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matchibee · 1 year ago

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Domestic Bliss

I've been itching to write some domestic Miguel so please have this. also I speak Spanish but rarelyyyy write it so I apologize if it’s scuffed, lo siento :/

Miguel O'Hara x Reader, don't really use (Y/n) and all that good shit. not proofread, suggestive so read at ur own discretion

Early morning sunlight streamed through withdrawn curtains, the feeling of a small body embracing you from around your neck drawing you in, a soft smile gracing your lips as you peered down at your sleeping daughter

The pads of your feet pressed against hardwood, a shiver running down your spine. The summer sun hung low in the sky, still early, but you couldn't go back to sleep without that familiar warmth that enveloped you from behind -- a helpless middle to the sandwich of adoration that greeted you every morning.

"Amor," You began, rubbing at your eyes to see an energetic Miguel in the kitchen, hand on his hip as he effortlessly looked over the stove -- the sweet smell of a homemade breakfast making you hum in delight. "Why aren't you in bed, Amor. It's too early to be awake."

Miguel chuckled at the way you wrapped your arms around his waist, palms splayed to discreetly feel at the muscles defining his middle.

"I'm not allowed to make breakfast for my family?" Miguel released one of your hands from his middle, your lips pouting at the loss of contact. He brought the detached limb to his lips, placing a loving kiss on the back of your hand.

"Of course you are, Miguel." You returned the hand from whence it was placed, peppering kisses down the bulk of his sculpted back, the sensation tickling the large man. "I just want to have a late morning, sleep in."

"You're more than welcome to sleep in," Miguel had plated the last of the breakfast, turning on his heel to face you. It was only then you noticed the apron wrapped nearly around him. Far too small, decorated in sparkly glue by your daughter, designs undiscernable but Miguel adored it with his entire being.

"Bueños Días, mi vida." Miguel peppered kisses along the top of your head, tilting your chin to face him, planting a fleeting kiss atop your lips, "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, I know how clingy you get when you're sleepy."

You pushed away from Miguel, pout on your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm not clingy."

"Hm? You're not?" His voice had dropped a few many octaves, eyes peering to the band that glimmered against your finger. How he adored seeing it, no matter the time of day, how long it'd been since it graced your frame. The sight always set him aflame with adoration, reminding himself of why he'd decided to place it there in the first place.

How badly he’d wanted to ask you, a fumbling mess despite his outward appearance of confidence. He’d dropped the ring into the fountain of chocolate that had taken far longer to assemble than he wanted to admit, the both of you diving to the chord that powered it.

When he’d found it, coated in melted deliciousness he breathed a deep sigh of relief, cleaning it off as best he could, dropping onto one knee and confessing everything that ran rampant in his heart.

Now here he stood, happier than ever, the love of his life looking away from him as they denied his words.

He couldn’t help it, he adored when they pouted.

Snaking his arms around them, resting firmly on their hips, he backed them into the wall decorated with family photos, careful not to knock anything over. “You know I hate when you do that.” But he didn’t. God, he wished you’d do it more, even if it meant forfeiting control of reason every five seconds.

“You don’t hate when I do anything,” You mended, hopping onto your tiptoes, arms wrapped neatly around his neck.

Exactly how he liked it.

Almost exactly how he liked it.

Miguel’s grip on his hips faltered, fingers splayed neatly as he moved them to the backs of your thighs, hiking you up to where you were pressed up against him just right.

This was how he liked it.

You were desperate for his touch, desperate for his kiss, desperate for his fuck.

You practically clawed at the neckline of his t-shirt, itching to press against him, bare skin against bare skin. You wanted to feel every inch of him beneath your fingers, and in return he’d ravish you like it was the first time.

He certainly would’ve done so, hadn’t it been for the piles of food steadily growing cold.

Hadn’t it been for the voice that called out from the hallway, “Ew!” Any public displays of affection disgusting in her droopy, exhausted eyes.

“Mija! Mira qué linda mi bebé,” Miguel was always doting on the young girl, dropping you from his hold and enveloping the adolescent into his waiting arms, her giggles erupting throughout the kitchen as he blew raspberries against her neck. “How’d you sleep, amor?”

“Bien, papá!” She pushed against her father, laughing wildly as he continued his assault, practically out of breath. “Déjame!”

Miguel refused, over and over, a cycle until the child conceded to her father’s embrace. Miguel was pleased then, seating her on the island separating the kitchen from the dining area.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

The girl nodded her head, a wicked smile on her lips. You knew exactly where this was going, watching in amusement — possibly popping a few of the strawberries Miguel had freshly cut between your teeth.

Miguel hummed, “Aver.”

The girl slapped her mouth closed, giggling behind lips that had been pressed inwards. She shook her head, Miguel looking to you over his shoulder, your hand in the midst of delivering yet another berry to your stomach. You paused, looking to him with a nervous smile, “Lo siento?”

You were definitely next.

Not before long, the brushing situation long behind you, berries in their rightful place, you’d all sat at the table, devouring the meal Miguel had so graciously made. A rare morning together. No school, no work.

No Spider-Man.

“Mira no mas,” Miguel mumbled under his breath, a napkin producing itself from seemingly thin air as he wiped it against your daughter’s lips, “you’re so messy, mamás. What are we gonna do with you?”

“I think she needs to get cleaned up,” You stated, pointing out the obvious. “Maybe we should go on a trip to the beach.”

