#i'm growing more of a soft spot for leo and raph now

[j-nope-not-today]

Could you do a vampire Leo x F!Reader but in bayverse and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 74. “Just relax.” 5. “MINE.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

Game of Cards

TMNT Leonardo x female!reader

A/n: sorry it took so long to get done. I literally wrote the whole thing and saved it and then Tumblr deleted it and I had to start all over 🙃 but nonetheless I hope you enjoy 😁 Apologies for any errors. This is not proofread.

Contains smut so minors don't read!

I enter the lair. It was a beautiful spring day outside and I couldn't help, but not care about missing it, because I got to spend the day with my favorite man. As I fully enter the space I hear the sound of laughter and I spot all four of the boys sitting at a table in their makeshift dining room as they play a game of cards.

I head over to where their all sat and Leo smiles warmly at me

"Y/n! Good of you to join us" He gestures to the empty spot to the left of him "Come sit down."

I sit next to him and Donnie smiles "We're going to teach you how to play our favorite game!"

I laugh softly and turn to Leo and mutter "You know I'm no good at card games right?"

"Nonsense!" Leo grins wide and tosses an arm around my shoulders. "Don't be down on yourself before you even give it a try!" He leans forward and whispers "if you get lost..I'm your coach." And is swear my heart skips a beat when he then winks at me and finishes with a "and I won't let you lose."

I feel my cheeks heat up and comply and let him teach me the art of whatever card game their playing. In all honesty, my focus was so gone. With Leo's breath on my neck and his voice as he whispered for me what to do next. How could I focus? And then..God..the touches. The soft brush of his fingers as he pointed out a card or took one from my hands to set it down onto the table.

Eventually with his guidance..well more like him playing for me. I win the game. Mikey throws down his cards and huffs out a 'no fair dude!' and Leo laughs

"No fair? Come on big guy your just bad at cards. Maybe some practice would help." He grinned "Y/n is kicking your ass!" Leo laughs and I laugh with him and he turns to me and I laugh at Mikey

"Sorry Mikey...I guess you just suck at cards." Mikey throws down his cards and storms out of the room and Raph and Donnie quickly follow after him.

Leo sets his hand on my thigh and my brain seems to short circuit and I turn to look at him and he whispers as his hand draws up my thigh

"Your not bad at this, think you want to play for keeps?"

"I-what?" He laughs at my dumbfounded reaction and continues

"You heard me, I want a rematch.." He squeezes my thigh once before removing his hand "If you win I'll give you a kiss for being so good." He taunts and a smile grows on my face

"Alright..and what do you get if you win?" He taps his chin in thought "I was thinking maybe you gotta kiss me? Sound fair?" He grins widely.

A devious grin crosses his face and he shuffles the cards placing the deck in the middle of the table before we both take our cards and I move to sit across from him, growing serious. We begin playing and I immediately lose the first round.

We went back and forth both of us gathering wins and losses, both of us trying to outdo each other. I started to get a hang of the game though and I smiled smugly. Until eventually I stacked up more wins then him. On our final round. The tie breaker. I had won and I tossed my cards onto the table

"Ha! Now then where's that kiss you owe me?" Leo looked all but stunned as he sat there and he let out a sigh and spoke

"Well...you got me this time." He leaned forward over the table and kissed me. It was short and sweet.

When he pulled back I could see the fire and passion in his blue eyes and he mumbled

"Good kiss." Before leaning back in and capturing my lips with his in a fiercer kiss. It was unexpected, but a welcome unexpected. The only thing separating us was the table.

Despite the distance. Our bodies were still so close together as we leaned over the table. Leo's hand was tracing small, slow circles on my neck. When we finally broke the kiss he whispered in my ear, his warm breath fanning along the skin there

"We're alone here y/n." His voice was husky and I shivered in response. Goosebumps cascading along my skin.

"Yeah..I know." Leo smiles almost wickedly and moves us so that he is sitting in a nearby chair me, straddling his lap. I move my arms to rest around his shoulders. My hands interlocking behind his head.

"What do you mean you know?" He runs his hands along my sides and I huff

"Just that..I meant I know we're alone. It's pretty obvious."

"And what do you plan on doing with that information?" He hums and places his soft lips on my neck, his tongue poking out to gently lick the skin there and I gasp softly.

"How far are you willing to take this?" He whispers and his voice somehow sounded huskier.

I mumble in response "Do you trust me?"

"I do..." He whispers and kisses me once and pulls back "Why? Do you have something in mind?"

"Maybe, but just relax."

"I'm relaxed." He growls the words out and sets his hands to grip my hips. I had never heard him speak that way. It sounded so..rough? I looked into his eyes and they seemed to hold nothing but pure, raw lust. A sort of unquenchable desire danced in his irises. I took a breath and licked my lips

"Yeah..sure you are." He squeezes my hips and laughs out

"I'm relaxed as I can be when your looking at me like-" He pauses as if he's searching for the right words and his eyes light up when he finds them "-like some sort of...feast." and my cheeks up. I hadn't realized I was looking at him in such a way.

