? You didnât know. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. The warm, thick liquid dripped down your temple from the last blow Karai had given you with the butt of her tanto blade. Eyes closed, you let out a groan, head pounding from the memory.
They had left you; the lowly Foot Clan soldiers and Karai, but you knew theyâd be back for more. Considering how silent you were about the turtles whereabouts, you basically guaranteed yourself a nice, long torture. Karai just had to go get her âtoolsâ, as she called them. Personally, you thought her fists, feet, and tantos were enough.Â
Opening your eyes, you sought a way to escape. Not that you had any luck so far ridding yourself of the deadly tight ropes tying you to the hard, metal chair you sat in. Still, the thought of escape had you squinting into the darkened room. The only light was when lightning struck in the sky, seeping through the windows close to the ceiling. There were a few open, allowing the booming thunder to roll easily to your ears and rain to drip down the walls. Stacks of boxes surrounded you. If they werenât too terribly heavy, you might be able to move a stack to create a makeshift staircase to the windows. You wriggled, but it only seemed to tightened the ropes at your wrists and ankles.
With a deep breath you thought of Raph. He was your best friend. If you were to die tonight you hoped he knew you didnât hate him. Knowing him, thatâs exactly what was running through his head. He was so passionate about everything he did. He felt everything so much more than you did, it seemed. Except for maybe one thing; your love for him. Nothing he ever did or said would ever turn your heart away from him. Granted, you did wonder what shot him off this time. He almost never took his anger out on you unless you did something dangerous; like try to follow him on patrol or go through dark alleys or- Well, the list went on. You did like pushing his buttons, but you liked how much he worried over you even more.Â
The small smile that crept onto your lips faded the moment Karai slammed open the door, making a grand entrance with a wheeled table covered in objects that reflected the bit of light that now lit the room, giving it an almost romantic glow. It was a small fight to stop the laugh that bubbled in your throat.
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Part 2
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Making paper ornaments with the Turtles:
2k12/Bayverse
"Fold the tab over like this," you instructed the boys, demonstrating on your paper star. You were happy to be there making ornaments with them, giving them a holiday they'd never really done in full before. This was their first experience with a real Christmas, and you wanted it to be memorable. So, you started with the tree.
"Fold it over this way?" asked Mikey as he went ahead and creased it, regardless.
Leo was concentrating in complete silence while he worked on his own paper star. Raph was getting frustrated that he couldn't seem to line the creases up right and that his star was the jankiest, and likewise, Mikey was feeling a bit competitive about it as his were not the best either.
You checked Mikey's work so far and gave him a thumbs up, "Just like that."
"This is impossible," Raph huffed, low-key comparing his star to everyone else's. His fingers perhaps weren't the most dextrous, but he tried anyway, which was all you could ask for. He leaned over and grumbled in annoyance when he saw Leo's star, which was neat and pretty as it was supposed to be. "Of course he's getting it."
Chuckling to yourself, you slid over to Raph and took a seat next to him on the floor. He was still going at the project, fueled by his need to compare to Leo's work, though threatened to drop it all together every time he messed it up. So impatient was he.
"Maybe paper crafts aren't your forte," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was turned partially away, his arms folded, and his eye darted to you upon feeling the touch. You thought for a second. If this was really something he didn't enjoy, you didn't want to force him. So you said, "You're free to go if you don't like it. You tried, that's enough."
He was seriously considering getting up and going back to his room, but then he looked around at his brothers, all having fun and for once, it seemed like Leo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. And he was rightâLeo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. His mind wasn't on battling or when the next move was going to be made by Shredder and his clan. He was trying to fold his star, he was seeing his brothers having a good time, and was having a good time himself. He softened watching them.
Raph hadn't noticed when your hand left his hard shoulder; he was lost in his own little world for a minute there, just taking all of this in. He settled down and picked the paper back up. "I'm gonna do it," he told you, trying once more at it. You smiled as he continued, but after folding something the wrong way, he looked back at you, sheepish. "I...think I forgot how."
"It's all in the technique, bro," Mikey chimed in from across the circle, already starting his third star. His work wasn't much to look at, but he was having funâthat's what mattered. They would still complete the tree. "Want me to show you how?" Mikey gave him a cheeky grin.
"No," replied Raph. He flashed his younger brother a narrow-eyed look, and Mikey waved it off, muttering for Raph to suit himself.
You showed Raph how to do it again, and finally, he had it. He went from acting too stoic go be doing such things to actually kind of having fun, participating in conversation and laughing along with everyone. Though cold outside and down below, the lair tonight was alight with smiles and playful banter and positive prospects. You couldn't have hoped for a better day.
