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angelmichelangelo · 1 year ago

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Maybe 2012 Mikey being badass? (i've got nothing else lmao)

Like most things in his life, being the klutz of his family, he discovers it by entire accident.

Raph and April are out front on the front lawn, training together, a newfound activity that the pair of them have taken to, now that Raph’s number one spar partner was currently unconscious in the tub upstairs.

Mikey’s stomach clinches at the thought. It’s something he often tries to forget these days. Wind whistles past him and he looks up from his spot on the porch, huddling down into his oversized hoodie, he feels some of that unease surrounding his chest start to ebb away.

At least Raphael was outside, doing something other than just brooding in silence. Casey had even managed to get some dinner down him last night so… maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

With Donnie on constant lookout for Leo, Mikey supposed he was on a similar kind of duty with Raph. The turtle and the girl twirl around each other, unphased by the new year chill that hangs in the air still.

Mikey taps the end of his pencil against the sketchpad. So far it was full of just quick warm up sketches that he’d done through the morning so far. One of the stretch of trees over on the horizon. A frog. One of April standing from afar during her own warm up with Raph.

He taps at the paper, little residuales of pencil shavings bouncing with it when—

“Shit!”

That’s Raph’s voice, sharp and worried that has Mike snapping his head up so fast like rubber.

He’s crouched down beside April who’s now laying in the grass, one leg stretched out, she’s grasping at her ankle, and even from here, Mikey can make out the fresh glimmer of tears she’s stubbornly holding back behind her eyes.

He pushes his sketchpad and pencil aside onto the step as he leaps up, running over to meet them.

“It’s fine,” April tells him straight away before he even has a chance. Raph’s hands are awkwardly hovering over the ankle she’s still grasping at. “Just rolled it funny.”

There’s a little bite to her words that tells him that there was nothing funny about it.

Mikey huffs, crouching down beside her, he offers her a lopsided smile when he tells her.

“Apes, I’ve had a fair share of rolled ankles in my time.” He gently pries her hands away to inspect the damage. “It still hurts like shell.”

It’s swollen already, probably nothing too serious but Raph’s face pales anyway. He never was any good with anything remotely medical. Mikey remembers when they were kids, he couldn’t even watch E.T because of that one particular scene in the med bay tents.

“I’ll go get Don,” is what he tells him, already springing to his feet and making a dash towards the house.

April sucks in a breath. Now it’s like she’s really trying not to cry and Mikey can’t help but feel bad for her.

“Here,” he says, gently wrapping his hand around her injured ankle. “I’ve been told I have warm hands. It might help.”

She flinches at first, with the sudden contact, but after a while she relaxes, no longer fisting tight handfuls of grass beneath her palm, even the glossy tears in her eyes seem to sink away.

She blinks. “It.” She says suddenly, stopping short like she lost the thread of her own sentence. “Mike. You’re—”

She’s cut off by the sound of running feet. Two pairs of running feet exactly because Raphael rejoins them with Donnie in tow. He’s got his little med kit with him (that still has the Mikey Do Not Touch sticker that’s slowly starting to peel away on the front) and when he sits beside her, he’s looking breathless and tired.

“Hey,” he says. “Can I look?”

April sniffs. She shakes her head to scoot her bangs from out of her eyes. “It’s not that bad,” she tells him. She inches her leg upwards. “See. I can move it now, really.”

Mikey’s hand stays firmly in place and… and he knew he was being trivial when he said about having warm hands but… but suddenly the skin of his palm that’s touching against hers feels very very hot.

He pulls it away when Raph squeaks in surprise.

Donnie, who was previously rattling about in his box, turns his head and stops short, a frown knitting between his brows. It matches Raph’s current expression almost perfectly.

“I thought you said it was swollen?” Donnie comments, leaning forward to inspect the very not swollen ankle. In fact, it looked in perfect shape. “You said, in your words,” he shoots April a somewhat apologetic look. “Gnarly.”

Raph squeaks again, in disbelief it would appear.

“It was!” He looks between April and Mikey with quick desperation. “Wasn’t it?”

April gulps and then slowly nods her head. “I… I dunno what happened.” She watches rather gingerly as Don packs his stuff away again. She gives her foot a twirl as if to test it out. “Mike grabbed onto it and… and it got all warm and it was just. Better.”

Donnie and Raph look up at the same time then. Gosh, they really do act like twins sometimes.

“You… grabbed it?” Raph asks, voice pitching upwards slightly.

Mikey shrugs. His hand no longer feels hot, but he thinks if he had ears right now, they’d probably be burning. “I just held onto it. Thought maybe it’d help.”

Donnie presses all along her joints and bones and once Raph’s pulled her to her feet, she’s able to walk around just fine. No wincing or secret achy bits. It’s like she never hurt it in the first place.

And once Don’s signed her off he retreats back towards the upstairs bathroom again. Raph, Mike and April watch him go when Raph turns to his brother, lifting up one of his hands between his, he says,

“Jeez, bro. You could have maybe unlocked the healing hands any other time for when we needed it other than now. No offense, April.”

But there’s no real bite to his words, not in the way his lips are curling around a knowing smile, or the way April’s bumping his shoulder with his.

He pulls his hand away with a laugh. “Ha. Leo’s gonna have a field day when he wakes up and finds out I did it on the first try. By accident, too.”

And for an icy moment, Mikey wonders if that when should have been an if. But it all bleeds out, warmth pouring in when Raph barks a laugh and grabs his hand a second time, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Yeah he is,” he tells him, eyes sparkling. Then, his voice goes soft. “And he’ll be proud too.”

And Mikey’s chest aches again, but this time, it feels a little less terrible. And he just can’t wait for his brother to wake up, just so he can tell him all about it.

#farmhouse arc my beloved <3 #thank you anon for the prompt :3 #this was fun to write! i wanted to do something different so i hope this was good #ask #anon #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt michelengalo #tmnt

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thescribblings · 6 months ago

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Hi i sat down to make a 30 minute funny haha sketch of cryptid Orion but it turned into like a 4 day piece with a whole ass story behind it instead, i made an AU of my AU, this image would take place about forty years after the future timeline portal to send Casey back in time

My AU SFFL(WG) Is a little special in a sense that the turtles are going to live closer to 120 rather than die sometime around 80.

Really long infodump under the cut

I'll be reffering to the Orion in the new AU as Leon, and SFFL(WG) Orion as, well, Orion. Akari is my future Donnie and Atlas is my future Raph.

I think ima call it ''It all went according to plan'' since, well, this is the outcome if Orion never got sneak attacked in the base that day, those claw marks never happened, everything went smoothly, they sent Casey junior to the past just like they planned.. then they didn't know what to do with themselves, the will to fight died out, they'd done it! alright, cool. what now? what happens after the end? there was nothing to fight for anymore.

This does not mean they gave up, however

Now, why does he look so different? that would be a secondary muation triggered by excess radiation, Orion did have a secondary mutation as well, which led to his teeth changing, he had some crowding and his new teeth were digging into his gums, but Akari helped with that, fixed him up. it gave him a tail, something none of his brothers have, it also affected his height, and his eyes. he's by no means the tallest of his brothers at 7'4, but all of their heights were.. well, exaggerated due to the radiation all around them, especially Leon, his height is a solid 9'1. Orion's eyes used to be brown, which you would be able to see if i ever drew lil Leo, but Leon doesn't have irises or pupils anymore, no, it's all just that bright, radioactive blue now.

So, as you can see he's a bit less.. humanoid than Orion, more exaggerated proportions, segmented shell, a slimmer and longer neck, much longer tail, his nails turned to talons- hell, he grew new talons on his heels, and spikes sprouted by his knees and elbow. his talons and spikes are protruding bones, yes, his bones sprouted out of his skin, they have a keratin coating on them very similar to his shell.

Those blue glowing markings are just straight up due to radioactivity, Orion also has them but they only appear when he's around something radioactive, he's basically a living geiger counter. Meanwhile Leon has them visible permanently.

Now, his body (thanks to Draxum) was designed to be able to withstand large amounts of radiation without getting sick, but he didn't account for almost sixty years of non-stop radiation exposure. As you can see he's crying, that's a bit odd, right? why's it blue? that would be his body's way of filtering out excess radiation, he is perpetually crying straight radioactive material. you also might have noticed his mouth from that close-up, its right side is dislocated and the cheek is torn from something getting tired of hearing him whistling to keep himself entertained a few years ago, it shut him up.

You might also have noticed his blade, it's.. kinda hard to miss, lmfao. it's about as long as he is tall, and it actually has a name, he named it 'Hope'. as you can see the handle is wrapped with his, Akari's and Atlas' masks, it's not very visible but his scarf is also tied around the base of the blade in favor of wearing it, he also used parts of the Raph prosthetic to reinforce it. Here's the blade on its own

When Casey went through that portal, no one dared follow him in fear of crashing the timeline, Casey decided to give his hockey mask to his remaining family- to Leon- as a parting gift of sorts. he wears Casey's mask around his neck to keep it safe, also as a way of remembering, he can look at the memories and data stored within it anytime his memory gets fuzzy.

His thigh prostetic is exposed, the silicone sleeve acting as replacement skin stopped fitting many, many years ago. more of his natural muscle became exposed to help accomodate his added height, along with some of the nanotech retreating into his replacement femur to make it grow with him, leading to that thigh being a bit slimmer than it otherwise would have been. there is also a bit of a blue glow from the back of his throat, which is another sign of his body having an overabundance of radiation.

If you know anything about my AU SFFL(WG), you should know that Orion has a thing called survival mode, this is an instinctual state his body entered when he didn't have enough to eat, drink or enough time to rest, for that matter. his ninpo started sustaining him, removing his hunger, his thirst, and his need for sleep. eventually draining his nipo completely, then he couldn't use it anymore (until he got to the present and they managed to convince his body that it was safe again), he spent around 11 years unable to portal or reach out to his ancestors. it came with side effects and consequences of course, and this is something that just kept getting worse for Leon, having been in survival mode for around 49 years, he basically doesn't eat at all anymore unless he stumbles upon something mildly edible, mildly edible is usually something alive. he has nothing to drink and he has nowhere safe to sleep.

He's in a lot of pain from the changes his body went through, and his whole jaw situation definitely doesn't help with eating.

Mentally, he's very vacant. He is still there, still intelligent, he just needs safety to really.. come back, i suppose.

I think that covers the basics of this side AU i made, that is all

Have nice day

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terrah-lee · 6 months ago

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Back on my iteration I really need to name bullshit again.

Talked a bit about the turtles but I’ve barely mentioned Splinter, so it’s time to talk about the rat man. In this version Splinter doesn’t find out about the turtles until years after their creation by the EPF (Raph being 16 almost 17, Leo 10, and Mikey and Donnie 9). While the boys were created on purpose Splinter’s mutation was a complete accident. In this case mutants have been around for a while, so it’s mostly just awkward when Splinter’s students show up at the dojo he runs the next day and he’s suddenly a rat. There isn’t much about his life that actually changes because of mutating, though… except for the fur. There is so much fur.

At this point Tang Shen had passed away several years ago from illness. Both she and Splinter had wanted kids and just never got the chance. Learning of the turtles’ existence was an accident. Searching for them was not. Splinter couldn’t just ignore what he’d learned; Tang Shen wouldn’t have.

Splinter wasn’t exactly surprised to find out that what he’d heard barely scratched the surface of the abuse the turtles, particularly Raph, had been through. What it did do was spur a whole lot of research on child development and trauma. If he was getting those kids out he was going to do it right, damn it. During the time he spent to research and plan he started to visit and slowly gain the turtles’ trust.

Splinter does eventually get all four of the boys out, but most of the work is done by an outside group that attacked and bombed the EPF. Splinter always counts himself lucky that he got to the turtles before law enforcement. Raph in particular was very aggressive at the time, and the likelihood he attacked someone and was killed as a result was high.

I’ll probably talk more about the turtles’ relationship with Splinter later, but in current time (5 years after Splinter finds them) they’re all pretty close with their dad. Raph is probably the closest— the younger three had Raph to rely on (and they often still did even after Splinter entered the picture) but he didn’t have anyone.

Bonus Raph sketches as I figure out how I want to draw this fucker:

#tmnt iteration #tmnt #tmnt fanart #rambles #Raph has a bit of a rbf #Okay a lot of an rbf #Idk if I’ll keep the beauty mark #Currently like it we’ll see #He looks like he wants to commit murder even with a technically neutral expression lmao #I need name ideas send fucking help #Wait-

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turtletimewriting · 2 years ago

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For the Scientific-based Tickle Prompts!

what do you think of 18 with lee mikey or leo and ler donnie

ROTTMNT prompt: “On a scale of 1-10, how much-stop laughing i’m asking a question- how much does this tickle?”