"Wouldn't we be more comfortable in your room?" I breathe out and he hesitates as his eyes widen slightly

"Yeah..you may have a point." He grips underneath my thighs and stands with me and I squeal softly and hold tightly onto him. I swear I can feel my pussy clench at the action. He was so strong and I just wanted him to take me here and now. He made his way to his room and set me down onto the bed.

Looking down at me with that fire in his eyes he looks me over "You look really beautiful you know that?" He leans down and plants another kiss to my lips and then kneels down on the ground.

I stare at him confused and he laughs "just lay back and let me take care of you."

I lay back against the mattress and huff out "bite me"

He undoes the buttons of my jeans and mumbles a soft 'okay' and my eyes go wide. He pulls my pants off of me and tosses them beside himself. Then he lifts my leg up and reaches his mouth to my inner thigh and softly bites the skin there and then pokes his tongue out to lick along the flesh he had bitten.

"What? I'm just playing y/n..I wouldn't bite you that hard." And I nod and laugh a bit and he sets my leg down and uses his hands to spread my legs apart. I knew I was soaked. I could feel my panties practically sticking to me. He took his hand and rubbed a finger along my slit. The only thing separating his finger and my pussy being the thin, soaked fabric. I whine at the action of him touching me and he laughs out

"Aww does my little y/n enjoy that?"

"Stop being such a tease and get on with it." I huff and he chuckles and pulls my panties down my legs and pushes my legs farther apart and dips his head down. Leaving a tentative lick along my folds and I can feel his hot, wet tongue circle my clit and I reach my hands down and tangle my fingers in the fabric of his blue mask.

I gasp softly and he starts to eat me like a man starved. Licking through my folds and his tongue probs at my entrance before it travels up and circles my clit once or twice and he repeats the pattern. I tug on his mask and roll my hips upwards and he tosses an arm over my waist and holds me down. Stopping me from moving.

He takes his free hand and tosses my leg over his shoulder and continues his assault, but he then brings his hand up to join the mix. Using his finger to prob at my entrance and he focuses his mouth on my clit. His lips and tongue moving in concert.

I cry out at the feeling and tug on his mask once more. Trying to urge him to go further and he growls against me..the vibration sending a spike of pleasure through me and I moan out

"Gah..Leo.. please." He finally slides his finger into me and sets a pace that matches that of his tongue flicking up and down my small bud.

I writhe beneath him. Feeling that familiar pit grow in my stomach and he growls once more. The vibration almost sending me over the edge. I hold tightly to his mask and he pulls back slightly. Enough to huskily whisper

"Let go..just let go for me." At his words he goes back to sucking on my small bud and increases the pace of his finger and I squeeze my eyes shut. The band in my stomach snapping as my pussy clenches and flutters around his finger. A tsunami of pleasure washing over me. Wave after wave of ecstasy hitting me seemingly all at once.

He slows his pace and eventually pulls back from me and he sets his hands on my thighs and I prop myself up on my elbows breathing heavily and I look down at him. His lips and chin glistening with my juices and he huffs out with a wide smile

"Ready for round two?"

Who would have thought a game of cards would lead to an onslaught of pleasure?

[chickenscript]

Rottmnt guys teaching their friend or s/o how to fight?

A/N: you got it anon~ had a lot of fun with this one since it gave me an excuse to look up stuff on ninjutsu. there is an alternate version of this in a headcannon style, but i ditched it in my drafts and went with these scenarios instead

Leo:

“Come on, you’re moving about as fast as my grandma.”

You huff, bringing your leg back down under from the high kick you just attempted and finding the bokken - a wooden training sword - in your hands hard to hold onto.

“You don’t have one Leo.”

Leonardo chuckled, weaving past another swing of the bokken you sent his way.

You barely manage to snake by one he threw at you in response. The bokken tip breezing by your nose and forcing you to widen the berth between the two of you.

“I mean, I had to have had a grandma turtle- I think.“  

You roll your eyes and take a defensive stance, trying again to look for an opening- 

Leo taunts you again, “You gonna stand there all day or-”

You sweep a leg at the back of one of his, nudging his knee out. He makes a startled squeak and you crash your bokken against his, smirking past the swords.

“Keep it up and I might best you.”

Leonardo smirks too and pushes back, “We’ll see about that.”

He breaks out of your cage and you’re harried to block his swings. The clatter of wood irritable with each meeting of the bokkens. You can see it now; the set concentration in his sharpened eyes as he let his focus be absorbed completely by the motions he knew on a very intimate level. You keep blocking but you know there’s gonna be some give to you if this continues the way it is, so, you do what you think he might expect least. 

You duck down on one of his swings and shoot your bokken up, catching his chin at edge point.

A smile breaks across your face and you guffaw.

“Got ya!”

Leonardo smiles back, slinging the bokken over his shoulder.

“And like that, the student becomes the teacher~ I think some celebratory skating is in order.”

