#No tcest in this but there will be in later parts

[red-vortex]

The Hours Between (part 1/6)

Prompt: “I’m fine”

Incarnation: TMNT (2007)

Pairing: Mikey/Raph

Rating: T for broken bones

Summary: Nightwatcher business is not without its risks. Raph comes home with a broken bone and lucky for him, Mikey is always there to help. (Set sometime before the events of the movie)

For the @badthingshappenbingo

Damn it.

He was stupid. So stupid.

Raph stumbled through the lair, pausing every minute or so to swallow back his harsh gulps of air. His legs felt wobbly, his steps shamefully lacking stealth. His left wrist, aching like crazy, was tucked tight beneath his other arm, as though the pressure could help with the pain that throbbed in time to his heartbeat.

It had taken him way too long to make his way back to his bike. And then way too long to swear a blue streak as he realized he couldn’t drive the damn thing with a maybe-sprained, probably-broken wrist.

Best he could do was drag the bike out of sight, hope no one messed with it until he had a chance to go back to get it, and then do his best to sneak back to the lair. Taking off the Nightwatcher gear one-handed was an experience. He’d had to shimmy his way out of most of it, grateful that no one was there to witness his graceless undressing.

Damn it. This one hurt.  

He’d suffered worse injuries, sure. Deep slashes, concussions, broken bones, gunshot wounds even. Injuries that he still felt, every so often, when he moved wrong or the air got too humid. He’d caught his share of bruises in the Nightwatcher getup, but it felt like so long since he’d nursed a real injury.

They didn’t spar anymore, the three of them. He didn’t even have the chance to revel in sore muscles from throwing too many kicks with his brothers.

Maybe he was getting old. He felt old. Tired and achy. Maybe his body, maybe his heart. He couldn’t tell these days.

The lair was quiet. Donnie had work in the morning. Mikey probably did too. Splinter’s favourite show didn’t start until 9am. No one saw Raph slipping over to the kitchen. And even if they did, what did it matter? They assumed he slept all night and day. Hell, if he was doing that, you’d think they’d give a crap. That he was depressed or anemic or whatever. He’d laugh about it if his wrist didn’t hurt so much.

He just needed ice. He could hide in his room until his wrist didn’t look bad anymore. What did it matter? If they weren’t concerned about his alleged sleeping habits before, they certainly weren’t going to start now.

Raph rummaged through the kitchen, grabbing a hand towel, fumbling through a pile of frozen-solid cake slices (wasn’t anybody eating these, why were there so many) and hoping to God there was a filled ice cube tray in there somewhere.

There was. He pulled it out, staring at the cubes, wondering about the quietest way to pry the cubes out and stack them in a hand towel and disappear in his room to sleep off the pain.

“Oh! Hey Raph!”

Raph yelped, sending the ice tray clattering to the ground. Shit. Well, that was one way.

Some ninja he was, letting Mikey of all people sneak up on him. “What the hell! What are you doing here?”

“Uh, I live here. Remember?” Mikey’s chuckle took the sting out of it. “Oh yeah, I guess it’s been a while since we’ve run into each other. You’ve probably forgotten me. Hi, I’m Michelangelo, I have a black belt in skateboarding. I enjoy pizza for breakfast and long walks on the beach.”

Raph sighed. Great, now a headache was threatening to overtake the throb in his wrist. “What are you doing up?”

It was… crap, what time was it? He thought it was still night out. The coveted ‘wee hours of the morning’. Was it morning already? Had it taken him that long to get back to the lair?

Mikey cracked a yawn. “I know, I know. 6am should be illegal. But duty calls! Cowabunga Carl’s got a gig in Jersey, so… early road trip, you know?”

“Hm.” Raph kicked at one of the wayward cubes. Now he had a wrist, a mess, and Mikey to deal with. He got down to one knee, felt it go click (hello, old injuries) and gathered a few cubes in one hand, tossing them back into the fallen tray. Mikey crouched down to help.

“Raph? You good bro?” He zeroed in on the way Raph held his arm, hand stiff and useless against his plastron. “You burn yourself or something? If you suck at cooking that much, I can make you something.”

He probably wasn’t kidding, and somehow that made Raph feel a hundred times worse. They’d barely said two words to each other in two weeks, yet he knew that if he asked, Mikey would put his heart and soul into making Raph a sandwich, or scrambled eggs, or even beef Wellington or whatever.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure you’re fine, but do you need help?”

“I said I’m fine, so no. Don’t you have to go scare some kids in Jersey?”

“Yeah, but I gave myself extra time to get ready, get lost a couple of times on the way over, stop at a drive-thru to get my zen back, and then find the place. I’m good. Are you, though?”

Raph sighed. He was too tired for anger, in too much pain to put up a front. And Mikey was right there, and damn it, he missed the little idiot.

“… Think I broke my wrist,” Raph said. He picked a spot on the floor that wasn’t covered in quietly melting ice cubes and sat down, carapace against the cabinet door. Yeah, he was lucky it was Mikey crouching there. Donnie and Splinter would have a million follow-up questions, and Leo would have…

… well Leo didn’t matter, because the jerk wasn’t even here to ask questions.

But Mikey, well. He preferred action to words. “Dude, that sucks. Can I help? You know what, stay there. I got this.”

So Raph stayed right there, tucking his knees to his plastron and resting his busted hand on top of them. Some Nightwatcher he was. And to think, Mikey was probably his biggest fan. It was almost worth telling him his secret identity, if only to see the excitement in his brother’s eyes.

Mikey returned triumphantly, a first aid kit in one hand and a stack of something in the other. Mikey was surprisingly good under real pressure, especially when it came to first aid.

And surprisingly efficient at cleaning, when he was motivated. A dish towel dropped to the floor, followed by Mikey’s foot, who used it to sweep away the water and leftover ice cubes. Good enough.

“All right, let me take a look at this. This is a job for Dr. Michelangelo, DDS!”

“DDS means dentist, doofus.” Snark was useful but could only do so much to mask pain. Mikey was gentle, but it still smarted something fierce as he worked to remove the guard wrapping from Raph’s wrist and cradled the hand between his own, taking a closer look at the bruises creeping up and down the swollen joint.

“Owie,” Mikey declared. Raph agreed. “How’d you do this, anyway?”

Yep, no avoiding that. Questions. “Openin’ a pickle jar.”

Mikey snorted. For a blissful moment, Raph thought he’d give up on questions, but no. He unzipped the first aid kit and rummaged while continuing to ask. “Nah, seriously, how’d you do this? This looks like you twisted it.”

Yeah, about that.

Raph hadn’t expected that encounter with the street gang to go sour. And technically it hadn’t. He’d beaten them just fine, and not one of those meathead jerks had put so much as a scratch on the Nightwatcher. Oh, they’d tried.

One punk came at him with a narrow pipe. He’d pulled out his sai, blocked the pipe, and twisted to disarm. But damn it, as much as Raph tried to train solo and keep up his skills, it was nothing compared to sparring with his brothers.

He used to be able to size up opponents and weapons in a heartbeat. He’d misjudged the weight of the pipe. He’d sent it packing, yeah, but the movement made his wrist snap in a way that made cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. Lucky for him, that was the last thug.

Disappear into the night. Stash bike. Hobble home.

Which left him here. Sitting on the floor, Mikey at his side, palpating a bruised-purple wrist, waiting for an answer.

“… Long story,” Raph muttered.

It seemed enough for now. Mikey turned his attention to his task, murmuring, “Oof, it’s pretty swollen.”

Raph liked the way his voice dropped to a low pitch when he was serious about something. Sometimes he forgot how competent Mikey could be. How good Mikey was at patching up his hurts. Donnie, for all his smarts and science, could get squeamish about injuries. Leo was too fussy. Splinter never really gave it away, but Raph had the sneaking suspicion he was disappointed whenever his sons came home with injuries. Especially Raph.

Mikey took his hand as though offering a handshake, nodding at the swollen joint. “Okay, squeeze my hand, tell me when it hurts.”

Raph found himself obeying, naturally, comforted by Mikey’s tending. How long had it been since he’d just… hung out with his brothers? Since they’d given him a hug or asked how he was doing without making a crack about him sleeping in until 3 in the afternoon?

Mikey’s hand was warm and he wanted to squeeze just to enjoy a bit of physical contact. But as he tried his damnedest to squeeze, his hand started to shake and the flare of pain forced a sad grunt past his lips.

“Okay, so probably broken,” Mikey tsked. He kept his hand loosely wrapped around his brother’s, moving the joint up and down and rotating slowly. Raph knew from experience what he was doing, testing the range of motion, and he let Mikey manipulate his wrist for a few moments. It hurt, but it wasn’t excruciating. He could sit through the pain if it meant enjoying the contact.

Satisfied with his examination, Mikey hummed a happy little noise and rested Raph’s palm against his own while he rummaged in the area of the first aid kit.

Raph sighed. He was tired. “So, am I gonna live?”

“Oh man, this is a terminal fracture. You better leave me all your stuff. The cool stuff, only. Donnie can have the junk.” Mikey held up a gel pack, popping a cartridge in the middle and giving it a little shake. “It’s not a bad break. Probably just a little crack. I’m gonna ice it a bit and then wrap it for you, ‘kay?”

Raph nodded. Mikey didn’t let go of his hand as he draped the instant ice pack on top of it. The numbness was kind of nice. “Did you bring a whole pile of these things?”

“Haha, yeah. My personal stash. Cowabunga Carl gets knocked around a lot. I don’t think the Foot Clan ever kicked me as much. Or bit me. Or barfed on me.”

Okay, that got a smile out of him. “You’re tougher than me. I couldn’t handle that.”

“Then there’s the moms.” Mikey shuddered, lifting the ice pack and adjusting it. “Some of them flirt.”

Raph shifted on the floor. His butt was starting to go numb, but this was nice. If he asked to move to the table, Mikey might let go of him.

Raph shut his eyes. It would be so easy, right now, to just tell him. That he was the Nightwatcher. That he wasn’t a bum, that he went outside every night because staying cooped up in the lair left him twitchy, anxious, and ready to scream into a pillow from being useless.

“Mike… can you keep a secret?”

“Would it shock you if I said yes?”

“So the thing is…”

Tell him. You’re the Nightwatcher. Tell him. You hurt yourself busting some bad guys. He’ll be happy. So happy. He’ll be proud of you and think you’re cool and might even hug you.

“I broke my wrist ‘cause I… I uh… went out on a roof to do some katas. Tried some flips, didn’t stick the landing. Guess my wrist didn’t like that.”

Crap. Coward.

Mikey nodded sagely. “Thought so. I knew you were hiding something. Hey, no judgment from me, we all fall over sometimes!”

“I miss being outside. At night.” He didn’t mean for it to sound so raw. He didn’t miss the way Mikey made a sad little hum of agreement. “I miss… all of it, you know?”

“So that’s why you’re always sleeping in? ‘Cause you’re out late exercising on the roof?”

“Yeah.” Raph squirmed as Mikey removed the ice pack, gave his numb wrist a few judicious pokes, and plucked a tensor wrap from the first aid kit. “Feels good to get out. It’s just… it’s embarrassing that I messed up a flip. So let’s keep that between us.”

“Turtle’s honour, bro.” A few loops later, and Mickey pinned the tensor in place. “How’s that? Not too tight?���

“It’s fine,” Raph said. Mikey was messing with something in the kit, rattled a bottle, and handed him two ibuprofens with an encouraging smile. Any other day, he would have put up a token protest, but he took the meds without fuss.

“All right then, Dr. Michelangelo, DDS predicts you’ll be right as rain in no time!” Mikey leapt to his feet with an energy that Raph absolutely did not feel, pouring water in the nearest clean mug and handing it down. Raph didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d already dry-swallowed the pills, and sipped delicately.

“Hey, Raph?”

“Hm?”

“When you go out at night, do you uh… y’know.”

Raph swallowed. Thank God for the mug of water because now his throat felt dry. Had he maybe not fooled Mikey? “Do I what?”

“You know, the Nightwatcher!” Mikey sounded positively giddy. It did nothing for Raph’s nerves, until Mikey finished his thought. “Do you ever see him? Do you ever go looking for him? Because I would!”

Dear, sweet, innocent Mikey.

“Haven’t yet,” Raph muttered, staring at the mug. “You like him, huh?”

“Oh man!” Mikey crouched down to pack up the first aid kit, swooning with his entire being. “He’s so badass. Did anyone ever think that about us when we used to do this sort of thing? That we were badass? Ah, I’m with you, I miss it. If I didn’t have work I’d probably be up on the roof too. Maybe when Leo comes back…”

“Tell you what,” Raph interjected. Better to squash any thoughts of Leo and coming back while he could. “If I ever run into the Nightwatcher while throwing backflips on roofs, I’ll get his autograph for you.”

Mikey squealed, thrusting out a hand. Raph took it and let his brother effortlessly haul him to his feet. “This is why you’re my favourite brother!”

Tonight, anyway. Raph wasn’t anyone’s favourite anything, but he’d take what he could get.  “Thanks. And remember… don’t tell Donnie and Sensei I busted my wrist, okay? I feel stupid enough as it is.”