Your daughter cheered, Miguel not as convinced. “I think that’s the last thing she needs.”

“It’s water?”

“Con sal.”

“Minerals for her growing body, c’mon, amor!” The both of you marched over to her bedroom, Miguel shaking his head, conceding. He called out to you from his place in the kitchen, cleaning up, advising you hurry before all the best are taken.

It didn’t matter where you were, not to you. As long as the three of you were together, you were more than content.

You’d get to see your little girl happy.

You’d get to see Miguel in his swimming trunks.

The perfect day with your perfect little family.

Miguel simply couldn’t wait for more additions.

#across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse x reader #miguel o’hara

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chil-aglia · 27 days ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

Finally caught up with the story now, since quotev is so up to this chapter

This gonna be long one guys...

BUT YOU FINALLY YOU GET TO SEE MY OTHER OC FOR THIS STORY! (Picture above is what he looks)

He’s gonna be pretty important in the story and spice things up, so I hope you all enjoy him!

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If someone were to tell Adriaen that he’d be spending his day in the turtle tank, while he, Donnie and Leo watch out for Raph who was in the hippo costume going out to buy Splinter a new robe, he’d think you're crazy.

Well, guess what? That’s exactly what he was doing. Currently sitting on his seat in the turtle tank as Leo was using the periscope to survey the area and direct Raph around, helping him not bump into people.

"What’s the word? Am I clear?"

"Looks bueño from here. You are go for 'Operation: Let’s Hope Raph Comes Back Alive.'" Leo informs with a soft smirk, Adriaen lightly glared at the red slider at his little comment.

”Seriously? You’re calling it that?”

”Why not? It’s true isn’t it.”

Raph shouted in the earpiece, his voice echoing throughout the tank which had the others cover their ears.

“Would you stop calling it that?”

Donnie sighs as he changed the subject, smiling in excitement, “A first ever exploratory expedition in daylight! They are gonna name sewers after you, pal.” He praises, eagerly shifting his weight on his seat at the thought of this mission in daytime.

“I fit right in with all the mascots. This hippo suit works great in Times Square!”

“Totally, but for the record, I still think my trench coat idea would’ve worked.”

Adriaen scoffs at Mikey’s comment, shaking his head at him. “You gotta stop watching those movies.” He deadpans, in response Mikey stuck his tongue out at him in protest. Using the periscope, Leo spies on the clothing store, speaking up with a smirk plastered on his face. “Ho-ho! There’s the store.” He pointed out, which was immediately added onto from Mikey who slightly yells in the earpiece at Raph.

“Go get Splinter’s birthday gift. Our eyes depend on it!"

Adriaen sweats as he recalled a few days ago of the…sight.

It had been a regular day, the turtles spending their moments watching TV since Splinter was doing something else. Adriaen was sitting in the chair where Splinter normally sat, Leo was purposely riling up the black masked turtle by laying across his lap, feet hanging in the air as he poked Adriaen’s arm.

Splinter appears, the group unaware of his presence, his red robe being as dirty and tattered as ever, “Time for today’s training. It’s a little drafty." He announces to the others, catching their attention as he scratched his rear end.

The boys turn their attention away from the TV and over to Splinter, being instantly met with the horror of the grubby looking rat.

All five letting out a series of being disgusted at the sight.

“Oh, no!"

"My eyes!"

"That mole is growing a mole." Donnie whispered in fascination but also in utter horror, Leo shakes his head and turns to his brothers and Adriaen, “We gotta get him a new robe." He stated and for once Adriaen agrees with him.

”No kidding. I might actually get sick from looking at him.”

Splinter grunts, clapping his hands together to get their attentions once more, unaware of what they were even saying. “Who’s up for jumping jacks?" He announces before jumping up and down which only had the turtles scream in horror.

Adriaen shuddered at the memory, shaking his head to focus back on the present, which was to help Raph and keep an eye out for him.

“Steady as she goes...old man on your right. Kid on your left. He’s got peanut butter ice cream.”

Donnie gasps before calming down, quickly instructing Raph. “Oh no! Your allergies! Evasive Maneuver! Evasive Maneuver!” He says, as the large mutant turtle in the hippo costume quickly dodges around the ice cream boy and then re-balances himself with a sigh of relief.

“Close one.”

Raphael looks around at all the humans who are none the wiser.

“Oh, man. This is crazy cool. First turtle to ever skate through a crowd totally unnoticed. And his name is Raph.”

Adriaen cleared his throat as he leaned forward slightly, “Raph, focus back on the mission.” He refocuses him, sure he could understand why Raph would get distracted by all this, but Adriaen didn’t want any unnecessary trouble happening.

DING

Adriaen perked up slightly at the sound of the notification appearing on a panel in front of Donnie who blinks, “Video text from April.” He stated, instinctively opening the video as it shows a gif of a cartoon hippo with a turtle face wearing a red bandana, pooping chocolate chip cookies on a rainbow.

The video earned a smile and slight chuckle from the boys.

"April’s memes are so lit!" Mikey laughs, Donnie nodding in agreement as he leans back into his seat. “You know, I bet you think I wouldn’t like cookies coming out of butts, but it turns out I do.” He concluded, causing a little laugh to escape his lips. Adriaen smiled lightly, it wasn’t because of the video itself, he just found it rather fitting considering their own red masked turtle was in a hippo suit currently.

Its like she’s a mind reader.