You prop the bokken back with the rest of its set - Leo unceremoniously tosses his somewhere near the rack - and grab your skateboard and bookbag where you’d piled them on the floor a couple hours ago.

“Definitely.”

Donatello:

In lieu of bo staff training, you were doing taijutsu katas today and they weren’t very easy.

“Shit.” you grumble, your stamina was picked away at with how stretched out this session was proving to be.

Donatello still looked like stone in that regard, but he was beginning to chip. Breathing not nearly as heavy as you were, but enough to show he needed a break as well. All the more reason for you to try to get this over with already- preferably by winning. Most days you weren’t able to get an inch on him, but recently, the tides have changed and you were improving in skill. 

It showed with how long you were able to avoid getting felled during this spar, and that was a real accomplishment because Donnie was something of a master at empty hand combat.

You hold your hands close toward you, making them voluntary fists. Donnie kept his in this half grappling pose, shoulder blades knitted together, and there was an unwavering glint to his eye. Both of you were poised to strike, but you were trying to make sure you knew exactly what plan of action you had next.

Problem was, could Donnie catch onto your thought process?

Could he detect the little twitch under your skin and predict your next move, or assume maybe it was just from exhaustion?

You cant’t worry so much in a real fight- and it’s not like you have in the past, but with how serious you are about fighting and how the turtles are with training you, you can’t help it.

You softly puff through your nose.

Stop thinking and bring yourself back to what you’re doing.

You want to win for once.

You dart forward and there’s this flurry of movement as you and Donnie seek to counter each other before a blow can be landed. You can feel your heartbeat thumping in your fingertips and the back of your throat, and every bit muscle you’re moving. As Donnie launches a hard strike toward your midsection, you skirt around "Heck yeah- I have a few new high scores I wanna set." you grab your shirt and throw it on over your sports bra as you follow Raph to the other side of the lair, doing your best to creep by his brothers.on light feet and land right behind the back of his shell. You shoot an arm forward and

you tag him.

“H-ha.” you pant, shocked as your face lights up.

You did it.

Donatello cranes his head to look back at you, quirking a thick brow. He cracks a smile and nods.

“Nice one.”

“Heh, thanks teach.” you remove your offending hand and loosen up your tense body now that you could move around freely.

You crack the crick in your back that you’ve been waiting to get to for the past hour.

“Can we break for those pancakes you promised me now? I haven’t even had breakfast cause you wanted to train so fuckin’ early.” you’re also really sweaty and want a hot bath, but food could definitely come first and since you found out that Donatello had this secret recipe for pancakes, you were dying to try them.

It wasn’t like he was the family cook after all, and Mikey said they were awesome.

Donatello stretches his lanky limbs and nods.

“Sure, sure.” he flaps his hand around with his eyes closed, then cracks one open and smiles slow at you, “You’ve earned it.”

You hook arms with him and point a finger toward the door. He snorts on a giggle as you march the pair of you out.

“To the kitchen!”

Mikey:

Today was a spiritual training day.

But you’ll be honest, focus wasn’t on your side and you weren’t able to settle into meditation. It wasn’t typically anyway, and while Mikey went easy on you with everything during training no matter what, you didn’t want to trouble him. It’s borderline painful as you shift for the fifteenth time to scratch a phantom itch on your nose bridge and you inwardly huff at yourself. You wonder if he was annoyed as you were.

“You okay?”

You jump and look at Mikey who’s broken meditation form, hands clasping onto his padded knees and eyes on you.

“Uh, well,” you verbally stagger and loosen up too. You weren’t even sure how much longer you could have sat here, eyes closed and body still. There was just too much going on inside.

“Can’t concentrate?”

You blow out air, “Nope. I don’t get it- some days I can and others I just,” you grip the skirt of your baggy shirt, “it’s like there’s turmoil inside or something.” you say a little quieter.

Mikey hums and takes your hand, rubbing the center of your palm with his thumb.

“That’s why you gotta let yourself meditate- so you can sort through your feelings. There’s probably something bothering you that you haven’t let yourself address. It’s okay to feel jittery sometimes- all of us do.”

Mikey lets go of your hand to clasp his together, thumbs aiming straight ahead, and you mimic the pose. He breathes in and so do you.

“You just need to slow down and go with the flow.”

You try to, letting the mess of thought streaming through the highway of your backed up mind come into focus. You give each inkling a chance to come into definition and you’re able to see what bothers you. And it hurts, recalling some of the memories that putter by and the worries, and doubts and sometimes self deprecating feelings but-

you feel yourself detach.

You find peace among the internal chaos, a blip of light, hopeful and warm.

You breathe and feel free of all species of tension and hyper strung wires life used to hold you down.

This is why you loved finding your zen with Mikey.

Raph:

You raise your fists, keeping them close to your chest.

Raph is standing, ready for any tackle or run you might launch at him.