Ler Donnie and Lee Mikey

(Here's the prompt list, please feel free to send some more!)

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Mikey was used to being called into Donnie's lab. He was the only one that kinda got it. Leo and Raph both got too bored sitting around in the lab while Donnie worked, seemingly ignoring them. They had yet to figure out the hack!

Mikey would just do his own sketching and art too. Both of them working separately together. There was no pressure to talk or be polite. Just a way get lost inside his own ideas alongside someone else. Since he had done that enough times now, it was the usual for Donnie to invite Mikey to the lab to test something or go scavenging together.

And he had been called in earlier today.

He was greeted by the usual scene of Donnie frantically running around with some scary looking machinery in his hands. "Yo Don!" Mikey cheered as he happily dumped all his chewed up copics on the floor next to the beanbag that he moved into the lab.

"No time for art, Michael!" Donnie cheered with a smile that was slightly too unhinged to be wholly sincere, "I need a test subject."

"Sure!" He chirped.

Donnie pulled him to the centre of the lab before pulling out this skeletal looking frame. "Arms up!"

Mikey obeyed and tried to control his flinching as Donnie had to attach the metal framing along the lip of his shell and down his legs. His older brother's hands gently yet firmly skirting along his sides was a llittle embarrassing. It was held down by these soft straps.

The frame was made from these thick metal poles that sat across some of his most ticklish spots, along the edge of his shell and pressing against the back of his thighs and knees. Mikey definitely caught sight of Donnie's evil scientist smirk which told him that this was on purpose.

"Uhhh, can I ask what this is about?"

Donnie cackled the word cackle out loud, "Oh little brother. Don't you think that Leo has been getting a little too big for his shoes. His recent behaviour indicating he mayhaps needs to be taken down a peg."

"Wait!" Mikey realised, "Is this about the fact that he tickled you so hard you cried the other day?"

Donnie stared at him. "No."

Mikey grinned. "Are ya suuuuuure?"

Donnie's face flushed. "I need the perfect way to show him his place. Below me. So I need you to test this tickle machine I designed?"

"Wait, a wha- AAAAARGH!"

Donnie switched a flick and the frame came to life. The frame gently buzzed and was tied loose enough for it to wiggle and jolt along with his movements. He squealed as his sides tingled with the unrelenting tickle.

"HAAAA! HHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

"Now this isn't going to be a perfect test since you and Nardo have different tickle spots. Leo is pretty much a living tickle spot, but his legs are very ticklish. But I couldn't figure out-"

"DOHOHOHOHON DON! HAHAHAAAAAAA! AAAAAAH HAHAHA!" Mikey tried to grab for the desk as his knees gave way in his ticklish weakness.

"Shush, Michael. I'll need your feedback later. I couldn't figure out a way to have the frame reach his inner thigh and also the back of his knees. But I still think this could be effective."

Mikey wiped away the tears beading at his eyes. He wobbily reached a hand out like Donnie would save him.

Don slapped away his hand like he was being annoying. "So now I am going to ask for your feedback."

Mikey's feedback was that it tickled. The buzzing was so unlike the tickling squeezes and spidering of his siblings. An unusual tickle that seemed to fill his brain. The laughter kept coming and coming. It probably looked like he was dancing from how violently he was flinching to escape the endless maddening tickle across his sides.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, with one being not at all and ten being I'm going to die, how much does this tickle? Like in general."

Donnie could barely be heard over Mikey's squealing as he fell on to his plaston and therefore pushed the frame more into his stomach. "HAHAHA! HA! HA! AAAAAAARGHAHA! A LOHOT? HAHA! HA! DON! I-I CAHAN'T DO THIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAAHAAA!"

“On a scale of 1-10, how much-stop laughing i’m asking a question- how much does this tickle? How much does it tickle on your legs? Would this, oh just off the top of my head, would this be enough to make Leo cry from laughing?"

"HAHAHAA!"

But if anything, Mikey was a good lab assistant.

"HAHA! AAAAH! HAHAAA! L-LIKE AN HAAHAA EIGHT! HAHAHAAAA! THE HAH THE... hehehHIIHHAHAAA! THE PADS ON THE KNEEEHEHAHAHAAAAAAA KNEES ARE A NICE TOUCH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!"

Donnie pulled out his clipboard to frantically note this down.

#rottmnt #tickling #turtle writing #lee mikey #ler donnie #mad scientist prompts #ask #tickle fic

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skcirthinq · 9 months ago

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So, did y'all know they changed the Gatorade bottles? Like. Different shape. I didn't.

Anyway, I read @story-monger 's 'by touch, by sight', and the pictures they paint with their words are so vivid! And the characters are so well done too.

Like, the passage from chapter 19, that the rendered piece is inspired by? I had to draw it.

I. Also. Had to draw a bunch of other scenes. Too many, and now I've hit image limit.

Anyway, check out the fic, it's post-movie, dealing with the aftermath. Descriptions under the cut.

Image 1: Fully rendered illustration of a scene from chapter 19. An emaciated and unseeing Leo is stumbling through some of the sewer and access tunnels under New York. He's thin, and dirty, and covered with healing cuts and scars. His one leg has broken, and healed badly, and he's leaning heavily on the other to keep moving. His face around his eyes is blanketed in scarring, and his eyes are pale. Dirty, loose bandages ring his waist, with some fruit snack wrappers and a grape Gatorade bottle tucked into them. Detritus and moss gather in the corners and in the walls and floors around the area he's in. He's stopped, frozen, just under a grate letting in light, and the sounds of New York, above him. The rest of the tunnels are dark. Leo has his face turned up towards the light, and looks confused and shocked.

Image 2: a sketch- Raph, Donnie, and Mikey have just pulled Leo through the portal out of the prison dimension. They are huddled around him, looking at each other in shock and concern. All of them are visibly injured and battle-damaged. Mikey's arms are deadened at his sides. Leo is laid out on the ground, seemingly unconscious, with his head cradled in Raph's hands. He is covered in injuries; a leg bent at an angle, his face and eyes have been burned. He's also extremely thin. I'm sure he's fine, and nothing unexpected has happened at all.

Image 3: sketch- The whole movie cast is grouped together in the lair, treating injuries. They're all in various states of injury. Casey Jr. and April are checking Donnie's back for residual kraang traces, Mikey is crouched next to Donnie, with Raph on Donnie's other side, holding his hand. In front of them all, a crouched, crawling Leo has made his way out of the med bay bed, accompanied by Splinter and a hastily rigged iv drip. Leo doesn't seem to be able to see very well, or communicate, but he's desperately patting his family down to check for injuries. He has a hand on Mikey's shoulder, and is swiping his other hand in Raph's direction.

Image 4: sketch- an emaciated Leo is hissing with his mouth wide open, showing off his teeth, at a shaken Mikey. They are both in profile, facing each other. Leo has a harsh grip on Mikey's wrist, and Mikey's got his other hand up towards Leo's face, trying to use scent to show Leo who he is. A bowl that used to contain broth is sitting empty on Leo's blanketed legs between the two.

Image 5: sketch- a teary and upset Mikey is curled up, and away from Leo, cradling his recovered wrist. The pov is over Leo's shoulder, and so only a portion of Leo's face is visible, but he looks embarrassed and unhappy. Takes place immediately after image 4.

Image 6: sketch- a crying Mikey sits cross-legged on one of Donnie's work tables in his lab. Donnie is holding both of Mike's wrists in his hands, gently, because Mikey has a new ring of bruises around one of them. Donnie is upset and concerned, leaning towards Mikey. There's various items scattered behind Mikey on the work table. Donnie is shown from behind in a three-quarters view. Mikey is shown from the front.

Image 7: sketch- Raph, bandaged and tired, sits with an emaciated and injured Leo in his lap. Raph is cradling his brother as gently as possible, pressing his mouth to Leo's forehead. Leo, in turn, has his arms barely reaching around Raph's shoulders and neck in his best approximation of a hug.

nothing will stop these turtles from hugging each other.

image 8: sketch- An emaciated and unseeing Leo has pressed a visibly upset and teary Donnie to his shoulder, trying to comfort his brother. April has joined in on the comfort, sitting next to Donnie and facing the boys, with a hand on his shoulder. Leo has an almost smile on his face, while April is softly grinning back at him.

The hugging continues.

Image 9: sketch- Donnie is facing the camera, with Leo crawling up towards his lap. Leo has pushed his snout into Donnie's neck and shoulder, and has given the biggest, most wettest, disgusting sniff turtley possible. Donnie is doing an admirable job of not drop-kicking his injured and slightly feral brother into the sun, stimming his hands and making a face of absolute disgust. The word sniff is written in the background, with a wet and slimly font. Both of the boys are injured, and Leo's shell, cracked and weeeping fluids, is on full display.

While nothing can stop them from hugging, I will point out this took place like a minute before the last image, tops, and also nothing will stop a sibling's need to just. wreck their sibling's day.

Image 10: sketch- A battered, but less injured, Leo then we've seen previously sits with his back against a wall. The floor is riveted,- he's in some sort of space ship -type environment. His eyes and face have not been burned yet, and he's curled up slightly, facing the audience, looking at his hands. In his hands, he has a very light sketch of April's hand, as she sits next to him, talking over his shoulder The rest of his family surround him- Donnie and Raph behind him, with splinter and Mikey on his right. Splinter is holding a bowl of broth and a spoon. Leo believes them all to be hallucinations and unreal, and thus none of them are detailed.

Reblog with more coming.

#illustration #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #if you see any spelling errors or anything. oops. i am. very tired.#i swear i read more than 'leo has a bad time' fics. yall just. really like to put this boy through the horrors.

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whattraintracks · 9 months ago

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7. Prank Successful - The Next Mutation

Venus, Raph, and Donnie figure out how to reverse the hypnosis caused in "Sewer Crash."

"Well then," Raph stretches. "Guess we tell the guys it's safe to say the b-word again."

Venus perks up. "Bit—"

"The otha' b-word, Venus."

"Oh."

"Well, we could do that." Donnie raises steepled hands to his chin. "Or..."

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"I can't take it anymore! Make it stop!"

Raph levels Mikey a look somewhere between unimpressed and exasperated. "Make what stop?"

Venus is humming to herself as she unloads a bag of groceries. A carton of banana peppers, banana pudding, and banana-flavored cheez-its join their bounty on the kitchen table.

"The groceries!" He anguishes.

"Whaddaya mean stop the groceries?" He brandishes an anchovy and banana hot pocket. "We need food, and you told me it was my turn to get 'em."

"Not this kind of food! Anything but this! This is too cruel, Raph! What have I done to be punished like this!? How am I supposed to eat all of these banana foods when I can't even say the wor—" He cuts himself short with a gasp, eyes bulging.

It takes everything Raph's got not to grin. Don was right: hook, line, and sinker. Mikey whips around to the turtle himself, already playing his part to a tee.

"My will is yours," Donnie intones.

"No! Donnie!" Mikey reaches out to shake him, "Banana!"

Right on cue, Leo charges in. "Did somebody say banana!?"

"Dude!" Mikey yelps, spinning around and throwing his hands to his head, "I already said it twice!"

They look at Donnie, still droning.

"Banana!" They both shout.

"I'll say it!"

"No, I'll say it!"

"Banana!"

They're not even looking at Donnie anymore, just shouting frantically in each other's faces. Raph watches with growing delight as Donnie stands and leaves the room completely unnoticed.

Venus—because she's much sneakier than everyone gives her credit—creeps over, looking equally delighted. She braces on his shoulder to peek past the fridge at Donnie, then back at dumb and dumber. "How long do you think they will fall at it?"

"That's fall for it, babe." He grins slyly at her. "And as long as Masta' Splinter lets 'em."

She snickers. Sensei's never met a well-meaning joke he didn't love.

The shouting match chokes when Leo finally realises, "Donnie's gone!"

"Oh no!" Mikey shoves past Leo to the stairs. "Don't do it, Donnie! You're too young for prison!"

Leo races after him. He's almost entirely up the ladder before he shouts, "Raph, Venus, come on!"

Raph presses a fist to his beak. He makes eye contact with Venus, and she bursts into high, pealing laughter. Before long, they're both busting a gut.

"Oh, man!" He folds over the table. "That was so much better than I thought it would be."

Venus is on her knees giggling, "Should," she hiccups, "should we?"