Leo went back to keeping an eye out on Raph who had bumped into a smiling man but nothing major happened, Raph apologised, and the creepy guy went on his way.

"You got this, bud. Now go get that robe, our night terrors end today."

“Yes!”

Raph puts a hand in his hippo costume pocket and finds nothing, he checks all his pockets frantically, mumbling to himself in a panic.

"What? No, no, no. My wallet. My wallet!”

Raph quietly yelps and then politely starts asking passing tourists, “Excuse me. Have you seen my wallet? There’s a skull on it and a teddy bear Town Frequent buyer card inside.” He explains and have the details of his lost wallet, Donnie widens his eyes and looked to everyone to see if they heard it too.

“Did he just say he lost his wallet?”

Raph was quick to shut down Donnie comment, obviously fibbing. “No!” He yells before whimpering lightly as he whispers to the passing humans.

”Have you seen my lost money?”

Leo, Adriaen, Donnie and Mikey all speak over each other on the radio, all equally annoyed and frustrated with Raph at him losing their money.

“You did lose it!”

“Oh, no...”

”Raph, I put in $40 to help get Splinter a robe. You did not just lose that.” Adriaen hissed, and rightfully he has a reason to be annoyed, that money was something he’s been saving in case he found anything for himself. Leo sighs in annoyance, quickly interrupting everyone as he glared towards Raph who naturally couldn’t see him anyway. “Well, you better find it.” Leo ordered which obvious had Raph panicking quietly.

“Why does a hippo have pockets?”

“Do not tell me you lost it in the lair.”

Leo was once again quick to slightly calm down the rising tension, speaking to Raphael over the radio, “Where’s the last place you had it?” He asked, but Raph who had been listening to their complaints groans and got overwhelmed.

“Stop talking! Stop talking!”

Raph had tried to run away only to bump into a man and fall down, causing Raph’s hippo mascot head to fall off. All of the humans take notice of a mask-less Raph down on the ground.

The four other turtles inside the tank who has witnessed the scene from the window all gave out a fearful yell.

“Ah!”

Mikey shook Adriaen’s shoulder, chanting to him repeatedly in a state of disbelief. “Start the tank! Start the tank!” He begs, Adriaen sweating as he lightly pushed Mikey off him, “I can’t start the tank I’m not the driver.” He stated, after all it was Leo who was in the driver's seat this time.

Raph is frozen in terror as all the humans stare down at him.

“Uh…uh…”

A woman holding a baby stare at Raph, and then smiles, catching him and the others off guard as the lady praises Raph instead. “Your costume! It’s great! You’re the turtlepotamus meme, right?” She inquired, which earned a sigh of relief from the four turtles inside the tank.

Raph was also relieved but now he was just confused by what she meant by meme. “What meme? I mean, yes, meme. Yes, meme. Yes, that meme.” He nods, obviously not understanding.

He jumps back up to his feet, leaning forward slightly in puzzlement, “Which meme, now?” He asks once again where everyone points at the Times Square screens that show a hippo turtle meme that looks conveniently like Raph exactly as he is right now.

“Yes! I’m that. There’s nothing else in the world I could possibly be.”

“You’re the best and cleanest Times Square mascot I have ever seen. Here’s my baby! He loves memes!” The woman suddenly my handed her baby into Raph’s giant hands, before he could even register what was happening the woman then took a picture of him and her baby and trades him a five-dollar bill for the baby.

”Did she just…pay Raph for a picture?” Adriaen uttered to the others who were also a little shocked, until Leo smirks at an idea brewing in his head. “That gives me an amazing and genius idea.” He proudly claims before he heard Raph‘s voice over the radio.

“Uh, Ma’am? You misplaced your five dollar bill directly into my palm.”

Clearing his throat for a brief moment, Leo quickly responded to the confused Raph and started his little mission on retrieving the money that Raphael had lost.

“Roll with it, bud. She’s paying you for the picture. Keep working the crowd and maybe you can get back all of our money you lost.”

“Allegedly lost.”

Adriaen crossed his arms and deadpans at Raph who was still defending himself about the lost money. Adriaen rolled his eyes and glanced at Donnie and Mikey. “He totally lost it.” He stated which the two other turtles nodded in agreement.

And so, Raph began earning cash by working the crowd, taking pictures and signing autographs. At first it was crazy, actually no, it was crazy. But it was working as each moment passed the hippo headpiece slowly gets filled with money as Leo, Mikey, Adriaen and Donnie watch from the tank and keep track of the earnings. Raph begins to draw attention away from the other mascots, which no doubt was making them annoyed.

After what felt like a very long time of collecting the money, Raph decided to make an announcement, holding up a kid on his shoulder as he draws in nearby people.

“Hear ye, hear ye, people of Times Square! The most famous turtle hippo in the world is available for pictures and quinceañeras.”

That’s certainly one way to get attention.

Suddenly another mascot appeared, one that was dressed as Atomic Lass, a character that Donnie was obsessed with as a child and no doubt still is. Adriaen could remember the times Donnie would just rant on and on about the character.

“I can’t believe you guys are falling for this hack! Memes come and go, but we’ve always been here for you...for a small fee.”

The crowd looks less than enthused about Atomic Lass in which Raph chuckles smugly.

“Hm. Let’s show these newbies how we roll.” Atomic Lass calls out to the other mascots who suddenly all snap their fingers and approach Raph, singing as well.