Aside from building more on the integrity of your body, you’ve learned a lot about chokes, throws and defensive katas from Raph. They were the techniques of his focus and, while you were still knew at the things you’ve learned from the turtles, in no way did you see yourself as still the beginner you started out as however many months ago. You’ve grown and with each spar, and morning kata, you felt yourself growing even more. But, that wouldn’t allow you to be cocky. You still needed to remember timing, concentration and what you had over your enemy.

While you couldn’t block many blows from Raph and weren’t as strong as him, you’re much more fleet.

You take a run at Raph, dodging the heavy arm that gets slung at you, and pivot on a foot as you get to his side.

You grab the beefy arm that was aiming for you and strike his elbow, bending the limb back as it goes limp for a moment. Then you kick out one of his legs, holding his arm as it buckles and he lands on his knee with a loud thud that rack through the floorboards and reverberated through your gums.

Raph chuckles and bears a snaggletooth grin. You release him feeling flush but pleasantly successful.

“You’re gettin' good lil buddy. Told ya you would.”

You offer Raph a hand and shrug off his compliment.

“I’m learning from the best of the best.”

A husky chuckle rings through Raph’s barrel chest as he stands and gently claps a mammoth hand on your back.

“I don’t think we’re that good yet.”

You softly hit the inside of his thick wrist with the back of your hand.

“Certainly better than an amateur like me- otherwise you wouldn’t be my teachers, now would you?”

“Eh, maybe. But you’re probably past the Kyu grade by now if we’re measurin’ your skill.” he winks and then hunches down some with this mischievous look.

“Wanna hit the arcade before my bros hog all the good games?”

"Heck yeah- I have a few new high scores I wanna set." you grab your shirt and throw it on over your sports bra as you follow Raph to the other side of the lair, doing your best to creep by his brothers unseen.

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Have you seen that trend where girlfriends walk in naked while their boyfriends are gaming? What about that with the boys and their gf’s?

Lol, I love it, let's see then.

Synopsis: The Turtles' S/O Internet-memes them, and the results are immediate.

Genre: Fluff, crack, implied smut

Word Count: 667

Leonardo

It's 4 AM goddammit! Why hasn't he come to bed yet? That's one of the few nights you could actually sleep over and he was over in the dojo doing katas. You understood he found comfort in his training, in the routine, but you hoped some good ole loving would do too, or so he'd said.

You weren't falling asleep without him, that much was clear, so you just grabbed your phone from the bedside table, and it didn’t take you long to find something interesting.

You're not coming to bed, huh?, you though, we'll see...

-

You could hear the sounds of sharp blades slashing through air, and silent breaths, but that is all. Well, you're gonna have to change that.

As you passed the threshold to the dojo, making your best effort to move as silently as ever, you saw just his shell and those quick, precise methodical movements that he told you to NEVER EVER call choreography ever again. But it did look like dancing...

A smirk worked itself onto your face as you undid the knot of your towel, vaguely aware in the back of your mind, that his brothers or his father could easily walk in at any point.

Pull, and throw.

One of his hands stopped it's previous movement, and caught the towel as it flew his way. You could hear a small sniff sound, and he knew it was you.

"What is it, pet-oh!"as he turned his eyes fell on you, immediately widening.

"Come to bed, Leo." your head fell to the side, exposing your neck - one of his favourite spots - acting all coy and innocent.

Before you could process he'd moved, arms were placed at the back of your knees and at your back and you were being hauled back to the bedroom.

"How can I say no?"

Mission accomplished.

Raphael

That stupid old bag! How many hours can he spend punching this poor ole thing? What is he hoping for, he couldn't possibly grow more massive!? You're gonna have to intervene.

Luckily, Raph was easy to distract if you knew how.

"Hey, Raph?"

"What, Shorty?" he was sweaty, and out of breath, but at full alert. Good.

A towel flew at the back of his head and he had to stop his routine to catch it.

"What the -?"

"You seem sore, wouldn't you like something softer to slap?"

You played him like a fiddle. In no more than a second he'd grabbed you by the thighs and your bare back was pressed against the cool concrete wall.

"You got any ideas?"

Oh, many.

Donatello

There he is staying up all night, on some invention or another, hunched over, laser-focused. His work was difitely important, not just in general, but for his family's survival and life underground. But he worked fast enough that getting a good night's sleep every once in a while would not hurt his schedule in any significant way.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Barefooting the cold concrete floor wasn't a great idea but you're halfway to the lab now, but going back would mean risking being seen, and you were not yet ready to be seen naked by your boyfriends family.

"Hey, Don."

"What is it, comet?"

Towel - yeet.

"Wha-" towel - fall, chair - turn, and get ready to rumble.

"So, I've got a thing I need some help with..." you giggled coyly.

"Wha... Did-d you not bring spare clothes?" oh my god.

"I have clothes, Don." Okay, take two, "I've just found myself a bit lonely."

"I think Leo is still awake you could go talk to him while I finish here."

"Oh, my god, Don! I need my back thrown out, and I'm not going to ask Leo!"