"I'll watch them with the satellite," Donnie reassures as he wanders back into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of seaweed and banana chips. He salutes Raph with a little grin.

"Good with me. Say, Venus," he bids, offering her a hand up. "You ever seen Dumb and Dumber?"

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Bonus: the sketch I made to help me figure out where everyone was in this scene.

#march for raph #what's the saying? it's bad but i can make it better?#raph canonically calls venus “babe” i say it's platonic and he does it 'cause they're besties #mikey is the most gullible turtle ever #and leo takes everything so seriously he's easy to get one over on #i love them so much your honor #raphael splinterson #venus de milo #donatello splinterson #michelangelo splinterson #leonardo splinterson #the next mutation #tmnt #writing off the rails

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midnightcreator12 · 3 months ago

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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 25 - Within the Woods

idk why this chapter took me a month, I swear I write faster than that. I guess I hope y'all think it was worth that wait! Hopefully, the next bit will be out faster!

AO3

Raph could admit that he may have…overreacted.

But could anyone really blame him? Leo had just vanished without a word! Raph had pretty much torn the farmhouse apart looking for him before running to the barn and by then his entire brain was screaming that something was wrong, that there was something in the house, that something had gotten Leo-

And then Mikey and Raven had shown up, basically dragging Leo into the barn, and Raph’s already frayed nerses had just…exploded.

He felt a little bad for yelling at Mikey but he still stood by what he’d said to Raven. He’d trusted her, trusted her to get Leo help, had put up with weeks of tension from Casey and Donnie. And all they got was some weird do-hickey taped to the TV satellite.

No big army to fight the Kraang, no powerful war general to help them take back New York and definitely no doctor who could actually help Leo. Just one de-aged space soldier.

But he did regret that his snapping had also made Leo clam up.

Leo and Mikey had planted themselves on the couch to watch cartoons when they all came in from the barn. Leo was obviously giving Raph the cold shoulder, only speaking if Raph spoke to him directly…and speaking was generous when most of Leo’s answers were grunts and hums.

Mikey was very carefully avoiding direct eye contact.

The thin amount of tension in the living room made Raph feel riled up again. Made his metaphorical hackles rise and made him want to run and punch things. But he could not do that because he wasn’t sure if Leo would try running off again.

So he settled for walking to the kitchen for a snack.

Casey was sat at the table, a sketchbook open in front of him with the bare beginnings of a mural design. He looked up when Raph stepped inside, “Yo, angry Raph finally back?”

“Zip it,” Raph huffed, pausing by the table to scrutinize the sketch. “Your layout is uneven.”

“I’m not done yet, you know that,” Casey tugged the book closer so he could lean over it. “I think your family issues are a much bigger problem right now.”

“We’re fine,” Raph snapped. “It’s just…it’s been a day.”

“Sure,” Casey rolled his eyes. “Or maybe Leo is just as stir-crazy as the rest of you are right now?”

Raph jaw ticked, “He can’t just go running off into the woods. It was stupid, he could’ve hurt himself worse and…” Raph trailed off.

If Casey noticed the hesitation, he didn’t comment. Instead, he pointed his pencil to the living room, “Look, I get it, your bro’s all banged up and you don’t want him getting hurt again. But honestly? I think you and Donnie need to ditch the kid gloves already.”

Raph’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t know if you heard but his knee is in pieces.”

“I thought Dee said the bones were healing up?”

Raph growled low in his chest, “Yeah and it’s still fragile and could rebreak if he tries doing stupid stuff like, oh I don’t know, running around in the woods full of tree roots and random holes.”

Casey sighed, rubbing at his face, “Look dude, you gotta let up a bit or Leo’s gonna suffocate. Or stab you, pretty sure he’s got a hidden blade in that crutch.”

He did. Both him and Donnie hadn’t wanted Leo to have katanas yet but they also both agreed that he needed something to protect himself, especially with the Mom-Thing still fresh in their minds at the time.

Two tanto blades were hidden in the cross bars of the crutch and Leo knew where they were. Raph knew he hadn’t been particularly happy and had been braced for questions about his swords. They had yet to be asked.

And Raph hadn’t brought it up again because the tanto knives were a precaution that wouldn’t be needed because Raph was not going to let anything get anywhere near his big brother again.

So he gritted his teeth, hard enough to make his jaw creak, “Maybe I’m being overbearing because I know Leo will pull something stupid? Ya know, cause I grew up with him.”

Casey sighed heavily, bending back over his sketch, “Whatever man, I’m just trying to help you out. But if you wanna get clocked when Leo finally gets fed up with you, be my guest.”

Raph rolled his eyes and continued to the cabinets, “Bit late for that.”

But he was okay with that. His brothers being upset with him wasn’t an uncommon thing for Raph and that went double for Leo. He could deal with Leo being upset if it meant he stayed safe.

That’s what mattered at the end of the day, that they all stayed safe.

“Sooo, we gonna lock him in the basement when we go back?”

Raph had been starting to scarf some saltines but the comment made him choke, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep crumbs from spraying everywhere, “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Casey shrugged, “Just seems like you wanna lock Leo in the house and never let him out. It’s cool, we can leave the murder-bot here to guard him.”

“Are you nuts? I’m not gonna abandon him here!”

Casey blinked, “So why are you making Donnie go so slow with his recovery?”

“I’m not,” Raph growled.

Because he wasn’t, he’d left the medical recovery stuff to Donnie. He’d even let Donnie make that stupid mutagen crap and feed it to Leo for days. He’d hated the idea the second Donnie showed him the final product but he’d trusted Donnie not to poison Leo.

And he didn’t think Donnie had meant to make Leo sick but seeing…

Seeing Leo being held up and walked into the barn brought a lot of unpleasant memories back to the surface, ones that Raph really did not want in his mind’s eye. The mutagen medicine probably was helping more than hurting but….Leo was already so weak, Raph wasn’t sure if he could deal with him having another dip in his recovery.

Speaking of which, “You’re gonna take me to the closest pharmacy this week.”

Casey raised a brow at that, “Why?”

“So we can steal painkillers for Leo.”

“Uhhh, aren’t you guys, like, super against stealing?”

Raph crammed down another cracker, “Yeah, not feeling very morally high right now.”

Casey opened his mouth to reply when the front door swung open.

Raph sat up, taking a few steps so he could see who’d come in. Donnie had returned, a bit muddier and slightly damp but he had the glass container in hand.

Raph frowned when he saw how little liquid was left inside, “Did you dump out some on the way back?”

Donnie startled at the question, head snapping up and staring at Raph for a moment before his shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh, “No, I think Leo decided to just chug some and the rest spilled when he dropped it.”

Raph glared at the flask, “Good.”

Donnie sighed again, moving closer and dropping his voice, “Look, Raph, I know how you feel about this stuff but it's probably Leo’s best bet at recovering fully. Knee injuries like his can take months to years to fully heal and we really don’t have that kind of time-”

“The Kraang have stayed put for months, don’t see why they wouldn’t keep staying put.”

“We can’t bank on that,” Donnie hissed. “There's been basically no information about what's going on in the city. For all we know, they spent all winter building more Technodrones and they’ll launch them any second.”

Raph bit inside his cheek, looking away, “....we prioritize Leo, we’ll deal with everything else as it comes up.”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“And this gunk is not going anywhere near him,” Raph jabbed the flask. “Make a list of normal meds, I’ll get them.”

“Raph…” Donnie paused. “...We shouldn’t steal what we can make-”

“Leo is the priority,” Raph repeated. “I don’t care what Master Splinter or anyone else will say about it.”

Donnie paused, tapping the flask, “.....sorry.”

“Ah, geezzz,” Raph groaned, reaching up to tug roughly at Donnie’s mask tails. “Don’t get all sappy with me, I’ve had enough of that recently. Just….write me a list.”

“Okay,” Donnie nodded before pressing the flask into Raph’s hands. “Um…you should hang onto this.”

Raph wrinkled his beak at the concoction but took it anyway. There was a chance Leo would try to steal it back or that Donnie would cave and give him more.

Raph wasn’t going to make either of those things easy for Leo.

Donnie nodded again before slipping off into the living room. Raph watched as Mikey gleefully scooched over and made room for Donnie to squeeze onto the couch. Leo looked up at the shift, watching Donnie for a moment before his eyes locked with Raphs.

Raph’s arm moved without him thinking, hiding the flask and, more importantly, its contents.

And Leo definitely saw that because his eyes flicked down for a split second before returning to Raph’s face.

There was a silent moment between them. And the longer it dragged out the Raph felt more and more like one of Donnie's weird experiments under a microscope. But he refused to squirm under Leo’s gaze. He was not getting the glowy junk back, ever. Nothing made out of mutagen resulted in anything good.

Leo’s eyes narrowed, his beak wrinkled slightly.

And then he turned away, slouching into the couch so that he was hidden by Mikey and Donnie.

Raph sighed, tucking the flask into his belt and wandering back into the kitchen for water.

Casey kept his eyes very firmly and pointedly fixed on the drawing pad.

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The farmhouse was tense and quiet for the rest of the afternoon.

And into the evening.

Especially when Raph finally went into the living room.

Pretty much everyone else had migrated in there at some point for cartoons. Except for two individuals.

And that absence was more highlighted by Mikey sighing heavily from the window, “Dudes, I’m getting kinda worried about Raven.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Donnie mumbled from the couch.

Casey turned in his seat so he could cross his arms on the back of the couch and grinned, “Yeah man, she's, like, a space marine. The woods are nothing compared to space.”

“But she’s never been gone this long! And she was really up-” Mikey turned to see Raph in the doorway and his eyes went wide. “Uuuuuh, hey Raph!”

Raph just rolled his eyes and took a scan of the room.

April was sat on the couch, squished between Donnie and Casey. Mikey was curled in the rocker that he’d dragged over to the window. Leo was by the lit fireplace in the large armchair, a mug of tea held to his chest.

Raph’s eyes lingered on the cup, mostly because of how little Leo’s hand shook. It settled something in his chest, seeing Leo’s hands steady enough to hold a cup without worry.

But Leo was looking at the fire. Pretty much fixated on it.

So, still mad. Great.

Actually, yeah, it was great, in Raph’s option. He’d rather have Leo mad and not chugging poison or trying to go on an impromptu nature hike. It wasn't like he wasn't used to Leo being mad at him anyway!

Raph made his way to the only seat left, the rickety little chair next to the couch, and sat down hard enough that it squeaked in protest. He only glanced at the show running, finding it was the weird fantasy sci-fi show that Mikey had gotten hooked on.

Conan, Corand…something something about a Barbarian. Either way, it was Mikey’s newest fixation and he’d torn through the house several times when he thought he was about to miss an episode.

A slimy and uncomfortable feeling worked into Raph’s shell.

Because Mikey was staring out the window and worrying over his friend, completely ignoring the show he’d dubbed ‘the best thing made since stuffed crust pizza’.

He was still angry with her but, damnit, he didn’t want to chase her off. Even if she hadn’t kept her word about the backup, she at least was helpful in distracting Mikey and, to an extent, Leo.

…maybe-

Raph’s musings were cut short when the lights suddenly flickered.

Everyone froze, glancing up at the ceiling. The lights stabilized for a moment, filling the room with a warm yellow glow…

And then everything went black.

There were various sounds of shock and annoyance from everyone, bumps and thumps from people undoubtedly running into each other in the dark. Raph stood up, blinking hard to try and force his eyes to adjust faster.

The only light source was the slight glow from the fireplace so Raph stumbled his way over, hands flapping at the air blindly. He made a small sound of surprise when another three-fingered hand grabbed his.

He knew it was Leo. He could hear everyone else still stumbling around blindly. There was a particularly loud bang of someone's shins hitting the coffee table, and a string of swears that told him it was Casey.

And then there was a click and Raph squawked when Donnie turned the flashlight on right in his face.

“Whoops,” Donnie pointed it down, sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Sorry Raph.”

Mikey popped up at Donnie’s shoulder, looking around the room warily, “Dude, what happened to the lights?”

“Relax, it’s probably just a blown fuse,” Donnie said. “It happens with old houses. I’ll have it fixed in no time.”

Raph frowned after Donnie as he left the room. Even if it was spring, the nights were still chilly and the house did not hold heat well.

As if to cement his fear, a gust of wind whistled down the chimney and sent a cold burst of air into the living room, snuffing out the soft glow from the fireplace and leaving just blackened bits of wood.

Leo shivered.

Raph’s jaw ticked and he glared at the dead fireplace. His eyes had adjusted enough that he could grope his way to the box where they kept extra wood. His fingers only found the metal bottom of the box and a case of matches.