Robot Vampire singing in a Transylvanian accent approaches Raph. “If you wanna make friends you got to know your place.” She had sung, but since it was a little hard to watch from the tank through the window since they were quite far away, Donnie dashes to the tank’s periscope and shoves his head next to Leo’s to watch through the periscope.

“My hero, Atomic Lass, may be about to sing.”

”Seriously? That’s what you wanted to see?” Adriaen raised his imaginary eyebrow at Donnie before looking away and squinting his eyes at the front window to watch Raph and these mascots.

The old mascots are dancing threateningly around Raph and steal the hippo head full of cash from his hands.

Joey the junkyard dog mascot got around Raphael, singing as Raph tried to keep his eyes on him.

“Don’t step on people’s parts or they’ll get into your face.”

“That’s not neighborly— ”

Raph was shoved from behind, even Adriaen was a little bewildered at what he was witnessing. Were the mascots really trying to humiliate Raph?

“If you do what we tell you then you’re gonna be fine!” Atomic Lass danced over to him, as Raph couldn’t help but glare warningly at her and the others.

“You really don’t want to mess with me.”

He gets hit in the knee with a crowbar from the Joey mascot. Forcing him kneel on the ground in pain.

“Ow!"

The Sergeant mascot threatens Raph with his beak held under Raph’s throat.

“Or else there’ll be an oopsie and I’ll break your spine.”

Adriaen who had seen enough stood up from his seat, eyes narrowed slightly as he looks to the others. “There’s no way we’re going to let Raph get humiliated like this.” He noted, if it was one thing that could easily rile up Adriaen, it’s when the four brothers were in trouble or threatened.

Leo steps away from the periscope and scowls, nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, nobody messes with Raph like that! Except for us. Suit up!"

Upon his words he, Mikey and Donnie put on their disguises which was really just terribly made pieces of alien clothing to make it seemed like they were cosplaying. Adriaen didn’t really want to dress up, but Donnie and Leo had forced him to wear something to look the part when they first created their disguises.

All Adriaen wore was a dark grey belt across his lower half, much similar to Leo’s belt but with an alien symbol that Mikey painted on.

"Time to teach those creeps a lesson and earn the money back for pop’s gift. And we’re gonna do it Jupiter Jim style.” Leo announces confidently, pressing the button on the side as the tank's doorway opens. Leo wears his fanny pack, Donnie wears his alien antennas and goggles and hovers with the rotors on his Battle shell, and Mikey wears his shades and homemade fishbowl helmet. And Adriaen…with a simple grey belt, looking rather unimpressed and arms crossed. He didn’t see the need for an alien disguise, didn’t they all look alien enough?

“I can’t even recognise myself!” Mikey squeals in excitement, as he turns to Adriaen and while it was only one thing he wore, Mikey still praised him. “Wow! You look awesome Adri!” He compliments while the latter just stared at him.

”It’s literally just a belt.”

”An awesome one.”

Before anything else was exchanged between the two, Leo stepped forward to lead the charge. Adriaen had noticed that while Leo never thought he would be all leader like, he did always step up when Raph wasn’t always with them, and even if he was, Leo still somehow at times took charge or hyped up everyone.

“Jupiter Jim turtle aliens, ahoy!”

“Let’s go!”

“Yes, to all of that!”

”Don’t call me a Jupiter Jim alien—“

One by one they race off to get to Raph’s side, not before Donnie comes back and closes the tank's door via remote, whistling as he waits for it to slowly close, when it was closed Donnie quickly caught up to the others.

Adriaen noticed that the old mascots were playing keep-away with the hippo head full of cash while Raph was trying to get it back.

“Remember to tip Robot Vampire or she’ll suck your blood.”

The mascots work together to knock Raph over onto his back. The Sergent mascot leans over and threatens Raph in a low voice.

“And we’ll spill yours if you ever invade our turf again, ya puke.”

Adriaen scoffs before being the first to leap up and jump on a mascots head, it being Joey the junkyard dog and landing behind Raph. The other three copy Adriaen and they too landed behind Raph.

“Ah! What the-?!”

“Jupiter Jim’s turtle aliens flying in to rescue one of our own.” Leo announces, as Adriaen tried not to cringe internally at such a horrible statement.

“Yeah!”

Donnie was far more focused on a certain mascot, Atomic Lass, being delighted as he stared at her. “I can’t believe I'm close to my childhood idol, Atomic Lass!” He squeals out like the obsessed fan he is. This earned him glares from the others in which Donnie realised what was happening and awkwardly smiled. “Oh right. Bad guys. Yeah, I’m on it.” He assures before focusing his attention back onto the matter at hand.

The Sergeant mascot humphs before glancing back at the other old mascots. “Show these folks how we mascot downtown, Robot Vampire.” He encouraged, watching as the old mascots and the turtles square off in Times Square surrounded by an interested crowd.

Robot Vampire rolls forward and activates the stereo installed in her body. Music starts blasting before Joey leaps forward and break dances, spinning his legs around and lands on his feet, poses with his arms crossed.

Hold on…a dance battle?

While it did take a moment for them to register what was happening, Raph chuckled confidently and gazed over at Mikey. “Mikey?” He prompted, in which Mikey prompted back in confidence as well.

“Donnie?”