As your arms were up, and your eyes were rolled back into your head the soft fluffy towel encompassed your body once more, and you were lifted in the air.

"In that case, we've got work to do."

Fucking finally!

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tagsgsgs:

@turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox  @aurora-the-kunoichi @remmushound @shadow-ninjas @tmntspidergirl

[limeblood-exe]

A Singular, Bloody Mattress (part 2)

So much fluff, you guys, it’s tooth-rutting. And a lil bit of Raph angst, too because why not. Ok, but it’s also mainly fluff. Enjoy!

He can’t sleep. It’s three in the morning, and Raph lies completely awake, staring at the cracks in his bedroom ceiling.

Out of all of his brothers, Raph has no problem sleeping. Mikey might have the occasional bad dream or he might stay awake playing video games or doing art, but for the most part Mikey has taken to heart Raph’s lectures about needing to get a good amount of sleep each night. “It’s important for a growing, young turtle,” he had explained. However, he wishes that his other younger brothers would have taken that advice. 

Donnie and Leo are Raph’s headaches when it comes to making sure all of his brothers are taking care of themselves. Donnie has an even worse habit of staying up too late, but it’s mostly because he gets so absorbed with a new project that time passes without his knowing. It’s common for Raph to find Donnie either passed out on his worktable in his lab, or stumbling into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. But while his younger brother does stay up late occasionally, he enjoys sleep probably the most out of any of them, so it’s easy for Raph to convince his brother to sleep (convincing, as in Raph mentions the time to Donnie, who replies with “Wow, would you look at that,” and then promptly sleeps for the next twelve hours).

And Leo just doesn’t sleep sometimes. Honestly, just even knowing the fact that Leo has insomnia was actually discovered from pure luck. Raph didn’t even know his brother was having problems with sleep until he accidentally came across him on his way to the bathroom just hanging out in the family room, binging some Jupiter Jim films. 

He tried to talk to Leo about it, but every instance he brought it up his brother had an annoying ability of dodging the topic. Finally, with Raph having to resort to the “I’m gonna tell Splinter” card, he had admitted that sometimes he has issues falling asleep, but that it wasn’t anything to worry about, and he would let them know if it got worse. So Raph had agreed to let it go with that promise in mind. That didn’t stop him from staying up a couple of nights spying on his brother just to make sure the problem didn’t, in fact, get worse. He never saw Leo leave his room those nights, so he either must have gotten through his sleep drought or knew Raph was watching him and used his portals to secretly escape his big brother’s view.

He doesn’t know which one it was, to be honest.

And he feels he should have done more, Raph comes to realize, because this whole “not being able to sleep” thing is just awful. The stinging sensation in his eyes, the restlessness of both mind and body. He can’t understand how Leo would try to hide this instead of just asking them for help. He has no idea how long Leo might have been suffering from insomnia, but one night and already Raph feels like splitting his bed in half, despairing that sleep has slipped from his clutches.

But he's no fool, he knows the cause of why he is not currently sleeping. 

It's because of the fact that his aforementioned brother is currently holed up in their infirmary.

No matter what he tries, Raph can’t stop thinking about what had happened just a couple days prior. They had come so close, too close, to losing their brother. Not just when they were cornered by their enemies; as soon as they got back home, it was a fight to keep their brother alive, restoring his lost blood with blood donations from Mikey, who argued that he wanted to do it, he wanted to feel helpful, and stitching together torn skin and shell.

He was fine, though. Damned lucky, their father had said, but he managed to pull through.

And yeah, they cried when he opened his eyes for the first time since they got back home, but that doesn’t matter. What mattered was that their team had not been reduced to three.

Leo is gonna be fine, things are heading back to normal; so how come Raph can't stop thinking about how useless he felt during the entire ordeal?

Sitting up abruptly, Raph decides that staring at the ceiling isn't gonna help him get any sleep. 

He leaves his room quietly so as to not disturb any of his brothers, who desperately need the rest just as much as he does, and departs for the kitchen. He's thirsty, so it seems like a reasonable first destination. 

He walks mindlessly, his mind swallowed by too many thoughts.

Water sounds nice, maybe that’s what I need. A glass of cool water, and I’ll head back to bed, Raph thought to himself. 

Entering the room, he turns on the light, looking for the fridge hoping to find-

This is not the kitchen. An easy discovery, what with the lack of kitchen essentials and instead he sees humming machines, a curtain, an occupied bed-

Ah, he’s in the infirmary. Without thinking, his feet had unconsciously brought him here.

He immediately slaps the light switch off, worried he woke his brother from his needed rest. He hadn’t meant to come in here; he didn't want to be in here. Not right now. He’s supposed to be trying to keep his mind off things.

He can just go back, he didn’t hear his brother wake up; didn’t hear a groan or even a peep, so there would be no harm in him just walking away.

But he might as well check that Leo is asleep as he’s already here and all; he does have a track record of hiding any of his sleep issues.

