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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Visions Of The Past: part 1 (Angst)

IDW!Leonardo/PastLife!Leonardo x reader

Part 2

A/N: I’ve not read all of the IDW comics, but I’ve read enough to know about their past lives, and to be honest, I LOVE IT! But also so sad omg😭 Made it with Leo, because he can remember parts of their past life.

Warnings: Spelling, mentions and description of death and loss of loved ones. Angst?

Leonardo found himself remembering the past his father talked about in glimpses. It was never a full memory he could control, nor was it something he could truly place in time. But he did feel things when he remembered. When he was sitting alone at home, he could remember a time that was peaceful. It was the closest thing he would ever come to a childhood, and it was so long ago.

Leo could remember the small faces of his brothers, and the games they would play in their little house. He remembers his father coming home in his armor, greeting them with a smile and a big hug. And he remembered the face of a woman he called mother. A face that still made him feel safe in his new life. Her dark hair, soft eyes and big smile. She cared for them, all the time, every day. She bathed them. Leo could remember the love he felt when she bathed him, while he played with the bubbles in the water. Her hugs were warm and her voice was soft. She had called him and his brothers by a name that he no longer could remember.

Leonardo did spend more time than he would like to admit, remembering those days. Back when he had five fingers instead of only three, and black hair instead of green scales. But that also meant reliving that night. The clearest of his memories from that time. He could remember that his father wasn’t home that night, as his mother tugged him and his brother in to sleep. She had told them stories and played with his hair, calming him until he fell asleep. He then remembered walking up to the sound of voices, and seeing it as it was happening. It happened so fast, and even to that day, it still hurt him to think about it. His beautiful mother on the floor, her eyes live less and her blood on the floor planks. The face that had loved him, drained of life, staring back at him.

The next moments had always been a blur for Leonardo. His father had made it home, and slain the people that had killed his mother. He remembered grabbing his youngest brother in his arms, before running with his father out into the night, carrying his two other brothers.

The following time was yet another blur for Leo. A patch work of glimpses and pictures like frames. Nature, training, his brothers, his father. These glimpses usually came in dreams, with sounds, no names, just a memory playing for a few seconds.

Then, one night in his sleep, he saw a new face. A kind face. A pretty face. He would go as far as to say it was prettier than his mother’s. She smiled, laughed and took his five fingered hand. Leo’s eyes snapped open, with her laugh still ringing in his ears. It made his stomach tingle and his hands sweat. That laugh excited him, but it also made him scared.

For several nights he saw her face and heard her laugh. She trained with him, helped him take care of his brothers when his father wasn’t there to help, and walked with him in the meadows. At times she would hold his hands in hers. Leo would then wake up with the feeling of her hand in his, but when he looked down, it looked nothing like the hand she had held in his dreams.

In the meadows the sun would dance on her skin, and at night the stars would sparkle in her eyes. He said things to her that made her smile, or even made her try to hide a blush. Leo wondered what he had told her, and he wished he could tell her again. He liked her face when she blushed.

Leo had often wondered if he should ask Master Splinter about her. Did he remember her? Did he know her name? Or was that forgotten like their old names was?

Then one night, he had a dream different from any of the others. It was him and her, laying together in the meadow, staring at the stars above. They held onto each other, as they pointed out things they saw in the sky. He looked at her while she talked and pointed, happiness dancing in her eyes. She noticed him staring and looked back at him with a smile and tinted cheeks. They got closer and he closed his eyes, but he felt something soft being pressed against his lips. They pulled back, looking at each other for some time before leaning back in for another kiss. Had he only known that was the last time he saw her…

The next morning Oroku Saki had followed his father home to their hiding place. Bound and kneeling with his brothers in front his father, Leo showed no emotion. No fear. He did not want Oroku Saki to think his father had raised a coward to lead the Hamato clan. But as their fate became imminent, and his brothers started to cry, Leo started to think of her. He wanted her to be the last thing on his mind, before Oroku Saki would take his life. How he wished he could have seen her one more time. Hold her tight and tell her how much he loved her. He had dreamed of living with her the same way his father had lived with his mother; in love with many children.

He did not cry when the blade landed upon his neck, slicing his head clean of his body. Instead it was her laughter ringing in his ears.