“Activate music mode." Donnie responded as his battle shell ejects its top layer, transforming into a DJ station, and it flies over and hovers in front of Mikey. Mikey placed his fingers on the device and began to play his own music.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Adriaen questioned to no one in particular, Leo smirking and chuckling as he had his ōdachi sword on his shoulder, bouncing his head lightly to the beat of the music Mikey plays for him.

”Oh you know it. Keep your eyes on me Adri, I’m about to wipe the floor with this dog.”

Leo takes to the floor to answer the dance off challenge, doing some break dancing and fast footwork. Adriaen kept his eyes on the situation in front of him. He wasn’t entirely worried about Leo, he knew that the blue masked red slider was an excellent dancer, he’s seen him break dance and do all sorts of tricks in the lair.

“Time to go to obedience school.” Leo sasses to Joey the junkyard dog who growls lightly at him.

“Not fair, bringin’ a sword to a chain fight.”

Joey pulls out a long brutal chain and whips it at Leo who had shifted left to right, dodging the chains with his dance moves and chopping the chain shorter and shorter with his ōdachi.

“Now who’s a bad boy?”

Leo grabs what’s left of the chain and throws Joey across the square and into a food cart.

“You are.”

Adriaen couldn’t help but grin at Leo’s confidence, Adriaen was no dancer like Leo but even he felt a little hyped up.

Atomic Lass goes next, doing hip-hop moves and shocking Leo with a hip pose, causing him to be too stunned to respond. But of course, Donnie leaps in, surfing into the fray on his rocket activated tech-bō.

“Outta the way! I get to dance with her.”

Donnie lands and puts his weapon away and starts dancing next to Atomic Lass. “Comin' at ya!” He commented before gesturing for Atomic Lass to dance. After Atomic Lass does some of her own moves, Donnie takes her hand and dances around with his idol. He dips her which honestly had Adriaen face palm.

“Any chance you and Atomic Lad are Splitsville?”

Some teenage girls squeal and faint at Donnie’s rare charm while Atomic Lass chuckles. Donnie is suddenly body-checked by the Sergeant and is sent flying, landing on his face.

The Sergeant starts country stepping, switching up the styles of dances.

“You dance as good as you cosplay, son!”

“Hey! Dance-pick on somebody your own size.” Raph stepped in dancing around in his hippo suit and dance like his brothers.

“Whoo!”

Adriaen felt…a bit out of place with this crazy little “battle”. He wasn’t as good as the others; he was stiff and awkward. It was probably one of the rare times he wasn’t entirely good at something. Atomic Lass decides to take it up a notch, as the Sergeant and Joey flip in unison, land and dab while the Atomic Lass mascot jumps in front, spins and walks in place to the techno beat.

The turtles were both impressed and dismayed at the display. “Oh…” They all mumbled, watching as Atomic Lass finished with a pose.

“Bring it, ya puke!” The Sergeant mascot challenges. Before Adriaen could just ask the guys if they could just take the money Raph earned and go, he was dragged into a huddle up. They smirk and come up with a quick plan. “Okay Mikey you still have some smoke bombs, right?” Leo inquired, earning a nod from Mikey. “Okay, Donnie, think you can hook up the screens in Times Square to play…I don’t know how about that turtle hippo meme?” Leo gazed to Donnie who gave a thumbs up. “Scoff. Of course I can.” He smirks in pride.

“Good, Raph and Adriaen you follow my lead.”

Raph nodded with Trudy in his brother as Adriaen seemed hesitant, “Uh Leo…” He mumbled but didn’t get a chance to put his input in as they all got out of the huddle and press their backs together. Mikey throws a smoke bomb, and they all disappear.

All of the screens in Times Square suddenly glitch and then turn into the turtlepotamus meme. In a blink of an eye the turtles reappear on a catwalk in front of the biggest screen and get into formation for their out of the blue choreographed dance.

Adriaen was a little slow, but he tried to copy and keep up, stomping his feet and rolling his arms. The crowd roars and puts more money in the hippo head riding around on Donnie's drone, which is making rounds. Leo noticed how uncomfortable and awkward Adriaen looked so he grabbed his hand assuringly and jumped down together with him once they finished their dance. The turtles landed back on the ground and look up in triumph. Donnie taps on his gauntlet and retrieves the drone and the cash.

Leo grins, still holding Adriaen’s hand who didn’t seem to mind all that much. In fact, it sort of eased the tension Adriaen felt earlier in him.

“Oh-ho-ho! It has been ‘broughten.’ Now, let’s go get dad’s robe.” Raph concluded, thinking this was all finally over. I mean it was obvious the turtles had won the dance off, so they turn around and began walking off.

Atomic Lass throws her surprisingly heavy hammer at Donnie with a snarl.

“Give us the green, Green!”

Donnie had managed to duck, and the hammer strikes a statue and lodges there, Adriaen quickly slipped out of Leo’s hold to focus on the fight as Atomic Lass rushes Donnie who uses his tech-bō to keep her from grabbing him as they tussle. A button is accidentally pressed, and one end of his staff morphs into a small rocket engine which blasts Atomic Lass away.

Donnie loses control of his weapon.

“Sorry! Gah! Run!”

The tech-bō rockets away as Donnie tries to grab it, but it hits Atomic Lass in the head, causing her Mascot head to fly off and her headless body collapses on the ground.

