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angelpuns · 3 months ago

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50Au Part 12!

The walk was longer than he remembered. Then again, he usually portaled there, so it feeling like a million years was understandable. Not to mention how exhausted and beat up he was at this point.

Leo wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in his bed and not move for a long, long time, but that just was not an option right now. He wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, not with those guys still in a cage in his home.

He'd ensured they couldn't get out, but their presence was not gonna do anything good for his nightmares.

It was perhaps the only thought that kept him moving. Maybe he could call the Hidden City police, though he was pretty sure this was beyond their jurisdiction. They'd always been fucking useless anyhow.

It took him around two hours to get to Run of the Mill, his knees stinging and his feet aching. He had to be a good distance from the lair now, and those fools couldn't track him here.

Besides, they probably didn't even know the Hidden City existed, so there. He still wasn't totally safe, but it was better than nothing.

It was busy tonight, even if Leo wasn't sure what tonight really was. He'd lost his phone at some point and there was a distinct lack of clocks here. Clocks that he could actually read, anyway.

Leo limped the rest of the way to a random booth and slumped into the seat, not even bothering to glance at the menu. He always got the same thing, though he doubted anyone here ever remembered. He was a regular, but a forgettable one, no doubt.

The table was cool to the touch, making him shiver as he leaned onto it. He hadn't realized how cold it was outside. He really should have grabbed a jacket or something.

It felt nice on his stinging palms, though, so he rested them flat on the table and let his eyes shut for just a moment.

It only felt a like a second, but he must have spaced out, because someone was shaking his shoulder a second later.

“ -nardo? Leonardo?”

He blinked blearily, the light piercing his eyes and making him belatedly remember his probable concussion. He shouldn't be dozing off. Probably. Thinking was hard right now.

The person shaking him was a waiter, their dark eyes concerned and their nose twitching faintly. Right, that rabbit waiter. Leo saw him in here all the time.

He glanced at his nametag and tried to play up his whole face-man thing. Even if flirting didn't feel like a good idea right now, this guy was very, very cute. And he was only a little delirious, so he totally meant it.

“ Well hey there,” Leo murmured, flinching when he heard how raw his throat was. Right, hadn't eaten or drank anything all day. His eyes flicked down to the waiter's name tag, “ Yuichi, huh? Pretty name.”

The rabbit blinked, before rolling his eyes with a fond smile and pulling away from him. Leo held back a whine at the loss of warmth. He was still cold, somehow, even in the warm restaurant. But he literally just met this guy, no need to be desperate just yet. He wasn't totally on his game, but he was trying.

“ Oh, I see what you're doing. Fine, I'll play along,” The waiter chuckled, flipping open his notepad and clearing his throat, “ Thank you, sir. What would you like to order?”

Kinda weird, but weirder stuff was happening to him today, so he just smiled a little and gave his order.

“ Medium pizza with extra pineapple, light ham and light banana peppers,” Leo rattled off, “ and a water, please”

The rabbit pretended to write it down. He wasn't even holding a pencil.

Oooookay, that was weird.

“ What kind of order is that?” Yuichi scoffed, “pretty sure only freaks order pineapple on their pizza,”

Leo blinked in surprise, jaw agape as he stared at the waiter. He'd never been treated like this here. Usually it was just friendly smiles and decent service.

“...what?”

Yuichi didn't let up, chuckling, “what, can't handle a little pizza topping judgement, turtle?”

Leo stood up suddenly, head reeling and stomach swooping when he did. He steadied himself on the table and shot a glare at the waiter, “What the hell, man? Can't you tell I've had a shitty day? I was bein' friendly, the least you could do is take my order like a normal person!”

The restaurant went quiet for a moment, the waiter's face morphing back into concern.

“ Woah, woah- What's going on Bluebird?” Yuichi lowered his voice, and the ambient noise Of the other customers seemed to come back a moment later, but not nearly as loud as before.

“I wanna see your manager. I don't give a shit if I sound like a Karen, you're being an asshole,” Leo whined, not daring to sit back down. Even if he felt like a strong wind might knock him over, “ All you had to do was take my fucking order, man”

And maybe Leo was being a tad more aggressive. He didn't like being mean to waiters if he could help it, but cut him a break, he was fucking hungry and tired and in pain. And cold. He wanted to eat his pizza in peace, and this guy was being an ass for no reason.

“Okay, okay. I'll get Hueso, just- don't move.” Yuichi slipped his notebook into his pocket and turned, hurrying for the kitchen.

Good. He was pretty sure that was the owner. Even better. God he felt like such a fucking Karen right now, but he didn't really wanna deal with an asshole waiter judging his pizza toppings and his head hurt and-

And he didn't have his wallet. Fuck.

Leo stared at the table, unsure whether he just flee or just deal with the consequences of his actions. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. It was better than dealing with what was at the lair right now and he was so fucking hungry.

Maybe the owner, this Hueso guy, would let him wash dishes in exchange or something.

Minutes later, the skeleton-man-owner of the restaurant walked out from the kitchen and started for Leo's table. Leo sat back down with an exhausted sigh.

He'd been aiming for an apology, but now he was gonna pathetically beg this man for some food instead. Not his best look, but he did have money, it was just at home. With the strangers. That were no doubt pissed he'd locked them in a cage.

“Pepino? What's going on? Yuichi said you're acting weird and-”

Leo bristled, whipping his head around to look at him.

“ did you just call me a cucumber?” He hissed, head reeling with the motion, “what is with you all's customer service today? I'm already having a shit day and then I have to come here and be insulted? do you give all your customers terrible nicknames?”

The skeleton man blinked at him for a moment, seemingly confused at Leo's anger. Wouldn't anyone be angry if they were insulted?

“I…Leonardo, what is wrong?” He stepped closer, hands held up placatingly, “ do we need to call your brothers or-”

“I DON’T HAVE ANY BROTHERS, WHY IS EVERYONE-” Leo slammed his fist onto the table, resting his head in the cool surface with a grimace. Everything hurt. He was so hungry. He wanted to go home.

He let out a choked sigh, the need to cry building up into something dangerous. No, no he wasn't gonna embarrass himself any further.

“ can…can I please just get my order…I’ll..I'll figure out someway to pay for it, I promise, I'm just so fucking hungry…” He murmured, muffled by his head on the table.

There was a bit of hesitation, before Hyeso spoke again.

“ of course, right away. Do not worry about paying, we will put it- we will make you a tab,” He seemed nervous. Good. Leo was gonna leave a bad yelp review.

No, that was mean. It wasn't their fault he was having a shitty, shitty day.

Footsteps faded back to the kitchen, but he still felt a presence. The waiter cleared his throat.

“I’m so sorry sir, it won't happen again. I…i hope you feel better,” He too sounded hesitant, before walking away with much softer steps.

Leo shut his eyes and kept his head down. If only for a minute. He was so tired. So hungry. Everything hurt so bad.

He just wanted to go home and curl up in bed and forget this whole day had ever happened.

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I think this one is the longest part so far? Anyway surprise Leosagi in here. They aren't dating but they do be besties that flirt with each other.

I do wanna clarify that the reason he's also forgotten these two is that he sees then as 'family/family-adjacent' so yeah :) I do have more thoughts on this but yeah.

Part 1 | Part 11 | Part 13

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quillthrillswriting · 11 months ago

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sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

this idea was originally inspired by the talented @allgremlinart's aged up aang drawings, so please go show them some love!!:)<3

enjoy the excerpts from chapters one and two!

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Aang chuckled, pushing himself up with his hands on his knees. He was… taller than Katara had realised, taller than Sokka. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, turning to look over his shoulder at the remains of the boulder-sized chunk of ice he had just been blasted out of. “Aang. My name’s Aang.” He hesitated, momentarily seeming to puzzle something over. “And honestly? No clue. Don’t remember how me and…Appa!” He yelped, suddenly scrambling back over the hill of ice and snow. Katara followed him without thinking, and Sokka, grumbling under his breath, followed moments later.

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“So, you’ve brought a monster to invade the village, then? You’re some incognito Fire Nation soldier sent in as an undercover scout? Well, I’ll have you know that I’m the village’s strongest warrior, a-”

“The only warrior,” Katara chimed in, lightly elbowing Sokka’s side, earning herself a responding glare.

“The strongest warrior.” Sokka reiterated. “And I don’t much like firebenders.” He added the words pointedly.

“Ah.” Aang titled his head. “That’s a shame. Some of my closest friends are Fire Nation.”

“Of course they are,” Sokka glared, hunching over into a defensive position and adjusting his fishing spear until it pointed directly at Aang.

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Katara still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Aang. The Water Tribe boys had always been all flashy muscles, seal-jerky breath, and overconfidence, so Katara had never seen someone move, carry themself, the way Aang did.

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Katara had admittedly forgotten how much fun penguin sledding was. “Spirits, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” she called to Aang as he raced past her, surprisingly skilled considering that he’d never even seen a penguin until half an hour before.

“You still are a kid!” He called back over his shoulder. “A kid who’s losing this race, badly !”

Katara’s competitive streak reared its head, her eyes narrowing as Aang stuck out his tongue. She sat up slightly, no longer gripping the penguin’s fur as tightly. “You wish!” She shouted back the words as she raised her hands, breathing deeply. Her hands moved through the positions she had practised from the few bending scrolls the tribe still held on to, and before Aang knew it, the snow in front of Katara turned to ice, and she shot past him as his own ice trail suddenly became dry snow with too much friction to slide on.

She made it to the bottom of the hill, beaming, breathing heavily. The wind had whipped her hair out of her bun, and she knew without checking that her hair must have looked like a lion-turtle’s mane. She watched as Aang made a show of drying himself off with a gust of wind that he then redirected at her, messing up her curls even more.

“You’re a cheater !” Aang gasped, mockingly clutching imaginary pearls at his throat. “I demand a rematch.”

Katara strode past him, only turning her head to cast him a smug smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good of a penguin sledder as you thought .”

“Oh, not so fast!” Aang grabbed her wrist, tugging her back towards him, and she internally questioned why the momentary brush of their skin made her heart flip. He tried to trip her, she tried to flip him, and they both ended up on their backs in the snow, giggling, cheeks and noses bright pink from the cold.

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“Trouble sleeping too, huh?” Aang cocked a grin, tilting his head to Katara. She kept her eyes fixed upwards, trained on the moon and the stars, worried that if she looked away, she’d end up staring into his eyes like a weirdo.

“I always feel so awake with the moon’s light on me. Sleeping under the stars has never really been a thing that works. It’s too energising, too… too much. It’s hard to explain.”

“No, no… I get it. I feel the same way in a windstorm, all those breezes and gusts of wind, it feels… exhilarating.” She watched through her peripheral vision as he looked up at the moon. “In times of war, I think we all tend to forget how spiritual bending is at its core. I’d say it’s a good thing that you’re in touch enough with the origins of your abilities to feel the moon’s pull tug at you just as much as it does on the ocean.”

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Aang smiled back. “Now is our time to try to make up for that. I can’t bring back everyone who was hurt in this war, and you can’t bring back your mother, but together, the two-, three of us can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

“I’d like that,” Katara exhaled, her breath calming down and tears dissipating. The two spent hours talking back and forth, exchanging the stories of their respective childhoods. Katara learned that Aang had invented several new bending moves and had been a big fan of fruit pies, while Aang learned that Katara had always been the bossier one between her and Sokka and that she had almost chipped a tooth on seal jerky when she was six. They continued talking back and forth in increasingly hushed tones until the world faded away under the cover of clouds and sleep.

Katara awoke to the loud shout of her brother.

“Wakey wakey, lovebirds!” he yelped, chucking a rock-hard stick of seal jerky at both of them.

“Ouch, Sokka !” Katara snapped at him, rubbing her head at the spot where she had been hit, before realising that she was leaning against Aang and immediately jumping away, blushing furiously.

♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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me-paina · 6 months ago

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AO3 Recommendations Part 2

Previous recommendations - Part 1

Next - Part 3

Hey so, I haven't done this in a long while but I wanna recommend some AO3 fics that I have read and loved these past few years. I'll put a limit because I can go on and on, so 12 fics per fandom. (multifandom person >:))

(Oldest to newest bookmarks of mine)

UNDERTALE -

1. Because I Trust You by WrittenKinzy18 (Complete)

(I love all of their fics! you should read the Winged Multiverse series)

2. Soulless by ItzZaira (Complete)

(ItzZaira fics are always amazing no matter what fandom!)

3. Silent Stars by fifi11 (Hasn't updated - 2022) :((

(This is a sad one guys, so, buckle up.)

4. My Fault by Keelynoelle (Complete)

(I read this a long time ago but I know there was some good brother bonding moments and Grillby being amazing (made me emotional))

5. From Murder to Dust by Clichely (Complete)

(Really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really dark. Good one though)

6. Steel and Stripes by Lady Quo (Hasn't updated - 2021) :(((

(This is just adorable. ¡Tiny sans alert! Older papyrus!)

7. Fatigue by duckydotducky (Hasn't updated - 2021) :(((

(Monsters are really untreated fairly, at least one human is nice. )

8. An Err in Communication by TheVoidIsMyHome (Complete)

(Mute Error. Literally love this concept.)

9. Inquisitive by Another_thing (Hasn't updated - 2020) :((((

(You don't know how much I love FGOD Error, I go crazy for it. Why is Nightmare's gang so wholesome, I swear, I love them so much)

10. ZombieTale by Kamisori (On going)

(I literally can't describe how amazing this fic is. This has helped me get through so much over the years. Thank you for making this amazing fic!)