Mikey nodded conspiratorially, and Raph was certain he would never more closely guard a secret in his life. “Count on me. Here, take the packs and try to keep it iced. You’ll be back to punching me in the arm in no time.”

He pressed five ice packs into Raph’s good arm, gave it a thought, then took one back.

“… Might need one after the gig today. All right, duty calls! Catch ya later!”

Mikey grinned big and wide and whirled away. Yeah. Way too much energy for this time of morning.

“Hey… Mikey?” Raph called out. Mikey, already halfway out the exit, spun in place. Raph waved his tensor-wrapped hand at him. “… Thanks.”

Mikey’s answering smile was the very definition of sunshine. “I got you, bro! You know I always got your stupid butt.”

Cradling his wrist, now down to a dull ache, Raph hobbled to his room. He bolted the door and crawled into bed. Either the ibuprofens were kicking in or he was too tired to worry about pain, spiralling into sleep with thoughts of Mikey’s smile. With everything else happening, it was nice to know someone still had his stupid butt.  

[citruswriter]

Body Shots

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Warnings: Tcest (you have been warned!), dead dove do not eat, polyamory, Reader is AFAB, fem terms, a brief April x Reader moment, voyeurism, exhibitionism, alcoholplay? alcoholplay, slight degradation, nipple play, choking, no cloaca stuff, sadism (if you squint).

A/N: This fic is brought to you by Red's server and their begging for me to write this fic as soon as I mentioned it.

Lights flashed as you danced your way through the crowd. The alcohol in your system had given you a light buzz, enough to get you tipsy but not enough to get you drunk. You finally reached the makeshift bar that Leo had set up for the house party and eagerly took a seat, ready to get off your wobbly legs. "Hey tiny. Need anything?" Leo's voice came, cutting through the music and straight into your ears. You turned your chair to face him with a playful glare. "First of all, I'm not tiny, you're just huge!" You snipped at him, causing the giant slider turtle to laugh at your exasperation. "Second of all, yes I do need something. Something fruity." Was all you said with a wave of your hand, silently giving Leo permission to make you whatever the fuck he wanted as long as it tasted fruity.

Seconds later Leo approached you once more, cocktail in hand. You reached up to grab it but Leo kept it just out of reach. "What do we say, pretty girl?" He taunted and you huffed. "Give me!" You demanded, sitting on the stool with your knees so you could reach higher. Leo laughed softly and shook his head, leaning in so he was in your face, noses only an inch apart. "Try again, amor". He purred and you felt your face heat up. "P-Please?" You ask, holding your hand out and Leo smirked down at you, handing you your drink. "Good girl. See that wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased and you groaned, settling back into your chair properly. "I hate you". You hissed but Leo could see the grin you were fighting. "Bitch please. You love me". He said smugly and you chuckled, making a hand motion as if to say "yea I guess you're right".

You bring the glass to your lips, sampling a taste of your mystery cocktail. Leo watched you with a smug smirk as he saw you brighten at the taste, licking the corners of your mouth, and smacking your lips. "Wow this is really good, Leo". You praised and Leo gave a dramatic bow. "Only the finest for the lady". He said and the two for you giggled together. You continued to sip at your drink, enjoying the taste of pomegranate and orange dancing on your tongue. You closed your eyes and let the dizzying feeling of the alcohol wash over you.

"Just a green tea shot, Leo". Said another voice, causing your eyes to crack open and peer at your new bar mate. Michelangelo Hamato. The turtle terrapin in orange. "Hey Mikey". You spoke up, smile beginning to grace your features. Mikey looked over, smiling back as he moved his locs out of his face. "Hey angel". He said back and you couldn't help but giggle as your face heated up from the nickname. Leo slid Mikey's green tea shot over and Mikey leaned over the bar to give the slider a thank you kiss. Your eyes darted between the two of them as Leo leaned in to deepen the kiss more and soon the two of them were French kissing in front of you. Leo parted first, needing to tend to some other yokai that had approached the bar. Mikey hummed but his eyes soon found yours again. "Just casually watching my mate and I make out in front of you?" He asked, tone teasing. You smiled softly and sipped your drink once more. "What can I say. I'm a bit of a voyeur". You said with a shrug, tone mischievous. Mikey chuckled, taking his shot and leaning forward to be able to hear you better. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting". He purred out and you couldn't help but swallow thickly as he got into your personal space. "Maybe I am". You breathed back, tongue darting out to nervously lick your lips.

A cheer broke the tension and you and Mikey turned to see the yokai that had pulled Leo away pouring alcohol on each other and drinking. You tilted your head in confusion. "What are you guys doing?" You called and one of the yokai, a bunny, perked up at the sound of your voice. "Body shots! Come do them with us!" He shouted and you slid out of your chair, making your way to them as they began to explain body shots and how to do them. Mikey stood next to you, and you were suddenly aware of his body heat radiating off of him. "Shit let's do it". Mikey said, turning to you and holding up his green tea shot. The yokai around you cheered and you stared up at Mikey, cheeks heating up once more that night. You smirk, trying not to appear flustered and shrugged your shoulders. "Sure. Where you want your alcohol?" You asked, expecting him to say something like your belly button. Instead the box turtle grinned at you and glanced down to your breasts, which were very much perky thanks to your push up bra.

Taking a shaky breath, you steeled your nerves and brushed your hair back, and presented your chest to him. Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt to fake confidence. You gathered your breasts in your arms to help create more of a "cup" with your cleavage. Mikey poured the liquid onto your chest and let it collect in your cleavage. You gasped as the cold liquid collided with you heated flesh, but you barely had a moment to process anything beyond that as Mikey dipped his head down to drink the shot from your breasts. His lips sucked the liquid from your chest and you had to steady yourself, lest your breath give away just how much this was turning you on. You felt a drop or two of the liquid slip in between your breasts, drawing a soft groan from you. "Goddammit Mikey. Some of the liquid slipped and now my body's gonna be all sticky". You whined and Mikey looked up at you. "My bad, let me clean that up for you". He rumbled softly, hands going to grope at your chest. You squeaked out as you felt his tongue slide between your breasts and down to the flesh that was still hidden by your dress. His hands gripped your chest and you squirmed in his grip, trying your damnedest not to moan.

Not that it mattered, the other yokai had already wandered off again, too drunk to stay in one place for long. "M-Mikey! F-Fucking hell". Was all you could groan out as Mikey detached his face from your chest, chuckling darkly at your reaction. "Sorry, darling. Did I fluster you?" He teased and you swore you could smack him with how smug he looked. "Not at all". You said as evenly as you could. Mikey let out a few clicks, a noise that seemed to vibrate his plastron as he leaned in. "You're lying". He growled out, making your whole body shudder. "There's no point in lying to me when I can smell you". He taunted, a finger reaching up to slip under a bra strap. He fiddled with it before pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin. You jumped slightly, eyes still on his as he seemed to draw closer into your space. Fingers trailed up your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch. "Brother," another voice came and your head snapped to Leo, "You know better than to hog new playthings". He scolded softly and Mikey grinned wickedly.

"Like you have any room talking". Mikey shot back playfully, fingers reaching up and under your dress to rub at your clothed core. You gasped out, hands shooting up to grip his arm. "April won't be happy". Leo tried to reason, but his eyes glanced down to where Mikey's hand had disappeared under your dress. "But I can't help it". Mikey purred, eyes drinking in your expressions. You whined softly, eyes darting around nervously. "Relax pretty girl". Mikey cooed softly as he removed his hand briefly. You let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived as his hand dived into your panties, a finger sinking into your sopping wet cunt. "Fuck Leo. You should feel how wet she is". He said, casting him a taunting gaze. Leo swallowed thickly. "You must really want April to punish you. And you know how Donnie always joins in when she punishes one of us". Leo said with a shake of his head but a grin graced his face none the less.

Mikey hummed softly and he gazed down at you, soft keening moans being pulled from your pretty throat as his finger seemed to hit all sorts of pleasure spots inside your walls. Your eyes pricked with tears as pleasure rolled throughout your body and you tried your damnedest to keep yourself from being loud. You cried out as Mikey hit your g-spot, earning you a smack to your thigh with Mikey's spare hand. "Quiet, slut". He growled. "Leo, my love. Can you do me a favor and get me another shot?" Mikey asked, causing Leo to snap out of his growingly horny haze. Leo quickly nodded, getting to work on making Mikey another green tea shot before sliding it over. Mikey jerked Leo forward by his collar, smashing his lips to Leo's and puppy licking the roof of his mate's mouth. "Good boy". He purred out, causing Leo to whine softly. Your eyes hazily drift from Mikey to Leo then back to Mikey, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you wondered what Mikey's lips would feel on yours.

Mikey noticed your drifting eyes and pulled his fingers out, causing you to whine at the loss. "So needy". He teased, taking the shot and pouring it onto your chest. You gasped cold liquid met hot flesh once more. You quickly drew your arms up to create a cup with your cleavage like you had before but you could already feel a few drops slipping onto your stomach. Mikey wasted no time pressing his mouth to your breasts, slurping the liquid up before, diving between your valley with his tongue. You squeaked as he full on just pulled a titty out the top of your dress and began to suck on a nipple. "Mikey! Mikey there are people!" You hissed out in panic, cursing as your body reacted to his touch despite your say so, spine arching into his touch. Mikey grumbled and pulled away, stuffing your breast back into your dress. "Please. Most of these people are too drunk to realize what's going on". He murmured, tongue licking up your chest and neck. "April is gonna punish the fuck outta you for this". Leo grumbled, thumbs typing away on his phone screen.

"There's no way you're snitching on me". Mikey gasped in fake offense and Leo smirked up at the orange banded terrapin. They bickered playfully while your world span around you, body buzzing from Mikey's touch and the alcohol. "Well since I'm already in trouble, might as well finalize my funeral". You heard Mikey's voice, his hands grabbing you by the back of your thighs and bringing him into your lap. You shook as he firmly gripped your thighs and made you grind down on his hard on. You whined out once more and pawed at his waistband, too drunk off his essence to care about the others around you. Mikey shot a smirk towards Leo, as if to taunt the man. Leo growled and went to text April once more. "If you're gonna tease me like this, least you can do is finish the job Michaelangelo". You purred, relishing in the way his body shuddered when you said his full name. "Voyeur and an exhibitionist? Pinch me, I must be dreaming". Mikey said in a teasing tone as he undid his belt to pull his cock out.

You did your best to keep silent as you slid down on his length, taking deep breaths as you adjusted to feeling so damn full. "Tch. You say that as if I'm not either of those things". Leo said, tone slightly salty. "Sounds like somebody's jealous". You sing song out, tilting your head back to smirk at him. Leo growled lowly. "Careful, sweetheart. Might just use you to let out all my frustrations. Being a bartender is hard work". Your breathy laughter turned into moaning as Mikey began to pump into your core. "P-Promise?" You stutter out, batting your eyelashes at him. Leo ran his tongue over his canines. "If I wasn't behind the counter, I'd be fucking that pretty throat of yours right now". He mused, feeling his previous saltiness give way to the utter urge to devour you. You shuddered at his words, keening as Mikey gripped your hips and angled them to reach deeper into you. Leo made his way from behind the bar to by your side as casually as possible. "Sluts. Both of you are". Leo chided before wrapping a hand around your throat and crashing his mouth against yours. You moaned into Leo's mouth, a noise he gladly ate up. With Leo's mouth over yours, you allowed some slightly louder noises to slip out, the noises muffled by Leo's own hungry mouth.

"As if you are any better". Mikey rumbled, groaning lowly as you clenched around him. Leo pulled his mouth away from yours, relishing in the fucked out look you have him with bruised lips. "Yeah you're right. But you're also, just as bad. Really? Fucking our long time friend?" Leo taunted and Mikey huffed a laugh. "Says the one making out with her". Mikey shot back and Leo couldn't help but chuckle. "Can't help myself when she's just so good". He breathed, pushing his thumb into your mouth. Mikey watched as you instantly wrapped your lips around it, sucking and staring up at Leo through your lashes. Mikey brought a hand to your clit, rubbing at your pearl and smiling gleefully as your hips jerked and you let your head drop back to cry out. Leo growled softly, glancing over his shoulder to see a few individuals eyeing the bar curiously. Luckily, thanks to his and Mikey's shells, they really couldn't see anything.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. M close. Close Mikey". You slurred out, the knot in your gut so close to snapping. Leo leaned in to take advantage of your exposed neck, licking and biting at the flesh, causing you to wrap a hand around his neck and gasp out. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. "You wanna cum, pretty girl?" Mikey cooed out and you nodded frantically. "I don't know, Leo. Should we let her cum?" Mikey asked and your eyes snapped to Leo's. "I don't know". He drawled out and you whined. "Maybe if she begs for it". Leo said with a smirk and if you weren't already on cloud nine with Mikey's dick in your pussy, you would have strangled him right then and there. "Please Leo?" You whined out, causing the two men to exchange a smirk. "Please, please, please. Let me cum. Please, I need it so bad. Needa cum on your brother's cock so badly". Tears began streaking down your cheeks and you watched as Leo's pupils dilated at the sight. "Please? Promise I'll do whatever you want to me after. Pretty please?" Your voice was high pitched and breathy as you just barely managed to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge.