Raph pads to the side of the bed, spotting his brother cocooned in a hill of blankets. The only parts of him he clearly can see are his head and his arm that sticks out, dangling over the edge of the bed. Raph lays his hand on Leo’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady and constant breathing. Raph can't see them right now, but he's painfully aware of the large swath of bandages that cover his middle.

Content that his brother is indeed asleep, he grasps Leo's dangling arm (noting he has one of Donnie’s techy bracelets strapped to his wrist, most likely monitoring his vitals) in his gentle hold, and positions it back in his warm bundle. Tucking his brother in, he smiles softly before he makes his way to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"Raph?" a soft voice mumbles before he even takes a single step, and he definitely did not give a little yell of surprise, no matter what Leo says.

"Leo! Sorry," Raph u-turns instantly and puts a hand on his brother's head, patting it gently like a parent would to a kid. "I didn’t wake you, did I?"

"You did," Leo gives a jaw-cracking yawn before he continues, talking into his pillow, Raph straining his ears to hear him, "but it’s fine. I feel like I’ve been asleep for too long anyway."

"That’s pretty normal, and you’re gonna have to get used to it. It’s going to be awhile before you’re back to normal, buddy," And the events of that night once again rush to the forefront of Raph's mind. He looks to the ground, unable to look his brother in the eye, afraid that Leo will see through his eyes and read his thoughts.

"Huh? What is it?" Leo looks more alert due to the seriousness his face had suddenly morphed to, struggling weakly in his blankets to lean up against his pillow.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Leo squints up at him with a disapproving look. Like he’s gonna believe that for a second.

“Now, why don’t I believe that? Are you lying to me, bro?”

"No-it’s just-I’m not lying to you,” Deflating under Leo’s sharp glare, Raph nervously rubs his hand together, gathering the courage to speak. 

“…Back then, I couldn't do anything. I'm supposed to be the leader, Leo, and I did nothing." His face scrunches, and his hands clenching together in a show of anger. "And I'm… I'm sorry, Leo. I’m sorry that I couldn't protect you."

Raph would expect his brother to do many things after his revelation; make a joke to lighten the mood, ignore the apology altogether, saying something along the lines of “please don’t embarrass yourself by talking any longer”, etc. He did not expect for his brother to grab his wrist suddenly and pull him close to the edge of the bed, and with one large motion, wraps his arms around Raph’s neck. If he wasn’t too shocked, he would have admonished Leo for moving around so much, since he just got mortally wounded, but the hug feels so good at the moment that all he can do, all he wants to do, is hug his brother back.

“I don’t blame you Raph, you don’t have to ever apologize for something like this,” Leo comforts. His voice is gentle and kind and so unlike Leo’s usual carefree tone that Raph lays one of his hands on the back of Leo’s head checking for a fever.

Not finding one, he buries his face in his younger brother’s shoulder, and Raph has to choke down the sudden lump in his throat to softly mutter, “But I should’ve done, you know, more. I’m the eldest, it’s my job to protect you guys. And at that moment, I failed. And it’s not just that, I couldn’t come up with a plan. My mind felt so gooey and slow and I just-because of that I put you at serious risk, Leo. If you couldn’t-if you didn’t-”

“But I did. And stop putting all the blame on yourself,” Leo adds. “If you wanna play the blame-game, then I think I gotchu beat.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. We wouldn’t have even been in that situation in the first place had I never gotten hurt. I let my guard down, Raph, and I paid the price for it. And so did all of you.”

“That’s not fair, Leo. You couldn’t have known that those paper guys would have been any more dangerous than the ones we’ve already fought before,” Raph pulls apart their hug, going into his lecturing mode. “You can’t blame yourself for everything that happened.”

“But that’s what I’m saying. It was a sucky situation, so you can’t blame yourself as our leader when things go bad, because it’s not just on you. We’re a team, and we’ll fail together as a team.”

While bleak sounding, it sparks an understanding in Raph.

We’ll fail together as a team.

He understands where Leo is coming from. He always thought that the pressure of failing would be on his shoulders alone; he’s the leader, and a good leader takes responsibility. A good leader would know better than to lead their team to their deaths. 

But a good leader would also know that you can’t win every fight. Raph doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility, he might never be able to, but he can know where he stands when it does.

He’s lost this argument, so Raph just slowly nods. He still feels like he could’ve done better, and he knows it might take awhile before he accepts what Leo had to say, but he feels relieved, the burden of feeling so alone lifted from his shoulders.

Raph, thickly says, "Thank you, Leo."

"Anytime, brother." Leo replies. As Raph rubs at his eyes, clearing away beading tears, Leo adds, "Now, pay up."

"What? What do you mean?" Raph asks, confused. Leo sticks out his quivering lips, his eyes pouting upwards. Leo raises his arms towards Raph, his hands making a grabby motion in the air.

"Carry me."

"What? No! Why would I do that?"

“Because I’m bored! I’ve been lying here for, what has it been, three days?”

“Just two, actually.”

“My point being! I need a change of scenery.”