11. Serif One by samlysam (Complete)

(Sans, and Papyrus, are going through so much There are a lot of fics where Gaster is bad but it still hurts. I'm glad Red, Alphys, Undyne, Edge and Miss Toriel were there for them.)

12. Scenic Our House by grubbin (On going)

(If you don't say Snowy is the best character ever, then I'm not being your friend. I love this rendition of the machine bringing skeletons here.)

ROTTMNT -

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

1. The wrong side of the portal by ItzZaira (On going)

(See I told you they are good at writing. This is just so heartbreaking for Leo (2018) but don't worry I swear it gets better.)

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

2. Stranger Danger by Balkanbitch (On going)

(The Mikey's switched places. I think it's good for Mikey (2012) to have a break and be in the ROTTMNT universe. Not so sure about Mikey (2018) though, I mean he could help the others and make them act to be better family, but on the other hand, the krang is still here, and as we have seen, it can cause a lot of PTSD and other issues.)

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

3. Dagger From the Mirror by TotallyNotASecretAO3Account (Complete)

(Dagger from the Mirror is dark, hahaha, but Stranger in the Mirror the sequel of it (you should read it too) is a lot darker and also gets better (eventually))

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

4. Presumed Dead by Minor_Inconvenience23 (Hasn't updated - 2023) :(

(The 2012 gang is so caring! I love Leo angst if you couldn't tell.)

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

5. Displaced by spiromachia (Hasn't updated - 2023) :(

(PB & J duo is amazing. I love this so much.)

(ROTTMNT)

6. Power Up by pickledcarrotsandradish (On going)

(Leo angst again. This is just sad. new power up and it's to heal or rather take the pain away and give it do himself. :( he is just so sacrificial.)

(ROTTMNT)

7. Fading Memories by HellsTrojanHorse (Complete)

( This reminds me too much of when my grandpa passed. it's been 2 years. This fic made me cry. Their writing style is so beautiful. The way they write, and show their emotions in the words are just perfect. This fan-fic just reminded me that I'm not alone in feeling this grief. )

(ROTTMNT/12TMNT/03TMNT/87TMNT)

8. A Mixed Bag by GreatlyBlessed (Hasn't updated - 2023) :(

(All of the turtle's mixed together to find away out and find each other :3)

(ROTTMNT)

9. This Was(n't) About You by uncouth_peasant (Complete)

(When Leo decided to tell no one of these self-sacrificial ways… Well this is the result.)

(ROTTMNT/12TMNT/03TMNT/87TMNT)

10. B.E.A.S.T by SkylerSkyhigh (Complete)

(The Rise boys aren't violent, they're just traumatic)

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT)

11. The Purple Conundrum by Donnies_Lady_87 (On going)

(The Purple Turtles swapped, but instead of teenagers, they swapped when they were tots, and now everything is going to be different when they grow up.)

(ROTTMNT/12 TMNT/03 TMNT/87 TMNT/Bay TMNT/IDW TMNT/07 TMNT/Last Ronin/19 TMNT/16 game TMNT/19 Power Rangers TMNT)

12. Multiverse of Michelangelo by Srae13 (Complete)

(Mikey, why are you stealing your counterparts?)

MARVEL -

1. Take These Broken Shards (I’m bleeding out) by DaniWib (Complete)

(This is so scary, heartbreaking and terrifying yet Peter Parker & The Avengers bonding is so adorable at the same time. I am so glad that the Avengers are here to help. That shit-bastard, Skip Westcott can go and dig his own grave.)

2. Reintroducing Hope by Fernandidilly_yo (Complete)

(I am actually so shocked... I can't believe how amazing this Fic is. Peter is so precious, and the adventures are such an amazing family.)

3. Child's Play by theoneandonlyfishboy (Complete)

(Why is Marvel fics so emotional.)

4. Somewhere You Can Be Safe by sarcasmismyweapon (Complete)

(Switched, well transported to another timeline... Wow, and these Avengers are much more Domestic.)

5. The Avengers vs The Peter Factor bymidnightwolf2192

(Hasn't updated - 2023) :(

(The Peter factor is working really well!)

6. You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore by GalaxyThreads (Complete)

(I love Loki so much, and seeing him like this breaks my heart! Poor Loki.)

7. Dysfunctional by InkpotGod97 (Complete)

(This is a dysfunctional family.)

8. Not Everyone Deserves a Second Chance byJustRandomStories

(Complete)

(This is so insane, I love this so much, the new avengers are so amazing, and the rogues are honestly dickheads. I love the red three, they are the best.)

9. from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh (Complete)

(Identity reveal for Peter, and to his Academic Decathlon Team. I mean he took it better than I'd expected. the Avengers are so nice! Read the second part as well peter parker's guide on secret identity fails :D)

10. Formalities by Terranpheum (Complete)

(This is an amazing fanfic, oh my gosh! The way everyone just enters Peter's apartment and hangs out with him is amazing. I love the bond everyone has with Peter, it's precious and it's like everyone just adopted him (I mean that's kinda what happened). Towards the end, it got really sad but I'm glad Peter knows he has support now.)

11. The Other Stark by Angst_gremlin (On going)

(Oh... Holy... I have no words. Honestly, This is one of the most heartbreaking stories I have ever read on Ao3. My heart aches for Peter, the sheer neglect he faces daily from everyone is just making me so angry, like WTF do any of you guys have common sense? Do you know what this can do to someone's mindset, A CHILD no less? He doesn't deserve that treatment, hell no one does.)

12. Neon Liar (Hiding in Plain Sight) by isaDanCurtisproduction (Complete)

(This is one of the Best Field Trips to SI fics. There is so much Fluff and a good amount of Angst. Oh, and you can't forget the embarrassment Peter gets. I love this so much, the way the Avengers interact with Peter. My favourite part is when everyone thought he was skipping school. The text messages were priceless!)

Am I crazy... Yes

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 year ago

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hiii hello idk if you take tmnt x reader requests (ignore this if you dont take requests) but like. can you make an 03 raphael x fem!reader ?? like something with love at first sight,, ykwim :3 something kinda similar to the '12 raph x reader thingie you posted??

Foot Ninjas and Sidewalk Beauties

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: Sure I can❤️ My guess would be that this takes place around season one or season two, but that doesn’t matter that much.

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Warnings: Spelling, turtles getting their butts kicked, Raph falling in love at first sight❤️

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Last encounter with the Foot was, just say it mildly, an absolute failure. The turtles had gotten their butts kicked and then had the floors cleaned with it. None of them had been prepared for Shredder and his ninjas. It had been a surprise attack, or as Shredder had called it, a warning. And then he left, leaving the turtles injured and bedridden for a week.

Leonardo was not happy. Not happy at all. He immediately started blaming their loss on their lack of training, giving way for him to start a ned training schedule. And Raphael did not like it. It messed with his own training. His boxing that helped him blow off build up steam was now cut short, leaving Raph more agitated and angry. Not only did he not have time for his anger relieving boxing, but his knitting had also taken a back seat. So to say that Raph did not like it, may have been an understatement. Raphael hated it.

Raph especially hated it today, as he was stuck on a roof on a Friday night, continuously doing push ups for what felt like hours. Both Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo was getting tired, yet their older brother did not yield. He continued, telling them to do the same, to which they sighed and did. Expect Raph. His patients was growing dangerously thin, as Leonardo continued once more.

“If I have to do one more push up, oh high leader”, Raphael growled. “The Foot ain’t the only one that will feel the rage of me breaking their bones!”

“Considering how you got your ass severely whooped the last time, I would have to see it to believe it”, Mikey shot in, causing Raph to growl at him.

“Raph, you know very well that we have to be prepared”, Leo said, during yet another push up, making sure his brothers were following his lead. “The Foot have been quiet for a long time. They could make their next move at any time”.

“Leo’s right, Raph”, Donnie strained as he did another push up. “After what happened last time, we can not be too prepared”.

“Don’t even remind me of that”, Raph said. If his arms weren’t preoccupied in his forced push ups, he would be slamming his fist against the roof. “Those bozos almost broke my sai!”

“That’s why it’s important we up our training”, Leo said as he got down on his forearms. “Plank, now. First to give in takes five rounds”.

“That’s it!”, Raph rumbled, getting up from his push ups, his arms screaming in relief. “No more training! I have shit to do, Leo! All of us do!”

“Raph”, Leo said, getting up to stand, frustration visible on his face. Donnie and Mikey sighed, knowing what was coming. “It’s not up for discussion. We have to be ready for the next Foot attack, and at the moment, we aren’t”.

“Speak for yourself”, Raph growled. “I’m ready for anything! Bring those Foot scumbags, and I’ll give them a taste of my knuckle sandwich!”

And as if those had been magic words, part of a spell, a ninja star embedded itself into the rooftop, in the space between Raph’s feet. All four turtles looked up to find a small army of Foot ninjas, waiting on the tall building beside them.

“Oh, crud”, was all Raph got to say before the ninjas descended upon them.

Once again the brothers found themselves unprepared. Their muscles weak after the extensive training Leo had put them through that evening, they found it hard to keep up with the Foot. Leo was the only one that seemed to put up a fight, while Mikey and Donnie dodged every attack that came their way, too exhausted to do anything else. But Raph was not the time to dodge. With his frustrations flowing, Raph threw himself at the Foot ninjas. But with his body and mind tired, he was easily pushed back.

It didn’t take long before they had backed Raph up against the edge of the roof, with no obvious way out. Okay, maybe Leo hadn’t been so wrong after all. But it was still his fault that they even were on the rooftop in the first place!

Raph did all he could, but with every punch or push he was taking a step backwards, until his heels hit the edge of the roof, causing Raph to go off balance. He tumbled backwards off of the roof and down towards the street below. Even though Raph was tired, the sudden adrenaline from his fall caused him to think fast. He took his sais and slammed them into the side of the building, digging them into the bricks in one hard move.

Raph breathed a sigh of relief, looking down to the street below, in order to look for an easy way down. But what Raph saw was far from what he had expected. Hanging from the side of the building, Raphael never thought that anything would be able to take his mind of the situation he was in, but then he saw someone. You.

You were standing right below him on the sidewalk, in the light of the street lamp, phone in hand and headphones over your head. You cased glances down the street, as if you were waiting for something. Most likely a car.

Continuously looking between your phone and the street, you did not notice the mutant turtle hanging off of the side of the building behind you, his mouth agape as he stared at you. To say it straight forward, Raph thought you were absolutely beautiful. The profile of your face whenever you turned your head to the side, the way your hair fell down your back. The silhouet of your body and the shadow it cast on the ground below you. Raphael felt his heart beat hard in his chest. Never had he thought he would see anyone so beautiful. How could his dream girl be walking the streets of New York City, and be so much better than he ever dared imagine?

While Raph admired your beauty from afar, the car you had waited for drove up beside you. You greeted the driver with a smile, that almost made Raph loosen the grip on his sais. He watched you take off your headphones as you took a seat at the passenger side, before shutting the door behind you. Raph watched, with his heart beat so loud he wondered if you could hear it inside the car, as you and the driver drove away, disappearing down the street, leaving Raph behind with a feeling of longing. He already felt a need to see your face again. You’re pretty face, that he hadn’t had the chance to enjoy the sight of, to the fullest.

A sigh escaped Raph, in the form of a breath he did not know he was holding. He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach that made him feel happy. All the anger he had been feeling a few moments before, was gone, replaced by a feeling of joy.

“Raph!”, his big brother’s voice sounded from the roof above. "Where are you? We need some help here!”

“Coming!”, Raph yelled back, suddenly having the energy to propel himself back up to the roof, using this sai and his own strength.

As Raph jumped back into action, giving the Foot ninjas a long overdo round of a good beating, his mind kept wandering back to you, enjoying the energy the thought of you gave him. Maybe that day's training session hadn’t been so stupid after all.

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the-tmnt-ficfinder · 28 days ago

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Ficfinder finds: Power Up

Chapter 1: Nimpo Evolution

Chapter 1 Summary: With the Kraang defeated and everyone physically healed, the turtles have time to develop their mystic powers in ways that not even Casey has seen before! Everyone but Leo. Except, maybe when he does he might not wanna tell them. Oh well. AKA Leo also gets healing hands like his 2k12 counterpart. Sadly, they end up backfiring on him. Who needs to know though?

Nimpo Evolution: Appraisal and Ratings

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is completed and is written by @pickledcarrotsandradish, so go give them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Plot is three out of five!! Starting out, there isn't as much plotline going on, but I can see how its setting up for a more intense plotline as the story progresses. In this chapter, are a few key points to this story, that of course influence all the later chapters!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is four out of five!! Throughout the chapter, there are undertones of suspense, as Leo attempts to figure out his nimpo, then at the end of the chapter, as its left somewhat on a cliffhanger, that's really when the suspense jumps right up!"

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Angst/Hurt is three out of five!! As this is only the first chapter, there isn't a high amount of angst and hurt. There is a few minor moments, featuring Leo, and his frustration with himself, then later on in the chapter, more near the end, is when the angst really picks up."

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is two out of five!! This chapter has some notes of comfort here and there, though they're not the main focus emotion."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is four out of five!! The emotions are really well portrayed during this chapter, especially during the end!!"

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Drama/Tension Level is four out of five!! To start out, there is a little bit of tension between Leo and his brothers in the beginning, as they're all expanding their nimpo, and he hasn't made any breakthrough on his own, then during the later half of the chapter, the drama swoops right in!!"