“Damn.”

“Language,” Leo croaked out.

Raph glared over his shoulder, knowing that his eyes would be visible enough for Leo to see. He himself couldn’t pick out Leo’s features very well but…he had the oddest feeling that Leo was smirking at him.

It settled something in Raph’s chest a little.

But that feeling was stirred up again when a stronger bust of cold air ghosted through the fireplace.

“I’m gonna get more wood,” Raph stated. His vision had fully adjusted now, so finding his way to the doorway was a piece of cake.

There was a thump and another grunt from Casey, “Ack, where- ah, nevermind. Hey, Raph! You sure you should wander around alone?”

Raph paused to look over his shoulder, seeing that Casey was trying to navigate around the furniture…and was looking a bit too far to the right to be facing Raph fully.

Raph snorted, “Our eyes adjust faster than yours do, Case. I’ll be fine for two minutes.”

Leo grunted from his chair, “Ca…careful.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Raph continued his trek. “I’ll be back in no time.”

The moon was full that night, so Raph could see even better when he made his way outside. The woodpile was normally stacked by the side of the house, facing towards the forest for easy drop-off.

Raph frowned when he circled the house and only found trampled dirt and a few sticks.

They had been keeping the pile stocked over winter, the fire being a pretty big part of keeping the building warm enough. The frequency had gone down when the snow fully melted but the chill of spring nights meant that someone usually tossed another log into the hearth every few days.

But it seemed no one had really thought to restock it as rigorously.

Raph sighed, grabbing the axe from its place next to the remnants of the wood pile. He didn’t have to go far, he knew, but it was still annoying.

He could just give up and go wait for Donnie to turn everything back on….but he was already out here.

Raph could still see the house when he stopped. He’d probably be able to see the lights of the living room if the power wasn’t out, so he felt more than comfortable enough to start hacking away at a fallen tree.

The moon was high, the nightlife in full swing around him as the axe thwacked into the tree over and over. It wasn't until Raph paused to gather what he had so far into a pile that his senses suddenly flared to life.

Some small, inner voice, cultivated and refined from years of training, recoiled and hissed in his ear: danger, danger, danger!

Raph stood, bringing his fists up, eyes going white as he scanned his surroundings, “Who’s there?”

The woods didn’t answer. If anything, they’d seemed to have gotten quieter.

Raph’s lip curled in a snarl as he glared into the shadows of the woods, straining his ears and eyes to try and find what had gotten his hackles raised.

He took a step forward.

A set of antlers suddenly rose from behind a bush as a pair of black, beady deer eyes stared at Raph for a moment. And then the animal was bolting away in a flash of brown and white fur.

Raph blinked, his arms falling to his sides and a huff escaping him, “Just…was just a deer I guess.”

He did one more scan anyway, before turning back to his previous task, “Geez, I’m starting to sound like Mikey, jumping at shadows- YEOW!”

Raph crashed to the ground when something suddenly wrapped around his ankle and tightened. He rolled, kicking his free leg to try and dislodge it quickly. But whatever had latched onto him tangled around his other leg.

Raph twisted, grabbing his sai and levering himself upright, grabbing hold of the-

Of the vines that were snaking up his legs!? “What the hell?!”

He went to cut the vines away, but more sprung from seemingly nowhere, ensnaring his arms and tightening hard enough to force his weapon from his hand.

Raph struggled, kicking and pulling, even biting as more vines pinned him to the ground. But he didn’t start to truely panic until the vines started dragging him deeper into the trees.

His struggles became more frantic and he managed to roll himself onto his plastron, claws digging into the dirt to try and keep himself from being dragged away, “Guy! Gu-”

Raph’s yells were cut off when something large grabbed the back of his head and slammed his forehead into the ground.

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Raph groaned.

His head was pounding and his entire body felt stiff and achy and sore….probably because he was lying on the very cold ground in an extremely uncomfortable position…

Had he fallen asleep during another cartoon marathon? Had everyone just left him? Shut off the lights and walk away without even giving him a nudge?

….no, he wasn’t watching shows…the power had gone out?

Geeeezzz, his head hurt….

Raph blinked slowly, trying to remember what he’d been doing that had made him end up sprawled on the floor.

But his brain screeched into high gear when he heard the unmistakable sound of a Kraang laser gun.

Had they been found? Was that why the Kraang hadn’t moved out of the city? Had they been looking for them?!

They couldn’t fight them! Not now! Leo couldn’t-

Raph tried to stand, shoved shaky arms under himself and started to push himself up-

Something clung to his legs, something that had burrowed deep under his scales and burned through every cell in his body and forced him back to the ground as pain ripped through him.

Raph gasped for air, his hand scrabbling at the ground. His skin felt like it was buzzing, like he’d just gotten shocked but the stinging sensation afterward wasn’t fading away.

He tensed when the laser screeched out again, several shots in rapid succession.

But…it sounded like it was only one?

That didn’t make sense. The brain-faces tended to travel in groups of two, at least, and they definitely wouldn’t be dumb enough to just send two after the turtles that had caused them so many setbacks.

But there definitely was just one laser gun going off. Why was there just one?

Raph squinted at his surroundings, trying to make his foggy brain work and at least tell him where he was.

….he was a little embarrassed to admit, even to himself, how long it took him to think ‘this isn’t the farmhouse’.

He was in some kind of building, but it was small. The walls, floor and roof were all made of the same cracked and rotting wood that didn’t do a thing against wind or vegetation invading. Raph shuddered and looked around, taking in the random assortment of rusted tools, dirt, bits of grass poking through the floorboards. He also saw a rickety-looking door, partly open, just enough to let him see the flashes of pink outside.

He also saw a glass flask shoved into a corner. A very empty glass flask that he knew had had more mutagen in it not too long ago, “What the hell…is goin’ on?”

The shots sounded again, closer now.

And a familiar, female voice.

“Why. Won’t. You. Stay. Down! Slana'pir, jari'eyc vaar osi'yaim! B'epa slaat bal ramaana!”

When did Raven get here?

He didn’t have much time to ponder that before there was a loud twacking sound of something hitting flesh and a yelp of pain.

Raven came flying through the door, vines pinning her arms to her sides. She rolled when she hit the ground, twisting and growling as her feet scrabbled to right herself, face twisted into an expression of pure rage and directed towards the now open door.

Raph turned to look at what had invoked her ire.

A massive, looming figure stood there. Green skin, almost leathery-looking in texture, like a bunch of vines had coiled themselves up in a rough mimicry of a human, broken up by streaks of florescent teal and small clusters of white flowers and leaves. It was wearing faded overalls, some of the seams popped open and frayed from the sure size of the creature, and a burlap sack hid most of its face, only a singular glowing teal eye visible through a rip.

Raph inhaled sharply as his heart rate skyrocketed.

The creature lumbered into the shed, towering over Raven as she braced her back against the wall to sit herself up. The shadow from the thing made it hard for Raph to see her face but he could make out her still trying to fully stand.

The creature growled.

Raven yelped as vines burst from the ground itself, lashing around her legs and dragging her down to the floor. The creature watched, its head tilting as Raven continued to struggle.

And then it slowly turned to Raph.

Raph hackles went up and an involuntary hiss punched out of his throat. He pushed his hands against the floor in an attempt to shuffle back, put some distance between himself and…and whatever this thing was.

But whatever was holding his legs down kept him firmly in place and Raph hissed in pain again when his attempts to move were rewarded with the burning, tingling sensation under his scales.

The creature stomped over, standing over Raph for a moment before it leaned down.

Raph hissed again when he felt pressure on his shell, squirming under the weight, “Get off me you freaky-” The threat Raph had been preparing was cut short by his pained screaming.

Raph’s entire body felt like it was burning, the heat more intense on his lower body but inching higher. He screeched as his body got hotter and hotter, convinced he was about to burst into flame and burn away to nothing-

And as fast as it started, it ended. Leaving Raph heaving and exhausted on the floor.

The creature walked away, teal streaks glowing more intensely as it shuffled back outside, closing the door to the shed behind it.

Raph listened as the heavy footfalls got further and further away.

He lay there for a bit, just breathing, waiting for the tingling pinprick feelings to dull before he looked back to Raven.

And promptly gaped when he did, “Are you..are you crying?”

“Shut it!” Raven barked, tears flowing freely down her face. “Be pissed at me later I can’t deal with it right now!”

Raph’s jaw snapped shut. His brain was still sluggish, unsure of how to best respond to the situation playing out in front of him.

Raven twisted and strained, tears still dripping off her chin, “Stupid kriffin’, di’kut, nerf herdin’-”

“Dude….you’re freaking me out,” it was the only thing Raph could think to say.

Raven snarled, heels digging into the ground, “You think this is fun for me?! Kriff, kark, damnit, motherfucking weak body! I should’ve been able to beat it! GodDAMNIT!”

Raph couldn’t do anything but watch as Raven’s voice got louder and her swearing got more colorful. And cried, the crying was really throwing him for a loop because…he really did not know how to deal with that.

He was still upset with her, some little voice in the back corner of his mind still growled at her for not helping Leo. But much more of his mind could only comprehend that he’d never seen her cry before and he barely knew how to handle his own brothers crying, let alone a borderline stranger.

So he just watched as her struggling lessened and she screamed herself hoarse.

It felt like an age before she finally slumped against the wall, panting and hiccuping, eyes red and face blotchy.

Raph shuffled, wincing when the movement tugged painfully at his legs, “Uhhm…where have you been?”

“What?” Raven’s voice was shot, raspy and cracking, as she looked towards Raph.

“You were gone all day…Mikey was worried.”

Raven blinked at him a few times before looking up and thunking her head against the wall, “...was in the woods…thinking….everything’s too loud now.”

“...what?”

Raven heaved in another breath, “Everything. Is. Loud. Ever since I got…de-aged everything’s been so loud. My own thoughts are loud, everything is so kriffing bright and this crying shit keeps happening! I don’t….gods, I shouldn’t be dumping this on you.”

“Eh?” Raph frowned. “Naw, naw…is fine. What’d you mean loud?” His interest was peaked now, and the conversation was giving him something to focus on other than the itchiness that had wormed under his scales.

Raven inhaled shakily again, “...I shouldn’t….and I shouldn’t have lied to you to make myself feel better…”

Raph blinked, sluggish brain trying to comprehend what Raven was trying to say, “What?”

“The longest….the longest any trooper has had to wait for rescue was a month…I should’ve told you after the first month that they weren’t coming.”

Raph’s frown deepened, “What happened…to that big speech about how you guys don’t leave people behind?”

Raven didn’t speak for a beat, just breathed heavily as she stared toward the shed’s roof, “...General Ader wouldn’t just abandon me, she would never abandon any of us. So if no one has shown up yet…it means they can’t.”

….oh.

…Oh, crap, now Raph felt like a horrible person.

Raven kept talking, sounding like she was about to burst into tears again, “Gods, why won’t….damnit, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry Raphael. I really did want to get you all help. You’re all just kids and you’re dealing with so much-”

“You’re a kid,” Raph huffed.

“No I’m not,” Raven didn’t sound very confident in her statement.

But she didn’t elaborate further. Raph really felt like she should but he wasn’t sure how.

So he just lay on the floor, watching Raven.

They should probably be figuring out how to escape…but he was getting tired, the brief rush from the creature and Raven showing up leaving his system.

He didn’t notice the layer of moss slowly climbing further up his shell.

He barely heard Raven start calling his name again.

His vision went dark and the world was quiet.

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Translations

Slana'pir, jari'eyc vaar osi'yaim! B'epa slaat bal ramaana - Piss off, you ugly, underdeveloped shithead! Eat dirt and die!

Di'kut - idiot, stupid

Kriff - fuck

kark - shit

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #oc

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tmntxthings · 2 years ago

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Hey.! I saw you said you'd like to do a matchup. And I would love to get a match up myself.! I was wondering if you could.??

But if so- I'm a teen, and my favorite color is green in general. I wear glasses, and I'm huge on turtles and jellyfish. I love science, math and ELA. But although I'm a straight A student. I am a complete asshole lol- I constantly make gay jokes about myself, and I make really bad dad jokes. I constantly annoy my family and friends. But I also love to draw and sketch in my notebooks.! I love sports- especially track, diving and badminton.! I am really competitive, and I create chaos everywhere I go. I depend on my friends and I don't trust my family as much as I used to.

I know, I seem to have a somewhat mixed personality of the turtles and friends. Which is absolutely true. But it's who I am lol- I thank you again.!!

so again! I’ve never done this before just a forewarning 😂 based on the info you gave me this is pretty darn hard you could be matched up with any of the turtles for multiple reasons! But I’ma go with Raphael Hamato

And here are my reasons!!