Donnie recoils and panicked. “Oh, no! No, no...” He uttered as Mikey freaked out beside him. “Oh, me gosh! You knocked that lady’s head clean off!” He stated as Adriaen narrowed his eyes at the mascot on the floor. He was about to step forward to check if she was actually dead, but he didn’t need to when she stood up and then a head pops from the neck hole. Atomic Lass being the creepy bearded man Raph had bumped into earlier.

“You!”

The hammer lodged in the stone statue starts to spark as something shorts, it opens up, dropping valuables and wallets, including Raph's.

“You stole my wallet! It better still have my Teddy Bear Town— ”

The Sergeant Woodpecker mascot starts pecking at Raph’s hands when he reaches out for the loot.

“Hey! Alright, let’s see what your ugly mug looks like!”

Raph glares before he fights Sergeant swiftly knocking his costume head off with his tonfā. The Sergeant stands headless for a second, then a massive ugly cockroach head appears, screeching.

“Didn’t see that one coming.” Adriaen mumbles, bewildered as Raphael yelps and more roach heads pop out from the other mascot's heads.

They had all been mutant roaches, screeching menacingly which caused the human crowd to scream and flee the square.

“Metamorphosis! That took an unexpected left turn!” Donnie announced in shock as well, blinking ahead. Atomic Creepy Man comes up behind Donnie and Mikey, who turn just in time to see the creepy man mask to be shredded by the roach underneath, which screeches at them as well.

All the mutants stand around in the square.

“You thought you were the only mutants in New York?!” The Sergeant roach mascot exclaims at the turtles who were still processing everything.

“Look, all we wanted was a little money to buy our pops a gift!”

“Boo hoo! Tell it to one of your teddy bears.”

The Sergeant rips up Raph’s customer loyalty card and blows the pieces into Raph’s face, Adriaen widens his eyes when he knew that Raph was going to snap.

”Uh oh.”

"Don’t you dare make fun of Dr. Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles or Cheech!"

And just like that. He snapped.

Raphael winds up and hits Sergeant Roach across the square with his tonfā. Mikey quickly jumps forward, grabbing his brothers and Adriaen’s attention.

“Let’s get everybody their money back!”

Donnie lands next to him, spinning his tech-bō, and Mikey and Donnie start fighting alongside Raph. Leo and Adriaen stood from the sides, but they too were attacked when Joey kicks Leo into a gyro stand. “Leo!” Adriaen called out before turning his attention onto the roach, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“I may not be a dancer…”

He took out his kama’s and threw one at Joey, who dodged and laughed at the fact Adriaen missed, but with a simple flick of his finger, the kama rotated in mid-air and flew back towards Adriaen, it went pass Joey who gasped in surprise, especially when the blade of the kama cut his cheek.

Adriaen caught his kama with his free hand and pointed it at Joey.

”…but I’m very good at fighting.”

Joey growls and charged ahead at Adriaen who got into a defensive stance, but he didn’t need to do anything when Leo jumped in front of him with sauce from the gyro cart and quickly squirted them into Joey’s eyes.

“Paws off, bug guy!”

Joey flails at the sensation of the sauces, chasing Leo around until Leo kicks him in the chest and takes him down.

“Lame!” Leo triumphantly calls out, Adriaen walks over, weapons in hand still. “Thanks for the save.” He muses lightly, Leo smiling at his praise with a thumbs up. Adriaen looked behind himself when he heard Donnie fighting Atomic Lass…or he should say Atomic Roach.

Donatello sends a verbal command to his tech, “Spider shell engage!” He announces as the back at the Turtle Tank his spider battle shell engages and launches to home in on Donnie.

Donnie turns and releases his current battle shell with a blast, hitting Atomic Roach in the chest with it and sending her flying. Donnie leaps up in the air as the spider battle shell arrives and attaches over his soft shell. He quickly leaps to the opposite end of Times Square and squares off with Atomic Roach, the four telescoping arms in his battle shell extending out to their max.

Where does he find the time to make those sorts of things?

Unimpressed, Atomic Roach sprouts six much more impressive arms from her body, stealing Donnie’s thunder.

Meanwhile, Mikey is fighting Robot Roach, riding around on Donnie’s hovering DJ station. Leaping forward and kicking Robot Roach in the head, as he then uses his kusari-fundō to hit her more.

“You give robot vampire cockroaches a bad name! Cowabunga!”

Mikey wraps his weapon around her like a whip and swings the roach around until she's flung into one of the giant screens in Times Square, smashing it. Adriaen witnessed Donnie climbing past Robot Roach on the screen with his Spider battle shell as Atomic Roach chases after him, to which had Donnie dodging angrily.

“You’re ruining my childhood fantasy of the two of us fighting crime together with Uranium Bill!”

Adriaen hums as he glanced down at his own weapons before throwing them towards Atomic Roach who at this point was going to knock off Donnie.

But thanks to the kama’s, she didn’t get a chance too, being sliced by the kama’s who fly around her, going in and out of the way while Donnie used the distraction to get a few hits of his own.

This is difficult than it looks…

He was sweating, using his hands to control his weapons but they were still so new to him. He didn’t have the time to practice with them and when he did, it didn’t last long with the brothers causing some kind of chaos, and he got dragged into it.

He couldn’t handle any more, feeling his energy slowing down as he calls back his weapons to his grasp with a flick of his wrist going inwards towards himself, catching them when they landed on his palms. ”Whoa! Nicely done Adri!” Leo praised with awe at what he saw, he never say this out loud, or at least to Adriaen’s face, but seeing him use the kama’s, despite not getting the full hang of them just yet was still attractive for Leo.