Triggers: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Triggers are two out of five!! This chapter doesn't have many triggers, with there really only being two to keep an eye out for. Negative thoughts, and a slight description of blood and a painful injury. Other than that, there aren't many triggers in this chapter, so happy reading!!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Reading) is four out of five!! Very clean chapter, no crazy text, reads very smooth!"

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five!! Once again, very clean chapter, wonderful pacing!! Its conveyed almost cleaner in audio book formatting, hence the single heart more. However, both ways of reading through this chapter are highly enjoyable!!"

Length: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Length is two out of five!! Chapter 1 of Power Up takes around 12-13 minutes to listen to!!"

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Power Up: Story Ratings and Chapter List

Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

And so, that’s what happened. A week into his personal training, Raph was able to make a perfect mystic clone of himself that was so good, no one could tell the difference between the two. Sure, it could only do one big movement before fading into red-colored energy and Raph had to take a power nap after, but it was progress. Raph was nothing but the picture of continuous effort though and was improving day by day.

I love how this was brought up!! I find a lot of people often forget about Raph's cloning ability in general, and even often limit him to just red-hued clones. It's exciting to see how already this was brought up!!

It was a memorable day when Donnie came sprinting into the main area of the lair screaming like a banshee holding out his phone directly in front of him. Everyone was shouting at him to explain until purple mystic energy enveloped his phone, and it began to open the messaging app, type out "I can control tech with my mind," and send the message to the group chat seemingly without Donnie’s input. “I can literally control tech with my mind! This is the best day ever!!!” He screeched maniacally before promptly passing out. It was fun a few hours later, watching Donnie make the projector take itself apart and put itself back together, laughing like a madman the entire time.

I love how vividly I could see this scene in my mind!!

“Oooh, how ya feelin’, Mike?” Leo asked, trying to keep his voice cheerful and calm as he knelt in front of his youngest brother. Mikey was sitting down with a deep cut arching down the back of his right calf. He had gotten this from the fight with Hypno that Donnie and Raph were finishing up on the streets below. It had been Leo’s turn to wear the hippo costume this time for the plan, and it had sadly gone awry way too quickly for his liking.

The fact that they keep using the hippo costume over and over lol. What's even funnier, is that it seems that Hypno keeps falling for it, otherwise they'd stop using it!!

“Oh yeah, with Doctor Hippo-Leon? You’ll be a-okay in no time.” Leo responded with what he hoped was a soothing and reassuring tone. He hoped he didn’t sound like he wanted to curl up in a ball as another one of his plans injured his brother. No wonder Raph didn’t want to be the leader, who would? But at least Raph was evolving his ninpo at a steady rate. At the same time, Leo had officially hit his limit at forty-four (and what was up with that? Why was that number for him to max out on? What, he couldn’t even make a cool fifty?)

Y'know something I realized, was that, Leo knows what it's like to not be a leader. That's part of the reason why he has such a hard time adjusting to it. Raph has only ever known being a leader, and Leo has only ever really known being a follower. That's why its so hard for them to switch.

Also, I wonder, does the number 44 have an important significance? I tried looking up whether or not the number 44 was a lucky number in Japan, and it turns out its the most unlucky number, because the number 4 ("shi" in Japanese) sounds very similar to the word for "death," making it generally considered an unlucky number, so 44 would also be seen as unlucky due to the repetition of the "unlucky" 4. Basically 44 means double death.

However, in American culture (if I'm going off the Hamato's two ethnicities) 44 is considered to be a lucky number. In American culture, the number 44 is generally considered to be a lucky number, primarily associated with stability, hard work, building a strong foundation, and achieving goals through perseverance, often interpreted as a positive sign when frequently seen in daily life; it is often linked to the concept of "angel numbers" in numerology. So really, the symbolism behind the numbers could go either way, or it could just be the authors favorite number ^^

“That’s great Leo! I thought the whole ninpo thing might've been getting you down.” Clapping him on the back Leo is so glad he saw it coming and had time to brace himself for it, otherwise, he would have fallen over both from pain (both physical and mental what did Raph mean?) “You’re, uh, lookin’ a little pale though.”

I can imagine that that little comment Raph made probably threw Leo off his groove more than acquiring a new cut on the back of his leg.

“Congrats, Nardo,” Donnie told him with what he knew was complete sincerity, “it’s a really cool power-up.” and left for his lab.

Fic name drop!!

No, no, no. Leo turned over in his bed, his leg throbbing. His brothers didn’t think like that, none of them did. They all cared for each other, so yes, everyone’s problems were everyone else’s problems. That’s what it meant to have brothers and a team. But, why did he have to add his problems to the pile though? Why couldn't he ever be the one to take away problems? It felt like everyone had just gotten over the Kraang invasion, did Leo have to be the one to start more drama again? All he had wanted to do was keep his family from hurting, and now he had. Mikey was lovingly preparing him a fantastic dinner, and Donnie and Raph were happy for him. Heck, Raph seemed proud of him. If he could just keep this going, he could keep everyone happy and healthy. That's all he truly did want.

I'm enjoying how Leo is actively realizing that his brothers are not as dysfunctional as he imagines them to be. That they wouldn't think like that. It really adds depth into his thought process!

#tmntficfinder #tmnt fanfiction #ficfinder #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt #rottmnt fanfic #power up #ficfinder finds power up #power up chapter one #leo centric fic

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crosshatchedaces · 2 years ago

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My scrunkle (Fracturing Time Mikey) may have lost in the @rottmntpeepawpolls but he still loves his boys, even if Leo likes driving him up the wall.

I don't have a comic for ya since he lost, but I've got this and some random FT! facts below if you're interested in my ramblings

• I was originally actually going to do a F!Leo back in time fic! I had some ideas on what to do, it was going to take place during the movie, but the ending I had in mind was kinda sad tbh so I didn't go with it (though I do have a oneshot with all three going back instead now). Plus, there were already so many beautiful Future Leo fics out there!

• I then realized that there was quite literally only one other one of Future Mikey that I could find at the time (Mystic Hands), so I wanted to explore that idea more and give F!Mikey more love because he deserves it! I thought it would be a fascinating idea to go with too!

• This fic had originally been planned to be 10-15k long and just a short exploration of what could happen. The plot had been pretty different at the time as well, but it quickly got out of hand in word count.

• A part of the former bullet point was because I couldn't really find any Future Mikey fics to read lol so I just kept building upon my own. I also wanted to explore what his interpersonal relationships would be with each of the turtles, so he will be spending more time with Raph, Mikey, and Donnie in future chapters (currently it is at chapter 9 at the date this is posted).

• I love the idea that the movie parallels how Donnie and Raph died in the future, hence Donnie's death protecting Mikey in the fic.

• I have around 12 more chapters written out so far (just not checked over).

• I've tried to make most things that happen in the fic have some sort of connection with future chapters in some way, even some subtle, seemingly insignificant moments.

• I went out of my comfort zone with this fic. I wanted to do something bolder, something more plot heavy and what I wouldn't normally do, because I love reading fics like that. I often feel that I fall back on writing domestic aus, even though I'm not as interested in reading them, it's just what I was comfortable with.

• If I could go back, I would probably condense some of the beginning and make it pov alternating (but! I have snuck some moments in there, one of which is very soon).

• This fic is on a mini hiatus for a few weeks. I am neck deep in projects at the moment and work a full time job. I need to focus on those first before I can continue it, but I should hopefully have another chapter up in the foreseeable future.

And that's what I can think of for now! I'm not sure which person(s?) nominated FT!Mikey to be in the peepaw polls, but I want to thank you, it means a lot to me that you consider him to be up there with the other peepaws! He barely made it in there (32nd entry) lol but he's there!! I'm so glad there's fans out there that genuinely enjoy the story, and everyday I wish to continue it for all of you, you all keep me so inspired!!

I hope you all have a wonderful day, stay safe and cozy out there, everyone!

#okay this is my last peepaw poll related post imma keep quiet now lol #it was fun to be a part of it all!#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt movie #rottmnt mikey #future mikey #future michelangelo #rottmnt leo #peepaw polls #fanart #digital art #rottmnt fanart #comic #fracturing time #do NOT tag as ship

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angelmichelangelo · 7 months ago

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my initial thoughts of tales of the teenage mutant ninjas turtles below the cut, don’t read if you’ve not already watched the show cos SPOILERS!!

off the bat i think this show is really good fun and overall i think i can say i enjoyed it! the style is good, the writing is just as easy and as realistic as the movie. each of the turtles do shine here in their own individual way. but alas if do have my gripes i wanted to share.

not so sure if anything that actually happens in this series is… even canon? maybe im just dumb but with the whole “leo making a comic book” and “raph dramatising a story for a school project” thing it’s not so clear as to whether the events in the series with bishop and the east river 3 are even real ?? kinda disappointing if not cos that’s honestly just as lame as “and it was all a dream!!” kind of endings you find in like. middle school creative writing homework.

also. just gonna say this now. splinter. if they couldn’t have gotten jackie chan back or gotten someone that at least sounds like him, i kind of wish they’d removed him entirely from the plot because raph doing the voice over for him in the entire second half of the series was. OOF. it really pulled me from the immersion especially when there was some really strong character moments from him, but it’s… raph? speaking in a gruff voice ?? for some reason? not sure what happened with jackie chan and whether they wrote all his scenes BEFORE they maybe realised he wasn’t coming back to voice him but… yeah. could have just gotten another va and made a gag that he had a cold or something rather than… whatever that whole thing was. i didn’t like it, sorry. pulled me out of the stronger moments for that character which was a shame.

i really liked the whole separated storyline. tmnt rarely does that and it plays no favourites in getting each of the boys to shine individually within their own arcs and play out their own strengths and weaknesses and their brothers own strengths !! and then a little reunion at the factory, especially raph and leo’s hug. very precious :D

but then… the second half of the series is that.. again?? feels kind of a waste of time to redo what we JUST saw. turtles separated (this time with a mutanimal) and have to think like the others to get out of a tough spot and then boom huggy happy reunion time. which brings us to like 2 whole episodes out of 12 where the turtles actually are all on screen interacting with one another…

i had the same issue with mutant mayhem that, whilst they are good characters in a group and alone, there’s never any like. closer interactions. aside from like, the leo raph hug or when raph gives mikey a noogie affectionately in the first episode, there’s never like any one to one interactions that makes it feel all that more believable to me. don’t get me wrong, ive been asking for a mikey centric episode where he gets to shine for YEARS now and we finally got it!! but in the words of rise donnie… something they feel more like roommates rather than brothers just because their interactions are so sparse and far between. that’s just how i feel so take it with a pinch of salt.

i feel like they tempered the whole leo april thing which, for me, isn’t really a big deal. she’s more like an sister to the guys in my opinion but if you were hoping for more of what we got in the movie, then only expect like. one or two moments where it reminds you leo has a crush on her before they’re acting like just friends again.

bishop was really cool! i loved her design and backstory!! they’re bringing in the EPF which i LOVE!! this franchise seems to swing heavily towards the whole anti-mutant thing which is always fun for me. love seeing the boys chased off or shunned especially since they’re known to the public (even if i… don’t super love that plot but here we are) so even if the whole bishop thing.. wasn’t canon?? im hoping they bring her back somehow.

the whole “humans have mutations too” thing was actually really clever, with rod and his different coloured eyes, i wish they did more with that!! i think i would have rather had an entire 12 episode series about bishop and her robots rather than the random mutant pearl heist just cos the bishop storyline felt more important. that way we could have done the whole separated storyline AND have the boys actually fighting together again.

even if i complained about the second half it was still really written and a lot of fun! donnie’s episode with wingnut and leatherhead was so good, maybe my favourite episode out of the lot, as well as mikey trapped in the bodega. im not hating on the show, i did actually enjoy it i promise lol

i think going into the show, i had an inkling that as far as plot was concerned, it wasn’t going to push itself out too far. often times when you have a tv series bridging between one movie and the next, you’re saving all your serious stuff for the thing people are most likely to see, which is the sequel, rather than the 12 episode series. if they were to add casey or shredder or Krang or put leo through an actual window as per tradition, and casual fans hadn’t watched the series but sat down to watch the second movie, they’d be confused as hell and it wouldn’t do as good. marvel do it too, where it’s just to fill a gap for a time being without any serious plot or arc. so i kinda had that anticipation going forward into watching the show and i guess i was right. so if you’re expecting your big leo trauma moment, know they’re probably saving it for the movie instead where more people are likely to watch it.

i really love the animation, the style, the voice acting. (though im just gonna say this in like the kindest way possible. mikey’s va needs to work on the fact that he delivers some lines like he’s reading straight off the page. im not a professional but it stood out to me a few times and that’s just my humble opinion. i do think he suits the character so so well though and i wish him all the best going forward as our michelangelo!) whether we ever see brady noon as raphael again is a nother story lol

overall, as a tmnt fan, it delivered. it was fun and punchy and honestly worth the watch if you’re thinking about delving into another series. it’s not rise nor any of the previous iterations and i think sometimes you gotta just step back and view it with a fresh pair of eyes, because in all honestly i came off the back of watching all the rise episodes in like 2 days to then watching this, so i was making a few unfair comparisons throughout, none of which i think were obvious in my above points but. yeah. i didn’t hate it!! I thought it was funny and silly and well crafted by people that genuinely understands the characters in this.

now im just looking forward to the sequel :D

#please know that these are just MY opinions #I went into the show with my own hopes and expectations and that’s okay #you can make you’re own conclusions and thoughts about it if you watch #i would honestly say if you’re a tmnt fan then watch it you’re probably going to have a fun time :3 #YEAH #the end #for me there’s not a whole lot to like rewatch ability in this #but I did watch it in like ONE BIG HIT so we shall see I guess #tottmnt spoilers #tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles spoilers #tmnt spoilers

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savemeafruitjuice · 5 months ago

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Rottmnt Lee raph spot feet, like maybe his legs are still sore so the next day his brothers get him

Tickletober Day 12- Mischief

This is a Rise fic! Also, a part two of one of my previous writings (which I just edited a lot, because eugh boy..). You don't reaaally need the context to read this one, but it's an option to go see it here. 👇https://www.tumblr.com/savemeafruitjuice/740271394826371072/lee-raph-ahh?source=share

Lee: Raph

Ler: Leo, Mikey, Donnie

TW!: None!