I believe in opposites attract, or at the very least you need someone who can balance you! So whilst you seem very book-smart with your academics and straight A’s, Raph will be your street-smart, or yk just help keep you outta trouble if someone takes those jokes the wrong way xD

He can definitely put up with your endearing annoyances bc he deals with that stuff all the time *cough* *cough* you and Leo are menaces together! But you get along great with all his brothers, you can find topics to talk with Donnie about, shenanigans with Leo as I mentioned earlier, and you spend some quality art time with the youngest Mikey!

I can just imagine you and Raph getting all competitive when it comes to sports! He’s not Mr. #1 but he definitely puts up a good fight and usually places second when it comes to his brothers. Sometimes Raph will hype up your chaos but most times he’s the one following after you, like your own little- I mean ginormous puppy dog! I can see him trying to get close to your friends since trust them a lot! & he understands completely bc April is practically family

uhmmmm yeah that’s all I got >.< hehe hope you enjoyed <3

#matchups?#ig im doing this!#at least testing out the waters #temporarily #tmnt fandom #rottmnt fandom #rapheal #raph #raph x you #raphael #raphael x you #raphael hamato #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #grace answers #grace is matchmaker

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celestialsun123 · 7 months ago

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I drew some TMNT sketches

These are all pictures that are taken at weird angles to avoid shadows getting on the drawings themselves.

Everything's under the read more cause it gets LONG 🥲

This was the first one. It was alright, although looking at it now, I wish I had not done the shadows 😅

I drew Mikey second and DANG this boy gave me trouble! He looks so PRECIOUS, so I forgive him.

This is when I realized that I could use a piece of scrap paper to test my colors. I think Raph turned out GREAT, and this is also when I figured out how to do the block shading (I added it to Donnie and Mikey after)

I did not do Leo next (mostly cause I couldn't find a good pic) so I did this sketch that I HATE because Donnie's face is bad. Like... it's just bad.

Then I finally found a good pic for Leo! His face is so pointy tho, and it REALLY bothers me cause I can't get it to look right for me. Other than that, the only problem was I have to use a highlighter for his mask and sash thingy and it gave me grief. He also looks too buff. Like I couldn't get the right proportions, so he just looks slightly strange. (I end up having this problem with Mikey and Donnie too 🥲)

Next I did 2012 Donnie. I'm not used to drawing 3D, so I did 2D. It was a nightmare and I wish I had used the crossover episode as a reference instead. Overall, Donnie turned out decent.

After Donnie, I did 2012 Raph. I did NOT learn from all my mistakes and I used another reference from a normal episode. I did know what to do differently drawing wise, and Raph looks way better than Donnie. (He does look like he's holding the camera. He isn't)

I was out of the house when I drew 2012 Leo (plus a Rise Leo), so I didn't have access to my colored pencils or normal paper. I really like 2012 Leo, but AGAIN Rise Leo has SUCH a pointy head!

(the text on Rise!Leo's drawing says "Rise Leo being responsible," and then the whole "Donnie, DAD'S on that thing." Quote.)

And then, finally, I made a collage/series thing. I am SO proud of this, although there are parts I despise. Leo's face? Hate it. Kinda made me want to cry drawing that. Mikey's whole self? (Not to mention the fact that I used the wrong color for one of his mask tails?) Hate it. Donnie's whole positioning with Raph? Also hate it. I got real lazy at the end (cause I'd been working on this for 2 days and couldn't find good poses for the other three)

In case my writing is both too small and too messy to read, here's the translations from left to right:

1st pic: on Donnie's right "I love my brother" is repeated all the way down, getting aggressive at the end. This is what Donnie is thinking. Above him the text says "has listened patiently for 1.5 hours and is having a mental breakdown."

Above Leo the text says "has been rambling for 2 hours." On Leo's left he is saying "And that's why when Usagi said to run, I decided to go and SAVE him instead- hey, and- [missing text going behind Leo] ever get- [missing text] cause I'd- [missing text] it and- [missing text] you live- [missing text] -igh? Oh! - [missing text] -ormally- [missing text] -nd you- [missing text] not that- [missing text] so- [missing text] but- [missing text] and I did- [missing text] even TRY! Are you listening to me?"

Additionally, there is text outside the box, above Leo, that says "combined type ADHD (possibly Autism)"

2nd pic: above Mikey the text says "rambled for 3 min, then got insecure and had the AUDACITY to ask if he was being ANNOYING."

The text above Donnie says "wants to kill whoever suggested that, cause there isn't anything in the UNIVERSE that could make Mikey annoying." The text in the thought bubble says "Is murder legal?"

Outside the box, above Mikey, there is text saying "combined type ADHD (possible autism)"

3rd pic: the text above Raph says "rambling 'bout wrestling (it's been 1 hr)"

The text above Donnie says "lovingly listening for the next half hour after this." The text beside him says "multitasking"

Under the text about Raph there is also text saying "inattentive ADHD"

4th pic: The text next to Donnie says "has been talking about tech for and/or science for *5* hours"

The text above the three spikey blobs says "they have zero clue what he's talking about, but they listen anyway"

Outside the box, above Donnie, the text says "Autism"

That's all for now. I haven't made 2012 Mikey yet, just cause 2012 intimidates me because of its 3D nature. I'll get to him eventually! (He and Leo are my favs in 2012)

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ducknotinarow · 2 years ago

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Leo? Eh he was mixed on Casey. On the one hand they didn't listen were unfocused and often seemed to be a distraction to Raph. But also a decent fighter and an okay ally of theirs.

Don? Seemed to loathe the guy. And something else. But mostly be annoyed by their mere existence because Casey also liked April. So they were rivals clearly.

April? seemed okay with Casey maybe it was nice for her to have a human friend that knew about he mutant friends and such. She seemed to get along with great to which of course only made Donnie more jealous or worry at times.

Raph though?

Raph started off hating the guy apparently having gotten into a fight when they met and such but in what seemed like a sudden turn around Raph was all about Casey. His new best friend. Or as Donnie seemed to freak over being a second Raphael.

Splinter seemed fine with a other knowing about them. Happy Raph seemed to have a new ally even and didn't mind Raph going off with Casey all the time.

So what did Mikey think of Casey? Oh that was simple and easy.

He hated Casey Jones.

Yeah that might be a shock since when dose Mikey hate anyone? Heck he thought he was the one in the wrong when Chris Bradford turned out to be a jerk and never wanted to be his friend. So what did Casey do that upset Mikey? Easy. The orange banded turtle thought as he stood in the door way of Raphael's room. Peering in he wanted to work on his Maze and Mutant character a little and well Raph was a bit better at drawing seemed like a good time to ask they had their sketch book laid over their legs. Mikey smiled and made his way in never caring about the whole not knocking before walking on in the room. Raph acted annoyed but never really cared all that much, baby bro privileges did in fact factor in now and again. Mikey sat on the end of Raph's bed setting the pages down as Raph looked them over well Mikey had been talking for what felt like hours at this point. Same old same old here as Mikey continued on to speak Raph may come off like he hated being around Mikey at times but Mikey knew better they would chill around like this in either his room or Mikey's. And just talk well mostly Mikey talked and Raph sort of just sat in their company slight smile to their beak. Sometimes he offer up a word or two. It was nice, Raph could be nice when in the right mood. If Mikey caught them in in it he could get hours of time alone with them. Heck he even got Raph to play along with him and his action figures sometimes or he tell them about some dumb online fight he got in. Raph would mutter something he would have said instead and Mikey kept in mind for next time.

Then there was a ping on Raph's phone he pulled out his t-shell and looked to the crack screen. He snorted a little and started to text back right away. Mikey hung his beak right away at the sight his stomach dropped a little as he could feel the tone and air in the room changing between them, Mikey already started to let blue eyes fall to the bed as he start grabbing at paper to gather up into a stack once again. He knew what was going to happen next. He felt Raph's bed shift from his weight moving to get up to his feet not once has he looked away from his own screen another laugh escaped Raph as he typed away.

"Hey i'm gonna-"

"Hang out with Casey" Mikey cut in with as he rolled his eyes annoyed, Raph caught it and paused to finally look at Mikey. Wow shocking. "Dude come on we got a campaign coming up soon and you haven't done like anything with ya dwarf guy!" Mikey whined as he grab at one of his pages with said character on it.

Raph now was the one to roll his eyes as he set a hand to his hip "I don' even 'ike that game I jus' play it cause ya all do." Raph pointed out.

"Ya well it's more fun with ya and you can' keep ditchin' us or your guy won't be playable."

"yeah so what? not 'ike I care that much anyway sides Case found a good taggin' spot an' we can keep an ear out for anyone dumb enough to break into the stores around there. I hope someone is be nice to bust some skulls in." Raph went on to say smiling at the idea of a good fight.

Mikey gritted his teeth a bit. Stupid Casey. "Don't get why it gotta be with Casey, we go on patrol and such too. And were way better fighters than so guy with a mask." Mikey huffed a bit

Raph shurg his shoulders "eh Casey cool dude, an' well I dunno I jus' 'ike hanin' with him sometimes nice change. Just nice to have someone to talk too."

Mikey knew it was because he lost Spike but he reacted before he thought "what so ya can't talk to us? were your bro dude bros should come first! Not this random guy off the street who only hangs with you when April's too busy. Got no one else to hang with so he just chills with you to kill time?"

Raph just fixed Mikey with a look and it was enough to make him shrink back. Slightly closing his eyes expecting to get hit but nothing followed just Raph saying he was heading out leaving Mikey alone. When the room fully grew silent Mikey finally looked up to see himself alone in Raph's room. Sighing out as he turned and went back to gather his papers up eyeing Raph's sketch book he left alone on the bed, Mikey leaned over to take a peek at it a moment. Just to grow more annoyed.

Papers held to his plastron as he scooting off the bed and left the room himself. Foot slamming Raph's bedroom door shut as he stormed through the lair heading back to his own room. Grumbling under his breath about what happened when Splinter's voice came from the dojo. Sighing Mikey turned and made his way there, finding his dad sat in the center, legs crossed and eyes closed. Sometimes even Mikey was surprised how much he seemed to be aware of going on. "Yeah I know sit down."

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"And he's always hanging out with now Sensei it's like Casey stole my brother!" Mikey had vented and ranted out all he was holding in to his father and teacher who took in every word till Mikey had finally gotten it all off his chest. Splinter simply stated that he didn't like sharing his brother, and Mikey lowered his head, letting it slightly sink into his shell. It sounded so childish.

"Your brother is growing up, and just enjoys having someone who shares interests with him."

Mikey sighed, "yeah but Sensei it's like he never around anymore and" he trailed off slightly getting it now. Raph said it himself even he only played that game with him and the others because they liked it. Quirking his beak a little maybe Splinter had a point he didn't like sharing his brother, any of them really. "I feel like, Like i'm being left behind. Leo got the leader stuff, Donnie's got his science and he hangs out with April sometimes and now Raph got Casey I guess.: He lets the pout on his beak hang there as he lifted his head up a bit. Mikey was feeling lonely as of late.

"You four may one day grow a part when the chance to let others in arrives but you are brothers. You are each others first set of friends but you will one day get to meet others who may even share in what you like. So they pull away because they can have someone who sees how they see. Your are brothers first and thats a bond that nothing will get in the way of. Especially you four"

"Yeah then how come they are always so eager to ditch me first chance they can?" Mikey mumbled a bit. It just hurt feeling like Raph would rather do anything with Casey over anything with Mikey. Ignoring his dad's words in this moment "I don't get what Raph thinks is so great about Casey he just some punk kid in a hockey mask." Mikey spat out, didn't seem like enough so he went on "And he's a jerk! a big jerk like more than Raph! I think he's gonna be a bad influence on him. Make Raph get into all sorts of trouble and Raph's already got a trigger happy temper Sensei. Make Raph not uh yeah take training serious he'll stop caring about proper form and such. They just fight random people together he gonna expose us! Yeah yeah that sounds Don should find a way to wipe his memory! Get rid of him altogether saver that way for us all!"

Mikey vented, soon side glancing to his dad who simply offered him a soft smile. Mikey looked down once more chewing over what that look might be telling him. That was just his way sometimes he always wanted them to find their own answers at times. He may give the lesson or guide them with advice but he always left the final part to them to figure out. Mikey saw how Splinter ears twitched a little now and turned out to look at the closed screen door. You could hear the collective rise of voices just past it. Mikey knew the sound of his brothers voices easily Leo must be mack from what ever, and Don was outta of his lab maybe April had just left? it was the sound of Casey's dumb laugh that got him annoyed more so. He felt his dangs hand set to his shell a moment as he looked up to him all Splinter did was gesturing his head to the door. Nothing else said Mikey moved to stand and made his way out from the dojo.