Leo let out a "fuck" and nodded, cradling the back of your head as Mikey sped up. "Yeah you can cum, pretty thing. Such a good girl". He purred out, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at your flesh. You smacked a hand over your mouth, moaning as you finally came, pleasure coursing through your veins. Mikey moaned as he fucked you through your orgasm, spilling his seed into you not too long after your own orgasm. Leo watched as the two of you climbed down from your orgasms before gently grabbing your waist and helping you off. Mikey stuffed his cock back into his pants before leaning back into the chair and taking a deep breath. Leo leaned you up against the bar, a hand dipping down to fix your panties, but not before he plunged a finger straight into your core. You whined out, legs shaking at the feeling of Leo's finger pushing Mikey's cum into you as much as possible. You almost whined again when Leo's finger finally left you, briefly lingering to finish its original task of fixing your panties before stepping back.

"Water anybody?" Leo asked and both you and Mikey nodded. A few minutes later and you were sitting on a stool next to Mikey with an empty water bottle. "So..." A voice came, and you hummed softly in delight as you felt soft fingers trail down your neck. You tilted your head back into the person behind you, cracking your eyes open to see the one and only April. "I hear we're hogging new playthings". Her tone was low, dangerous and your body shuddered as you gazed up at her. She noticed and couldn't help but grin down at you. "And despite you snitching, I very clearly saw you joining in on the fun Leonardo". Another voice came. Deeper. Donatello. You saw him slide behind the bar to grip at his twin's waist and Leo gave a guilty smile. "Looks like two boys are about to be in a lot of trouble". A third voice and this time Raph came into view, towering over his orange brother, who sank into his chair with a nervous giggle. "Don't worry, sweet thing, you're not in trouble". April's voice washed over your ears once more and you hummed as she drew patterns up your throat with her finger tips, whining softly when she pressed them into a bruise Leo had left on your neck.

"Time to shut the party down?" Casey's voice spoke up and you watched as April gazed down with a smirk, pressing down on the bruise once more to make you whine and squirm once more. "Shut the party down".

Rahhhhhh! I finally finished this! Ngl I have so many fic ideas bouncing around in my noggin. Sorry if this is bad, not the best at writing spicey things. Much to my dismay. 😭

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[tervaneula]

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A list of my ROTTMNT related fics under the cut. Most of them are illustrated! 💜

General [9/?]

help me believe (that i'm your brother) (G)

The road to recovery has been long but finally, the brothers are well enough to introduce Future Boy to one of the most comforting of habits - the turtle pile. Unfortunately, Casey has some doubts about his place in their family.

please don't be a hero (again) (G) (part 1 of a series)

Donatello needs his coffee. Leonardo finds him first.

lean on me (i'm strong enough) (G) (part 2 of a series)

Leonardo needs to get better, be better. If not for himself, then for Michelangelo - his baby brother shouldn't worry about him as much as he does.

you make me proud, little brother (G) (part 3 of a series)

Raphael worries and Leo's quip goes wrong. However, it leads to an emotional turnaround neither of them saw coming.

a lesson in trust (G)

Leo feels guilty for getting Raph caught by the Krang and refuses to let go of that burden. His big brother isn't having it anymore.

not quite kintsugi, but close (G) (ongoing)

The plan is simple. If all else fails, Michelangelo will make a time gateway for Casey to undo what Leonardo, in his youthful arrogance, started all those years ago; it will require sacrifice, but they are ready for it. Until the moment comes, of course. Or, in other words - what if Future Leonardo and Michelangelo both end up in the present with Casey? Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery") is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. (Wikipedia)

repeat until death (T) (Major Character Death)

A companion piece to Chapter 7 of not quite kintsugi, but close. Leonardo doesn't want to let go. In the end, as long as Donatello is concerned, he never did.

Cold Feet (G)

Leonardo is enjoying his lazy morning… until a certain human teenager disrupts his peace.

some boys do lay eggs (T)

Leonardo is just about to fall asleep when the weight of a body thuds against the side of his bed, startling him awake, but not awake enough to shake him out of the heaviness of near slumber. “Whassit,” he mumbles, sticking his hand out from his blankets and feeling about until his fingers touch the edge of a hard shell. Ah, he recognises the shape – it’s Leo. “...are we boys?” 

sleepless (G)

Leo is so, so tired and goes to his dad. Splinter thinks up a plan to put into motion in the morning - but it seems that he's already helping.

Leoichi (Rise x Usagi Chronicles) [9/?]

with friends like these (G) (part 2 of a series)

Meeting up with his old friends and introducing his new boyfriend to them certainly hadn't been in Yuichi's plans for the day - but it turns out to have been a welcome surprise later when it helps him realise something important about his own feelings.

make your home in me (E) (part 4 of a series)

Click the link to read the summary!

world's end boyfriend (T) (AU)

Leonardo lost Yuichi to the apocalypse almost exactly five years ago. It's now been a year since he, Michelangelo and Casey made their impossible portal trip to the present day, successfully preventing the Krang invasion this time - so imagine Leonardo's surprise when his little brother tells him that they're going to rescue his mate. They only have one chance.

and just like that (T) (ongoing) (part 1 of a series)

What was supposed to be a simple shopping trip to the Hidden City turns into an embodiment of a romcom when Leonardo runs into an unfamiliar white rabbit. Or more accurately, the rabbit's dining table.

soft bunny, warm bunny, little ball of— uh oh (G) (part 3 of a series)

Leonardo feels so lucky. He has the world's softest boyfriend who doesn't mind being treated like a giant teddy bear! Too bad it made him forget something very important.

breathe (and let go) (M) (part 5 of a series)

Leonardo needs a break from his… everything, and Yuichi is always more than happy to indulge him.

cracks never healed (they can heal now) (T)

Their plans for a nice date go awry when Leonardo and Yuichi run into a giant rampaging robot. It's swiftly dealt with, but not without a price.

well worth the wait (G)

Hana has been worried about her adoptive father's new relationship. Yuichi puts those worries to rest.

taking it slow (G)

Leonardo keeps holding himself to the impossible standards of a long-lost future and it doesn't take a genius to see that it does him no favours. Yuichi takes it upon himself to teach his boyfriend that some days should be spent in bed.

And that's it! For now. <3

[lulusoblue]

So, I'm posting in response to this from @teoxihuitl because I have vvatchword blocked for reasons I'm sure will be clear and as a result I can't reblog a chain from her blog. Tumblr honestly looking out for me because I don't want the fic featured on my blog.

Please read the reblog for screenshots concerned. Content warning: mentions of CP because I got into an argument with people defending it.

Can also confirm that vvatchword/Watch and bluishrose(?)/Rose stood by these views in a second argument later, but it was confusing because they were backstracking in "CP is bad" and somehow also doubling down in that "censorship is bad"? It went around in circles, to the point where other members were trying to take the topic away from this and ignore it. To my memory and according to my screens, most of them showed support for Watch and Rose or pretended this wasn't happening.

Also, note that Rose above compared reporting CHILD PORNOGRAPHY to the censorship of queer art. Because I did. I took note of it at the time and called her out on it.

And note that Watch is contradicting herself because CP is "despicable in every form it takes", yet before and after this she stands by her opinion of "oh but if the children are fictional it doesn't count". I'm pretty sure this was her trying to placate things and/or convince me and a friend that we, in fact, were wrong and minsunderstanding Watch and Rose.

I was done after this. In this server six months when this happened, and when it did and I stepped away from speaking with anyone there, I started to calm down and recognise things that should have been red flags from the beginning. And, yes, as @teoxihuitl has said, there was some racists comments and behaviour, things I didn't see while I was part of the "clique".

For the record I don't think that Watch or Rose are predators, and I hope to fuck they aren't, but I will say that on hearing their views on CP that I did not want to interact with them, nor did I feel safe interacting with them. I'm the same age as Watch, we are both in our thirties, and I no longer felt safe to speak with them or within their server. Rose apologised to me for them not "explaining [themselves]" and losing patience, while Watch didn't apologise at all, just telling me that there were "no hard feelings", they didn't apologise to my friend who also got involved and ended up leaving, because not to mince words the server were a bunch of dicks to my friend, mostly because of the aforementioned racism.

Then after this, I learned that her "tcest fic for a friend that i hated writing lol" was the least concerning thing about her writing history to do with the TMNT, I had a friend who wrote some for a vent fic once, I thought I could understand and overlook that. It makes me sick now, because as it turned out if I had been nosy and looked through her Ao3, I would have seen 2-3 fics shipping a 15yo teenage mutant ninja turtle with adult women. It was TMNT 2003 so I know it was with characters who were adults. I would have never decided to make friends with her if I had seen that in the first place and on learning this it suddenly made sense why Watch was so defensive, she was defending herself over her own minor/adult ships/shipfics.

If you have read this and want to do anything in response, just block vvatchword and bluishrose. Don't interact, don't harass, just block them. Trust me that neither are worth stooping to that level.

And Watch, if you're reading this, maybe don't go interacting with blog of minors who have DNIs in their bios that might apply to you?

[kickshell]

#𝙆𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 an independent & private & selective blog for michelangelo hamato from teenage mutant ninja turtles. ROTTMNT influence heavy + a mix of canon / headcanons. written by reynard, 25, he / they. personnals dni !

rules under the cut .

#1 - mun . reynard, he / they, transmasc , 25. i am from france so english is not my first language and i may not share the same timezone. activity will depend on a day to day basis. discord is available for mutuals on request !

#2 - content . primary verse is based off rottmnt for the most part, with influence from other iterations as well as headcanons. there will be aus / verses such as the last ronin.

content warning applies for any verse. there will be themes such as body horror, violence, blood, angst, mental illness and disorders, difficult childhood. not everything will be tagged but if you need anything specific to be, do come to me so i can tag it ! i use the following format: " cwname // ".

as for posting style, i use small icons, a small font, bold, italics and colors. trying to keep it to a middle-ground, however i can change it up for our interactions if you have troubles with any.

regarding other's posts, i don't care whether you use icons or not, nor about fancy formatting. just keep it readable, aka cut your texts, and don't use overly whacky fonts. i'm not big on purple prose, either.

#3 - following & interacting . crossovers with dc / marvel, other iterations of the turtles as well as any modern verse muse will be welcome ! duplicates are a-okay with me, i just don't follow these first. ocs are fine too, provided you have at least a basic bio. i am mildly selective in my following, keeping to blogs i wanna see on my dash and / or interact with.

i will interact with mutuals only ! as long as we follow each others, feel free to send in memes, unprompted asks or starters or anything, really.

personal blogs can follow, but will be blocked if interacting with any posts. it just messes things up.

#4 - shipping . i am open to shipping. and that includes all sorts of dynamics ! love to explore a bunch of these. i am fine with pre-established stuff too, provided we discuss it beforehand. though, it must fit into the other present rules.

romantic ships are not off the table. however i'll only romantically ship mikey with muses into his age range ( and again, that don't go against other rules ) and will stay selective about it.

any ships require chemistry foremost. including betweens muns, as i would much rather be able to discuss things out !

#5 - no-nos . anything in this section is not up to debate. nor will i feel the need to justify myself.

no suggestive content or lemon. michelangelo is a teen so don't get weird ! absolutely no incest / tcest.

no tolerance for drama, and i'd rather stay away from callout posts unless they serve more than petty purposes.

no bigotry, queerphobia, racism, or any sort of hate or what have you. general etiquette and common sense applies: don't be a douche.

#6 - mains & exclusives . well, i don't actually deal in exclusives. i am down to interact with multiple version of a single muse, though they'll be independent from each others. on the other hand, i may consider affiliates later down the road.

mains are a thing. it needs to be discussed first ! once we are mains, you basically allow me to break into your inbox anytime, tag you, post unprompted interactions, yell about our muses in dms. and vice versa.

#7 - credits roll . for all graphics i use the psd zone 6 by andsaintsources with some tweaking. icon caps are from the shows or comics.

[kaibeaniez]

My rules for all fanfictions.

Please read and respect these rules or you will be blocked immediately.

Here's the masterlist.

I will NOT write NSFW fanfiction about minors. I will also not age them up, because the original character is still a minor.

I will not write incest, or Tcest. I might write Oncest, but only because it's funny and it's technically not incest, but self-cest.

I will not write certain kinks that make me uncomfortable. Such as age play, cuckolding, claustrophilia, erotic asphyxiation, foot fetish, food play, gerontophilia, klismaphilia, objectum sexuality, pregnancy fetish, robot fetish, stygiophilia, hair fetish/trichophilia, urophilia/watersports/piss kink/omorashi, voyeurism, wax play, egg laying fetish, scat/shit/human feces/animal feces, non-con, consensual non-con, and probably more.

I will explain why I do not like all of these. (You don't need to read the explanation part if you don't want, but read the part after please.)

Age play: It is like aging up characters, and in my mind is wrong.