Leo sluggishly entered the kitchen, plopping down in a seat across from Donnie, who was scrolling on his phone. The slider peered around Mikey, who was frying something, then went to put coffee next to Donnie. The softshell glanced up, took his mug, and then gave a sharp glance at his twin. Donnie never was a morning person..

"What, did you not get enough sleep last night?" Leo asked, getting up to pour himself water. "Unamused. Scoff. I am fine." The blue-themed turtle shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. At least that means three out of four of us are good.."

Mikey turned around at that, a concerned look on his face. "Three? Are Raph's legs still hurting from yesterday?" Leo nodded. "I went to go check on him just now. He said he'll be out in a couple minutes, but he doesn't feel better yet. Poor guy."

The box turtle nodded. "He seemed pretty upset that he couldn't finish patrol.."

Donnie suddenly chimed in, not bothering to turn around. "What about your 'tactic' to make him feel better? I thought you said that worked." Leo shrugged, going to sit back down. "It did, for a little bit." The youngest looked at the pair with confusion. "What tactic?"

"Oh, tickling. Always seemed to make us feel better, so I figured I'd give it a shot. His pain didn't go away, but our big bro definitely seemed happier afterwards."

Mikey smiled at that, grabbing some plates, and started piling food on them. "Good idea. But~.." He turned after a couple seconds, carrying food over, and setting them in front of the twins. "You only got that far as one person. How much better do you think it would work with.. three of us?"

The slider grinned. "I like where your head's at.." He thought for a moment as he started to eat, and leaned over the table.

"How about this.."

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Raphael found himself sitting next to Mikey on a beanbag, who had been trying to comfort him, the younger snuggled against him as they watched tv. Donnie, who hadn't really said much to anyone today, was sitting a good distance from him on the other side of the room, tapping away at his wrist.

Just then, the blue-themed turtle walked in, holding a small cup of paintbrushes. "Hey, Mikey?" Said mutant looked up, letting out a hum in response. "You said earlier that I could borrow some brushes for a project I wanted to do. Are these them?"

The two exchanged a glance, and even Donnie looked up, then put his phone down. "I think so. Bring them over here so I can see."

The elder complied, approaching the pair on the beanbag and holding the cup out to the smaller. Mikey took a brush out, touching the bristles before looking back up with a suspiciously energetic smile. "Yep! These are them!"

The orange-banded turtle brought the brush up to his eldest brother's plastron, and started running it along his plastron. "Feel how soft it is Raphie!" Raph instinctively flinched at the feeling, a small smile creeping up his face. "Ihi- I feel it, Mikehey."

Donatello crept over, settling hand on the back of his brother's neck. "Yes, but do you feel it in your heart?" The snapping-turtle squawked, throwing his head back in surprise. "HeeEY!- Whahat- What're youhu guys doihin'?"

Leo squatted on the ground, climbing onto the eldest's calf, and wrapped his arms around his leg, effectively holding the limb down. Raph realized the danger he was in, hands going to grap at his siblings, but was interrupted in his struggles by a burst of his own giggles as his knee was prodded at. "Wahahait! Guhuys, you dohon't have to doho this! Rahaph's okay- HEH!"

Mikey continued running the brush along his belly, swiping it over his side a few times too, while Donnie and Leo both started tickling harder, the softshell at his neck, and the slider focusing on his right leg. After straining for a moment, trying to kick Leo off, the sai-user winced at a new flare of pain in his leg, giving up and settling it again.

He swatted at Donnie's hands, unable to reach the digits that scribbled along his neck, being kept in a crazed-state of squirming at the overwhelming tingling across his body. Leo grinned, going to squeeze at the muscle of his thigh. "This tickle? Huh, big guy?"

Raph arched away from his brothers, face scrunching up in laughter. A snort ripped through the room, causing the youngest to giggle. "Ahaww, is it really thahat bad?"

"GUHUHUYS! SNRK- LEHEHEAVE RAPH ALOHONE!" Donnie smiled, raking the nails of one hand down the red turtle's shell, rewarded with a muffled shriek when Raph clamped a hand over his mouth.

Mikey switched spots, leaving his toso alone to go tickle along his other thigh, the paintbrush providing light, unbearable sensations along with Leo's rougher squeezes. With everything going on, it didn't take long for the snapper to close his eyes, throwing his head to the side as he was lost in laughter.

"Don't worry, Raph. We'll have you feeling better in no time!"

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Urgh, sorry if this doesn't run together perfectly. I'm still powering through with writing, and have time over the weekend to try and get ahead a little. Wish me luck. 💪

#tickletober 2024 #Tickletober #rottmnt tickle #tmnt tickle #ler donnie #ler leo #ler mikey #lee raph

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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Sugar Rush : October CPNs

This was an insane month to say the least, I’m not even exaggerating. Things happened that will go down in fandom history. Our detective skills in looking for places and trying to piece a story was tested and the clowning was at it’s peak. I would have to say that by far, this year, it’s this month that generated lots of noise. Both sides were just throwing sweets at us and we can’t even keep up.

It also proved once more the charm of turtle cpns and why context, history and time is important to fully enjoy a candy:

“The charm of turtle candy is that it is incomplete. It is not a one-time solution. You feel suspicious at the beginning, but you are more sure later, and then at some unknown moment in the future, you suddenly get it. The correct answer, everything forms a closed loop, it's so cool”

• YH poster for WYB is from a BJYX fansite

• On 10/1, there has been some talk about WYB’s hair hiding beneath his beanie when he arrived at the airport to Paris. People’s guess is that he is blonde. Some people are connecting it to the blonde character in the XZS vlog.

People are free to interpret this however they want, as a candy, it appears to ZZ giving us a clue as to WYB dyeing his hair. Personally tho, this person is a member of GG’s staff & his friend who also takes part in putting out the amazing materials we get. People particularly remembered one of them had blonde hair during MFW. Anyway, I understand why people are so happy about this & interpreting it the way they do and go ahead and it this if you want 🍭

It also doesn’t help that the character kinda looks like WYB in Paris which is some next level coincidence. I can’t even with this fandom.

• I’m adding this beautiful analysis of Pie @potteresque-ire about the Mid Autumn festival photos posted by our boys. It’s technically from last month but i already published it before I read this meta. It just gives more weight to the meaning of it aside from how it matches 🌙

• Mengniu exhibit with zz and wyb standees

• Camera/Leica CPN : This has actually become everyone’s favorite candy of the year. It started out so simple and almost like a galaxy brain sort of clowning but both sides ended up “confirming” what we speculated. I have talked about this at length and in different parts below :

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

10/6, WYB continues to show off his camera. Almost all the photos in the set released by YBO, he is holding it, and there are falling cameras on Weibo in that post!!!! 📸

There is also this CPN on what WYB is taking a photo of and with people using google earth and comparing, they found out it’s the number 23. What a beautiful number. He really loves it! ♥️

• Same place, different times. This is so bittersweet to me. One day, they will get that Romantic Paris getaway together 🖤

• XZ 1005 birthday CPNs : one // two 🎂

• A photography studio shared a shot of GG for his bday and the kadian is 18:23. This same company also released a bday photo for WYB’s. They have worked with the boys a couple of time.

• The same description of something being like a film

• Glasswork art piece from France that could have been a gift and souvenir for GG

• Camping site and it’s connection to WYB selfie - At this point, there’s been so many “evidence” collected by bxgs and the most accurate date is really 8/14-8/15 that this “celebration” was done. There are also posts from people who visited the place and a motorcycle “parade” took place, so we know it’s a popular place to ride your moto. It’s one of the “services” they provide and looks like something that WYB took advantage of.

• Is one of the photographers yibo? 📸

• GG’s rope necklace and it’s meaning

• XZS birthday video taking some inspiration from a queer themed short film “we are animals”

• The camping trip was a team building of XZS and YBO?

• Both of them so sexy 🔥🔥🔥🔥

• 10/12 ZSWW rumor house & fake story content 🤍

• WYB’s 10/13 Selfie : part one / part two

• A galaxy brain cpn of XZS 10/13 post’s caption

• On 10/16, XZ released a tribute song which is government sponsored of course. In the past months, the go-to person we usually see singing for these causes is WYB and now it’s XZ. This is not exactly CPN, but i like the way that they are both people seen as positive influences and may be used to sing for certain events. Maybe one day they can do a duet? LOL.

• This one is so funny, there is an interview in a Taiwan TV show i guess. and the question was, “Talk about the general interests of gay men in Taiwan” ; the person answering is also gay and he said it’s : fitness, mountain climbing, raising cats, and Shiba Inu. 😂😂😂😂

LOL. Why does it remind us of two people? It’s so specific. Who have always wanted to raise both a car and a dog (shiba inu) and is currently loving fitness and mountain climbing. They might as well add camping on there 🤪🤪🤪

I don’t really believe in stereotypes and that there is a certain “checklist” that makes you gay or whatever— your interests are personal and what you enjoy. maybe you will be influenced by your environment but just do what you want. Tho I understand why this was so amusing to c-turtles cause they immediately thought of ZZ & WYB when they saw this.

• Even holding the camera is the same 😂✌🏼like a true photographer. Not acting all cute and using a camera to “pose” but actually using it.

• Updated mole signature by XZS

• XZS video x Bottled Joy Parallel. 🫶🏼 ; and the fact that Bobo’s is by Bottled Joy, a brand who is known to be BJYX bias ( allegedly ) . Tho this was most likely filmed before that XZS video. A happy coincidence. && This is the renewal we have been waiting for.

• Luoyang Tourism video uses a BGM of a song by ZZ

• BJYX and Skydiving 🪂

• 130 fake rumors compilation

• Wuzhen Day 3 Yibo shirt CPN ⛳️

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mindyco · 2 months ago

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Y/N trailed behind them, her hands clasped nervously in front of her as she watched Leonardo drag his 'friends' toward the bakery. "It's okay," she said quickly, her voice soft but reassuring. "Really, I don't mind. You didn't have to—"

Leonardo shot her a look that silenced any further protests, though his gaze softened slightly when it landed on her.

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The makeshift table, already tight for two, was now hopelessly crowded. Four massive turtles huddled around it, each trying to minimize the discomfort in their own way.

Y/N found herself wedged between Leonardo and the turtle in a purple bandana, though Leo had subtly shifted himself to give her a bit more space.

Her gaze flicked to the others. They were doing their best to give her space as well, but the effort left them shell to shell.

The turtle in the red bandana scowled, his muscular arms crossed tightly over his chest, while the turtle in the purple bandana kneeled stiffly with his hands resting on his knees, looking like he didn't quite know what to do with himself. The orange-masked turtle, unable to read the room, kept sneaking glances at the dessert in the middle of the table, practically drooling.

Y/N swallowed nervously. The tension was thick—too thick.

She smoothed her apron with trembling hands, offering a hesitant smile in an attempt to break the ice.

"I... I'm so sorry about the setup," she began, her voice a little too high-pitched. "I wasn't expecting guests. Well... more guests." Her words faltered as she glanced around the table. "I didn't have time to prepare properly."

"There's no need to apologize," Leonardo said, his voice steady and calm. "This is more than enough."

His reassurance helped, but the weight of the atmosphere still pressed on her. She felt like every move she made was being scrutinized, especially under the gaze of the red-masked turtle.

"Still... let me grab more plates and something to cut the dessert," she said quickly, pushing herself up so hastily that she almost stumbled. Leo's hands shot out instinctively, ready to steady her if needed, but she didn't notice.

She hurried toward the kitchen, her cheeks warm with embarrassment.

The moment she disappeared, the fragile truce collapsed. The red-masked turtle leaned toward Leo, his voice dropping into a low growl. "Alright, Leo, spill it. What's the deal with her?"

Leo straightened, his jaw tightening as he shot his brother a warning look. "Not now, Ralph."

"Yeah, now," He pressed, though he kept his voice low. "You've been sneaking off without a word, and now we find you cozyin' up, playin' house with—"

"She's nice!" The orange-masked turtle interjected, his gaze flickering between the dessert and the conversation.

"Focus, Mikey," the red-masked turtle snapped, though his voice softened when he glanced toward the kitchen to make sure she wasn't listening.

The purple-masked turtle cleared his throat, his voice quieter but no less curious. "We just want to understand, Leo. How did this happen?"

Leo's eyes narrowed, but before he could answer—or swat away the orange-masked turtle's hand from the dessert for the third time—the sound of Y/N's returning footsteps silenced them all.

They immediately straightened, adopting neutral postures as though nothing had happened. The red-masked turtle crossed his arms again, glaring straight ahead, while the purple-masked one placed his hands neatly back on his knees. The orange-masked turtle hastily wiped his mouth, pretending he hadn't been drooling over the dessert moments ago.