I think I just fell in love. Again.

Atomic Roach knocks Donnie off the screen and onto a catwalk. She attempts to attack him, but Donnie blocks her with his tech-bō.

“You’ve left me no choice. But we’ll always have Times Square.”

Donnie pushes a button on his weapon that activates a jumbo-sized bug zapper and blasts Atomic Roach away, causing her to screech and crash land on a shopping cart. Meanwhile, Sergeant Roach runs past holding the hippo head stuffed with Raph's hard-earned cash.

“Hey! The creep’s got our money!” Leo yells, focusing back on the issue at hand, but not to worry as Raph whacks Sergeant Roach in the head with his tonfā, sending the mutant flying into his compatriots. The red masked snapping turtle retrieves their money, holding up the hippo head full of cash as he poses over the pile of knocked out Roaches.

“Boom! Thank you, Times Square!”

The brothers cheer and clap, Adriaen crossing his arms comfortably and in relief that they got the money back, now they can finally get that robe for Splinter.

”Well done. Quite impressive.”

They froze at the sudden voice, it was new. They hadn’t heard of it before, so naturally they all gather together and look around for a sign of this unfamiliar voice.

”Not to mention those weapons of yours are something else entirely.”

Footsteps.

Adriaen narrowed his eyes ahead, shadows of the buildings blocking his view of the stranger who got closer and closer before stepping out into the open.

What they all saw, shocked them all.

”No way…” Donnie widens his eyes, as Mikey quips in, poking his head in between Leo and Adriaen as he gasps.

”A…another turtle?!”

He was correct. The stranger standing before everyone was another mutant turtle, much like them. With dark green skin, but not too dark, a pale shade of off-white for his plastron and a brown colour on his shell.

The stranger also had light grey splotches on his shoulders and legs, he also wore a mask. Similar to the others, his mask being grey with long tails, like Leo’s and Adriaen’s. Adding to his appearing he had on a pair of long dark grey fingerless gloves and the socks on his legs having a matching scheme, reaching just below his knee. The sock lacks coverage on his ankle and toe as well.

This turtle also had a light grey belt that has two straps both going in the same direction, perched on the left of his shoulder.

But his eyes…that’s what Adriaen noticed the most out his appearance. They were an eye-catching golden colour, staring right into their souls.

With a calming smirk, the other turtle raised his hand up and began to speak once more. “I see I’ve shocked you with my sudden appearance. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ronin, and just like you, I’m a mutant turtle.” He stated with a smile, it was strange for Adriaen to witness.

”I was going on about my day when I saw a commotion in Times Square. To my surprise, I see the five of you fighting against….”

He paused and glanced over at the pile of unconscious roaches in mascot costumes.

”Those things.”

He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the others. “Crazy, isn’t it?” He muses with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. He heard groaning and once again looked back at the roaches, they were gaining consciousness. He hums and pulls out a pocket watch. ”Hold on a second guys.” He says, before they all witness the watch glow and emit out some kind of green light. In seconds the world seemed to just…stop.

”Whoa! What did you do?! Everyone is not moving.” Mikey exclaims, Donnie tilting his head in fascination.

”What did you do?”

“Easy. I stopped time with this.” Ronin showed them the pocket watch, the turtles all leaning forward to get a better look at it. “You stopped time with this? How is that even possible?” Raph raised his eyes in confusion, Ronin giving a light chuckle at their puzzled looks and questions.

”It’s a mystical watch. With this I’m able to pause time for however long I want. However, downside is that it’s only a one-time use, once I unfreeze time, this watch will be useless to me.”

”How’d you get this in the first place?” Leo wondered, sounding a little suspicious of Ronin. “From the Hidden City. They have all kinds of stuff there.” He bluntly told, putting the watch away. Adriaen had enough of this, he was observing Ronin this whole time and he just couldn’t shake off an eerie feeling from him, he stepped forward, having his attention.

”What is it that you want from us?”

”Oh? You don’t sound so trusting of me.”

Leo was quick to Adriaen’s side, narrowing his eyes at the stranger who appeared out from the shadows.

”Can you blame him? You came up to us all creepy like from the shadows and stopped time. I’m not so trusting of you either.”

Ronin blinks before sighing as he relaxed his muscles. “Fine, fine. I’ll reintroduce myself then.” He assures, smirking as he narrowed his eyes at the group.

”My names Ronin. And I was hired to keep my eyes on you.”

Raph blinks and tilted his head at the comment, “Hired? By who?” He inquired but Ronin shook his head at him, waving his finger mockingly.

”Sorry, can’t say. Against policy.”

”There’s a policy for that?” Adriaen mumbles, causing Ronin to smile at him as he then exhales out. “Even so…my client didn’t say anything about not fighting you.” He threatens, his smile widening a bit as he charged at the turtles with incredible speed. Adriaen didn’t even see him take out his sword before swinging down on them.

It was almost too fast for them to keep up with, but Leo being the fastest of the five got in front and blocked with his ōdachi. He grunted at the impact he felt from the blades, his shoulders and legs shaking to hold him still as Ronin chuckled, not looking to be affected as he pressed his sword down onto Leo’s ōdachi more.

“Not bad. But could be better.”

Leo glares at him and managed to actually shove him back away from the group. Ronin slides back, using his feet to balance himself from not falling, in the seconds he was recovering from the shove, the gang quickly ran in with weapons out to attack.