“Uhh, but you’ve been sleeping for the past couple of days? How can the scenery bother you when you're not awake to see it. Besides, you’re still recovering.”

"Oh, come on! That's not fair, and you know it. I'm healing just fine," Leo doesn't give up and increases his efforts to be held, mimicking a petulant child demanding attention. "Please, Raphie, I don't like the infirmary."

"No."

"Pleaaaase-"

"Alright, fine!"

Leo laughs victoriously as Raph leans down to pick up his brother. Leo wraps his arms around Raph's broad neck, and his big brother puts his arms behind Leo's back and beneath his knees, making sure to do so around his blanket as well. He doesn’t want his brother getting cold, after all.

Straightening his back, Raph glares disapprovingly at Leo, who just smiles happily in return, snuggling his cheek against the dip between Raph's plastron and his neck.

"Where am I going exactly?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"Uh-huh."

Raph is convinced that Leo made a big fuss just to be held, but who is he to deny his brothers want they want. After all, it wasn’t just Raph that went through a tough ordeal. If Leo wants to be held, it's the least Raph can do.

With the choice being left to Raph, he decides that the family room is the perfect spot and makes his way there.

Leo begins to doze in his hold, snuggling close to the heat of his brother.

Why would he need a change of scenery if he was just gonna fall asleep anyway.

Raph doesn't have it in him to wake him back up, so he sits cross-legged on the floor as soon as he arrives and holds his breathing brother close.

This was not how Raph thought his night was gonna go, with Leo asleep in his lap and the night continuing to tick by. Content regardless, Raph rests his chin on top Leo's head, appreciating the living movements of his brother: his breaths, his sleepy snorts, his leg twitches, they're all proof that he's alive.

Being up so late and having the comfort of his younger sibling close, Raph feels himself starting to doze off as well, imagining the swell of sleep that would finally overcome him. Ready for the bliss of sleep to take him, the thundering of distant footsteps startles him to full alert mode. With the frantic, but familiar, steps coming closer Raph looks to see none other than Donnie rounding the doorway, whipping his head around in search of something. Spotting the two of them on the floor, Donnie rushes forward.

"Is Leo ok?!" Donnie asks.

Taken aback by the urgency in Donnie’s voice, he says, "Uhh, yeah. He’s fine.” Looking down at his dozing brother as if to confirm his own statement, he looks back to Donnie as Leo sleepily mutters into his chest. “He's sleeping right now, so if you could be quiet, Donald." Raph slightly scolds Donnie for his loud shout. 

"Wha-excuse me!" Donnie, offended by his brother's admonishment, stares incredulously at his only older brother. "I just thought, you know, that something must've happened, Raphael, with my tech informing me that one of Leo's stats changed. I had gone to check on him when, to my surprise, he is nowhere to be found."

Oh. That would explain Donnie’s panic. The tech bracelet on Leo’s wrist was meant to monitor his well-being, so of course Donnie would have had any sort of change being directly messaged to his own wrist-band, alerting him if anything were to happen. That must have included his sleep cycle, and with Leo awake long enough to have a conversation with Raph, he was awake long enough for Donnie to be alerted.

"Oh, my bad... Sorry, Donnie, I didn't know."

Donnie breathes a deep sigh, the act calming himself and he regains a more collected composure.

"It's fine, I was just worried that he did something stupid again, like trying to use the bathroom on his own when he can't even stand properly." He takes in the sight of his two brothers cuddling on the floor together, fully registering what's before him. "Um, but might I ask what you two are doing?"

"I couldn't sleep, and I think Leo was getting bored of the infirmary." He slightly shrugs his shoulders. "So, here we are."

"Bored of the infirmary? Does he not understand the whole concept of 'I nearly died and I should take it easy?'" Donnie crosses his arms, "I swear, sometimes I wonder where his head can be. He be just as bad as Mikey sometimes-"

Donnie pauses, leering suspiciously at Raph.

"Wait, what did you mean you couldn't sleep?"

"It means that I couldn't sleep, Donnie." That was before his talk with Leo, and as much as he loves his heart-to-hearts with his brothers, he doesn't feel it in him to do one more for tonight. "And besides, that was way earlier. I'm better now."

His brother just mm-hm's to himself. Donnie then joins Raph on the floor, sitting next to his side with his legs sprawled out in front of him. A moment passes as Raph waits patiently for Donnie to speak first. 

"Do you still want to talk about it? I'm up now, you might as well take advantage of having me all to yourself. Not many get the privilege of that, dear Raphael."

Raph gives a good natured eye-roll, but before he can give his own snarky response, someone beats him to the chase.

"Wow, conceited much?"

"Shut up. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Donnie asks at the same time Raph mumbles to himself, "Are you ever asleep?"

Leo slowly morphs his face into a smirk, then replies simply with a cheery "Nope."

He continues to say, "And how can I? You guys keep waking me up. For once I have the chance to get a full night's rest, and you guys are ruining it."

His brothers have no argument to counter him with, so Leo counts that as a small victory.