Cuckolding: I just don't like it.

Claustrophilia: The thought of fucking in a small area is sickening.

Erotic Asphyxiation: This restricts breathing and is very dangerous.

Foot Fetish: Feet make me uncomfortable.

Food play: food is dirty, I don't want it all over/inside of my body.

Gerontophilia: Too much of an age gap bothers me.

Klismaphilia: Just kinda yuck.

Objectum Sexuality: I'm not writing about being sexually attracted to an object.

Pregnancy Fetish: I will write about "breeding" but not pregnancy.

Robot fetish: again, no attraction to an object.

Stygiophilia: Just weird.

Hair fetish/trichophilia: Just no.

urophilia/watersports/piss kink/omorashi: Gross.

Voyeurism: Again, just weird.

Wax play: Again, dangerous.

Egg laying fetish: Just gross.

scat/shit/human feces/animal feces: Again, gross.

Non-con: Absolutely not.

Consensual non-con: it's better but still no.

Now that's over, here are my requesting/message rules.

Request rules: It does not need to be a character already on the list. If the character(s) you want is not there, ask about it, and it will most likely be added. Do not request minors unless you are requesting SFW. Your request must say if it is NSFW or SFW. All I really need from the request is an idea or plot and the character.

Message rules: Do not spam my messages asking me to "write quicker" I have things I need to do. Do not bumbard my inbox with NSFW unless asked first. If I don't reply, remind me, but don't spam please.

Gore rules: I appreciate some good gore now and again, however I will always always always put a warning if there is any gore involved. I enjoy gore more than a "normal" person would and use it a lot. Especially in fictions with serial killers in them. So please be warned of that. If I do write something with gore, it will most likely have an alternative version that has little to no gore. I also sometimes draw gore for the stories so beware of that.

Art Commissions: I now do art commissions! Do not request nsfw of a minor, as usual. No incest. You can honestly request whatever, as long as it applies to the same rules as fan fictions. (No kinks I'm not comfortable with, etc.) I will draw gore. Also there are no prices, you don't pay me. I'm happy when people like my stuff, not when I have money. :)

(I may add to this later, thank you for reading <3)

[primetimes-primetime]

alright. so, i know ive already made a post about this on my main, but im stupid and went to the original tweet and just made myself angry again.

TW// T-CEST UNDER THE CUT

alright, so a couple days ago i rbed a screenshot of a certain story board artist's tweet about being the one to put tcest in the show.

i dont know why or how, but i found my way onto twitter and to the original tweet that this guy made.

for context, sheldon here was a storyboard artist for Rise and the scene they are talking about here is this one from the Lair Games episode-

i partially explain again why this is horrible and disgusting and partially why i dont believe or accept sheldon's... i dont even know what to call it. his response (the top post in the first screenshot)

part one

since i literally just rbed something about this, im just going to copy/paste my rb and add onto it a little.

" no but when i found out that some of the artists who originally worked on Rise were t-cesters and proshippers i was actually so fucking pissed off.

there are part of this community that are actually god damn disgusting, and im not afriad to say that tcest is fucking rancid and if you support it i dont want you near the content that i create.

first of all, it is literally incest. it says so right in the name. which, i really hope i dont have to explain why incest is bas in the ripe year of 2022. I don't care that they arent "blood-related". They were fucking raised as brothers, treated like brothers, and think of each other as brothers. No matter how hard you try to spin it, no matter how hard you argue that they arent technically related, you have to understand that they see and think of each other as brothers, which should be enough to make this incest.

this show was amazing when it came to family dynamics and brotherly love/trust/bonds. i can say with confidence that the brothers in Rise are much more brotherly/closer than any other previous versions. it's obvious to see that they love and care and want to protect one another. to turn platonic and love for one's family into something so gross and vile is taking all of the healthy emotional bonds between these characters and throwing it out the window.

i cant fuckung believe i have to say this every time i come back into the tmnt fandom, but-

THEY ARE MINORS.

sure, with the recent Rise movie we saw an adult leo, but heres the thing- that version of leo is fucking dead. he literally got fucking beamed out of existence.

the fact that every one of these brothers are under the age of 18 and i still see so much nsfw art is absolutely horrid.

finally, it's a kid's show. sure, many of us in the community are teens, later teens, and grown adults, but that does not change that this show was originally created to bring the tmnt franchise into yet another generation of kids. again, i sincerely hope that i dont need to explain why implying incest in kids shows (or really any TVs shows, for that matter) is morally wrong and vile.

literally yesterday me and some of my mutuals had to go through a lot of our content to re-tag a whole bunch of our posts tagged with "tcest dni" because tumblr's tagging system is actual shit. there shouldnt even be a tcest community, outside of it impeding on the rest of us Rise fans.

sorry this is such a long post but im so tired of seeing / hearing about tcest. its gross, disgusting, icky, etc etc. it is 6:30 am and i woke up and saw this and decided to fucking say something, because tcest has actively made my experience coming back into the tmnt community and fandom worse. "

and i still stand by that. seeing so much tcest- and from the artists on the rise crew, no less- is making my journy back into the tmnt fandom so, so much worse. it is actively hurting a lot of people- which brings me to one specific tweet from this thread.

so, to start- i do not, i repeat- DO NOT condone or promote sending death threats to people or telling them to kill themselves.

second- it isnt. harmless. reminder, again, that this is a

CHILDREN'S. SHOW.

you are talking about MINORS IN INCESTUAL RELATIONSHIPS. "harmless fiction" my ass.

part two

ok. so as you can see in the original screenshot, you can see that sheldon is passing this off as a joke. but i honestly cannot believe him when he says this.

why, i hear you asking. well,

look at the time stamp. 2020, nearly three years ago now, when the Lair Games episode had just come out.

why didn't he say it was a joke three years ago, when he first posted the storyboard clip? because he isnt fucking joking. either that or he is just really so fucking dense that he doesn't realize that what he's doing is not funny in any way, shape or form.

which brings me to my next point.

even if it is all just a joke,

why the fuck are you joking about minors participating in fucking incest?

its fucking nasty even if it is a joke. i genuinely shouldnt need to say anymore on why this is fucking horrid.

well. ive taken up enough of your time- i appreciate you reading to the end and i apologize for making this so long. a quick, final word in case you got this far and are a tcester or support tcest-

kindly fuck off, do not interact with me, unfollow me, and block me :] i dont want your nasty ass incest anywhere fucking near me or this blog.

thanks ! :D

[chicchanmooshy]

Shades of grey, chapter 18 - Christmas at Usagi’s, part 1 (Preparations)

Sometimes live happens.. in my case in a good way. I’m sorry it took so long before I posted this chapter, but here it is. I wanted to better it, but it took forever to finish that and I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.

@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @roxosupreme @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @sewerninno @angelcatlowyn @raisin-shell 

warnings: mention tcest, 18+, lemon, nsfw

Ishtar woke up next to Michaelangelo. They had spend the night together in his bed. With the night crimes increasing again, the brothers were also more often gone during the night. Thinking they might appreciate their bed rest and Mickey being … needy... she had made the suggestion to sleep in his room, which he gladly accepted. Sleeping further down the hall, Ishtar and Mickey also didn't need to worry about the noise they were making during that night.

Still sleepy Ishtar moaned a little and snuggled closer to Mickey's chest. He responded with closing his arms tighter around her.

A knock on the door, but they didn't hear it. A few minutes later another knock, but this one went also unnoticed by the two. Then the door opened, Donnie came in, turned on the lights and said, “come on rabbits, waky waky, eggs and beacky!”

Ishtar groaned “sweet goddess, Donnie, it's still too early, five more minutes please?” At the first sign of the bright lights Mickey had shoved his head under the pillow, mumbling something unrecognizable.

“Hey, I'm just the messenger”, said Donnie. “You got thirty minutes before training starts. It's up to you if you still want to shower and have breakfast”, he announced very happy and with that he left.

Ishtar groaned again, yawned and tried to get up, only Mickey was still holding on to her. “Come on, Mike, let me go. I do need to shower before I can train .. and so do you!”

She left him in bed and took a shower. The warm water didn't wake her up and she forget about training, arriving just on time in the dojo, but without Mickey.

“Where is Michaelangelo?” asked Leonardo.

“In bed or in the kitchen, I don't know. I'm not his mother”, she said and yawned again.

“Excuse me?” Leo asked appalled by her answer. 'Why would she react in that way, without any respect?'

“I don't know where Mickey is now”, Ishtar sighed. “But I'm not responsible for him. I told him to get a shower and then left”, she shrugged.

“Okay, I'll talk to him later. Go do your thing.”

“Yeah, I know the drill”, she said and got to her work out.

After training and another shower she walked to the lab to do some work. Donatello followed her, but continued on his own projects. Hours later Leonardo popped his head in and said, “hey workaholics, dinner is ready. And I have something to tell all of you. You coming?”

“Aaah... aaahh... I'm coming Leo!” Ishtar fake moaned.

Leo looked at her, “don't start something you can't finish, sweetheart”, he said with a raised brow.

She tried to smile innocently but failed. Grinning she winked, “I'll finish this one pad and will join you then.”

Even though they haven't made love after that one whole day, she found it difficult to go back to being more submissive, realizing she actually wasn't submissive anymore. Maybe she never was.. Her character was usually calm and sweet. Sometimes she could react fiercely if someone got too close. But now that she'd tasted that alpha energy, a whole new world opened up for her. Of course she didn't try to defy Leonardo, but she just couldn't manage to make herself smaller to please him. That made their interaction a bit more difficult, given that they could collide a bit faster, like this morning in the dojo. And in the meantime when they were in each others presence, they had all kinds of sparks coming off them.

Just imagine; meditating together and feeling that he is super horny in that moment, she can almost feel what he wants to do with her. Gonna do to her, if she just give him a signal. But she haven't done that yet. This was her way of testing how long he can last without her in his bed.

She started to see more and more signs that it wouldn't be long now. She now had to decide to give him the signal, or wait for him to really loose it and go all crazy out on her. And both options excited her greatly. Especially considering the Leonardo hadn't shared himself with his brothers either. Maybe she should tell him he can made his needs known to her. But then she also had to take in account that he could jump her there and then. And what would he do to her? Would he still let her walk to his room? Or throw her over his shoulder, or even drag her? Or would he tear the clothes off her on the spot and fuck her hard against the wall? Gosh, now that she thought about it, she really had a thing for walls..

“Can I have your attention, please?” asked Leonardo at the dinner table. “As you all know, we will be leaving in a few days on our trip to Usagi's world to celebrate Christmas there. So I would like to ask you to make your things ready these days. And don't forget to pack your Christmas presents as well. Dad, will you be joining us? It's a warm climate there, this time of year.”

“Yes, I will join you this time. I would like to see Usagi and his family again”, Splinter said happily. “And I'm looking forward to the warm weather.”

Ishtar raised her hand, “uhm, I didn't know this trip was coming up. And as much as I like to come with you, I cannot..”

“And why is that?” asked Leonardo a little concerned.

“Er, I've got to finish my work. I wanted to celebrate the Winter Solstice here.. and.. er.. this is really embarrassing.. I haven't bought you any presents.. “ she said with a flushed face. “We.. er.. didn't celebrate Christmas with gifts, so.. I'm not used to that..”

“Hey, that's alright babycakes” said Michaelangelo cheerfully, placing an arm around her shoulders. “We only want you for Christmas”.

It wasn't even that difficult to make an earlier appointment to bring the stuff and collect her payment. They were very happy she could deliver earlier. During the holiday season their store always emptied faster, so the new stock was very welcome. Leonardo decided that Raphael would stay with Ishtar in the lair until the delivery was made. Raphael could protect her topside, keep her company the coming days and Raph also knew how and where to travel to Usagi's world.

Still embarrassed she barely dared to look at Leonardo. But he got up and walked to her. Cupping her face in his hands he said “call it corny or romantic, it is still the truth, we don't care about the presents, we only want you. But if you really want to buy us something, we can give you a list?” To seal the message he kissed her deeply. Almost leaving her breathless he then asked, “you said something about work? Can't that wait until we get back?”

“No, I have to deliver in two weeks. And I still have several days work to do. I can speed it up and call them to ask if I can bring it sooner. But it will still take me three of four days to finish it.. Is it okay if I travel to you after I delivered the work?”

“Hmm.. make your call first with them, see what is possible. We talk when we know more about it” he said reassuring. He then sat down on his haunches while thinking about something else. “Will you accept my sincere apologies for forgetting to tell you about this trip?”

Now it was her turn to cup his face in her hands. “Yes Leonardo, I accept your apologies and I forgive you.”

On the morning Donatello, Michaelangelo, Master Splinter and Leonardo were leaving, Raphael and Ishtar said their temporary goodbyes. Leo really hated it to leave her – and Raph -  behind. Especially during wintertime he preferred his family close by. Ishtar saw the sadness in his eyes and hugged him tight. “I know you don't like it, but I made a commitment with that company. And my sense of honor tells me to keep that promise.”

Leo nodded. Honor was something he knows really well, it was a part of him and his training.

“And of course I understand that you and me need to better communicate about our activities.” She could feel him tremble a little.