"How're yours going, Leo?" you asked curiously.
Gaguing by his eyes remaining on his work rather than you, he was quite focused, and he answered, "I think I've got it." He finished the little blue star and handed it to you, admittedly a bit proud that his were better than even Donnie's. "Good, right?"
You stared at his neat, cleanly creased paper and then back at yours, noticing the crinkled points and occasional mistake. Leo really did pick up skills in good time.
"Yeah, actually," you answered, having expected to be the best at the activity.
"And what about yours, Raph?" questioned Leo. He cocked his brow.
Raph bristled, "Mind your own business!"
Splinter walked in and you jabbed at Leo's shoulder with your elbow. He quickly cut it out and rubbed the sore spot, taking up another piece of paper.
"I see you are all having fun," Splinter commented, hands behind back as be stood over the lot of you. After their rough week with almost every night occupied by some kind of trouble, this was a well-deserved break. He thanked you for being there to get their mind off things.
Mikey bounced up from his spot and shoved one of his paper stars in Splinter's face. "See, sensei?!
Splinter's ear twitched and he nudged his son's hand aside, a soft smile present on his face. "And Leonardo is making a...paper shuriken."
In a second, he threw the paper star at his Master, to which he caught between his hands, and Leo laughed. "Nice catch, sensei."
"Wait! A paper throwing star? That's way cooler than this stuff!" Mikey beamed as he tossed away one of his finished pieces. Splinter chuckled and ambled back to the dojo, not before sneaking a couple of pieces of paper under everybody's noses.
Donnie shot Mikey a dirty look and turned back to you with an apologetic smile, "You know him."
The calculative turtle went back to his own project, where he was carefully trying to line up each crease to the tee. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.
"A perfect thirty-five degree angle," he said as he did his last fold, accomplished. He cocked a brow at Leo, "Think you can get this close to perfection?"
"You're on," Leo answered with a smirk.
You checked on Mikey next, who was struggling on his yet again. You hated to see him behind everyone else, so you sat down at his side and said, "Need any help?"
"Nope," he responded. He was going at his paper with vivacity, and curious, you took a closer look. He'd strayed from the original star blueprint abd to some kind of wacky creation of abstract lines and weird angles. He'd even scribbled on it at some point with blue marker that you couldn't find even find now. He smiled in triumph and held it out for everyone to see. "I call this one a mutant star. See the mutagen oozing all over it?"
Donnie saw Mikey's odd creation and thought about how his brother was quite imaginative. Donnie could admire his more abstract approach to things; a quality Donnie oftentimes lacked. He was smart, but he had his pitfalls. "Let me try that," he said finally. He motioned for Mikey to hand him his piece.
"I know how to do it," Raph snickered as he crumbled up his half-finished star, throwing it at Donnie's head. It hit him square in the face. Donnie squeezed the paper in his hand hard, irked, and was about to fireball it back at his brother when something flew from the dojo and hit Raph right in the temple.
There Splinter was at the entrance of the dojo, holding a paper shuriken in his hand. He chuckled under his breath and slunk back into the room.
"As I was saying," Donnie cleared his throat, "I'm gonna try to make this...mutant star."
Mikey leaned in real close to Donnie's side, "You can try, but it'll never be the same..."
Brandishing both a bored look and his staff, he pushed Mikey away with it and went back to trying his hand at the new technique.
The entire project derailed from where it had started. But delightfully soâthe night went on and eventually, it was time to wrap it up.
The boys were still expected to do their nightly patrol, so it was time for you to go, yourself. You didn't live too far, but you were family, now, and they weren't going to let you wander home in the dark alone. As you gathered up your stuff, Leo approached you with that gentle smile.
"Thanks for the night, y/n," he said, glancing back at the rest of his brothers as they dispersed within the lair to go do their own things until it was time for patrol. "We...haven't really done anything like this before."
You pulled your bag over your shoulder. "I had a lot of fun," you replied warmly, noting the appreciation in Leo's voice. "See you later?" You slipped your shoes on.
"I'm going to escort you home this time. Just to make sure you get there alright." There was a pause, and he added with an awkward laugh, "Can't be too sure with all of these mutants roaming around these days, right?"
"Right. Thank you, Leo."
Before you left, the boys helped you assemble the small fake tree they'd found discarded outside, and when all of you were done putting in your contribution, you took a step back. It was wonderfully unique, paper stars and shuriken and amalgamate creations decorated the tree rather than tradition. The boys were going to make their first true Christmas their Christmas, and as all of you stood back and admired the work, everyone was content. Life with them was beautifully strange.
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