Y/N paused in the doorway, her arms full with extra plates and a knife still sheathed for safety. She blinked at the sudden stillness of the room.

Leo gave her a reassuring nod, his calm expression unwavering. Slowly, she stepped forward, setting the plates down on the table.

Y/N forced a nervous smile, placing the plates on the table. "Sorry, there aren't enough utensils," she said softly. "We'll just... um, use our hands?"

"That's fine," Leo said quickly, his tone noticeably gentler than before.

"I hope everyone's hungry," she said softly, her voice just barely steady. "Who would like a slice?"

Leonardo answered first, his tone even. "I'd love one."

The orange-masked turtle immediately chimed in, nearly bouncing in his seat. "Me too! Me too!"

The purple-masked turtle offered a small nod, his voice quieter. "Same here."

Finally, the red-masked turtle grumbled something unintelligible before giving a curt nod, his expression unreadable.

Relief washed over Y/N, her anxious expression melting into a bright smile. The reaction made the turtles pause briefly, their eyes flicking between each other.

Carefully, Y/N set the plates down and unsheathed the knife. She moved with deliberate precision as she cut even slices of the dessert, her hands steady despite the nervous energy still buzzing in her chest.

As she passed each plate around the table, her thoughts raced:

It's so gosh darn awkward...

What the heck should she even say in this situation..?

Wait, maybe she should ask where they were from?

Eh, no... she'd sound so nosy...

Or, how they all knew Leo?

Ahhh... maybe that's too personal...?

The longer she struggled to think of something, the more the silence pressed down on her.

Her hands curled tighter into fists on her knees, her knuckles whitening. She couldn't bring herself to pick up her plate, let alone eat.

The pressure to speak, to make the room less unbearably tense, made her chest tighten—

Crunch.

The sound was jarring, loud and utterly unexpected. All heads turned toward the orange-masked turtle, who froze mid-bite, crumbs falling from his mouth. His fingers were sticky with raspberry sauce, and the plate in front of him was a disaster zone of crumbs and smeared filling.

Y/N blinked, her thoughts screeching to a halt. The absurdity of the moment was so different from the tension that had filled the room just seconds ago, and for a moment, she simply stared.

He blinked, slowly looking around at the stares aimed his way.

"What?" he asked innocently, his words muffled by the dessert still in his mouth.

"Pfftt——–Cough cough!"

Y/N's attempted stifled laugh turned into an abrupt cough, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, her face flushing with embarrassment. Her shoulders began to shake as the initial burst of laughter slipped out, quickly snowballing into uncontrollable giggles.

She turned slightly, but her shoulders only shook harder, and despite her best efforts, a soft snort escaped her.

The orange-masked turtle swallowed quickly and leaned across the table, grinning brightly at Y/N. "You have a beautiful laugh!" he exclaimed, making her laugh even harder, her cheeks flushing as she tried to wave him off.

"R-Really?" she managed between giggles.

"Absolutely!" He leaned in further, "Like, ten out of ten, would recommend!"

As Y/N leaned back to steady herself, Leo instinctively reached out, placing his arm behind her to make sure she wouldn't fall.

She froze quickly, startled by the unexpected contact, her thoughts scrambling to catch up. Leo, equally flustered, withdrew his arm immediately, his movements precise and measured.

Y/N straightened herself, still laughing softly as she turned to Leo. "..Thank you," she said, her voice soft and sincere.

He gave a curt nod, his usual stoic demeanor faltering for just a moment as he avoided her eyes. His gaze flicked briefly to the side before landing anywhere but her face. "Of course," he muttered, his voice low, though steady, as he straightened his posture.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the earlier tension dissolving like sugar in tea. For the first time since arriving, Y/N felt herself relax. The corners of her lips lifted into a soft, natural smile as she leaned forward, her hands clasped together in her lap.

"I just realized," she began, her voice carrying a warm but hesitant tone, "I never introduced myself properly. I'm Y/N. It's really nice to meet all of you."

The words had barely left her mouth when the orange-masked turtle's eyes lit up, glowing with the kind of excitement reserved for lottery winners.

He bolted upright so quickly that his dessert plate teetered dangerously on the edge of the table.

"Hold the phone!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air as if announcing breaking news. "You mean to tell me—" He pointed dramatically at her, his mouth agape. "You don't know who we are? Oh no. Oh no. This cannot stand!"

Y/N blinked, startled by his sudden burst of energy. Before she could say a word, he was already on his feet, spinning like an overly enthusiastic game show host.

"Ladies and gentlemen—and Y/N!"

"Welcome to the Ultimate Bro-Down!"

A chorus of groans rose from behind him.

"Mikey, don't," Leo muttered, already massaging the bridge between his eyes like a troubled parent.

"Oh, Mikey, do!" He shot back, wagging a finger at his older brother. He turned back to Y/N, his grin undeterred. "Prepare to have your mind blown!"

Y/N tilted her head, "What exactly... is happening?" she asked, as she couldn't help the smile from growing.

"Glad you asked!" He clapped his hands together. With his signature grin, he dramatically placed a hand over his own chest. "Before anything else, let's get to the most important introduction—me!" He struck a pose so exaggerated Y/N instinctively shielded her eyes and turned her head slightly, squinting against the imaginary glare.

"Michelangelo, the one and only! Party dude extraordinaire, pizza connoisseur, and—obviously—the coolest one here."

"Mikey..." The purple-masked turtle groaned from behind him.

Unbothered, Mikey turned to Y/N and gave her a playful wink. "But you can call me Mikey! All my friends do."

Y/N blinked in awe, but couldn't stop her laugh from bubbling up. "It's nice to meet you, Mikey."

Mikey nodded, pleased with her response. He then gestured to his brothers. "And now, for the supporting cast—"

With a twirl, he pointed toward the turtle in purple. "First up, we've got the man, the myth, the brainiac legend—Donatello! Genius inventor, tech wizard, and the undisputed king of all things requiring his brain!"

Donnie, caught mid-eating his dessert, froze. He coughed at the sudden spotlight before adjusting his glasses—glasses that, as Y/N quickly noticed, didn't even have lenses. He gave a small, awkward wave. "Uh... hi," he said, his voice polite but undeniably shy. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"See?" Mikey chimed in, gesturing toward Donnie with both hands. "Genius. You're already smarter just being in the same room as him." Before Donnie could protest, Mikey spun to his next target.

"And now!" he announced, pointing toward the turtle in red. "Brace yourself for the brawn, the menace, the attitude—Raphael! The guy you definitely want on your side in a fight!"

Raphael groaned audibly, crossing his arms over his chest as his scowl deepened. "What the hell, Mikey—!"

"Ah-ah-ah!" Mikey interjected with a wag of his finger. He leaned closer to Y/N, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't let the scowl fool you. He's a total softie underneath all that gruffness. Big ol' teddy bear."

Raph's glare sharpened, "I'll show ya' teddy bear," he muttered darkly, though his tone lacked conviction. Turning to Y/N, he gave her a curt nod.

Y/N's laughed as she nodded back.

"And finally!" Mikey spun one last time, his arm sweeping dramatically toward Leonardo, who was already shaking his head. "The fearless leader! The man who carries the weight of the world—and us—on his shoulders. The one and only, Leonardo!"

Leo sighed heavily. He straightened, fixing Mikey with a look of exasperation that might have sent anyone else running. But when his gaze shifted to Y/N, his expression softened considerably. "It's a pleasure to meet you again," he said, inclining his head slightly in a gesture that felt both respectful and warm.

And then—

"Wow!" Y/N clapped her hands together, her light-hearted laugh bubbling up like a bell, echoing through the room. Her eyes sparkled, the tension that had earlier clung to her posture visibly melting away. "That was incredible!"

Mikey beamed, puffing out his chest proudly. "Finally, someone who appreciates art when they see it!"

"Art," Donnie muttered, his voice tinged with dry humor. "That's one way to put it..."

Ralph rolled his eyes, though his face had softened considerably.

But it was Leonardo who couldn't help but focus entirely on Y/N. The sound of her laugh, the brightness in her expression—it was like a weight lifted from the room. His shoulders, which had been taut with quiet tension since his brothers' abrupt arrival, relaxed at last. Seeing her ease into the moment, feeling comfortable enough to laugh with his brothers, brought him a quiet sense of relief.

୨ TINY THEATRE ୧

*nobody realizing that Mikey's a paid actor*

Leo: *makes sure she won't fall*

Y/N: ... (//▽//)

Leo: ... (,,¬﹏¬,,)

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୨ Any constructive criticism? Please comment below! ˘ᗜ˘ ৎ

#x reader #tmnt #bayverse leo #leonardo x reader #bayverse tmnt #leo x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo

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remedyturtles · 10 months ago

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

thank u for the tag @kiaxet 🥺

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60 including anonymous works

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

816,928

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment it’s all turtles all the time. i’ve written for so very many previously

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

winner is little kid with a big death wish, followed by techno fic from my dsmp days, then firefight, and then the fireworks and shore series from my life smp days

5. Do you respond to comments?

as many as i can!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i like angsty beginning and middle but i almost always try to have a happy ending. minus my ONE mcyt fic that ends in canonical character death

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they’re all pretty happy endings lol it would be hard to rank

8. Do you get hate on fics?

the vast majority of commenters are extremely lovely people

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

for other fandoms. not sure what ‘kind’ lol — the kind with smut haha?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i LOVE crossovers but i haven’t ever published one myself. scary to try and get two canons right at once!!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes unfortunately lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes VERY FORTUNATELY!!! i am still so honoured by it 😭😭

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not anything published! but i’ve noodled with writer friends in a doc or two

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

cannot believe you’d expect a person who’s been on tumblr since 2011 to pick ONE

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

urghhhhh i’ve started a couple things that are rotting in my docs but pretty much if it’s rotting then i don’t wanna finish anyway it so it doesn’t matter.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i can write a lot. whether or not it’s good is another matter lol but hey there will be a lot of it

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i can’t read what i’ve written so it makes editing hard

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

what an oddly specific question? i’d say i guess if the character doesn’t know the language then use a line like ‘she said something in x’ and if the character does know then use the words from the language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

general hospital. yes the soap opera. it explains a lot abt my story telling i think LMAO

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

the storm will take its pieces … probably the only fic i’ve ever been consistently proud of

i tag you. if you wanna do it.

#rem askbox #tag game

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thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos · 7 months ago

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ERHIT CH 12 EXCERPT

THE FROSTING SCENE Bayverse Leo x Rose (my OC)

(yes I'm just now realizing the accidental Titanic ref)

This is the tooth-rottingest, fluffiest thing I've ever written and I just need y'all to see it. Warning: it gets...mildly spicy at the end. Like enchilada sauce spicy

turts and oc are late 20s

MINORS DNI 18+

read the full chapter here or ao3

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He shrugged at her and pulled them both over to the counter where his brother’s cinnamon rolls were cooling on the counter.

“Well, knowing Raph, he’s probably too grumpy to eat them now. And,” he continued, giving Rose a mischievous smile. “They smell way too good to let them go to waste.”

She sighed. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?”

He let her go from his embrace to walk around the other side of the island counter, smirk still painted on his lips. “You love it.”

He opened the fridge, hunting for something, and Rose rolled her eyes at Leo and mumbled under her breath as she sat down on the bar stool.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Leo pulled out a can of cream cheese frosting from the fridge and grabbed a knife from the drawer, starting the arduous task of icing the rolls. He blushed a little as he smiled and scraped frosting onto the bread, and after a moment, raised the goo-covered knife at her with a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“What was that?”

Rose felt the heat crawl across her skin. “Oh, nothing,” she hummed back.

He wiped the excess frosting from the knife onto his finger, slowly moving around the island to where she sat perched on the stool.

“Leo, what are you doing-”

“You’re sure it was nothing?”

She put her hands up as she slid off the stool and backed away from the hulking turtle in front of her. “Leo, don’t you dare-” she laughed, eyes darting and looking for an escape route.

“I’m not doing anything.”

He smirked at her, looking at the frosting on his fingers for a moment before making a sudden move forward without warning, swiping a smear across her cheek.

Rose gasped, hand flying to her face. “Leo!” she laughed, wiping the frosting off with a finger. “You did not just do that.”

Leo chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. He shrugged his shoulders.

Rose stuck her fingers in the near empty can and fished out a big smear of frosting, her own smile widening. “Oh, you’re going to regret that, Blue.”

He started to back away, but before Leo could get out of her reach, she smeared a dollop across his snout. Leo froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Oh, it’s on!”

She squealed and ran from him as he fished out more sticky frosting, vaulting herself over the couch in an attempt to flee from another attack.

He quickly caught up to her and planted another gob of sugary topping on her chin, as his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place against his plastron.

Rose was giggling as she wiggled in his arm, completely helpless as he lifted a hand up to her face and smeared the frosting in more against her cheek. She squawked and batted at his large fingers, pulling a deep laugh from the terrapin holding her hostage.

“Tru-uce, Le-Leo! Truce!”

He let her go with a chuckle, and she turned around with her hands on her hips, trying to look stern but failing miserably as she broke into a grin. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Leo grinned back, grabbing a towel from the coffee table nearby and wiping his hands. "It's part of my charm." He offered it to her, and she gratefully accepted and wiped the sticky sugar off her fingers.

Rose rolled her eyes, but her smile didn't fade. "Well, Mr. Charming, I think we better clean up before someone else sees and asks questions."