Yeah he was right April was on her way out, Donnie seemed to be wishing her a good bye and Casey seemed to be jumping to offer to walk her home or something. Leo was ignoring the following looks shared between Don and Casey as he went to speak to April well Raph stood off to the side. Mikey just wanted to go to his room, looking in the way of it meant he have to walk past them and well Raph might still be mad at him for what he said. Eh he can take a punch he guesses, already felt like he was getting enough these days. Slow sluggish steps as he hung his upper half maybe if he looked as pathetic as he felt they would all just ignore him. Looking up at Casey as he and Donnie were talking right now.

He didn't see what was so great about him. April would be so better of with Donnie clearly, and Raph could have a new better friend. Casey was just a dick look at him acting like he got anything over Donnie here. Pft please all he had was the fact he was human like April. Probs just drag Raph down in fights too, all skin and bones as if he could fight. Subconsciously Mikey fell into place with the group glaring at Casey. As he was being smug about whatever he wasn't listening, he could see that look on Don's face though clearly growing annoyed they were getting a snarky remark in the works. Mikey smiled a bit at that yeah let this tooth pick have it Don B team solidarity!

He felt Raph's elbow pump against his arm, not to hit him he was getting Mikey's attention'. As Mikey looked to the side unaware how he just drifted in beside them. Raph didn't say a word or even look at Mikey he just had a smile tugged on to his beak, Mikey took a second to try and figure out what he was doing when, yup Donnie's voice had nothing but thick layers of snark coming out on his follow up comeback to Casey just now. Mikey Watch as Raph's beak started to move a soft 'oooo' coming out. With that alone Mikey's eyes got wide jumping up as he pointed out a finger to Casey and joined in on Raph's 'oooooo" towards Casey. The pair backing up Donnie's side in this little argument or whatever Mikey didn't bother to figure it out still. When Casey tried to fire back Don shot him back down twice as hard. And Raphael laughed hard at Casey's expense elbowing Mikey once again. Mikey fell in to place right away as Raph step forward Mikey right beside him as he landed a good punch into Casey arm.

"Oh you got owned Jones!" Raph said right after getting Casey annoyed expression aimed his way now.

"Yeah take that stupid look on your face and leave." Mikey followed in with laughing. Smiling when Raph swung his arm over Mikey's shoulders so they could laugh together at Casey. Using April, I was finally ready to leave once wrapping up with Leo as his reason to get out of there. "Yeah, that's right, ain't got nothing, you be smackes down, son!"

Mikey threw out. Earning a laugh from Raphael, who just playful pushes him in response. Leo walked over, chuckling a little to himself as Raph turned to give Donnie some props for his comment. The three of them turn to head over to the pit. Mikey hung back a moment more till Raph dropped down on the couch and told Mikey to come over, even offering the spot next to him as Mikey's. It just made him smile a little more. Maybe Splinter did have a point. And well, maybe Casey wasn't stealing Raph from him. They came first. Mikey had a place with all three of them. He made his way over to drop down in between Donnie and Raph as Leo sat on the floor to be closest to the TV. Right here, with all three of them. As Mikey and Raph both turned to give Donnie more praise letting Leo enjoyed his show till one of them got a turn to pick something to watch. Casey may be Raph's new bestie and all but Casey would never be able to fall in step with Raph like Mikey could. So he'll take his own victory over them along side Donnies once again B team solidarity.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ rokin and heads a rollin’ aflockoffeathers]#[ the brains of this operation aflcokoffeathers]#send emoji promt #memory meme #ic reply #meme answer #((not really hate just mikey going through what some younger siblings do in that he feels hes losing a sibling as they are growing up and #well for some siblings are thier first friends uwu))

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iheartchv · 3 years ago

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Hello! How're you doing? 🥰 I've got an idea: Their S/O can draw very well, and the boys didn't know about that. How would the boys react if they find their S/O's notebook and see her/his art, including a drawing of them?

Thank you 💜

Im okay ^^ hope everythings been alright for you as well, and hope this is alright♡♡♡

Leo:

He sees your notebook sitting on the couch

But he doesnt remember seeing you come in or leave

He figured you left it accidently

Hes wondered what made you smile whenever he seen your pencil move across the paper

Plenty of times when he was in the dojo training/improving a technique, he saw you sitting with the book in your lap

He knew he shouldnt without your permission (whether youd let him or not), but he wanted to see what artwork his angel has done

Opening the cover he finds sketches of people, Japanese inspired designs, and stops when he sees himself

The way you payed attention to the details of his muscles, scars, the design, dips and curves of his shell was impressive

It looked like he was looking at a black and white picture of himself

A smile spread on his face and warmth spread through his body

"Youre so talented, my love"

Raph:

The notebook was sitting randomly in the lair

He saw it and figured it was Donnie's or Mikey's

He sighed, a bit annoyed

He knew Splinter or Leo would probably wonder whose it was

So he decided to go put it in one of their rooms

However when he opened the book he saw your name inside

He didnt know whether to just put the notebook down or look through it

Hed be lying if he said he wasnt interested

He had always been wondering what you were doing

He opened the book and turned the pages

He was amazed at the amazing art before him

He never knew you were such an amazing artist

However his heart stopped when he saw a picture you sketched of him

It was pretty detailed

He saw how much effort you put into these, into every piece of art

He couldn't stop smiling

"What did I do to deserve someone as awesome like you, babe?"

Donnie:

He found your notebook sitting on top of his

He opened the book absent-mindedly looking for a page to write down some formulas/ coding for new computer programs

He was confused for a second

Like "who erased my equations/codes"?

His stomach fluttered

He respects your privacy and closed it

However, he was curious and quickly opened it back up

He hoped curiosity wouldn't get him killed, as the saying goes

He was met with all the sketches and drawings youve done till recently

He admired how you saw the beauty in everything

He felt his heart leap when he saw a drawn portrait of himself

The lines, the colors, everything was mesmerizing

He'd apologize later

But hes glad to have seen your artwork

You are so talented, and your art showed how you was as a person

It made him fall in love with you all over again

With a smile on his face he said:

"My dove, I love you so much, more than you'll ever know"

Mikey:

He saw it sitting on the kitchen table

You said you needed to use the restroom and hurried

He waited till you were gone and sat down to look inside

He had seen you with that notebook of yours, pencil making light scratching noises

He always asked what you were drawing

It made him feel left out when you didnt tell him or said,"Nothing."

He opened the cover and saw a world of color and shapes

Flowers, dogs, many different kinds of skies

He loved everything he saw

What he saw next made him stop for a second

He saw a picture of himself

He way you drew and colored his eyes, face, scales, everything was flawless

Absolutely beautiful...

It was like he was looking at a reflection of himself

He saw some sketches and studies of different parts of his body

He felt happy to be your muse

"Aw, baby cakes. Your art is beautiful, just like you are"

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#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #donnie #raph #leo #mikey #ask #request #tmnt headcannons #tmnt headcanon

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another-tmnt-writer · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday

Mikey x Reader

Author: Mo

Prompt: Could I get an artistic s/o who went and splurged a lot of money on art supplies for mikey as mikey deserves some love!

Note: Oh my god this is so cute. We love our precious orange bean <3

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.0k

You remembered the day Mikey had first shown you his sketchbook. It was a few weeks after you’d met the turtles. You’d only gone down to the lair a few times to hang out with them so far. They were your age and Mikey, the youngest, had explained to you that they didn’t really have that many friends to begin with, but they also didn’t have any friends who were their age. Because of that, you’d made it your personal mission to be friends with them.

Mikey had settled down on the couch next to you, his sketchbook open on his lap. He started flipping through his drawings, showing them all to you with this sense of pride, watching your reactions to his art. Most of them were sketches of his brothers, their dad. Some of them were just objects around the lair: his skateboard, the graffiti on the wall, Leo’s bonsai, his nun chucks. And then there was the last one, a drawing of you.

“You drew me?” You asked, your features lighting up in a bright smile. “Awwww!!”

“You looked so cute and focused while you were doing your homework the other day, angelcakes. I couldn’t help myself.” He shrugged, smiling shyly.

“You’re so talented, Mikey. These really are amazing.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely. You’ve got some real skill.”

“I guess, you know, being stuck down here for so long, I had a lot of time to practice.” He was smiling, but he sounded sad when he said it. He went on to explain that it had been hard for Donnie to get ahold of art supplies for him. He was lucky to have the sketchbook he did, but it had been made out of recycled paper Donnie had cooked up in his lab. While he was appreciative, he’d always wanted to sketch in a real sketchbook with supplies that were intended to be for art.

You compartmentalized this for their birthday a few months later.

Until the boys had met April, they didn’t know when their birthday officially was, but she’d been able to give them the exact day they’d started getting their mutagen treatments and that was good enough for them, considering they didn’t know exactly how old they were. So, in July, you went down to the lair for the birthday party you, April, and Casey had thrown together.

“Angelcakes! You came!” Mikey rushed up to you, a party hat on his head. He scooped you up into one of his famous bear hugs.

“Of course I did, Mikey! It’s your birthday! It’s a special day.” You told him, your feet dangling above the ground. He set you down and his eyes immediately flicked to the gift bags in your hands, each of them color-coded for the turtle you had bought them for. He hyperfixated on the orange one, the contents of which were hidden underneath sparkly orange tissue paper.

“What’s in the bag?”

“It’s a surprise.”

He whined. “You know how impatient I am! Can I get a hint?”

“Nope.” You told him. “You’ll have to wait just like the others.”

“Awwwwwww come onnnnnnn…” He followed you out to the living room, where the other three birthday boys were seated.

April carried in a few boxes of pizza and Casey had the birthday cake. Mikey tugged you down into the seat next to him, practically vibrating with excitement. He ate his pizza and cake so fast, you were sure he was going to get a stomach ache, but he knew as soon as everyone was done eating, he’d finally be able to see what you’d gotten for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, everyone was done, so Mikey gathered all of the paper plates and rushed them to the trashcan while you, April, and Casey dispersed presents. You handed Leo his first, then Raph, then Donnie, and finally, as he rushed back to his spot on the couch, you gave Mikey his.

The boys started opening their presents. You’d gotten Leo some new scented candles, a few books from your favorite bookstore, and a few succulents for his growing plant collection. Raph’s present had been the Fast and Furious box set, which he gasped at as soon as he laid eyes on it, his expression the happiest you’d seen him in a long, long time. For Donnie, you’d gotten him a purple keyboard cover for his computer because he was always complaining about crumbs falling between the keys, as well as some new mugs for his steadily worsening coffee addiction.

Mikey pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and stared for a long time, silent. You watched his reaction, settling in near him. His eyes watered and he covered his mouth with a large green hand. “(Y/N)…”

You swore that was the first time he had called you by your name instead of the numerous nicknames he’d taken to calling you.

“Angelcakes, this is too much.” He shook his head. He started taking the things out of the bag and gently setting them on the coffee table in front of him. A set of paint brushes, an assorted set of canvases, some acrylic and water color paints, a sketchbook, a set of pencils and erasers, and a giant box of colored pencils.

“You deserve the world, Mikey. This is just a start.” You told him, your voice soft.

He looked at you for a long moment and then, all at once, pulled you into his arms, holding you tight, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he pressed a dozen kisses to your cheeks and jaw and forehead.

“Happy birthday, Mikey…”

#michelangelo #michelangelo x reader #michelangelo imagine #mikey #mikey x reader #mikey imagine #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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heyheydidjaknow · 4 years ago

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Chapter 11

Guess who's back? Back again. Back three hours late, but back nonetheless. I'd feel more sorry if I was more sorry. This is officially the longest chapter as of now, so, yay. Someone challenged me to not swear for a chapter, and I believe I fulfilled that requirement. I'm just gonna go sleep.

Update: APPARENTLY, TUMBLR DOES THE TRANSFER FORMATTING THING ON LAPTOPS AND I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE RIGHT NOW SO MUCH. I usually do all my editing on my phone, so I knew no such luxury. I have never been more pissed. That is a lie, but my anger is still very genuine.

Chapter 11

“Where were you?”

The younger brother looks up at his senior. “Huh?”

“You were gone all night.” Leonardo leans against the door, crossing his arms. “Don’t look so surprised; I started getting up early to meditate.”