“You know Leo? It's alright to feel the things you feel now. Don't push it aside. These feelings have a right to be here. Feel them and learn from them, what it means to you. As long as those feelings don't control you, there's  nothing to worry about.”

Pulling apart from their hug he looked in wonder at her, “when did you become so wise?”

“Through live experience. Okay now, off you go. We will see you guys in three or four days. Safe travels!”

'Wow, his feelings move around fast! Big highs and deep lows. Time to lift his spirits again. Hopefully he can keep that energy up', she thought. “What? And leave all the sexy work to you? Shell no! I'll have plenty of energy left for you!”

When the portal closed Raphael turned to Ishtar, saying “a whole lair just for our selves! This is a rare treat! And I get to spend it with you, Ishtar. Do you have any idea how happy I am right now?”

Ishtar chuckled, “I have an inkling. Sooo.. what are you going to do now?”

“I was thinking to devour you..” he said needy.

“Oh sure you can..”

Raph hadn't expected that, “really?” and came at her with grasping hands. Ishtar easily avoided him and said “I'm all yours every night. But during the day, I have to work. Otherwise it will take too much time to finish..”

'Is she fucking kidding me?' His pout was just too cute, although she didn't tell him. She didn't want to hurt his pride.

“So, that's it, huh? Eat, work, sleep and repeat?” he asked gruffly.

“Most part, yes. But I won't forget the quality time I get to spend with you. And there is of course the sexy, devour time as well..” and winked at him.

Growling, Raph asked, “why not now? You know you want it too..”

“You damn well know why, Red. Because when you start with me, you won't be able to stop until we're both a spend mess, and I won't have energy left for hours, that's why! Soo.. during the day, I have to work.”

Again that pouty face of him, gosh he looked so adorable.

“Will you even have energy left during the night?” he asked disappointed.

Raphael was the sweetheart who called her for lunch and dinner. He'd even made a delicious soup to keep them both warm in the cold lair. That small gesture touched her deeply, it even touched deeper feelings she never knew she had for him. Realizing that she didn't just see him as a lover, but something more. It was a feeling she couldn't define yet. But trusting on her life experience, she knew there would be a definition for it soon.

Looking up at his face she saw so much longing in those beautiful eyes of his. 'Phew, how can I steer him in the right direction without him suddenly jumping me?' She pulled him down by his mask tails, kissing him long and deep. She put her forehead against his and said, “there are things I have to deal with in the next few days, and there are things I want to do that will keep me sane. And you are a big part of that” she ended in a whisper.

“Am I..?”

“Yes, you are Red. I need you, be close with me, preferable during night time” and kissed him again, leaving him purring.

Finally she could leave him there without worrying about his feelings, needs and the consequences. So she went to the lab to work, not wanting to think about the many hours she had to put into it today. It was a good thing she really liked doing this kind of work.

Their first night alone in the lair was... interesting. Ishtar had worked the whole day, but kept true to her word, she still had some physical energy left. But mentally she was exhausted. Raphael had of course noticed this. Again being a sweetheart he lay her in bed next to him and just let her sleep.

Somewhere around five Ishtar woke up refreshed. Knowing already too well to NOT wake Raphael up at such an early hour, she let him sleep. She used this free time to meditate. So she pulled a blanket around her shoulders and got comfortable at the end of the bed. She set a soft alarm for thirty minutes, though she wondered if she could last longer than that.

Within the hour Raphael started to wake slowly, searching the bed for Ishtar with his hand. When he only found a cold spot next to him, he was awake immediately. “Ishtar!” he shouted.

“Good morning Raphael, I'm right here”, she answered.

“Why did you leave the bed? And what time is it?”

“You don't wanna know the time. I woke up a while ago and have been meditating since. But now that you are awake..” she said crawling towards him, “I believe you will be hungry.. Shall I make you some breakfast in the kitchen, or would you like me for breakfast in bed?”

churr “Don't you have work to do?”

“Yes, but I need some sanity as well. Now, come here and devour me!”

Hours later Ishtar stumbled to the kitchen, desperate in need for some food. Raphael walked behind her, very proud of himself to see her walk this way, knowing it was of his doing.

“Shall I cook tonight?” she asked.

“Do you got time for that?”

“I'll make time. Do you like a curry?”

“Don't know, probably do.”

“Good, 'cause I like it.”

Ishtar didn't wanted to take any changes with this. While she sat in the lab she dismissed Raphael, because “it would spoil the surprise” and “this is worth the wait”. So she explained her plan in minimum words to April - because Raph was probably still listening in – and asked her to literally come pick up her list. Explaining to April when she asked if you could not just text the stuff, “because it's Raph's phone and he can read the text. And I made it easier for you, I already wrote some stores down, where to find all the presents. And the day after tomorrow I can pay you back in cash.”

They sat at the kitchen table, or at least, Raph sat on a chair. Ishtar was pulled on his lap. Eating was a bit difficult like this, because she blocked the view to his bowl of cereals. But Raphael wouldn't want it any other way. When the whole family was present,  this kind of intimacy wasn't possible.

While Ishtar chewed on her sandwich, Raph caressed her lower back. She really liked that and planted a kiss on his head. Suddenly she inhaled sharply, pulling her head up.

“What is it?” asked Raph surprised. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough in bed?”

She smiled and reassured him. “No, I'm fine. You were amazing in bed. I just thought of the most perfect Christmas presents for you and your brothers. Even one for Master Splinter. Can I use your phone? I hope April can help me with this.”

“Yeah sure, babe, it's in my room. I'll get it for you after breakfast.”

When April arrived and looked at Ishtar's note she smiled approvingly at her. Ishtar quickly put a finger to her mouth to make sure April wouldn't say anything. “I'm sorry to ask you to do my Christmas shopping. I'm not used to it yet..”

April reassured Ishtar it wasn't a problem. This gave her inspiration as well, to do with Casey too. Smirking Ishtar replied, “Casey is one lucky guy. Should we exchange pictures of each other after the holidays of our gifts?”

“Yes, if we get a change to make a picture of it at all, we should!” April laughed.

Raphael really like the curry Ishtar made. After dinner Raph went watching a game on the television and Ishtar sat next to him on the couch. But instead of watching the game with him, she let her mind wander while working on her crochet project. 'What kind of Winter Solstice celebration should I have this time?' she thought. She made a list of all the things she knew about Yule. But of all the things she knew about it, she just thought of a Norse tale and mistletoe.

After she said her thanks again and goodbyes, Ishtar went to work again. She was happy she worked her ass off yesterday, she finished half of the work already. If she planned it right, it would leave her some time to perform a Winter Solstice ritual and crochet her present for Splinter. That present was something she couldn't keep from Raphael. When she took a break and worked on that, Raphael was curious of what she was making and she explained it. “Wow”, he responded. “Why didn't I think of that before? That is really the perfect gift, especially now during winter. How did ya come up with this idea?”

“I saw it online and instantly knew I had to make it.”

One story goes that mistletoe was the sacred plant of Frigga, goddess of love and the mother of Balder, the god of summer sun. Balder had a dream of death which greatly alarmed his mother, for should he die, all life on earth would end. In an attempt to keep this from happening, Frigga went at once to air, fire, water, earth and every animal and plant seeking a promise that no harm would come to her son. Balder now could not be hurt by anything on earth or under the earth. But Balder had one enemy, Loki, god of evil and he knew of one plant that Frigga had overlooked in her quest to keep her son safe. It grew neither on earth nor under the earth, but on apple or oak trees. It was lowly mistletoe. So Loki made an arrow tip of the mistletoe, gave it to the blind god of winter Hodr, who shot it, striking Balder dead. The sky paled and all things in earth and heaven wept for the sun god. For three days each element tried to bring back Balder to life. He was finally restored by Frigga. It is said the tears she shed for her son turned into the pearly white berries on the mistletoe plant and in her joy Frigga kissed everyone who passed beneath the tree on which it grew. The story ends with a degree that who should ever stand under the humble mistletoe, no harm should befall them, only a kiss, a token of love.

Reading this story of the Norse gods was already a part of Ishtar's ritual. She decided to keep it small, due to the lack of preparation time and not able to celebrate it in the cold with her new family. So instead she found a small spell / poem she recited that evening before bedtime.

May the longest night and the shortest day

bring rest to your soul and mind, I pray

May you find guidance and may you find peace

as the cycle of light ill slowly increase

Embrace the magic that the darkness bears

breath deep in the chill and shift in the air

May you always be blessed with the light from within

and may well-being be yours as the new cycle begins.

[inkyturtle]

Can you draw your OTP from each TMNT Adaption you know? I also love your art!

Ah, but there are so many ships I like from so many series!

I’ll pick a few.

I’m not well versed in TMNT. I know 2k12, Rise, 87, and the original movie series. I have no ships for the latter (well April/Casey), so I’ll settle for the other three.

2K12

I’m weak. I really shipped Leo and Raph, especially in later seasons. Their moments aren’t as plentiful as a lot of pairings I’ll list, but it’s my OTP. Probably my all-time turtle OTP. You can fight me on that.

I was honestly rooting for Casey and April too, before the triangle turned into a clusterfuck, ceased to exist, came back briefly, then ceased to exist again. I felt like Casey treated her more like a person, so their chemistry felt more natural to me.

Then I have to give props to Leo/Karai for being one of the better executed ships in that series, and even that is debatable. I just feel like it was better handled than the other ships.

Now, onto 87.

When I was a kid, I shipped Raphael with Mona Lisa so gd hard. She was only in one episode, but their interactions had such an impact on kid me. I don’t know if I’ll feel the same way about the episode when I finally get around to watching it again, but I like the memories I have of it at least. I liked this depiction more than the 2k12 depiction as well, but I’ll admit it’s mostly because I preferred Mona’s original origin. 

There are other ships I like from 87. On the side of tcest I ship Raph/Don, and Leo/Mike. I didn’t feel like drawing them, so have these old doodles I did (and happened to never post):

There’s also one of the best pairings ever, Krang/Shredder. I don’t feel like drawing that either, sorry!

Lastly, Rise.

The only pairing I happen to be remotely excited about is Mike/Donnie. I think their dynamic is interesting, and they bring out a lot of personality in one another.

I find most of the turtle interactions in the show boring if I’m honest. I think that’s part of what I dislike about Rise. As a result, it’s hard for me to get invested in ships revolving around the boys.

I haven’t seen endgame yet, but I’m hoping there’s something in it that’ll put me on board as a Draxum/Lou shipper. The ship is at least amusing.

After drawing these, I remembered Rocksteady and Bebop from the Bayverse movies. I don’t feel like drawing them, but that’s my OTP for that series.

And ah, thank you for liking my art! I do appreciate it immensely.

[nei-ning]

Had a dream where I was shopping with sis’s friend in near by shop and I found super nice, yet super simple, red top on sale with 5e. I didn’t had that much money so I couldn’t buy it which later made me regret not having it so much so sis and I went back and I couldn’t find the top anywhere anymore. I was devastated and so sad I almost cried. However I noticed little Leonardo plush keychain in this, now second hand shop styled shop, and it made me smile. He was cute and if he would had been in better condition I would had pay that 3e to have him.

I left with my mom somewhere and she was driving so bad! Not fast or anything but accidents kept happening - 2 big ones. First one I don’t remember but second one I do. She was driving on small forest road and car suddenly turned towards the woods, finally rolling around once and then slamming right against the tree. I was MAD at mom and yelled; “What’s wrong with you!? Your driving sucks and accidents keep happening! How do you plan on getting out of here?!” I pointed at the tree which, weirdly, had pierced car’s front part from down to up instead of smashing car’s bow in like it normally should had happen. She said something like she will ask help while we were in the middle of nowhere in unfamiliar area. I got mad even more getting out of the car telling her I will never again ride with her in the same car.

As I stood out I started to hear VERY loud rock ‘n roll music and I noticed a house near by. Very Finnish wooden red/white home and younger man was sitting inside playing drums with the music. I told about him to mom and said go ask help from him. But it wasn’t mom who went to ask help. Instead a mix of 2003 & 2018 Raphael showed up and he offered to go ask help from the guy who was now sitting outside of his home on small rocky uphill. Raph took a small cup with him (don’t know why) and held it in very gay way while jumping forward in very gay style :’D I remember yelling after him giggling; “Raph, no! You are not gay!”. Mom asked me something about him and I said; “He acts very gay-like at times even that he’s not gay for real.” (except in our minds in tcest, ahah!)