”Well this isn’t fair. Five against one?” He muses, easily dodging and parrying their attacks, he managed to pick them off one by one, kicking at their chests and sending them back.

Adriaen recovered quickly and ran back in, kama’s in hand as he swipes left and right at Ronin who grins and steps back to dodge the blades coming his way. He jumps up onto the catwalk that the turtles were on earlier doing their little final dance. Adriaen followed pursuit of Ronin, their blades clashing together.

Ronin jumps up in the air and comes down at Adriaen who blocked his sword, using his kama’s in an ‘X’ position. The two struggled against each other, both pushing their weight against their clashed blades to see who would falter first.

”You aren’t so bad compared to them. Handsome and skilled. What a pretty combination.”

Ronin was flirting with Adriaen who was taken back by his sudden choice of words. Seeing the moment he was caught off guard, Ronin swiftly used his foot and tripped Adriaen down, making the latter grunt when he fell back, dropping his kama’s that fell down to ground level.

He didn’t have time to get up as Ronin had pinned him down, using his knee to apply pressure onto Adriaen’s chest who struggled against his weight.

He’s clearly a skilled fighter. And stronger than he appears to be…

”You know cutie. You and I are quite alike.”

Adriaen narrowed his gaze at Ronin, “We’re nothing alike.” He snaps but Ronin didn’t seem to care as he leans down closer to him, whispering in his ear.

”Really? Cause I know where you and the others come from. You did pay a visit to Baron Draxum sometime a go, right?”

Adriaen froze in stunned silence. His eyes wide and staring right at Ronin who leans back and smirked down at him, still pinning him down, not that Adriaen was even fighting back against him anymore.

”How do you—“

Before Adriaen could even start his interrogation, he was interrupted when Leo jumps up and swung his sword at Ronin.

“Get away from him!”

Ronin quickly jumps back, letting Adriaen free as he used his sword to block the attacks from Leo, who was protecting Adriaen. Leo and Ronin have a little sword fight, Adriaen sat up and watched the two go at it, he was even more surprised when Leo managed to make Ronin lose his sword as the sword was on the ground level far away.

Ronin however was more amused than worried as he cheekily praised Leo for his sword and its abilities. Leo aiming his ōdachi at Ronin who mockingly claps.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Since you showed me your power…I’ll show you mine.”

Both Adriaen and Leo were stunned when Ronin had all of a sudden, manifested his sword out of thin air and attack Leo, easily taking him down.

He’s got a mystical weapon too?! Not only that, but it also seems he can make the weapon appear in his hands any time…

The turtles all re-group and glare at Ronin who stared at them before putting his sword away. The weapon going into the sleeve on his back as he jumps up, using the buildings to swiftly climb his way up and onto a rooftop. “I’ve seen what I needed to see. Let’s all catch up again soon yeah? Oh, and see ya later handsome.” He winks at Adriaen which Leo wasn’t pleased with, letting out a low growl of annoyance, but before anyone could do anything, Ronin threw down a smoke bomb and he vanished away. Time reverting back to normal.

“Just who was that guy?” Mikey asked no one in particular, Raph hums in thought, “I don’t know. But man, he was so cool!” He smiled, Donnie nodding along.

”He is way more advanced in fighting than us.”

Leo scoffs, putting away his ōdachi and crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. “Please, did you see the way I knocked his sword away? He wasn’t that good, right Adri?” He smirks in pride, side eyeing Adriaen who walked away and picked up his kama’s that he dropped earlier.

His mind was elsewhere however.

He knows our origin? Does that mean he knows what I am? Why Draxum called me a failed experiment?

Leo had walked over and placed a hand on Adriaen’s shoulder, who lightly gasped and turns to Leo when he realised, he wasn’t listening.

”Huh? What’s up?”

Leo softens his gaze in concern, “Are you okay? That creep didn’t do anything did he?” He interrogated worriedly, but Adriaen shook his head in assurance.

”I’m fine. Just surprised there’s another mutant turtle running about.”

Raph and the others walked over, “We’ll have plenty of time to talk about Ronin. But right now, let’s go get that robe for pops.” He changed the subject, which worked as the others nod and they quickly rush off to the nearest store.

After finally picking a robe out, they head back home to the lair, Mikey bringing Splinter to the main room where Splinter saw the boys crowding around.

Raphael presents the gift to Splinter as Leo, Adriaen, Mikey and Donnie stand behind him.

“What is this?”

Splinter opens it to reveal a brand-new brown robe, it was sleek and looked mighty comfortable.

“My sons. And Adriaen of course. You honour me. The silky smoothness against my fur, unparalleled. It is really exquisite. I will save it for the most special occasions.”

“What?” The turtles all say in unison, confused as they see Splinter put away the new robe back into the box, settling it down. Splinter starts hopping, still in his tattered dirty red robe, “Now who’s up for training? As luck would have it, I’m already in my jumping jack robe.” He muses, turning around with his underwear exposed.

The five mutant turtles look horrified, Mikey hugging the nearest person there was. Adriaen, and wails.

"My eyes!"

Adriaen sighs and looks away; he tried to forget about the Ronin encounter, but he just couldn’t.

Who are you Ronin?

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.

BAM! WHAT DO WE THINK OF RONIN?!

AND YOU GUYS GET TO SEE LEO BEING A PROTECTIVE FUTURE BF—

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