“Well, speaking of sleep, I’m gonna go back to bed now that I know Leo's not gonna crack his head open on the toilet or something,” Donnie stands, stretching his arms above his head. “What are you gonna do?”

“Me and Leo are good here,” Raph says.

“You’re gonna stay like that? On the floor? Call me crazy, but that doesn't sound very comfortable, Raph.”

“Yeah, I know. But we’re already here, sooo.”

Donnie gives a thoughtful hmm, hand to his chin in a contemplating manner. After sometime, he raises a pointed finger to the ceiling, eyes bright with newfound determination.

“You know what, I actually have a brilliant idea. Hang tight, I’ll be right back.”

Curious as to what Donnie has planned, Raph complies with Donnie's order. He watches the descending back of his brother and wonders just what he has gotten himself into tonight. He grows impatient when minutes tick by, and even Leo starts to huff in annoyance, the waiting anticipation keeping him up.

Ten minutes later, Donnie reappears with a sleepy Mikey in tow, both loaded with pillows and blankets, which are so stacked it's nearly blocking their view.

"You didn't have to wake him up, Donnie."

Mikey just shakes his head, setting down his load by Raph’s feet.

"It's fine, Raph, no biggie. Dee told me we were gonna have a sleepover in the family room," Mikey smiles through an obnoxious yawn, laying out the blankets (some, Raph notices, are from his own room) to form a giant pile on the floor. "And I thought, ‘Oh, man! We haven’t had one in so long!’ It sounded nice, especially after everything that’s happened."

Now that Mikey mentioned it, they haven’t done this for a long time. They’ve been so busy dealing with the whole mutant outbreak that sleepovers kind of took a back-burner to their list of priorities.

Raph, with Leo in his arms, mumbling something he can't quite make out, moves to stand a distance away, making space for Donnie and Mikey as they prepare the rest of the room. 

Donnie and Mikey make quick work, busying themselves with preparing a blanket fort by using nearby objects to hold up the blankets, ranging from Splinter's recliner to using the projector as a tether for the fort's ceiling. And since this just so happens to be the genius and artist of the family, the fort they create is a mix of both their technical and artistic skills. 

The fort, while not only being huge, would put most other blanket forts to shame in just style alone.

Mikey suspends numerous low-lit strings of light on the ceiling, giving the fort a warm glow while Donnie works to construct the cushions and blankets on the floor to maximize their comfort. Throwing in a couple of stuffed animals along with some glow sticks they found in Raph's room, their blanket fort is complete.

Donnie grabs one end of a blanket, acting as a curtain for the entryway, while Mikey grabs the other and simultaneously they pull them back to reveal the inside of their new masterpiece with a bow. Raph “aah’s” at their display, entranced with the sight.  

Raph lays Leo in the middle of the fort, who sinks delightfully into the cottony bliss, exhaustion overtaking his body which has reached its limits for staying awake for so long. Mikey leaps into the fort and lands next to Leo, giving a mirthful shout as he immediately grabs one of the blankets covering his sleeping brother and bundles himself next to Leo, snuggling into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around one of his big brother’s.

“Be careful, Mikey,” Raph warns. Mikey would never intentionally hurt one of them, but Raph thinks it safe to at least warn his brother that Leo is still recovering from an injury.

“I know!"

Leo gives a little huff, turning his face towards Mikey and blowing a quick gust of air into his face. Mikey makes a face, grunting, "Ew, your breath stinks," while Leo replies with, "Some of us are trying to sleep, Miguel."

Mikey giggles into Leo's shoulder as he says, "Sorry," but he doesn't sound all that reproachful.

Raph is next to settle down, laying on Leo's other side, grabbing Donnie's wrist, who was distracted admiring his and Mikey’s handiwork, and pulling him down with him. Having lost his own snuggle buddy to Mikey, Donnie has become his next victim, squashed between Raph's massive arms. But he only gives minor complaints, so Raph doesn't feel all that bad.

The combination of soothing lights from the ceiling and the glow sticks and the cushions beneath them lull the turtles into a comfortable daze. Next to him, Raph can hear the sleeping forms of his youngest brothers, cuddled together with their limbs entangled. 

"You know, next time you have problems with sleeping, you can always come to one of us. You always help us when we can't sleep; of course, we'd want to do the same for you," Donnie gently mentions. Patting Raph on the arm, he adds for good measure, "You're our big brother, but we can still help you."

We're a team.

Surrounded by the warmth of his family, knowing that everything has finally gone back to normal, Raph smiles.

"Yeah, I know, Donnie."

Donnie hums, accepting his answer, and in a couple of minutes his own breathes become slow and even, deep in sleep.

His brothers, all of them, are right here, safe and sound. Raph still might have self-doubts as a leader and as a brother, but for now, he'll let go of his troubles and join his brothers in the blissful land of slumber.

In no time at all, Raph feels the dregs of sleep consume his mind, falling asleep with a peaceful smiling gracing his lips.