When Leo woke up, he wanted to cry. And so he did. He found a place he could be left alone by his friends and family, before bawling his eyes out. Oroku Saki had taken so much away from him. His mother, his former life, her… There had been times where Leo wished he couldn’t remember, and this was one of those times. It hurt to remember, and it hurt to think of what happened to her. Did Oroku Saki know of her? Did he find her and killed her because of her ties to the Hamato clan? To him. Did she look for him at the hiding place, only to be met by his and his family's decapitated bodies?

As time went on, more questions started forming in Leo’s head. If Oroku Saki didn’t kill her, did she move one? Did she find a man that could take care of her the way he wished he could have done it, and raised the children he dreamed of having with her? Was she happy with him? Did she love him more than she ever loved him? Did she think of him while watching her children grow?

These thoughts made it burn in his heart and stomach. He thought of both outcomes as horrible, but he couldn’t escape it. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. As Leo and his brothers traveled across the rooftops of New York City, he kept seeing her face in the eye of his mind. Her eyes shining when she looked at him, and her hair flowing in the wind - BANG!

“Leo!”, his brothers yelled, running to the edge of the roof, watching him lying confused in the dumpster he had fallen into.

“Are you okay bro?”, Mikey asked.

“Y- yeah. I’m fine…” Leo sat up in the dumpster, rubbing his aching head, looking to the street at the end of the ally. His heart almost stopped. There, on the other side of the street, by the street light with a phone in her hand. It was her face. Her smile. And as she leaned her head back, laughing at whatever she had seen on the screen of her phone. Leo wanted to cry. He wanted to run to her, and hug her the way he dreamed of before he died. It was her.

[zee-rambles]

The fact that one of the writers for Rise is pushing the hashtag, AND implying that we can get more if the comic does well is SOMETHING!

Support the comic if you can! Let’s get our boys back on that screen! We were SO CHEATED!

[matchstique]

Random prompts from insta that are turt centered. One pikmin just because.

[hood-ex]

Do you ever cry thinking about how Leo's driving motivation is to protect his brothers' peace? Like he literally just wants to see them safe and happy.

TMNT Macro-Series #3

"This is what I want. And I want to fight for it."

[aissadraw]

I love The Last Ronin

[portableleo]

we had an earthquake in ny today

[purplepixel]

Two reallys.

Redrawn panels from IDW #42 but with the rise turtles

I wanted to see what it'd look like. Tweaked the dialogue just a tad so it fits more with the rise characters. Realistically, I'd have to squint really hard to be convinced this exact scenario would happen with the rise turtles. Mainly bc Leo can portal. Draxum can portal. THE FOOT can portal. Donnie would not need to build a portal machine. Ahem anyways. I wanted to mess around with color.

One day I'll actually draw the idw turtles

[dustbunsinspace]

Got an anon ask ‘who my least fav turtle is if Leo is my favourite’ and it made me realise I don’t draw my ACTUAL favourite turtle enough, so it might really look like that 😤

I wanted to doodles just the three recent ones but my brain went brrr, and my hand slipped and kept slipping until I got the whole orange fam (could probably still add a few more, maybe later). Anyway, MIKEY SUPREMACY ✨🧡🍊💪 (I love them all but he has a very special place in my heart).

( you can find it on Redbubble ⭐️ )

EDIT; Someone asked me who some of them are so;

[midwesternvibes]

HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY TMNT!!!!

Heres to many more years of turtles!!

[hillscapecity]

He probably sent this to April after, idk. 🌚

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Me in kindergarten:

Me in uni rn:

[soranatus]

Ninja Turtles, Ninja Rat + Ninja Scary Guy By Juni Ba

[temva]

Uh some random mostly Mikey doodles👍

The flowers Mikey are holding are bellflowers wich is the hamato clan symbol

[mushroomgrenade]

Gonna redo this cause professor didn't like it so now I don't like it. Plus my friend gave me better feedback anyways.

But yes, wip postcard for @prophecies-untold go support my project.

[advent-chao]

"Nothing will ever change how much you mean to me. Not time, or space, or being worlds apart."

[portableleo]

piece i drew as a gift for sophie campbell, also to celebrate to 150 release! she had a great run and I’m going to miss her writing for the mainline!