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melancholysway · 2 months ago

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Wanderlust [TMNT 2007!Leo x Fem!Reader] Chapter 1 Teaser ;)

I wanted to share a part of chapter 1 from my full fanfiction for 2007 Leo! I've been writing like crazy for it, but I wanted to finish at least 5 chapters before I began posting it. That way, I won't be behind or have an irregular posting schedule. This is also unedited, so it may be different when I begin posting full chapters.

This will also be posted on Wattpad and when I begin posting the chapters- AO3!

no bc this turtle is FOINEEEEE and i'm highkey simping over him as I write his fanfic.

CHAPTER I: Commencement

wan·der·lust

/ˈwändərˌləst/

noun

a strong desire to travel.

Synopsis: When Leonardo returns home from his training, he's pulled into a new relationship with a stranger after returning something of hers. As a sign of gratitude, she uses her culinary skills to thank him with food, and he finds himself returning for more.

There was a time when everything was normal. As normal as it could ever be. One could say there was a time when New York City was normal, too. But, that’d be a lie. Everyone knew it was everything but. It wasn’t some place where dreams came true and everything was perfect. It was a concrete jungle where you had to expect the unexpected; keep your head low. Be observant of your surroundings. Walk fast. Don’t talk to strangers. And God forbid, don’t ever, ever, stay out too late.

There had been a time where the Hamato family was normal, too. Four mutated turtle brothers fought crime by night, and didn’t come out during the day. The eldest brother, Leonardo, had been a cutthroat leader to his three younger brothers. Making sure operations ran smoothly, that the plan was successfully carried out. That he made sure everyone was safe. Thanks to Leonardo’s leadership and his sensei’s intense training to mold the four brothers into who they were in present time, they were able to eliminate the Shredder for good.

No longer posed with the immediate threat of Shredder, the turtles were in limbo.

What now?

Leonardo still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had beheaded Shredder and took his helmet as a trophy for his master. In which the large headpiece sat on the shelf in the dojo. A reminder of the victories they’d won; and a warning for what could happen in the future.

The anticipation for the future had caused the turtle in blue to train excessively. He had no idea what he was training for, but he had to be ready. He spent so much time in solitude that his father became concerned. He knew this wasn’t the end of Shredder, in fact, it was just the beginning. Although Shredder wasn’t coming back, his army and daughter Karai wanted revenge. Sweet, painful, sinful revenge for their leader. Despite the rather…taboo relationship between Shredder’s daughter and Leo long ago, she had to fight for her father’s honor. Master Splinter knew that, and he was ready for when that day would come.

For now, the most the brothers and sensei could do was wait.

===Present Day===

“I said fucking ‘service please!” Your voice boomed throughout the busy kitchen, loud enough for the other chefs to shudder. You weren’t normally like this, only if shit was really hitting the fan. And right now, the shit was hitting the fan badly.

You were currently 12 orders behind- three cooks called out, two waiters, and one dishwasher. Unfortunately, you were forced to deal with a busy dinner service with only half a staff.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Suddenly, the senior sous chef bursted through the revolving doors, clearly annoyed with how the evening was going. You were so concentrated and stressed that you didn’t care how much of a mess the kitchen was. You had no time to worry.

“I need hands!” you huff, watching as the completed dishes piled on the shelf in front of you. The receipt printer continued making noise time after time as more orders flooded in. There were too many distractions and noises coming from both the kitchen and dining room that you became overwhelmed and couldn’t concentrate. As usual, there seemed to be no end to this madness.

“Where the fuck are my servers?! You got us drownin’ back here!” You smiled as suddenly, your senior sous quickly washed his hands and put on some gloves, ready to assist the sudden dinner rush. The middle-aged chef comes to your side, placing a supportive hand on your left shoulder. “L/n, go take a quick breather, and come back ready.” Finally, You got a smidge of a break. Before anyone could stop you for something, you rushed to the kitchen entrance, trying not to slip on the dropped brioche buns flattened with non-slip shoes and soggy french fries on the once white tile floor.

You pass all the chaos, trying to make your way through the crowd of people. Fuck preorders. Fuck parties of 12. Fuck DoorDash. Fuck UberEats. Fuck call outs. Fuck everyone and everything. You glanced at the bar, but you couldn’t even see the bartender over the crowd of people surrounding her at the table, all bar stools occupied with others standing in annoyance at the understaffed restaurant and slow service. If that wasn’t enough, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the waiters behind her blonde bangs tear up a little behind the POS system as she angrily punched in a table’s order.

Beads of sweat littered your forehead from the heat of the kitchen and the congestion from the volume of customers. As soon as you pushed the door to exit, it felt as if a massive weight was lifted off of you.

It was nighttime. You felt the cold January air slap you in the face, but you were grateful for it. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the stairs off to the side of the restaurant, what’s left of the red neon sign illuminating the parking lot around you (they really need to fix the “S” in the sign “Hudson Grille,”) the battery in its been dead since you started working here last year. The place wasn’t run down or anything, it’s just the manager put the budget toward other things. For now though, the restaurant is called “Hudon Grille.” First-time customers and tourists think it’s a typo and argue it’s “Udon Grille,” then get mad when there’s everything but Udon on the menu.

You look up to the full moon, contemplating your life choices as usual during a stressful service, wondering just what parallel universe you is doing right now.

“She’s probably living la vida loca in Cancun right now,” you say to yourself. In this universe, though, you were living la vida loca in New York City. There was so much more out there, that you wondered what lies beyond the Big Apple.

Your eyes began wandering to the city’s buildings, admiring the decoration New Yorkers put on their balcony. They began traveling upwards to the rooftops, and you got lost in thought.

Until you noticed somebody- or- something on one of the buildings rooftops. It was dark, but you could make out its silhouette. It looked bigger than the average human, but then again, bodybuilders and sumo wrestlers could reach this height.

But, what would a bodybuilder or sumo wrestler be doing on the top of some random building at 7:00pm? Grabbing your phone from the back of your pants pocket, your thumb scrolls in search for the camera app.

“I don’t think it can see me,” you whisper. Maybe you can get a birds- well- phone’s eye view to see it better. Holding up your phone, you wait for it to adjust to night mode. After doing so, you angle the lens towards the silhouette, pinching the screen with your fingers to zoom in. Once the lens focused and adjusted, you got a slightly better look of the unknown figure. You still couldn’t see who or what it was, but there was an obvious difference between it and a human. It couldn’t be human. It had some sort of backpack on its back, and there were some sort of fabric that flowed in the wind behind its head.

“Y/n!” You can hear one of the chefs call you from the inside, however you didn’t move an inch.

You snap a photo, making sure the flash is on to get every detail you possibly could to study it later after your shift. However, the camera flash caused the figure to turn, and it was almost as if it was staring.

It was staring at you.

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I decided to post part of chapter 1 because I've been lacking on the writing part of my blog since I became active again. Let me know what you think so far!

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