I watched him going in front of this man who hadn’t noticed him and when Raphael greeted him, this guy jumped and screamed, somehow kicking Raphael’s legs, sending him rolling the hill down backwards. I rushed to him calling his name since him rolling down that rocky hill looked painful. I was afraid he was hurt - and he was. When I got to him he was sitting on the ground and he had shrink. He was SO FREAKING CUTE and a size of a small baby / child (like 1-2yo at max). He looked up at me with black puppy eyes while smiling as I knelt down in front of him, taking a hold of his cheeks, petting them carefully with my thumbs. He said nothing in whole time as I eyed and studied him but much for our relief his only injury was this dent on his forehead. I knew it had push part of the skull inside but not too badly it would be dangerous in anyway. Plus he would heal and become normal again. In relief I smiled down at him and kissed his dent super gently while still petting his cheeks - and he was smiling ever so gently, warmly and lovingly eyes closed <3

Then, at the end of the dream there was pretty close view from slightly behind about 2003 Leo and Raph having sex. Leo was on top on his knees while Raph laid between Leo’s legs, their cocks pressed together tight. Leo was moving his hips slightly while moaning softly Raphael’s name, keeping the pressure on in teasing but also pleasing level. I have no idea WHY I saw this but perhaps it’s a sign I should draw some t-porn, haha :’D

[shellarious]

Discoveries by tFantasyFan:  Don and Raph sit down to watch Star Wars while Mikey discovers he has more in common with Leo than he thought. Includes tackling, glomping, learning something new about your brother and vinyl- all in all, a typical night.

No Need For Toasters by Serendipity1:  Donatello lays down the law about the treatment of toasters in this household. Quite forcibly.

Viand by hummerhouse:  Something has wandered too close to the lair and the brothers investigate. It doesn't take long for them to wish they'd stayed home.

And Justice For All by SuperKat:  Fifteen years later, you’d think things would be different. But, as Donnie pointed out, the collective mind is not so easily swayed.

The Debt by Flynne:  Donatello is trapped, Michelangelo can't free him, and the enemy is closing in. But unbeknownst to the turtles, someone has been watching out for them.

Turtle Soup by Goblin Cat KC:  Shredder kept threatening. Finally he catches one of them.

JabberDonny by Cynlee:  Donny oneshot! Turtle tot Don faces a terrible monster in order to save his father.

Protecting Them His Way by babygirl127:  Don will do anything he thinks is necessary to make sure he is always ready to protect his family

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....TCEST AND HIGH RATED FICS BELOW THIS POINT....

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Deterioration by hummerhouse:  Agent John Bishop needs a new body very quickly. Without Baxter Stockman to create it for him, there is only one other place he can turn. (M, Leo/Don)

Confessional by Damgel: He rode into town on Thursday; all quiet and dark with eyes blistering like the noonday hour and just as golden. The sun dipped toward the edge of the mountains, casting a lengthy shadow of grasping fingers across the dry landscape, and Donatello stood still, watching him ride by. A stranger in these parts wasn't rare, but his kind was. With a six shooter at his hip, a rifle in the saddle, and a fair sized scar across the side of his beak, proving he had earned his place in this God forsaken west, he was a desperado if he ever did see one. Gunfights, religious views, emotional turmoil, blood, hard living, tragedy and death, and Wild West Turtles. (E, Raph/Don)

Bondage by Skandron:  When a village is attacked, a slave is pulled into a whole new world of intrigue, politics and the arms of the one who saved him. (M, Raph/Don)

Bonsai by crabapplered:  It's a soft kind of joy to watch Don read. The slow turn of pages is like carp swimming, the sigh of Don's breathing a summer breeze. Leo finds himself wanting to keep Don like this always. (E, Leo/Don)

Lost Among the Bell Flowers by Sundayeeys: Michelangelo had never been known to stay in one place for very long. Taverns and street corners were his hearth and home, because roots can't take hold if you just keep moving, and why would anyone want to sink into the ground so deep that you got stuck? They were smart words to live by, and had done a good job of keeping him happy enough. At least until the day he was invited to the sprawling estate of the Hamato Clan, and his entire life was turned upside down. (M, Leo/Mikey, Raph/Don)

TMNT and the Legendary Creatures by hummerhouse:  A 100 Theme Challenge multi-part series. The turtles go toe to toe with legends and myths when a plague of yokai is unleashed upon the city. (M, OT4)

Knock Off by PrincessFreak:  Basically Raph's internal monologue as he thinks about his growing attraction to Donnie. (M, Raph/Don)

Past to Present by crabapplered: Years after his mysterious disappearance, Donatello has been returned to his brothers. Leonardo can't quite believe it, has to prove it to himself with sound. Smell. Touch. (E, OT4)

Defying Augury by LucyToo:  Don's hurt, Raph's not that bright, and Hamlet is mentioned more than once. (T, Raph/Don preslash)

House Calls by hummerhouse:  A trifecta of tales showcasing the relationship between two turtle brothers. (E, Raph/Don)

The Pain Game by hummerhouse:  Michelangelo has a secret that he's apparently been keeping from himself. (E, Mikey/Raph)

Raphael/Donatello Mating Drabbles by Plastron:  Drabbles depicting moments in Raphael and Donatello's relationship as mates. (E, Raph/Don)

Full Throttle by Dorkjitsu:  Raph's obsession with his bike gets...exploited. In all the good ways. (E, Raph/Don)

Lola by crabapplered:  There are no girl turtles, but that's okay. Mikey is willing to improvise. (Don/Mikey, implied OT4)

Snapshots of Time XII by hummerhouse:  Momentary glimpses of life, captured and placed into an album. (T, OT4)

TMNT 2003 Fic Rec

A list of some of my favorite fics and writers, in no particular order. Yes, I am aware my favoritism is showing. 

Double Vision - Princess Tyler Briefs -  Leo likes to think he understands his family, but some things simply don’t make sense, even to him.

In Another’s Shoes - Splinter -  Mike’s the leader? Raph’s the engineer? Don’s the rebel? Leo’s the goof off? What was Splinter thinking? He’s thinking he needs some comic relief at his sons’ expense. Besides, it’s all in the name of learning. 

Maybe Just the End - nightwalker3 -  It’s Donatello and Leonardo trapped in an elevator at the end of the world. Or maybe just the end of New York; it’s hard to tell with the lights out.

Desperate Measures - Superkat -  Donatello spoke angrily under two circumstances: major setbacks to his projects or prolonged periods of intense work without rest. They were guessing the latter this time…

Encounters - hummerhouse -  You can’t live in a city of over 8 million people without interacting with a few of them.

And Call Me in the Morning - slipstream - It’s not like Don is doing this for fun, he reminds himself as the olive-skinned turtle makes up four fresh syringes and starts measuring out doses. He’s his doctor and his brother, he only has Mikey’s best interest at—He blinks, eyes suddenly fixed on the band of cloth fixed tight to Don’s upper thigh. “Dude, what’s wrong with your leg?”

Question - Meg720 -  Don’s obsessed.

Genius At Work - nightwalker3 -  Donnie’s the smart one, but sometimes he misses the obvious.

Without Wings - Princess Tyler Briefs -  If you asked him later, or even if you’d had a chance at the time, Donatello would have been unable to tell you what he was thinking. Pre-Exodus.

Turtles Gone Wild! - Ryan Phelan -  Bishop deploys a hidden camera in the lair to spy on the turtles, and gets a lot more than he bargained for!

The Rebellion of 3024 - Kay the Cricketed -  It’s just another day with Mikey, his action figures, and an epic battle on the field of his bedroom floor. Except… usually Leo isn’t there.

What Dreams May Come - Princess Tyler Briefs -  Raph confronts Don as to why he didn’t tell them what was going on when he was ill, and learns more about his younger brother than he ever wanted to. Post-Good Genes

Don’s Secret - hummerhouse -  Sharing an emotional burden usually brings relief, but sometimes it’s a cause for more fear.

Problem Solving - Goblin Cat KC -  The theft of Donatello’s old math books brings past hurts to light, as Donatello discovers that the thief is Leonardo.

We Are the Klunk - PlainSimpleGarak -  A look at life in the turtle’s lair and an adventure gone wrong, told from the point of view of Klunk, Michelangelo’s cat. Inspired by Terry Bain’s novel: We Are the Cat.

EVP - HamsterMasterSamster -  In parapsychology, ‘Electronic Voice Phenomena’ (or EVP) is a term used to describe the voices of ghosts captured on audio recording devices.

Flicker - RenaRoo -  Donatello has been sick for a long time, much longer than he would ever admit. His family just hopes they can help him before his light flickers out.

Versatility - hummerhouse -  The Turtle’s attempts to destroy a drug ring take them out of the city and into a situation they might not be ready for.

Bragging Rights - Cynlee -  Jun is going to prove he is the best Foot, even if it KILLS him. He will bring back the head of Donatello and show them all!

Dinosaurs, PTSD, and Museum Visiting Hours - nightwalker3 -  Donnie never did get to see the dinosaur display.

Waking Up - Flynne -  A 2k3 “Same as it Never Was” what-if story. Michelangelo, Leonardo, and Raphael died in the assault on the Shredder’s stronghold. But what if they hadn’t?

Making the Grade - Splinter -  How can young Donatello make Splinter understand that he knows just about everything? It’s gonna take awhile.

Appliance - dontgiveahoot -  Who repairs the repairer? Who heals the healer? Donatello decides to press on with his workload regardless, with the aid of plenty of coffee and aspirin. After all, it can’t be that bad…

The Virtues of Knocking - calliopechild -  Raph is treated to an evening of learning.

Rainy Day Friends - Goblin Cat KC -  Usagi comes to Leonardo for help as he is targeted by an unknown enemy.

Consequentialism - hummerhouse -  Agent John Bishop has acquired a new piece of alien technology. It would be a boon to his cause, if only he could get it to work right.

If you made it through this list, I encourage you to check out other things these authors have written; I’ve taken up enough scroll time already, but all of them have other great fics to peruse. If you have recommendations of your own, feel free to add to this list! Any and all 2003 fics welcome!

[frerin-shixiong]

Do you write smth?

I write plenty. You can find my works here!

As for a request here, have a little something. It’s not part of anything, just something off the top of my head.

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Pairing: OT4

By: Werecakes (GarnetShell)

Tcest warning

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The paint was cool, the brush’s bristles tickled as it pulled along his leathery skin. The pulse of the music penetrated deep into his bones. He smiled back at the turtle that was using him as his own personal canvas. The concentration was admirable. It was also endearing with how his tongue stuck out so far he could almost lick his own freckled cheek. 

He wiggled his tail playfully making the artist gripe.

“Don’t move, Dee! You’re going to mess up my lines before they can dry.”

Donatello save a fox like smile. He didn’t bother to apologize. He simply wanted to mess with his brother and had achieved it. It was boring being still with his hips up in the air so that Mikey could finish all the swirls and lines of their rave paints. 

It was their surprise for Leo and Raph a fun dance with loud techno music, black lights, and special paints. They even had April get them some glow in the dark fabric that would make their masks light up in brilliant purple and orange. 

“Okay, Done.” Mikey tipped the bottle of paint into his hand giving it a thin coat before slapping one olive butt cheek.

“Hey!!” Donnie protested, glaring over his shoulder.

“Just marking what’s mine.” Mikey grinned.

Red eyes rolled, “Fine, put a red hand print on the other cheek and a blue one on my crotch while you’re at it.”

“Okay!”

“Mikey, no!” 

Two hand prints later Donatello was glaring at his visage in the mirror. The black lights making the hand prints glow strongly. Michelangelo really did a good job of marking him. He shifted himself, turning here and there to look at the different colors.  He rocked his hips side to side in a little dance move and smiled. It looked kind of funny with the hand prints when he did that.

So distracted was he that he didn’t notice  the glow of two blue hands that slipped out of the shadows. They pressed against his body, one around his neck, the other on the curve of his hip. He squeaked when he was pulled back against a strong body that he knew well.

“Beautiful.” The words slipped against his ear making him shiver. 

“I’ll say.” Another voice was added to the other. In the mirror Donatello could see red painted hands press over Leonardo’s naked face, marking his with a tribal red.  Donnie bit his lip and wiggled his tail between Leo’s legs as he watched Raphael run his hands down the sides of Leo’s face and to his neck.

“Cheeky.” Leo smirked. 

“You mean these cheeks?” Mikey chimed in before there was a sound of a slap and Raph growling.

“Mikey!!!” Raphael whirled around, his reflection showing an orange hand print on his butt. 

The paint on Michelangelo’s face made him look like a grinning cat which suited him perfectly. He laughed and scampered away with an angry brother right on his paw painted feet.

Donatello chuckled. He slipped out of Leonardo’s grasp, going over to where the glowing jars of paints were set. He could feel the leader’s gaze watching his every move. He picked up the purple bottle and dipped his finger into it while coming over to Leonardo. He started to place glowing dots over toned muscles in an intricate pattern. 

“You’re good at this.” Leo praised.

Donnie coated the palm of his hand before roughly groping the growing bulge of his brother’s shell. The action earned him a jerk and a predatorial growl. 

“I’m good at a lot of things.” Donnie licked his lips.

“Yes, you are.” Leo leaned in to kiss the other turtle only to have the other pull away, warm hand gone as well, leaving him frustrated. “Donnie.”

An innocent look behind that glowing mask. “What? I’ve got to paint Raph while Mikey has his fun with you. Then we dance.” He let out a churr giving a promise of what was to follow after that. 

“Tease.”