Leo cocked his head to the side with a lop-sided grin. "Agreed. But I have to admit, that was the most fun I've had in a while." The soft smile lingered on his lips as he stood in front of her, snout still covered in frosting.

She reached up and wiped a bit from his face, her touch lingering for a moment. "Yeah, me too. "

The blue of his eyes glimmered with a sweet tenderness as he looked down at her. He lifted a hand to the nape of her neck, and rubbed his thumb gently against her skin as he churred softly.

She sighed at the touch, and her eyes closed as she leaned into his hand.

“How are you still beautiful covered in frosting?”

He felt her tense in his palm as her orbs popped open and she looked back at him, green emeralds bright at his words.

“I don’t know about that, Leo.” Rose bit her lip and broke away from his gaze. He tapped his thumb on her neck and hummed disapprovingly, and his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in against his plastron. He could feel her pulse quicken as her chest pressed into the keratin.

She flicked her eyes back up to meet his.

“If I have to tell you every day, I will. You’re beautiful.”

A blush flushed across her cheeks as she sighed and gave him a sheepish smile. “Even if-”

He leaned down a little, and tilted her head slightly towards his as the smile began to slowly fade from his lips and a darker expression took its place. “Yep.”

Rose giggled nervously. “You didn’t know what I was going to say.” She could feel the internal pull towards him as he leaned in, her own body mirroring his.

“Doesn’t matter,” his face was close enough to hers now that his voice was a low whisper that tingled against her skin as he spoke. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

A breathy sigh left her lips as his snout brushed against her nose. Leo gently pulled her in closer, bringing her body flush to his and sending shivers up her spine. His touch at her neck remained soft, thumb brushing at the delicate skin and teasing tender lines and sensations as she began to feel the deep gnaw of hunger between her thighs.

Leo tilted his head further and let his lips lightly brush against hers, bringing a low rumble from his chest to fill the air between them. She lifted a hand to cup his jaw, and bit back a whine as he turned slightly to brush his soft, but firm pout against her cheek in a light kiss. Her skin tingled at the contact, imprinting the moment like a polaroid. She felt so…warm. The heat spread through her veins like fire.

“You taste pretty good.” He murmured huskily, licking his lips as he pulled back. She watched his tongue sweep across his bottom lip with want etched over her face.

Her hand at his jaw stopped his retreat, the hungry look she wore as she pulled him back to her lips made his breath hitch in his throat. Rose cocked a smirk at him, blush spread across her cheeks and pulse thrumming against his palm as she gazed up at him.

“God Leo, will you just kiss me already?”

He smiled, and raised his hand from the nape of her neck to her jaw as he ducked his head down to close the gap between them.

Leo pressed a soft kiss to her lips, heat sparking and blooming at the tenderness as his firm pout brushed against hers. The gentle heat behind it surprised her, and a soft moan sang from her throat when her lips parted slightly and he deepened the kiss. She was adrift as his tongue danced with hers in slow, languid sweeps, practically vibrating with want as lips caressed in melting passes of growing need.

His arm around her waist pulled tighter, wrapping her deeper in his embrace as his mouth claimed hers. She felt dizzy as her body pleaded for him, hips pressed tight together and needing more. The feeling of his lips against hers was becoming as precious a thing to her as oxygen.

A low moan rumbled from Leo’s chest, almost mournful, and he gave her one last tender kiss on her lush pout before slowly pulling back to press a chaste peck against her forehead with closed eyes. Her breath was a shaky pant, heart fluttering in her chest as she steadied herself in his embrace.

Her eyes were hazy when he moved to look at her again, muddy with lust. Leo’s face was a softer mirror of hers; joy beating in his heart and shining in his eyes like pools of seawater.

“That was..incredible.” She bit her lip with a soft smile, savoring the memory as it lingered on her pout. She lifted her other hand to his plastron, pressing her fingers against the thick plates.

He shook his head slowly, a grin blooming sweetly on his lips and blush peeking out under his mask. Leo let go of her waist and placed his three-fingered hand over hers on his chest.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Ahem.”

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#bayverse leo #tmnt #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2014/16 #tmnt aged up #leo smut #leoooooo #every rose has it's thorn #bayverse turtles #bayverse leonardo #my writing

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goodlucktai · 2 years ago

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Didn’t want to overwhelm what I’m sure is a very full inbox, since I’ll admit I have submitted a few requests before — but periodically I can’t pass up the chance when you say they’re still open (pending your whim, of course, as it should be). so anyway. I ADORE your tmnt 2003/2012 crossover where the 12s are looking for their sensei, all from 03s POV. And then I ALSO ADORE the 2012/Rise, from 12Mikey’s POV about Little Blue. So — any chance you fancy a 2003/Rise crossover? Perhaps an 03Leo observation of the absolutely terrifying raw power these bitty baby turtles call ninpo? 03Donnie trying to make sense of RiseMikey yeeting a cargo ship? Rise boys pointing out 03Raph’s accent as the only new yorker? that’s a bunch sorry have a lovely day!

It happens on an unremarkable Tuesday night, as they’re heading home from a relatively quiet patrol. Raph is grumbling under his breath because he still has energy to burn, and one tussle with the Dragons was about one-tenth of the outlet he was looking for.

Mikey’s natural state of being is still-has-energy-to-burn and he walks backwards to make a moue of false sympathy in Raph’s direction.

“Aww, poor Raphie,” the little menace coos. “We’ll find you another head to knock, I promise.”

“Won’t have to look very far, there’s one right here,” the red-banded turtle growls, and dives after him. Mikey shrieks in combination terror-excitement and darts around the other side of Leo. Leo allows himself to be circled, looking as though he’s ready to go straight to bed when he gets home, where at least he won’t have to deal with any annoying little siblings for the next six solid hours.

“Hey, um,” Donnie says from somewhere behind them. “Umm, Leo? Guys?”

His tone draws Raph up short. He turns with the long tails of Mikey’s mask still caught in his fist, while Mikey continues to squawk and flail. Leo is already moving out from in between the two of them, abandoning the youngest to his fate and approaching Donatello swiftly.

He doesn’t even need to ask what caught the genius’ eye. Donnie is staring at a bright point of light above the street. It hovers for a moment and then begins to open wider, warm and yellow and glowing.

As Raph watches, something falls through. Someone. He barely has a second to make out the vaguely human shape of the body before the mask tails in his hand are yanked away and his smallest brother is racing forward across the rooftop like a bullet.

Leo makes an aborted move to stop him, but there’s no point. Mikey has always been the fastest of the four and he has always, exclusively, only ever done what he wanted to do. Really, Raph shouldn’t even be surprised.

Mikey catapults off the parapet, collides with the body before it can fall more than a few feet toward the unforgiving asphalt eight stories below, and brings it safely to the roof of an adjacent building, taking the brunt of the fall in a neat barrel roll.

“Ugh, he’s gonna be bragging about that catch for weeks,” Raph mutters, keeping pace with Leo as they follow him over.

Donnie is way ahead of them both, easing the body out of Mikey’s arms by the time the eldest turtles catch up. It’s a green-skinned teenager, with the oh-so-familiar built-in armor of a turtle shell. The red stripes on his face, and yellow ones down his arms and legs, are obscured almost entirely by grisly bruises and a not-insignificant amount of blood. Most tellingly, the kid is wearing a bright blue ninja mask.

“Oh,” Don says, pausing in opening his medkit. He rubs one hand gently over the little mutant’s bruised forehead. “It’s another Leo.”

It says something about their lives that this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s ever happened on a Tuesday. Above them, the portal the kid came through is closing rapidly. The light goes with it, dwindling until it’s gone.

“He’s tiny,” Mikey says, all the joy and irreverence from a few moments ago blown clean out of his expression. Raph doesn’t like to see him look so worried, brow creased beneath his sunny orange mask. “And he’s hurt bad.”

“What the hell happened to him?” Raph rumbles, arms folded tight across his own plastron. It rankles to see any version of Leonardo injured like this. “And where the hell are his brothers?”

“They can’t be far,” Leo says, because it’s unspoken that where one of them goes, they all go, no matter what backwards dimension they might come from. He kneels next to his younger brothers and looks over his small counterpart with grave eyes. “But there’s no time to wait. He needs stitches at the very least. Donnie, can we move him?”

Donnie finishes packing the sluggishly bleeding gash above the kid’s knee with a temporary bandage and tapes it down, then sets about the rest of his medical examination, brown eyes troubled.

“There’s a crack in his shell that concerns me,” he says, probing around the kid’s neck with careful fingers. “And he almost definitely sustained some head trauma. I just can’t be certain about a spinal injury. I don’t want to risk permanent damage by manhandling him into the sewers. There’s also—oh.”

Donnie’s hands pause where he’d been feeling down the kid’s right arm. He pulls it out carefully from where it’s sandwiched between the kid’s side and Mikey’s plastron. Raph stoops to get a closer look at whatever got Donnie’s attention and then feels his chest go tight with rage.

They’re chains. Tiny, glowing links of burnished gold, almost translucent, wrapped firmly around the strange mutant’s forearm. And his fist is clenched around what looks like a piece of paper, but the chains are more concerning.

“Hey, uh, what the fuck,” Mikey says loudly. His hands on the kid’s shoulders tighten there protectively. “Can we get those off?”

“Let’s try,” Leo says, his own eyes whited-out and narrowed. He tests the chains with a touch, the way of someone testing the elements on a stove to see if they’re hot. When nothing happens, he grips one of the chain links firmly and begins to pull.

Raph, Donnie and Mikey all jump at the same time when Leo suddenly yanks his hand away with a hiss.

“What?” Donnie blurts. “What happened? Did it burn you?”

“No, it—it bit me,” Leo replies, shaking out his hand.

The golden chains glow a little brighter as the brothers watch, and now there are bright purple sparks trailing warningly up and down the length of them like an electric current. Raph eyes the purple warily. It looks like it bites.

“Try a knife?” Mikey says, tone upturned at the end because he’s as much out of his depth as the rest of them are.

Donnie hums, brow wrinkled thoughtfully, and works a kunai out of his belt. He slides the edge under one of the chains without issue, but the moment he starts to apply pressure, the orange glow and purple sparks become limned with red, like some kind of armor. The chains constrict slightly, biting tighter into the kid’s arm.

Back off, they say, as clearly as anything without a voice ever could.

“Leave it for now,” Raph says. He won’t say it out loud, aware of how stupid it would sound, but that color combination alone soothes some of the jagged uncertainty he has about this whole situation. “It ain’t like Little Blue’s a prisoner. We can deal with the chains once we’ve dealt with the obviously broken bones.”

Leo nods, on the same page for once. “Can you wake him up, Donnie?”

“Actually, I have just the thing,” Donnie says, like that’s some big surprise, hauling his satchel around and digging through it for a moment. That thing might as well belong to Mary Poppins, and he proves it nearly every day. Sure enough, Don emerges victorious with a container of tiny capsules. Shaking one out into his palm, he says, “Smelling salts. Sort of. My own spin, anyway. Mike, brace him as best you can, okay?”

“You got it, Doc,” Mikey says, picking the parts of the kid’s chest and shoulder that look the least beat-to-hell and planting his hands there.

Donnie snaps the capsule and waves it under Little Blue’s beak. It takes all of three seconds for the kid to give a violent full-body jerk, flailing wildly and going nowhere beneath Mikey’s steady grip. His eyes fly open, a burst of bright gold, and dart around frantically. The left eye is bloodied. Raph can feel his metaphorical hackles going up, because someone obviously beat the shit out of this kid, and he can’t be much older than fifteen.

“Hey, easy,” Mikey says, in a light, breezy tone, “you’re okay, you’re safe.”

“Okay, we can knock spinal injuries off the list,” Donnie says. He looks like about a hundred pounds of stress was just lifted off his shoulders.

Little Blue squints at them, all woozy. When he finally finds Mikey’s face, probably little more than a green and orange blur from his perspective, he relaxes visibly.

“Dee’s tryin’ to experiment on me again,” he whines. “Make ‘im stop or I’m telling Raph.”

Message delivered, he slumps back into sleep after that—apparently reassured by his present company, looming threat of unwilling experimentation notwithstanding. Donatello looks bewildered, and glances sidelong at Raph. Raph shrugs. Leo huffs out a laugh, sitting back on his heels.

“I’d know that tone anywhere. If he’s not the youngest, he’s close.”

“He’s just like me for real,” Mikey pipes up, grinning widely. “Home?”

“Home,” Leo confirms. “Can you carry him?”

“Uhh, are you kidding? He’s probably about as heavy as a handful of grapes.”

“We need to be careful with his arm. The, uh, unchained one. It’s broken in a couple of places. And try not to jostle his leg, either. And his shell—”

“Don, we get it,” Raph says, not unkindly. “Fragile, handle with care. Hear that, chucklehead? No razzmatazz.”

Mikey makes an offended noise and Leo cuts them off at the pass with the grace and finesse of someone who’s been single-handedly dealing with their shit for the better part of twenty years. “Let’s go Mikey. We’ve been out here too long already, and that light-show might have attracted some attention. I’ll call sensei once we start moving and ask him to prepare the infirmary bed for us.”

It’s a group effort to get the kid folded into Mikey’s arms in a manner that doesn’t upset Donnie’s doctoral sensibilities. But he’s such a scrawny stringbean that Mikey carries him with the same level of effort Casey might use to haul around a couple twelve packs of Cherry Coke.