He shrugs in feigned nonchalance, already dreading the ensuing conversation. “Out.”

“And where’s ‘Out’?”

Donnie slides out of his chair, deciding his straining eyes need a break. “Just went to check on Y/N is all.” He rubs them with his arm, quietly noting the sounds of fighting in the dojo were starting to cease as he sits on the couch. His rounds of sparring with Leonardo were finished a little over an hour ago; a part of him is grateful it took him this long to corner him.

This got a raised brow. “You were checking on her for hours?”

He does not look him in the eye. “It’s not impossible.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It wasn’t that late,” he argues.

“Donnie,” he presses, “you didn’t get home until five in the morning. Where were you?”

He feels his face heat up. “I said.”

Leo leans down to look his brother in the eye. “Final answer?”

He swallows a yawn. “Look, I know it was stupid—”

“I didn’t say it was stupid.”

“No,” he snips, mildly irritable from a lack of sleep. “You implied it.”

The doors to the dojo slide open, the disgruntled look on Raphael’s face all the evidence the other two need to know who won.

Mikey dives onto the couch, sprawling out next to his slightly older brother. “Did you ask yet?”

“I did.” He glances at the disgruntled boy. “Donnie was, apparently, at Y/N’s all night.”

The reaction is immediate.

“Details!” The small victor sits up, leaning forward on his knees in usual attentiveness. “Was she good?”

“What did you—shut up, Mikey.” Raph’s attention snaps back to his tallest brother. “What did you do to her? Did you—”

“Wait, hold on!” Donnie’s face feels uncomfortably hot. “N-Nothing happened!”

“Yeah, sure.” The second eldest rolls his eyes. “You think we fell off the truck yesterday? Who stays with a girl all night in her room without something happening? Nobody,” he cuts him off before he can defend himself.

The youngest’s voice rises over his brother’s before he can continue. “Dude, big picture!” He gestures to his brown-eyed brother. “He got with a girl first! He has valid info or whatever he says and stuff!”

“What are you two even talking about?” He wrings his hands. “Look, nothing happened!”

“Then what were you doing at her house,” Raphael eggs. “You weren’t just sitting there, right?”

“… no.”

“Then what were you doing there?”

He pauses, the two excitable boys waiting on bated breath. “She wanted me to spend the night,” he explains carefully, “because she was having bad nightmares and didn’t want to sleep alone.” He leans back, tossing his hands in the air. “That’s all.”

Silence falls.

“So,” clarifies Raphael, “you spent however many hours in her room, in her bed, and you didn’t make a move?”

“I—look!” The conversation is taking a shift for the worse. “I was trying to be nice! The last thing she needed was me doing whatever you’re insinuating!”

“He has a point,” Michelangelo nods knowingly. “Brownie points are key.”

“When did I say I was doing this for brownie points?”

“Look,” the eldest interjects. “Regardless of whether or not he was doing the ‘smart’ thing—” air quotes, “my bigger concern is that you didn’t bother calling to let us know where you were. You could’ve—Raph, do you have something to say?”

He rolls his eyes. “Are you really gonna act like you wouldn’t do the exact same thing if it were you?”

The leader pauses. “Would you like to take this somewhere more private?”

“Sure.” A venomous smile curls Raph’s lips. “Dojo?”

“Bring it.”

As the two leave, Donnie looks back over at Mikey. “Okay,” he sighs, “did I miss something?”

A shrug. “Man," he grins brazenly, "bold of you to assume I follow half of the things you guys say.”

He pulls his T-Phone from his utility belt. “Do you think I did the right thing? Honestly?”

Another shrug. “I dunno.” He looks over his older brother’s shoulder, reading the text on the screen curiously. “Can’t have gone too bad, though, if you two’ve been textin’ all day.

He pushes his head away with his free hand. “It hasn’t been all day,” he corrects. “She just filled me in on this week’s episode and we just kept talking after that.” He smiles faintly. “Although, she did check to see if I got home alright.”

“Hey, that’s totally progress!” He grins encouragingly. “I mean, the bed thing was bigger progress, but this is also progress.”

You push through the turnstile with a bit of difficulty, hopping on your good leg as you pull the walker over the divider using your free hand with an embarrassing clatter. “Sorry,” you wince, feeling your face heat up as you slide down the railing. “I’m still getting used to—”

“Holy—are you alright?” The distress is apparent in the youngest’s voice as he sees you for the first time in a month. “You look like you—”

“I’m aware,” you cut him off dryly, holding a paper bag as you stumble over to the couch. “Whatever you’re about to say, I’m aware.” You put it down in Donnie’s lap. “Here.”

He blinks, picking it up as you regain your bearings. “What is it?”

“Not poison or snakes. Open it.”

“Yo,” Mikey interrupts, pointing at your banged-up leg, “can I draw on your white thing?”

It takes you a second to figure out what he is referring to. “Oh, you mean—yeah.” You lean your head back against the back of the couch. “Just know that I’ll take white-out to anything that could get me kicked out of school.”

“Deal!” He runs off to your room as his brother pulls the bag open, pulling the pastry from its confinement.

“What is it,” he repeats, icing already on his fingers.

“Cupcake.”

He fingers the wrapper, his brick stare seeming almost to dissect it. “What is it for?”

“Besides being messy?” You smile gently as you watch him try to figure it out, feeling your heart swell. “It’s food.”

“How much of it is edible?”

“Everything except the paper bit.”

He peels the liner back. “And how do you eat it, exactly?”

You lean forward on your arms. “The goal is to eat the frosting and the cake part at the same time, so however you accomplish that.”

He smiles sheepishly, eyes softening as he looks back at you. “Is it possible to eat it without the frosting getting on your face?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

He tentatively holds eye contact with you as he takes a bite, unsurprisingly getting icing sticking to the space around his upper lip. You wait tentatively as he licks the excess off, blinking in delighted surprise. “What’s in this, exactly?”

You feel yourself beam at his tone. “It’s nothing too special,” you shrug nonchalantly, bubbling with excitement. “It’s a personal favorite; red velvet with cream cheese frosting.”

He takes another bite. “Do you have more? Follow-up question,” you note his speech quickening, “can you make more?”

“Totally,” you nod in agreement. “I wanted to make you something as thanks for—”

“Back!”

Donnie shoves the rest of it in his mouth as soon as you two hear him.

“Sorry for the wait; I couldn’t find my stuff.” He plops down with a cardboard box filled with various discarded art supplies. “I’d use spray paint, but he—” he nods to his brother, currently trying to choke the rest of the cupcake down—“said I’m not allowed because of fumes or somethin’, so.”

“Fair.” You allow him to drape your calf over his legs, digging into the cardboard box he was carrying and pulling out a pencil. “Got any plans?”

“You’ll see,” he grins, starting to sketch shapes out.

The taller of the two wipes the excess frosting off his fingers. “Oh,” he snaps his fingers, “when you two are done with that, Y/N, I still gotta do that physical.”

“Physical?”

He clears his throat in preparation for a very redundant explanation. “A physical,” he explains calmly to his over-excited brother, “as in a physical examination, not whatever you’re thinking of.”

He blinks. “Like a doctor’s visit?”

“Donnie was asking about my recovery time,” you add helpfully. “Apparently, it’s weirdly long, but I don’t have any weird medical problems, so he wanted to see what the deal was.”

“That, and your comment about how ‘insanely high’ we jump, apparently.”

“Do not air quote that!” You lean your head back to look at him, hair falling onto his lap. “Not when you guys put high jumping to shame.”

He adamantly avoids eye contact, face warming. “It’s not that high,” he mumbles. “Especially if we’re bringing a sport like high jumping into this.”

“I respectfully disagree.” You lay your head down properly, looking up at him from his thighs. “Considering your falling form, it is a miracle you still have working hips.”

“What’s wrong with my form?”

“It doesn’t include a parachute.”

“Okay,” Mikey interjects, “it may not last unless you cover it with something. Just, FYI.”

You lean your head up to look at him. “Noted,” you nod. “I’ll pick up varnish or something on my way home.”

He nods. “Oh,” he asks innocently, “mind turning over? I have to get the other side and I don’t want to hurt you.”

For some inexplicable reason, the boy you are currently laying on looks as though someone has put a gun to his head.

You do as asked with a bit of difficulty, bringing your knee closer to your chest as it is now closest to the back of the couch. “Like that?”

“Perfect. Thanks.”

You look up at Donnie. “Let me know if you need me to move,” you smile. “If your thighs go numb or anything.”

His voice is oddly tight. “You’re good.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Sure? You sound very uncomfortable.”

“Never better.”

“He’s alright,” Mikey reassures you, shooting a thumbs up at his brother behind your back.

“...Alright.” Your eyes focus absentmindedly on what you thought was a couch cushion; upon further inspection, it appears to be a repurposed training mat. You bring the arm not currently pinned to your side under your head, humming an earworm softly.

The boy currently under you is silently panicking as your fingers squeeze gently around his knee, making a conscious effort to stare at the television and only at the television with his hands hovering awkwardly over you. Surprisingly enough, out of the corner of his eye, he does not catch his younger brother trying to stare at you weirdly, sincerely focused on drawing.

You feel him, eventually, resting his hands down, one resting in between your shoulder blades, the other in your hair, twisting a lock of it around his fingers gently. “Still alright,” you ask.

His voice is almost airy, now. “Mhm.”

‘This is nice.’ You trace little designs into the mat as your mind begins to wander, the boys starting to talk about something you struggle to pay attention to. This is not the closest you have been to him physically, but it is nice not to be crying this time around. "Domestic, almost, even if he doesn't think so.’

‘I should learn how to braid.’ Braiding is not something he has necessarily needed to know how to do in the past, but as he wraps the fibers around themselves, curious about the texture, he wishes that he knew; using your hair as a material of sorts would certainly be interesting, and he knows he has the dexterity for it. Admittedly, the conversation is less of a conversation and more of a speech on his brother’s part, but he tries to pay attention.

“So,” Mikey continues, digging into the box and pulling out a pencil sharpener, “he’s watching this guy all stealth-like, right? The guy’s out here, giving out his plans like they’re candy or whatever, and he’s just kinda recording it on one of those little tape recorders you used for that one thing a couple weeks ago-- you know the ones, and-- you don’t mind spoilers-- long story short, the guy gets caught, and when the crew got there, he was totally messed up.”

“Sounds like Batman,” you mumble sleepily-- ‘He really is warm.’

“Huh?”

“Your story.” You hoist yourself up, looking over your shoulder back at him. “Sounds like this Batman cartoon.”

“Batman?”

“Universe…” you stifle a yawn. “My universe has this thing called Batman, and there's a crossover thing in a different iteration of this universe. I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you?”

“Different iteration?” Donatello looks down at your head in his lap, desperately in need of a cold shower.

You feel Michelangelo bend your leg forward. You nod in confirmation, trying to will yourself awake. “Didn’t I… did I?” You lay your head back down properly. “You guys are, like… mega-famous down-- back-- there.”

“I’m not sure if you did.”

“Well,” you giggle sleepily, “you are.” You try to count on your fingers. “You’ve got the original comic, the old cartoon, the two-thousand three animated show, the CGI movie, this one, the two live-action movies, the twenty-eighteen animated one-- gorgeous animation by the by that I have to show you later, Mikey-- that crossover movie with Batman, the live-action show, the other, older live-action movie, the IDW comic series, that weird one with the hats-- there’s a ton.”

“Dude, that is sick!” The resident artist grins. “I bet they were awesome.”

You consider telling him about the IDW comic. You quickly decide against it.

“How long have we-- as a property-- existed, exactly?”

“I dunno.” You shrug. “The first animated show was the eighties, I think.”

“...huh.”

You notice him fiddling with your hair, finally. You don’t mind.

“It’s been too long.”

You freeze, suddenly very awake and painfully aware of your current position.

One of the few good things about having your own apartment: you seem to have forgotten the fear of being walked in on.

“Please, relax.” You hear his smile. It does not help matters. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

The other two, astonishingly, do not seem nearly as anxious as you are.

You look up at him from your spot on his son’s lap. “You look as healthy as ever.” ‘I miss my grandpa. Is Grandma okay?’ You were unable to find your relatives on your father’s side through social media-- they could be dead for all you know.

“No thanks to my diet,” he chuckles. Yoshi walks out of your field of view. “Don’t mind me; how long have they been in the dojo?”

“Half an hour?” You hear the jostling of the box and the snap of an uncapped pen.

You hear him sigh. “Let’s just hope nobody’s died,” he mutters, walking into the dojo.