Mikey’s squeal shot past the two. His breathless laughter heaved from behind Leo as he held onto an arm for protection. Raph came soon after only to stop suddenly, Donatello in the way. Olive lips collided with his, he gave a sound of disapproval in not being able to get a hold of Mikey but quickly adapted when a tongue slipped into his mouth. His thick arms wrapped around Donatello, lifting him up while kissing back. Donnie wrapped his legs around Raph’s waist, pouring some more of the paint on his hand in order to slip it over shell and neck. Raphael turned around as if to take Donnie into another room for some “alone” time when the other broke the kiss and pouted in a way he knew none of his brother’s could say no to. 

“No, Raphie. Dance first.”

“Fine.” Raphael kissed at Donnie’s painted neck. 

Donnie grinned over Raph’s shoulder over at Leo who was now getting a work over with orange paint. Leo’s hands were already stroking Mikey’s tail blue. 

With how excited they all were, dancing would be a short event and that was perfectly fine with him.

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Actual legit favorite comment about my TMNT fanfiction right now: “Oh my fucking god woman how do you write fics so fucking fast like this? Do you not sleep? Are you actually Mikey staying up with the laptop in between video games? Or Donnie? You’re Donnie, aren’t you? Hah, I got you, Donnie, go to sleep.”

I’m both? Heh. I can’t actually play video games (a combination of physical and neurological disabilities) but I love watching them, I would watch Mikey play forever. I will also hermit myself in my writing room with the three cats wandering in and out reminding me to eat and I will start writing either a fanfic or part of one of my three urban fantasy novels and then I’ll look at the clock and like eight hours will have passed. If my husband is home (his work in IT/AV sends him around the country) he’ll stop in, nuzzle me, and go cook a meal. Sometimes I will forget to eat or hydrate. I once was hospitalized for this and needed three IV bags to rehydrate. I take after my dad, a painter and sculptor who will lose hours unless my mom, a painter and art teacher, makes him food. Like Donnie, I will immerse myself in research. I’ve got a degree in creative writing, but had I known how my life would turn out, I would have gone for another degree, in psychology, maybe another in neurology.

The reason I made my Tumblr was to store notes for a thesis I wanted to write about Michelangelo and his neuropsychology, why I headcanon all his incarnations as Autistic and ADHD, especially the 2012 Mikey. I wanted to explain how Donnie’s autism wasn’t the only way to show our neurodiversity. That Mikey was autistic, just sliding around other parts of the spectrum infinity knot, occasion bumping into Donnie. (The woman who became my autism mentor is the person who coined the term Neurodivergence, btw) I wrote a short oneshot called “Mikey, The Lifegiver” and it was so well-liked that I turned it into a AU series with a depressed Mikey. It’s up to twelve parts. It might be over, unless the one in my head decides to spill out.

I didn’t think I would write anything beyond my Psionic Mikey AU, “Cold Fire Rising” which was a remake of my old fanfic from the late 90s/early 00s when I finally got online in college. See, I got onto the infamous Ninja Turtles Mailing List run by Andrew Modeen and I made a ton of friends, and I learned a ton of Mirage canon facts. I discovered a lot of fanfic tropes that lots of kids now take for granted. loved and hated. I watched ship wars be born. I watched OC romances and tcest happen even if we didn’t have words for it. Sometimes I look at the Tumblr fandom who thinks the TMNT Fandom might die with the 2012 show and I sigh, because it didn’t die with the 90s films or Archie comics, it didn’t die with the 2003 toon, its going strong with the IDW comic, it’s strong with the 2014/16 films, it’s going to rise with the 2018 toon and the memories of 2012 and 2003. We are legion, we are ancient. We go back to the fucking 1980s, my children. Toys forever.

But anyway. I wound up making sequels. I wound up making a whole Season 5 AU off of one request about Leo and Mikey and Ghost Splinter. I just began a 2003 AU fic off of yet another request. I think “The Sunshine Child” is done, unless new canon episodes inspire a story. The turtle tots episode and the Monsters arc were supposed to happen before “When Worlds Collide” aka the Electric Mikey episode that broke my heart by taking his powers away so I made him keep them and he got more. The Usagi arc was supposed to air just before the futuristic 50 years later series finale arc. So things is messy. But we knew that.

So I write really fast because my mind doesn’t sleep even when I am asleep. My ADHD brain plays movies complete with music. I have to write them. Sometimes they don’t translate or convey all the wording and emotions I see in my head, but according to reviews on FF, I seem to get the point across.

Mind you, my husband and probably my editor would like me to work on the original fiction more. But the thing about fanfiction is that I can take bits and move it to the original work which makes more words I already wrote!

Also, my insomnia NOS means that I don’t sleep or I sleep for like 14 hours. I don’t work, I am on disability insurance, so that probably makes writing easier.

This post got away from me, but I think it answered the question.

This actually reminds me, I should make myself lunch. And drink from that bottle of water on my desk right there.

[nei-ning]

From Different Dimension Ch 7

* This fic will be about 2014 turtles. There might be mild tcest parts in future chapters! -- I woke up early like always and spend my morning with Master Splinter in his room, enjoying morning tea with him. I also asked his permission to go out with little Leo today and it brought smile on father’s face. He liked the idea. Encouraged by him I waited little Leo to wake up and then have breakfast. It was a bit risky to go out at daylight but there still were shadows where I could hide with him. Around 8am little Leo woke and slowly made his way in the kitchen where Mikey was already preparing his breakfast. I watched from further away how little Leo smiled at Mikey after getting plate full of oath meal in front of him with little piece of butter on it. Instead of just going and giving him milk Mikey asked would little Leo rather have orange juice instead of milk. That little head nodded eagerly few times while pointing juice carton. “You look suspicious this morning, Leo.”