Little Blue, for his part, only squirms to get comfortable and smushes his cheek against Mikey’s shoulder without waking. He’s clearly used to being hauled around. Raph won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it, but he thinks Leo was probably right. That’s little sibling behavior if Raph’s ever seen it.

Splinter takes the arrival of a fifth turtle in the lair like a champ. It’ll be a cold day in hell when they manage to surprise their dad for real. His aged brown eyes are gentle as Mikey sets the kid on the cot, and he lingers nearby as Donnie prepares the fiberglass for the arm cast. He’s probably remembering when Fearless was that small.

Splinter manages to work Blue’s fist free of the paper he was clutching and smooths out the creases. It looks like it might be a photo. Whatever it is, it causes the rat’s eyes to get very old and very sad. He puts it back in the little mutant’s hand and closes his fingers around it again.

Somehow Little Blue manages to sleep through the stitches and the setting of his broken arm. He doesn’t even stir as he’s tipped onto his side so ointment can be applied to the crack in his shell before the edges are smeared with epoxy and forced back together.

He could probably use the rest—he looks like he just tumbled out of the end of the world. Donnie isn’t concerned about the prolonged stint of unconsciousness only because the kid was awake for a few minutes and coherent enough to form sentences, as confused as they were.

The chains have dulled to the barest glow. Every now and then they light up like Christmas, but only for a minute or two. Mikey dubs it “energy-saving mode.” It’s remarkably un-reassuring.

The whole clan eats dinner in the infirmary in a bunch of mismatched chairs, all of them reluctant to leave the battered child’s side. The second time one of his brothers starts to nod off, Raph makes the executive decision that he’ll take first watch.

Because none of his siblings know how to do anything the easy way, he has to all but run them out at blade-point.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t slept in three days, Don,” Raph says mercilessly. Donnie withers like a little overwatered plant when sensei’s sharp eyes descend upon him. “And Mikey, you’re barely any better than him. I will gladly throw you under the bus next, try me.”

“And we call Leo the mother hen,” the youngest grumbles, only to squeak and dive behind Leo when Raph advances a single threatening step in his direction.

“C’mon, you two,” Leo says, herding them out. “We can have a sleepover in the den. That way we’ll hear it if Raph calls us.”

It’s an unspoken request for Raph to wake them if anything happens. Raphael salutes him only semi-sarcastically and takes up camp next to the cot. Splinter draws a chair up beside Raph’s, whiskers twitching with amusement as Mikey whines from the living room, “But I won’t even be able to sleep!”

“He’ll be out like a light in twenty,” Raph says dryly.

“Ten, if Donatello puts on “How It’s Made,”” Splinter replies with equal parts exasperation and affection. He puts one clawed hand on Little Blue’s forehead, and goes on, “It was good of you to bring him here.”

Wondering if he’ll ever outgrow the uncomfortable feeling he gets from any sort of praise, Raph spins a sai for something to do with his hands and mutters, “Well, yeah. Us turtles gotta look out for each other. It’s not like the humans are gonna do it.”

Splinter kindly moves on. “The boy’s qi is very bright, for all that something has recently attempted to snuff it out. I can tell he was raised in a home full of love.”

“Someone’s gotta be missin’ him,” Raph agrees. It makes his stomach sink to think of some version of his family missing their Leo.

Reading Raph’s mind as easily as he always has, the rat transfers his hand to his son’s arm and pats gently. “We will make sure that he finds his way home. Now,” he adds in a brighter tone, “tell me about my two youngest refusing to take proper care of themselves. I need to know how many flips to assign.”

Grinning, Raphael settles in to spend these quiet early morning hours gossiping with his father.

He must doze off himself at some point, because his senses kick him awake the second before a heavy thud would have. He jumps to his feet, but Splinter raises a hand to calm him.

“Our guest is up,” the rat says mildly. “Collect your brothers.”

Normally, Raph would have something to say about leaving his father alone with a potentially dangerous unknown variable. In this case, he catches sight of two very bright, very frightened gold eyes staring at him from behind the cot, and decides Splinter is probably on the right track. Surprise, surprise.

So Raphael backs up toward the door, scrutinized every inch of the way. As he’s leaving, he hears the kid say, in a tone that’s aiming for demanding and landing somewhere around plaintive instead, “Who are you? Where’s my dad?” It makes Raph want to hit something.

His little brothers are fast asleep in a pile on the sofa. Leo is also actually resting for once in his goddamn life in the armchair, curled up with his limbs all folded like a pretzel. The TV is still on, but the volume is turned almost all the way down. Raph makes it a single step into the room before Leo’s eyes slide open, meeting Raph’s unerringly in the low light.

“He’s up,” Raph says plainly. “And he’s a little freaked out. Kinda got the idea that sensei wants us to make ourselves scarce for a bit.”

Leo nods. With his mask slung around his neck like a bandanna, the worry lines between his eyes are more obvious.

“Let’s make breakfast,” he decides. “You and I can handle a few omelets.”

Mikey usually takes charge of meals, because the goofball has never really shaken off the idea that he doesn’t contribute as much to the general workings of their family as everyone else does. Which is a fucking joke. They’d probably last all of two days without Michelangelo, and they’d be the most miserable two days known to man.

So his big brothers make it a point to wrestle control of the kitchen from him every now and then. Meals aren’t as good when anyone else is doing the cooking, but it’s the principle of the thing.

As Raph is beating a big mixing bowl of eggs together, he blurts, “If you got flung into another dimension, I’d drag your ass back home first thing. You’re not getting out of this shit that easy.”

“Language,” Leo says without looking up from the bell peppers on his cutting board. There’s a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. “And I know you would.”

There’s a thump from the general area of the den—presumably a turtle falling off the sofa—followed by the low tones of Donnie and Mikey arguing sleepily. Raph’s heart does this big warm stretch in his chest as they amble into the kitchen, something he would never in his life admit to out loud.

Mikey’s mouth is open to protest this shameless coup of his kitchen. Raphael points the whisk at him warningly.

“One word and I’m tossing onions in here,” he says. “A whole bunch of ‘em.”

It’s as much of a threat as it needs to be. Mikey’s beak wrinkles but he only circles around the table to start the coffee for Don.

They return to the infirmary armed with plates and drinks. Little Blue is sitting on the edge of the cot, watching them with obvious wariness on his face. When this version of Mikey who isn’t his Mikey approaches him, Blue’s expression does something it hurts to look at. But he musters up a smile anyway and takes the plate and mug he’s offered.

The plate goes to the side right away. The mug is turned around and around in his hands. It’s a start.

“Um, hi,” he says. His voice is a shock to the system. He sounds like a childhood memory. “I guess introductions would be kind of redundant, huh?”

Donatello smiles. “That’s right. Do you already have experience with other dimensions?”

The kid’s hands go white-knuckled around his drink. “Not till recently,” he says woodenly. “And not like this. Donnie loves to talk about the multiverse theory, though. I’m an expert by proxy.”

Raph recognizes it when someone is on the brink of a panic attack and keeping it at bay by the skin of their fucking teeth, and his family sees it, too. He can practically see Leo reshuffling the course of this gentle interrogation, bypassing the obvious next question of “what the hell happened” for something a little safer instead.

“You were pretty banged up when we found you,” is what he lands on. “Do you feel alright?”

Leo’s tiny counterpart doesn’t seem to know what to make of him, equal parts awed and troubled. He glances over at Raph quickly, something of a knee-jerk reaction, and his face creases a little when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. His eyes fly to Donnie next, where they only linger for a second before falling to his lap.

Raph can’t imagine how alone he must feel.

“Think so,” the kid says by way of answer. “I mean, my entire body feels like one big bruise, but I didn’t die. So I’ll take it as a win.” He blinks. “Unless I did die and this is a really weird afterlife. Or my brain is in that pre-death electrical storm and all my cells are depolarizing en masse and this is what it cooked up for me to go out with.”

Okay, the kid is beginning to sound more like a Donatello than a Leonardo now, but the way his voice is getting tighter and faster is all Mikey when he freaks himself out.

“Hey, hey,” Raph says as he stands, shoving his plate towards Leo blindly and lifting his empty hands. It doubles as a ‘slow down’ gesture, and also as a means to grab Blue if he passes out. “Cool it, kiddo. We’re not a—a brain tsunami or whatever the hell you just said.”

“That’s probably what a brain tsunami would say,” Blue says faintly.

Raph takes those few steps to the kid’s side, coming to stand between him and Splinter. He reaches out to tap the bottom of the mug Blue’s strangling.

“Drink,” he orders. “You’re safe here. If you need someplace to panic, or scream, or throw things, I’ll show you my wreck room. But you’re not allowed to see it at all if you pass out again.”

The kid obediently lifts the mug to his mouth, mumbling a petulant, “Okay, mom.”

It’s the exact same tone of voice that Raph, Mikey, Donnie and even Casey have used to say those exact same words to Leo. Raph’s shock must show on his face, because Splinter lets out a quiet huff of laughter. Leo’s laugh, somewhere behind them, is louder.

The miserable expression on Blue’s face clears after the first sip. Leo’s favorite drink when they were little, before he started to abandon childish things and mold himself into the shape of a leader, was strawberry milk. From the way Blue lifts wide gold eyes towards Mikey and holds the mug closer to his center, it’s his favorite, too. And it’s a piece of home he wasn’t expecting to find in this weird place.

Mikey winks at him and a line of tension in Blue’s shoulders fades away. For the second time since waking up, Blue smiles back. It comes a little easier to him this time.

Raph isn’t surprised. A Mikey makes everything better.

“While I can understand why a wave of short-circuiting neurons in your brain might seem like the most logical explanation for this,” Donatello says, which makes goddamn one of them, “I can promise you that this is real. You fell through a portal in Brooklyn.”

“A portal?” Blue asks. “A yellow one?”

“Yeah! You remember?” Mikey says brightly.

“I remember the light,” he replies slowly. He sets his cup down, and his hand drifts over to the crumpled-up photo sitting on the cot beside him. He doesn’t lift it or look at it, he just sets his hand on it, like he’s taking strength from its existence. “It was so dark and cold, and then the sun came out. I think I reached for it. I don’t know how I ended up here.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Leo says firmly. “And those chains, too.”

“Chains?” the kid asks.

“The ones on your arm,” Donnie says. “You don’t feel them?”

Little Blue looks down at both his casted and his whole arm, frowning. He lifts the whole one closer, turning it, and Raph catches the faint glimmer of those stubborn chains before they explode into burning gold. Blue yelps in surprise, and Raph’s brothers fly to their feet.

“Did that hurt?” Mikey says all frantic, flapping his hands.

It’s a fair question. Little Blue’s eyes are still wide and stunned, but now they’re filling rapidly with tears. He touches the chain the same way Leo had, like he’s testing something. It’s on the tip of Raph’s tongue to warn him not to, but it turns out not to be necessary.

That aggressive show the lights put on for Raph and his siblings is nonexistent. Those purple sparks circle Blue’s fingers harmlessly. The red glow is a steady, unfaltering warmth. The chains themselves cinch tighter, resolute and unbreakable.

Donnie’s mind is racing behind his brown eyes. He’s putting together what Raph’s heart had already figured out back on that rooftop.

Wherever one of them goes, they all go. It didn’t make sense to find any version of Leonardo by himself, because his brothers would never have let him go without a fight. The place he belongs to would fight tooth and nail to keep him.

Sure enough, Little Blue hugs his arm against his plastron and whispers, “Thanks for holding onto me.”

Then he’s in motion. He knocks back the rest of his strawberry milk like he’s a character in a Western film throwing back a shot of rye, crams the photo into the pouch at his waist, and hops off the cot. He staggers immediately, catching himself on the arm of Splinter’s chair. The whole thing is not giving Raph a whole lot of confidence in whatever this kid is planning, but he gets the feeling that trying to stop him now would be like trying to stop a trainwreck with his bare hands.

Blue points at the butter knife on Leo’s plate, there because he eats his omelets like an old man.

“Can I borrow that?”

“Uh, sure,” Leo says, standing up and passing it over.

“Thanks,” his young counterpart says with a winning smile, just seconds before it lights up in his hands and changes shape. When the bright blue glare fades, there’s a katana in the kid’s hand where a butter knife used to be.

“What the fuck?” Raph and Mikey shout at the same time, though Mikey’s is more of a delighted shriek.

Blue is blinking rapidly, like he’s trying to clear his gaze. He’s swaying where he stands, and Splinter’s brow is folded in concern, but before anyone can stop him, he lifts his shiny new sword in front of him and slashes down through empty air.

Right away, a small cyan portal opens in front of him. It’s charged and electrified, a playful spinning thing. Raph’s heart is racing, and he puts out a hand to keep Mikey firmly behind him. Similarly, Leo has a solid grip on the leather strap across Don’s plastron, because their little brothers are both the same type of idiot in opposite directions when it comes to sparkly unexplainable things.

Little Blue, for his part, looks disappointed in his portal and in himself, and it bleeds quickly into frustration. “Come on,” he says, shaking the sword in his hand. He forces the portal open a little wider, gaining a few inches in diameter. It’s still not big enough to be anything like a door, or even a window.

“Your qi is exhausted,” Splinter says gently. “It will take days yet to build it up into even half of what it should be.”

“I don’t want to wait days,” Blue grits out, hand white-knuckled around the hilt. “I want to go home.”

The chains on his arm begin to unravel, elongating impossibly, becoming bigger and denser. Now they more closely resemble the heavy-duty chains Don uses in the garage to lift engines above his head. Two loops remain around his wrist, and the rest of it goes flying into that portal.