The three of you strain your ears to-- unsuccessfully-- hear what is going on. The door snaps open as the two brothers leave together in heated silence.

Mikey shakes what you can now identify as a paint pen. “Who won?”

“Nobody.” Leo’s voice, snippy. “Is she out?”

“She is not.” You turn your arm awkwardly to wave back at him.

“Then,” he shrugs, “nice to see you.”

“Likewise.”

“So,” Raph interjects, apparently very interested in the current situation, “can someone please explain what, exactly, is going on here?”

“I’m painting her white thing.”

“Of course. Donnie?”

The mortification would be apparent if you were looking at him.

“Nothin? Okay then.” You shut your eyes as he sits down on the other side of you. “You look terrible. Nice scar.”

“I am too close to very sensitive areas for you to give me a hard time, Raphael,” you warn.

“Whatever.”

“I’m heading out.” Leo nonchalantly bounds the steps, hopping over a divider.

“Tell her I say hi,” you call back. “Remember, consent is key, yellow roses lead to friendzoning, and to always use a condom.”

“... No comment.” He runs off.

“I have so many questions.”

“Ask me later.”

It takes him about twenty more minutes to finish covering the entirety of your cast in brightly colored characters and objects; if you have to describe it, you will say that the style is contemporary pop illustration with composition reminiscent of the renaissance period if the single art class you have taken is serving you right.

“This,” you smile, a little misty-eyed for some reason, “is absolutely gorgeous. Thanks, Mikey.”

He beams. “You’re totally welcome! If you ever get more white things, I’ll draw on those too, if you want.”

“Dude, for sure.” You nod in agreement, looking back at Donnie. “Isn’t it cool?”

Donatello has been quietly jabbed at for the past twenty minutes and is mostly desensitized to the quality of his brother’s art; frankly, it is not his area, and he cannot judge it one way or the other. Despite this, he gives his brother a thumbs up. “Very.”

“Don’t stroke his ego so much,” teases their older brother. “Donnie’ll get jealous.”

“Hate to steal her from you all,” he interrupts, “but I still have a physical to do, so if you would be so kind as to shut up, that would be great.”

‘Green with envy. Is that racist? No clue. Pretty colors.’ Donnie is talking to you. “Huh?”

“I asked if you were still on board.”

You nod. “Mind grabbing my walker?”

He shoots his snickering brother a glare. “Want me to just carry you to the lab?”

Panic. Immediate panic. “You sure you can carry me?”

He shrugs, smiling. “It’s only a few feet. Besides,” he points out, “aren’t you the one always going on about how strong we are by normal standards?”

You do not have a rational way to explain why the idea of being off of solid ground, held up by someone who can potentially drop you, is distressing. You also do not want to insult him in any shape, way, or form. “Promise you won’t drop me?” Your stomach turns.

“Swear it.”

“Can I paint your walker while you guys are doing that?”

“Of all the things you could've chosen--”

“Lay off.” He offers his arms. “You can trust me, I promise.”

You pause. The statement is entirely true, but your gut is screaming at you not to do that. The same gut told you that slamming your body into the person driving the car you were tied up in was a good idea.

You latch your arms around his neck, burying your eyes in the crook of his neck as to not see when and in what direction he is moving you. “Please,” you mumble, trying not to blatantly beg, “do not drop me.”

He does not exactly understand why you are clinging to him so tightly, but he is hardly one to complain. He slides an arm under your knees, picking you up.

Raphael is heckling you. You are more concerned with your body inaccurately telling you that you are going to die from this. Tears prick your eyes as you try to breathe.

He looks down at you, mind wandering as he walks away from his brothers. You look so sweet to him, shaking like a leaf in his arms. Cute. He had thought the same thing when you had started clinging to him during that movie forever ago, when you held his hand last night and pulled him back onto the bed with you. You are not normally openly vulnerable and, although he is hardly one to talk about vulnerability, it is always a sight to behold.

“Please don’t drop me.” He is not exactly sure if you are aware of your own, almost silent begging as you repeat the phrase over and over. ‘You trust me.’ His heart melts.

It takes no time to get you to his lab. He sets you down on a chair, but you do not seem to understand that as you still cling tightly to his neck.

He chuckles nervously. “I need my body to perform the physical, Y/N.”

You were not aware he had put you down. Your eyes snap open as you let your shaking, iron grip relax. “Sorry,” you mumble, face going a gorgeous shade of pink.

“No prob.” ‘Prob?’ His face changes color to match yours.

“So.” He claps his hands together just a bit too hard, slamming the door closed when he hears his brothers’ snickering. “Let’s get started.”

You sit on your couch, applying another coat of varnish to your cast as you listen to a cooking show because something something exposure therapy. Also, listening to people scream at one another about food textures is soothing.

Your results were not surprising to you; by the standards of humans in this universe, you are a walking talking coma patient. It was a bit funny, watching him freak out about a blood pressure that you knew-- through the help of google-- was completely normal. You are fine for the most part, if he was using the tools given correctly, and so, you are currently preoccupied with making sure the gorgeous painting on your fiberglass prison is going to stay gorgeous. The only thing he had insisted on, really, was that you not cook, after seeing your crudely applied bandages on your fingers.

You lean back into an actual couch, pulling out your phone and scrolling through pictures of gloves again. You are determined to find a good pair; the deep scars on your hands are not fading any time soon.

You can hear the window slide open. “If you’re planning on killing me--” you stop when you look up to see the look on Donnie’s face. “Something up?”

He says absolutely nothing, leaning his staff against the wall, closing the window in a daze and he stands next to the sofa. “Are you busy?”

“No.”

“Good.” His eyes glance at the space next to you. “Can I stay here for a bit?”

“As long as you like.”

He lays his head on your lap as he sits down, staring blankly at the television screen. He immediately understands why you like this-- your thighs are incredibly soft.

You immediately understand why he was awkward. You have no idea where to put your hands, but you eventually settle on his head as you turn the volume down. “What’s up?”

He takes a deep breath, licking his teeth as he sighs. “I,” he explains, “just realized what my reality is right now and I-- okay, I know this sounds stupid--”

“Not at all.”

“It does,” he insists. “I know it sounds stupid because I realized it did when I was working it out, but I just-- hear me out, okay?” His voice oozes exhaustion.

“I’m hearing you.” You listen to him, laying your phone face down on the coffee table. “Hit me.”

He takes another breath. “I just fought a giant… thing.” He rolls over, looking up at you. “Mikey called it Jacob or something, and it was about twenty feet tall and it looked like something out of a monster movie and it destroyed us in a fight.” You hear his voice rising, and you just nod along, letting him talk. “It wiped the floor with us. And the only reason it existed was that Leo, apparently, got a girlfriend named Karai-- you know her?”

“Hot alt chick with the wicked eyeshadow and eyeliner that could kill?” You nod. “Yeah, I’m familiar.”

“Her-- wait, should I…?” He trails off, shakes his head. “Another time.” He covers the side of his face with his hand, gesturing animatedly with his other. “Anyways, apparently he met this girl because she wanted to do a heist with him-- this girl, working for the Foot, of all people-- sixteen or whatever-- she goes and just touches a button to mix the DNAs of all the creatures an alien race could find on Earth, and then bails.” He realizes he is shouting, lowers his voice. “The alien creatures, in case you forgot, that look like brains and waddle around on tentacles which, by the way, makes no evolutionary sense whatsoever, decided to create a button that mixes the entirety of their samples of DNA together in a smorgasbord of wrong, okay?”

“Uhuh.” You nod along. You know what he means, even if the word he used was technically not correct.

“This thing,” he continues, officially ranting, “destroyed a building! It set the whole thing on fire, which was probably only Kraang, but also maybe had normal people in it, which is concerning.” He rubs his eyes aggressively. “So, to recap, an alienish creature named Jason or whatever got created by Leo’s crush and destroyed a building and that was just what happened today!” He raises his hands in the air, almost accidentally hitting you in the face. “I didn’t bat an eye at this!”

“Man, I feel you.”

“And I understand,” he continues, “the irony of telling you this, considering I am a giant, talking turtle created by the very same mutagen that created Justin or whatever its stupid name was, was taught ninjutsu by my ninja master father who is also a rat, and that you have already previously died--”

“All very bizarre things,” you agree.

“-- but this is just…” he sighs. “My life is getting so… weird? It was already weird, I know, but more so than I thought it reasonably should be.”

You wipe a bit of oil you notice on his cheek off with your thumb. “This world is a weird one,” you admit.

His voice is lower now as he follows your hand with his eyes. “I…” He takes breath. “I just wish we were more normal, you know? That our lives were more normal, that our existences made more sense, you know?”

You cup his face in your hand gently, remembering how your mother used to do the same for you. “I do.”

You feel him leaning into your touch. “I wish,” he mumbles, almost to himself, “that I was a normal, human teenager who went to school and didn’t know how to use a bo staff and had three, normal brothers who could try to get girlfriends without worrying about whether or not they wanted to kill them.”

You sigh, running your thumbs along the edge of his eye socket, feeling the soft skin shift under you. “You’re very well adjusted for a teenager trained in the art of assassination,” you joke softly.

He chuckles dryly, closing his eyes. “My mother is an empty canister in a locked cabinet in the kitchen.” He exhales slowly. “My stepmom was murdered by a man now actively trying to murder me and my entire family because of a decades long feud. Well adjusted is probably the highest compliment you could give me.”

“I’ve given you higher.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” You glance up at the television screen, then back at him. “You’re holding up better than I am, and you’ve been fearing for your life since you were real little.”

“Apples and oranges.” He rests his hand on yours.

“Look,” you shrug, “the way I see it, life is a series of events that all string together to the present.”

“Butterfly effect.”

“Exactly.” You smile down at him. “And if things didn’t happen exactly as they did, we never would’ve met, the world would be totally screwed, and we would be missing out on one of the greatest minds on the planet.”

He looks to see if you are being serious.

You are.

“You also wouldn’t have a broken leg and messed up hands,” he points out ruefully.

“Meeting you was worth it.”

He reaches up, running his fingers along the scar on your face. “I disagree.”

“It’s my body, and my physical detriment. It doesn’t matter if you’re stupid enough to think it wasn’t worth it.”

You feel his body relax

You two shut up for a bit, watching the show absentmindedly.

After a while, he pipes up. “It’s alright if you say no,” he starts tentatively, “but is it alright if I stay here again tonight?”

“Will your brothers mind?”

“They don’t care so long as I’m home before sunrise,” he shrugs. “I just like it here. Smells better.”

You smile brightly. “Sure,” you agree easily. “I sleep better with you here, anyways; I don’t worry about people sneaking in through the window.” You check the varnish. “I just have to wait for this to dry the rest of the way, first. You’re free to go to bed without me, though.”

In all honesty, you’re just happy not to be alone.

He nods, standing up and drawing the curtains. He sits down on the bed, untying the mask behind his head. ‘I could get used to this.’ He smiles slightly, slipping a hand into his utility belt and texting his brothers where he was to avoid his brother’s scolding in the morning. He slips that off too, dropping both onto the side of the bed and starting on the wraps on his feet and hands; he had learned his lesson when he had gotten up morning before, having gotten a few hours sleep at home, to large, noticeable indentations in his flesh where the foreign objects had been.

You glance over. “Do those go in the wash?”

He looks back. “Not usually, no.”

“Do you want me to wash them?”

‘You are too considerate.’ He shakes his head. “It’s alright.”

You shrug, putting your hands up. “Suit yourself.” You cross your hands across your stomach, staring absentmindedly back at the screen. “You can use the shower in the morning, but please do not use all of the hot water. Fridge is open if you need breakfast.”

“Nah,” he sighs, slipping the clothes into his utility belt. “I’ll eat at home.”

You nod in acknowledgement.

It occurs to him as he sets his knee and elbow pads with the rest of his things that, technically, he is stripping in front of you, and you are not batting an eye. As soon as that clocks, it also dawns on him that you are showing the most skin he has ever seen-- an A-shirt and gym shorts-- which had not even registered until he was laying in your bed. You are relaxed and in your warm apartment, watching a television program with him in your bed. You are awake and absolutely gorgeous and you feel safer with him of all people.

His heart swells as he slides under the blankets, the sound of the television white noise at this point.

You glance back at him, the phrase “Snug as a bug in a rug," coming to mind as you look over at him, struggling to keep his eyes open. “You gonna fall asleep?”

His face warms. He nods. "It's been a really long day," he admits.

“Then goodnight,” you smile. “Sweet dreams.”

He smiles sleepily. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he shuts his eyes.

You swallow.

You forgot how much you missed this.

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