“Huh?” Raphael stood slightly behind me, taking few steps slowly closer. “You talked with Splinter about going out with little guy?” “Yes. He gave me his blessing to do so. I will wait little Leo to finish his breakfast and then I will go out with him.” “You have your phone if you need to call?” “You know I always carry my phone with me, Raphael.” “Just wanted to be sure. Hey, little guy! Morning!” And like that Raphael vanished from my side, heading happily towards little Leo who’s whole face shined as he smiled widely to my little brother who bend down to kiss that small green cheek. I heard Don yawning as he too approached me, wishing me good morning while passing me. I heard his tired voice asking Mikey was there any coffee ready. Of course Mikey had thought about Don too and prepared him full pot of coffee. The way how Don sat down and kept his eyes shut was a sign he hadn’t sleep much last night. He had work whole night with our battle shell and if I knew Donnie at all, there were many sleepless nights to come. Sometimes Don just didn’t know when to stop and get some rest. – “Are you ready to go?” I kept my eyes locked on little Leo in front of me as he wore longer jacket for kids. He didn’t seem to like overlong sleeves too much but he didn’t dare to show it too clearly but I saw all those little signs on his face he found them annoying. Placing a hat on his head I smiled at him as he looked up at me. “We need to hide ourselves just in case. Sun’s up and people would see us otherwise and it would be bad.” Little Leo understood. Before heading out Raphael landed his hand on my shoulder making sure we were ready and prepared just in case. I admire his concern over us at times. After convincing him hundreds of times he finally dared to let us go since deep inside he knew little Leo was in good hands. Removing manhole cover silently I made sure none wouldn’t see us and road seemed to be clear. I jumped out and helped little Leo on the street and he stood still by my side as I moved manhole cover back on its place. “Okay, rules.” He looked up at me as I looked strictly down at him. “We stay in shadows, out of peoples sights. We make no sounds – we move as silently as we can. No running away from me at any time. You stay tightly by my side. Do you understand?” Little Leo looked a bit unsure and fearful but he nodded few times. “Good. Then we are good to go. We go on the roof and see where we go from there. Come.” I walked fast but still making sure little Leo was able to keep up with me when we reached for ladders and climb up on the roof. It seemed to be amazing experience to little Leo since he looked all around with wide eyes as wind gently moved his slightly big hat on his head. I allowed him to took his time to look around and admire the view with me. Yeah, New York was very pretty city both at day and night time. It was rare to get to see it at day time. “Hey, L.” Little Leo looked confused, looked around few times and then pointed himself. “Yes, you. I will call you L out here, okay?” And he nodded. “I wanted to ask would you like to take a photo with me?” His eyes grew so wide as his mouth turned fully round and open like an o as he stared at me. I assume it was yes. I knelt down next to him and while I was taking my phone out of my pocket, I escorted him right next to me. “Look at that small spot there. It’s a camera. Keep smiling aaaanddd – there!” I waited my phone to load my newest photo and I showed it to my little version. He made weird raspy squeal sounds as he jumped on his spot holding my phone and staring the photo. It was very nice photo. Sun was raising behind us and we both were having happy smiles on out faces. It was nice photo indeed. I have to ask Don to print it for little L. “Okay, enough. Time to move on. Where do you want to go?” Little Leo turned around looking in all directions and when he spotted ocean at the horizon, he eagerly pointed there. “You want to see ocean?” And he nodded eagerly. “It’s rather far away… But we can go. I carry you. Hope on.” I knelt down and took L on my shell. Making sure he knew he needed to hold on me tight I started to run, jumping from roof to roof, sometimes landing on all fours when I heard peoples voices coming from their balconies. I had to be careful. Little L tho seemed to enjoy his ride on my back. He kept making his weird giggling and silent laughs as I kept running and, whenever I jumped, he made a little louder squeal, his hands taking more tighter hold on my jacket. Yes, I too wore a jacket not to be notice. It took almost an hour for me to reach the buildings near by the ocean but we finally were there, little L gasping eyes wide as I put him down. He looked at me and pointed the edge of the building and I nodded. I walked behind him as he tiptoed fast at the edge raising on his toes to see better far away at the ocean. He soon started to point a boat what slowly slipped through the horizon. I’m sure he wanted to ride one but sadly I couldn’t grant that wish. I knew no one who had a boat and I couldn’t break into someone’s boat to give him a drive. Some seagulls flew over us screaming as the wind from ocean blew past us. The smell of ocean air – so calming and wonderful scent. My sleeve suddenly was pulled few times and I turned to look where that small finger was pointing at. There was small carnival at the shore and little Leo clearly wanted to go there. Can’t blame him since people seemed to have fun there. Sighing I knelt down placing my hands on those small shoulders. “I know you want there but we can’t go there. We are not humans. If we go there we will be seen. We will scare many people and police will come after us. They think we are bad. I would like to go there too but it’s better if we stay away from that place. It’s for humans, not for us.” L made little sound as his lower lip started to hang out more and he turned to look carnival once more. I understood how much pain he was experiencing at the moment. Being a child and wanting to go to have fun but you weren’t allowed because you were different… I heard him sniffing once and it made me feel even more bad. I shouldn’t had bring him here. I squeezed his small shoulder in comforting way but it didn’t seem to help him much. Then – an idea hit me. “Wait here.” I left the roof and landed on the street. Making sure I was super well hidden under my long jacket and my hat was tightly on my head I rushed over the silent road towards the entrance of the carnival noticing a sign board. Open to 9am – 9pm. Hmm, 9pm would be kind of late already but then again little L could sleep longer in next day. Making sure I wasn’t getting any attention from anyone I returned back on the roof meeting with little Leo. “You know what, little guy? You will get to go there but after 9pm. Until then we need to go around the city or go back home and come back later.” L shook his head and then pointed the city. So he wanted to see more of it? Very well. I took him more closer to central square where he saw many different people and lots of happenings, many commercial TVs, lots of stores, lots of everything. He was amazed but then again I had been pretty amazed too when I had seen all this for the first time. We went from roof to roof until L made me stop, pointing at huge toy store. “We can’t go there.” I hated to keep repeating that and make him sad but this time he didn’t give up. He kept pointing towards the store and when I took more closer look at the window, there was huge turtle plush. “You want that?” He made excited and fast panting sounds while nodding. I didn’t understood why he wanted it but he most surely would blew our cover if I wouldn’t go get it. “Okay, I go get it if it’s not too expensive. You wait here.” Instead of letting me go his hold got more tight. D-did he want to come with me? “Leo, I can’t ta--” But he protested looking at me angrily with pout, making his hold even more tight. I sighed deeply while rolling my eyes in my head. “Okay, okay. You can come BUT you stay by my side. No fooling around, no running away or anything. You can’t show anything about yourself to anyone. No hands, no feet, no face. We are really screwed if you or I do that. Understood?” He nodded looking all so serious. I couldn’t help but to chuckle at him a bit. He reminded me so much about Raphael with that expression. I took ladders down with him, heading slowly to a main walking street. I must admit I was darn nervous and tense, on guard all the time and ready to grab L and just run and hide. He took a hold on my jacket’s hem as we waited walk light to go green. I felt him being nervous as well since there lots of people around us but none of them didn’t seem to care about us. I mean you see ALL kind of people in New York. Light turned green and we walked with the group over the road heading straight to toy store. We were greeted by old couple who seemed to own the place. Without wanting to spend too much time in there I marched to them and asked about the turtle plush on the window. It was on sale and they were giving it away with half price because it had been in the store for so long. I paid 50 dollars and climb on the window to get it since I could had never asked those old people to go get it when they couldn’t move so well anyways. I felt their gazes on me and I’m sure they saw my hands when I reached for the plus but neither of them said nothing. I climb back at store’s side looking around but I couldn’t see L anywhere. “Son? Come here, we’re leaving.” I waited and waited and, darn, those seconds felt so long. Soon little Leo came to me holding a bear plush in his hands. It looked very much like the same what he had with him when he came to live with us but I couldn’t buy it to him. I already had buy him one teddy bear which was already wrapped and hidden under my bed, waiting for Christmas. “Go put it back. You already got this big turtle so no teddy.” He stopped like if he would had hit the wall. His blue eyes looked at me sad under his hat but I shook my head. “No. Take it back. You got this turtle already. One toy is enough.” He was swallowing while lowering his gaze on that teddy. It seemed to be dear to him already and I didn’t want to make him cry there but I had no choice. “Son, for the last time. Go put it back. We are not getting it.” So slowly he turned around and walked away with slow sad steps, disappearing behind the shelf. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am. I hate to do that to him but…” I went back more closer to this older woman and leaned towards her, keeping my face hidden and voice low. “After we leave, could you take that bear and put it aside? I will ask one of my friends to come to pick it up later to my son as a Christmas gift. She will pay it and I will pay it back to her. Name’s April O’Neil.” “Sure thing. That wouldn’t be a problem at all, my dear.” I felt relieved and smile escaped on my lips. “Thank you.” I stood up straight hearing little feet hitting the floor. Little Leo came to my side and looked up at me with watery eyes. “Come now, I’m sure Santa will bring you something nice if you’re a good boy. And do you know what a good boy is? Someone who smiles and laughs instead of cries. Come on, smile. You make Mister Turtle here sad too.” I lowered that huge turtle towards L who looked at it for a moment and then petted its head, slowly reaching to hug it. I heard silent “aawwh” from the old lady behind the cash register. I didn’t want to force L to let go but we really needed to go so I took hold on his hand, said bye to the owners and took L out of the store. We found small dead end where we rested a moment. I thought about lecturing little L for that what happened in a store but seeing him now happily hugging that turtles leg made me change my mind. – Carrying that big turtle and L around the city for a whole day was exhausting and it also had made me hungry. Or actually both of us since for a while now I had keep hearing L’s stomach growling as well. Once more I had hid Leo and went on my own way. This time towards pizzeria. I ordered one cheese pizza and took it with me. I thanked God for the fact none wasn’t there before me so I got my order pretty quick since after I left, huge group of younger people came in. Climbing on the roof and hiding in most darkest part L and I sat down and enjoyed our meal. Steamy and warm pizza at the moist and cool city night… It was something and worth to experience. During eating my phone vibrated in my pocket. I text from Raph, of course. “How are you two? Everything okay?” “Everything’s fine. We’ll go check one more place and then we will come home.” “Ok. Don’t be too late. Little Leo needs his sleep.” Hmh, yeah. Like I didn’t need any sleep either. I chuckled silently in my mind releasing hold on my phone, feeling it falling into my pocket. Leaving empty pizza box on the roof we started to head back towards the ocean since clock was soon 9:30pm. I was sure none wouldn’t be there anymore – and there wasn’t. Good. Running fast in shadows over the road to closed and dark carnival area I helped little Leo inside the area following him silently. “Okay, pick a device what you want to use but remember we can’t be here for long. We might get caught.” I looked around in silence. “Besides here can be cameras what might record us.” Little Leo nodded. He understood the risks and rules. He walked all around and picked carousel. He climb on a horse kicking its sides gently smiling and pointing forward. I chuckled while shaking my head. It would never move like that. Stepping closer and making sure power wires were on, but not the light ones, I turned the power one and carousel started to move around silently in darkness. Little Leo seemed to have so much fun and so did I while watching him. After carousel turn L pointed at sweet stall. I couldn’t blame him for wanting some sweets so I picked few for him what he selected, picking few of them more to my family as well. April was the one who once had brought us some sweets from carnival and we had liked them a lot. We passed carousel while heading towards the gates when multiply thud sounds echoed from all around us. Taking fast look all around of us I spotted many foot soldiers. “Oh fu--- fish! You guys couldn’t pick a better night to try to attack me?” No response. Only blades shines in the night as they all revealed their weapons. Giving candy bag to L I stepped more closer to him. “Stay close to me unless I tell you to go away.” Throwing my jacket and hat away I was able to pull my katanas from my back, getting ready to fight. Raphael would kill me if something would happen to little Leo. Steadily staying still I waited their turns and they all attacked me at once. Blocking sword with a sword, arm with an arm and leg with leg I managed to keep up with them. “Leo! Go behind that carousel horse! I need space to move!” Thanks to my sharp senses I heard him taking off slow but surely since he took that huge turtle plush with him. Fast look over my shoulder and I saw him hiding behind a horse. Good. Now I didn’t need to worry about him. Now I could go freely all out and I felt my blocked energy flowing in my arms, legs and whole body as I started to dance with my blades freely. I loved this feeling since it made me go in this blissful and completely relaxed zone which felt like hypnotize or very deep meditation. My body knew exactly how it needed to move and where and when. My eyes were getting half closed as my sharp senses became even more sharp. I felt it clearly when my blade cut flesh, when they just ripped a fabric, when they hit with another weapon or cut just air. At some point my senses started to fade back at their normal state and my eyes slowly opened. Pile of bodies laid on the sad, their bloods coloring part of the beach red. I heard sirens in the distance but I was sure they were heading this way. Placing my swords back in their scabbards I picked up my hat and jacket rushing to little Leo. “We need to go, now. Cops are coming.” L came with me as we both hurried over the road to closet manhole. Placing the cover back above my head I finally dared to sigh loud and deep. Damn, what a day. Feeling cool sewer floor under my toes after last ladder I put my whole weight on my feet, feeling instant sharp pain at my ankle. Looking down I realized I had been cut by one of those darn Foot ninjas. It wasn’t deadly but painful nonetheless. Little Leo poked me and pointed my leg and then made walking movements with his fingers. “No worries, I can walk. It just hurts a bit. Let’s go. It’s late already.” It took a bit longer to reach home because of my ankle and when we reached home, angry Raphael was awake alone and waiting for us. He jumped off from a chair and marched towards us. Little Leo his a bit behind my leg as Raphael came to stop in front of me. “Have you any idea how much the time is?” “I’m fully aware it’s almost 11pm and past little Leo’s bedtime.” “Damn right it is. What took you so long? And what the heck is that big turtle toy?” Little Leo stepped next to me pointing himself. “The reason why it took so long to get back home is that we had way too much fun and no rush to get back. We also did some shopping as you can see. Here’s something for you too.” I handled little sweet bag to Raphael what he took slowly in slight surprise but he managed to say thanks. “Are others in bed already?” “Yeah. Splinter went to bed in his regular time and yes, I checked his leg with Don before letting him sleep. He’s healing well. Mikey went to bed early too. Don was putting up a little fight when I forced him to bed around 10pm as well. Darn he doesn’t know when to sleep and think for his own good. I almost had to drag him in his bed and cover him.” I almost laughed out loud to him when he kept explaining what had happened at the evening. “How about you? Why you’re not in bed?” “Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t had been able to sleep while knowing you and little Leo were still out. What if you would had need my help and I would had been sleeping? You always wait any of us to come home before going to bed so… I thought I at least could do the same.” I felt warm inside after hearing those words. I adored it how much he cared and worried about us. How much we meant to him. “Sorry for keeping you awake. You can go to bed now.” Taking a step with my injured leg, what I already had forgot, made me reel forward with loud hiss. Raphael instantly stepped forward, arms open and ready to catch me, worried look in his eyes. “What the shell…?” Little Leo was pointing my bleeding ankle which now was noticed by Raphael as well. “How the hell you got that? Or actually, never mind. You can talk later. We need to get you to sit down so that I can check that wound.” “I can check it myself.” “Shut it.” Raphael bend slightly down and I felt his arms going behind my knees and shell and with one simple move I was in the air, in his arms. “R-Raphael, I can walk..!” “Yell a bit more and you wake everyone up.” “S-seriously, put me down.” “And let you walk with snail’s speed? Your ankle will get rotten in that time and fall off before you reach that couch so just shut up and let me carry you.” I had to accept my defeat so I kept my mouth shut and allowed myself to be carried on the couch. Little Leo dragged his huge new toy on the carpet next to living room table and climb on turtle’s shell on his stomach. It indeed was huge toy since he was able to lay on it without any problems. Soon his eyes were getting more and more closer and he fell asleep on his toy. “You should take him to bed first. My leg can wait.” “He can wait, not your leg. That darn cut is full of dirt and it needs to be cleaned and all.” Disappearing into needle room Raphael soon came back with first aid kit, placing it on living room table near him. Pulling small chair to himself to sat on Raphael placed my foot in his lap, starting slow and careful cleaning progress. He was extremely careful, checked my wound many times to make sure all dirt, even tiniest ones, had been removed before he went on. I sat there silently watching him working and I couldn’t help but to smile. His big fingers were fast and skilled despite their size. It also was rare to see Raphael ‘fixing’ someone since usually it was him who needed fixing. “Who cut you? And don’t try to give me lies. I have seen so many katana slices that I can easily tell this was made by the sword.” His green eyes rose up to meet mine as he patiently waited answer. “The Foot. Little Leo and I were in carnival after it was closed and when we’re leaving, group of Foot soldiers came there from nowhere.” Raphael instantly turned to look little me. “It’s okay. He’s unharmed. I know you would had kill me if anything would had happen to him. I… I did my best to keep him safe.” Raphael’s head slowly turned back towards me, our eyes locking to stare each other once more. “You took a hit because of it?” “I actually don’t know in which moment I got injured. I was too much into zone during that fight. I noticed the cut after we came back in the sewers.” “I’m glad it’s only a cut. You could had lose your whole foot below ankle.” “I know.” “… You won him that big turtle?” Little hiss escaped me when needle with stitch yarn pierced and went through my flesh as Raphael slowly was pulling the cut close layer by layer. “You okay? I can numb the area better if needed.” “No, no. I’m okay. Just wasn’t prepared to that. Go on.” “Hmh.” “About that turtle. I bought it to him from toy store. He spotted it from the roof and he wanted it so bad. He would had cry a lot if he wouldn’t had got it.” “Tag says it costed 50 bucks. Where you got suck money?” “From April when she and I… You know.” I didn’t want to say anything further just in case if little Leo was or would wake up. Thank God Raphael realized what I was talking about. “Ah, I see. … I assume you two still had fun?” “From my part yes.” “Hmh, it seems he had fun too.” Turning to take a look of sleeping little Leo Raphael turned back on stitching me. “He sleeps with a smile on his face. I’m glad you spend today with him.” “About that… I think we all should spend a day with him. Don could have a turn tomorrow and then Mikey.” “Sounds fair. He get to know us more and all.” Making small knot after stitching my whole wound up Raph cut the yarn and wiped my skin on and around the wound. “There. It ain’t as pretty as Don’s doing but it holds.” “It’s perfect. Thank you.” I was trying to get up but Raphael’s big hand on my chest plate stopped me. “Woah, woah! Where you think you’re going?” “Um, sleep. To my own bed.” “Hold on a sec.” His voice was low and warning so I knew better than go against him. Sitting back down I watched how Raphael squatted and picked little Leo up with the turtle plush, carrying them both near little Leo’s bed. Gently moving little Leo to sleep on his bed, Raphael placed plush on the chair what was near the bed. It seemed he didn’t want to leave it on dirty and moist floor which made sense. Covering little me and kissing his forehead Raphael took his direction towards me. I was gonna get up again but his low growl stopped me in the middle pose of getting up so I rolled my eyes and waited him to pick me up in his arms. “You’re not gonna walk with that leg for now.” “Yes, mom.” He gave me a look and snort but still carried me to my room, placing me on the edge of my bed. Kneeling down Raphael started to take off my leg gears and shoes which made blush spread on my cheeks. “K-knock it out! I can remove them myself.” “I will take only these off. Rest you can take off yourself.” After removing gauze and shoes Raphael kept his words and stepped back still staying in the room and watching me undress. However he didn’t let me stand so taking my pants off was difficult. “Get on your shell and lift your legs up a bit.” Before his words even sank in my mind that well he pushed me on my shell and took a hold on my pants waistline and pulled them down. “R-Raphael!” “What?! I’m helping you! Or do you want to sleep with these dirty pants on?” “… N… No.” “Then shut up. They are off already.” Bending my pants Raphael placed them at the end of my bed, helping me to turn right way on my bed, slowly pulling blanket over my body. “You really didn’t need to do this much.” “I know but I wanted to. Got any complains?” “Of course not. I… I appreciate all what you did. Thanks.” “Hmh, don’t mention it. You’re good now? Need anything?” “Thanks, but I’m all good.” “Good. Go to sleep now then. Keep your phone close so you can call me if you need anything.” “I will, I will. Good night.” “Night.” Watching my room’s door closing behind him made my smile grew wider and wider, my hold getting tighter and tighter on my blanket. Him being so caring made me feel so super happy until I fell in much needed sleep.