For a moment, nothing happens.

And then, to put it in scientific terms, the portal fucking explodes.

What started as the size of a dinner plate is now easily big enough for the Battle Shell to barrel through with plenty of clearance on all sides. It stands almost as tall as the ceiling and just as wide. And it barely has a chance to exist in this state for more than a second before multiple bodies come hurtling through from the other side at break-neck speed.

“LEO!” three young voices scream, and Little Blue drops his sword to meet the chaos with open arms.

“Took you long enough,” he says warmly.

#tmnt 2k3 #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #reduxi: the rise remix #this got away from me lmao #i may write a 2nd part if anyone is super interested #this wasnt exactly what u asked for sorry anon !

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Shadows Entwined: part 8

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 / Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: We are adding some friendly drama today, ulalala.

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Batman still hasn’t woken up after Arkham. Batgirl is hiding something about Donnie, and you and Leo have a moment.

Warnings: None as far as I can think of other than spelling💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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Sometimes you wondered where on earth you would be without Alfred. Had he not been a part of your life, you weren’t sure how any of you would be able to get Bruce back home safely. And you had to admit, there was something badass about watching your father’s usually mild mannered butler drive the Batmobile out the gates of Arkham Asylum, with Bruce and Damian in the back, just in time before the police got there.

You stayed back at the asylum with Batgirl and the turtles, standing in the entrance with all the inmates groaning or unconscious on the floor, as commissioner Gordon drove up to the front door. The commissioner was stunned, staring at the inmates, shocked by their mutated state, registering only a few of the words Leonardo told him, as he explained what had transpired.

“Crime fighting mutant turtles, and a mutant snake Joker”, he sighed, rubbing his forehead, looking at the anti ooze Donatello had handed him. “I should really go on a vacation soon”.

You couldn’t blame the poor guy. He rarely had any days off, and you could only imagine how he was stressing him out. This city was never quiet, and with the still expanding addition of mutants, made it all worse for him.

With the police updated and the situation under control, all six of you made your way back to Wayne Manor. Raphael grumbled all along the way, about how he was going to punch Shredder and Ra’s al Ghul’s faces in with his bare fists.

“That’s good and all”, Leo told him over his shoulder as you jumped over the roofs. “But we have to find them first”.

Leo was right. After your visit at Arkham Asylum, you were no closer to finding either Ra’s or Shredder, nor any closer to understanding what they wanted to use Joker’s venom for. Everything was still one big mystery to all of you.

Once at Wayne Manor, you were quick to find both Alfred and Robin in the Batcave, both attending to Batman on the table. It was a scary sight. Damian looked slightly fearful, but Alfred looked as calm as ever, eyes on his pocket watch while feeling Batman’s pulse through two fingers on his neck. You felt your guts tighten, nervousness spreading throughout your body.

“Is he going to be okay?”, you asked the butler, your eyes never leaving your father’s mask covered face.

“There’s nothing to fear, Miss (H/N)”, Alfred said, shooting you a small smile. “Master Donatello was right. The master is going to be alright”.

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling Leonardo’s comforting hand on your shoulder, his pretty blue eyes as sincere as could be, with a reassuring smile on his lips.

“When do you think he’ll wake up?”, Robin asked, worry still painted in his eyes as he took Batman’s hand in his, hoping to gain some sort of comfort.

“That is hard to say, Master Robin”, Alfred sighed, before turning towards you and the turtles. “It could very easily take some time before Batman wakes up, so in the meantime, it would probably be a good idea to show our guests the rooms they spend the night in”.

Mikey gasped, clapping his hands together with sparkles in his eyes. “Rooms?! As in, rooms with beds?! Real beds, and not just some tables in an old abandoned coffee shop?!”

You looked at Leo in confusion, raising your eyebrow as a way to ask him. “We’ve been spending the past few nights in an old abandoned coffee shop”, he sighed, trying to ignore your shocked expression and Batgirl’s giggles.

“How… accommodating”, Alfred hesitated before walking toward the exit. “Follow me gentleman, and I’ll show you to your rooms”.

The turtles looked at each other, shrugged, before following Alfred, all while Mikey skipped in his step, happy to finally be able to sleep in a soft bed once again.

As the evening went on, each of the turtles were shown to one of the many guest rooms throughout Wayne Manor. Alfred, who did not want the guys to tear up the place while he was asleep, and assigned them rooms as far away from each other as possible, first walking Mikey to his room, so he wouldn’t be able to know what halls his brothers were sleeping in.

As the four turtles made themselves at home in their momentary rooms, you stayed back in the Batcave with Barbara and Damian, watching over Bruce. All three of you, getting tired after a long night of unease, had removed your masks. You sighed as you took it off, rubbing your tired eyes, feeling a little bit of relief from taking the fabric off of your face.

Damian stayed close to your father, positioning himself on a stole, allowing him to watch over the dark knight. You sat yourself on an adjacent table, watching Barbara as she worked on the chemicals on the table in front of her. Anything that could help Bruce was appreciated, and maybe she could make something that could help him wake up.

But as you watched Barbara work, you couldn’t help but think of what Damian had asked her and Donnie, back at Arkham. “We didn’t interrupt your snugging, did we?” That comment repeated in your head, along with the way you had seen Leo smirk at Donnie when Barbara had caught Joker off guard. Your little brother was a little piece of shit sometimes, but there were times where he noticed things that you never even had thought of.

“So”, you asked, playing with the end of your left sleeve, thinking of the best way to ask. “Did you and Donnie kiss?”

Barbara almost knocked over all the glass tubes in front of her before shooting you a hard glare. Okay, maybe that had been too straightforward.

“It is questions like those that make me refuse to believe you and Damian ain’t actually related”, she retorted, turning back to the chemical balance she held by a cup.

“That was not the answer I was looking for”, you teased, leaning back onto the table, letting your head roll onto your shoulder. “But for real, did you and Donnie kiss in Arkham?”

“I have a better question for you, (Y/N)”, she said, not taking her eyes off the glass tube she now held in her hand, rotating it in circles. “Did you and Leo kiss?”

That question shocked you. Blinking a few times, you had to connect the wires in your brain.

“No”, you said, wondering how it wasn’t obvious. “My dad was there throughout the whole thing! Obviously we wouldn’t have kissed with him around”.

“So you would have kissed him if Bruce wasn’t around?”, she asked, a smirk on her lips, causing Damian to erupt in laughter. Fuck. You had fallen straight into her trap.

“That’s not what I said!”, you exclaimed, feeling yourself getting cornered.

“Well, that’s what it sounded like”, Barbara smiled. “It makes sense, I mean, didn’t he have pretty eyes?”

You blushed so hard that Damian was practically rolling on the floor, screaming about how busted you were. Your little crush on Leo was no longer so little, nor as hidden as you had thought it was.

You jumped from the table and down onto the floor, your cheeks still burning brightly red, steam practically fuming out of your ears as you started marching for the stairs. Anything to get away from those two, and the chaos that you had brought upon yourself.

“Whatever”, you grumbled. “I’m going to my room. Tell me when there’s food”.

“Say hey to Leo for me!”, Barbara yelled after you, once again making Robin laugh. It was a wonder how Bruce hadn’t woken up from all that noise yet.

Once you got to your room, you slammed the door shut behind you, before letting out a frustrated sound. Of course that was where Barbara had to turn the conversation. You should have known. You loved that girl like a sister, but her smart brains made her a horror to banter with, because she would often win… if not always.

With a sigh, you threw your mask onto your large bed, before turning towards your closet. You had now been wearing that superhero costume for what felt like days, and you were very much looking forward to wearing something else. You pulled some soft comfy closing for the closet, before shutting it and turning back towards your bed. But when you suddenly noticed that you weren’t alone in your room anymore, an unknown presence standing right beside you, your now open door casting their face in a shadow, you moved fast. You dropped the close in your hand, before kicking out the strangers legs, making them fall to the ground with a groan, before you jumped on the, pressing your forearm against their neck, only to notice a pair of pretty blue eyes staring back at you.

“Leo!”, you gasped, hurrying to stand up. “Are you okay?”

“Y- yeah, I think so”, he mumbled, rubbing his head. You took slight pity on him, before extending your hand to him, helping him up from your bedroom floor.

“I know you’re a ninja and all, but please don’t sneak up on me like that”.

“S- sorry, old habit”, he stammered. “I- I just wanted to check and see if you were okay”.

You turned your head to the side, looking questionable ast him, wondering where this sudden stammer came from. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Y- you know, after all that happened at A- Arkham, both with Scarecrow and y- your father…” Leo ceased to talk when you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“Are you okay, Leo?”, you asked, concern in your voice. “I’ve never heard you stammer before. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just”. He swallowed, biting his lip before he allowed himself to continue. “You’re not wearing your mask”. Oh. You turned your head, catching a glimpse of your mask, laying in the foot of your bed. Sudden nervousness washed over you, causing you to quickly remove your hand from his shoulder.

“Oh… yeah… I forgot…”, you mumbled. “Sorry about that”.

“I’m the one that should say sorry”, Leo admitted, letting out a small chuckle. “It was me that came into your room without knocking”.

You didn’t know what to say. The realization that this was the first time that Leo really saw your face, made your hands sweaty and your heart beating relentlessly, as if it tried to jump out of your ribcage. With Leo’s eyes watching your face, the only thing you felt like you could do was looking down at your feet, trying to hide your second blush in the past hour.

Leo didn’t know what came over him, because suddenly his hand was on your chin, tilting your face up towards him, letting his eyes wander across your features once more.

“You’re really pretty, (Y/N)”, Leo murmured, almost absentmindedly.

“Says the guy with the pretty eyes”, you retorted with a smile, causing Leo to chuckle lightly, momentarily avoiding your gaze. He was trying not to blush. How adorable. He licked his lip before giving it a small bit, looking back at you. Maybe you were seeing this, but you swore that he was closer to you now. The hand that still rested on your chin subconsciously tucking you towards him.

“You really think my eyes are that pretty?”, he asked, anticipation showing itself in his blue orbs.

You bit your lower lip before giving him a small nod, never dropping the intense eye contact the two of you had created with your close proximity. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t keep saying it, would I?”

Leo chuckled once more, this time not moving his eyes from yours. Then his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment. You could only wonder what he was thinking of, but you did have a qualified guess. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same thought about his lips.

Your heart skipped a beat as your faces got closer. Leo could feel your breath against his lips, making his own heart flutter. It felt wrong not to hold you in this moment, so Leo reached for your waist with his other hand, his fingertips softly gracing your side, as if he was scared it wasn’t okay. Your own fingers graced his arms, as a way to tell both you and him that it was okay.

You were so close. So close that you could almost feel Leo’s lips against your own, and as you closed your eyes, his striking blue ones were still clear in the eye of your mind. Those damn pretty eyes.

“Guys!”, a happy voice sounded from the hallway. You and Leo jumped from each other, just in time before Mikey stood in the doorway, a bright smile that soon was replaced by confusion, when he saw you and Leo’s flustered stages and your heavy breathing. You could only imagine how it looked from his perspective.

“What?”, Leo asked, fighting the blush that was forming on his face, trying his best not to sound annoyed.

“Well, I just wanted to hear if you two wanted pizza for dinner, or if we should get Alfred to cook, but if you two want to be alone…”

“Do whatever you like, Mikey”, Leo said, sounding more frustrated than he had intended. “Whatever you decide is probably good”.

“In that case!”, Mikey smiled brightly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alfred said he could get everything ready in half an hour, so don’t get too busy with each other!”

You sucked in a breath of pure surprise, feeling your body stiffen at his statement. Leo too was beyond flustered by this comment.

“Mikey!”, he yelled at his little brother, as the orange clad turtle ran away with a manic laugh. Still flustered, Leo turned towards you, embarrassment written all over his face. You could only imagine how you looked. Eyes wide and limbs stiffer than wood.

“Is he always that annoying?”, you asked, looking for a way to ease the tension.

“Yes”, Leo sighed. “All day, every day”.

“Sounds like Damian”, you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “Come, we should probably go to the dining hall before Mikey and Damian start putting together a narrative”.

“Sounds like a good idea”, Leo said, following you out of your bedroom.

—

The next morning you woke up earlier than the rest of the household, before making your way to the kitchen. Here you found a sleepy Damian eating breakfast made by Alfred, trying his best to stay awake.

“Damn, what happened to you?”, you asked, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice.

“Michelangelo got the bedroom next to mine”, Damian grumbled, poking at his eggs and bacon.

“And what’s wrong with that?”, you asked. “I thought you liked Mikey after he saved father”.

“I liked him, until he started snoring”, he growled, poking a hole into the egg yoke. He stared at it for a moment, before a mischievous smile appeared on his face. “Talking about like, guess what”.

“What?”, you asked confused as Alfred served you your quick breakfast.

“I saw Donatello in the hallway last night, long after dinner”, the little demon smiled.

“So?”, you asked, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“Donnie’s guest room is on a different wing. Barbara’s guest room is opposite of mine”. You almost choked on your orange juice, coughing in order to clear your airway. Damian placed his hands behind his head with a self satisfied smile. “So maybe your questions weren’t so far off last night”.

“Have you just given me dirt on Barbara, in case she dismisses my questions about her and Donnie again?”, you asked, chest still hurting from the orange juice.

“Yes I did”, he said, poking his fork into the egg.

“You really do love to watch the world burn, don’t you?”

“Thank my grandfather for that”, he said, chewing the egg with a smile.

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