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the-cauldron-witch · 5 months ago

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Weapon accessory gifts

Very simple scenario: Each turtle gives reader an accessory gift. That's all!

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Leonardo

You had learned over the years that gift giving wasn’t one of Leo’s strongest love languages, preferring quality time over materialistic items. Sure, when the time called for a gift like a holiday or an anniversary, the gifts he got for you were always either well thought out, planned, and useful or you had been pining after for some time but never got around to buy for yourself. Gifts outside of that weren’t as common, but they did appear, usually as a surprise silently sitting somewhere for you to find easily. Which is why when you walked into your apartment's kitchen, it was a pleasant surprise to see a baby-blue gift box sitting on your table.

The rectangular box had a white ribbon tying the lid to the box, gently keeping the two together. You smiled brightly, reaching down for the box and picking it up to feel the weight. It had a decent heaviness to it, not enough to be a hindrance but enough for it to be noticeable. You didn’t open the box though, instead waiting for a moment longer with a knowing smile.

Just as predicted a pair of hands suddenly appeared around your hips, a warm body pressing against you from behind. Tilting your head to look up you batted your eyelash at Leo, who returned your warm smile. Leaning down just enough to place a kiss on your forehead he gave your hips a gentle squeeze, happy with the content smile plastered on your face.

“What’s the special occasion?” You giggled, leaning your back against his plastron, pressing the back of your head against his chest to feel the thundering of his heart. A rumbling chuckle vibrated through you as Leo looked down to you with softness in his eyes.

“No occasion, just something to keep you safe” He chuckled.

Now rather intrigued by his statement you turned your attention back to the box, pinching the end of the ribbon you pulled at the silk, the slippery fabric easily undoing itself. Separating the lid from the box you paused, staring at the object within. It looked like a solid, black, flat baton or club from the surface.

“It’s called a tessen,” Leo explained from behind you, watching you take the club in hand. “Unfold it”

Turning and inspecting the tessen you paused, wondering what he means by unfolding it. When you noticed the side looked similar to a paper fan you had used many times through-out your life you understood and slid the fan open. Gasping as the gorgeous midnight blue fan spread out in your hand you marveled at the white blossoms and petals dancing in the wind, giving a serene ethereal feeling to its beauty.

“It’s beautiful,” You breathed.

“Just like you” Leo murmured into the crown of your head. Turning the tessen to study the beautiful craftsmanship, the thin iron spokes between the deep stained wood glinting in the light of your kitchen. The white petals and flowers flowing in the breeze gave the sense of serenity and peace.

“You have to be very careful, sweetheart” Leo reached for the ribbon discarded on the table top he took it in both hands, pulling the fabric taught. Bringing the ribbon to the edge of the fan Leo flicked his wrist, bringing the ribbon over the edge and splitting it in half. “The edge of the fan is a blade, you have to be very careful when you unfold it. When it's folded you can use it as a club, the ends are reinforced for blunt force.

Marveling as Leo’s expert hands took the beautiful weapon from your hands you watched as he folded it back together. He turned it over, the wood lacquer glistening and smooth. Holding the handle of the fan to your eye level Leo leaned down, his bright blue eyes scrutinizing the wood in search of something only he knew of. Taking your hand he extended your pointer finger gliding it along the smooth surface until you felt the slightest difference. It felt like a tiny, circular indentation.

“Can you feel that button?” He questioned.

“Yes?” You smiled curiously at him. Putting just enough pressure to the tip of your finger a small click was heard, the end of the fan's handle segmented into a smaller handle. Taking the smaller handle Leo unsheathed a blade, the surface reflecting your surprised expression. It was a tanto, you only knew this because Leo enjoyed talking to you for hours about weaponry, the handle of the blade just big enough for your hand.

“Leo, this is...wow,” Taking the blade in hand, surprised by how light it was compared to the tessen in the other, your own reflection inspecting back at you as you stared. The blade was brand new, not a single nick or scratch to be seen.

“We can practice at the lair with it some time, I can show you how to properly use it” His voice lowered and his eyes crinkled as he looked at the weapons he had bestowed on you, a sense of worry behind his expression. There was more to his statement and you could feel it, when his eyes finally met yours again you remained quiet and waiting.

“I...I’m not always going to be around if there’s trouble. I’ve accepted that...somewhat. I know we’ve trained and I’ve shown you how to defend yourself, but there’s going to be danger and you aren’t as skilled-”

“Baby,” Before he could continue on his tangent and get lost in his rambling you interrupted him nicely, “I love it, it’s beautiful. I know you’re protecting me,”

Placing the gift on the table with care you wasted no time in turning back to Leo, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks and guide it down to your own for a deep kiss. His lips molded to yours protectively, one hand trailing up your back and the other firmly pressing you to his plastron. He pulled away and looked down at you, smiling with a fondness that filled you with warmth and sent your heart fluttering.

“I’ll always protect you, somehow, someway. Always,” Leo promised you with a kiss to your forehead, his voice thick with sincerity and love like warm honey.

Raphael

“Come on, keep going!” Raph’s voice boomed off the walls as he stood behind the punching bag hanging from the ceiling, bracing the bag as you drilled into the side vigorously. Focusing on keeping your form and making sure your punches landed on their mark Raph’s unusually loud voice didn’t deter you, instead encouraging and fanning the flame within you.

“Keep your feet apart! That’s it, keep it up, just a couple more jabs!” Grinning with pride as you put all your weight into each solid punch you took, Raph admired you with a toothy grin. Left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right. The only time your eyes wavered from your target was to catch a glance up at Raph, his bright green eyes raking over you to make sure you kept your form while also admiring every single inch of you. His gaze fueled the fire even more, making you swing harder and with more precision.

“Heh, easy tiger, easy! Stand down,” Raph called out to you with a laugh, grinning at you proudly. Pulling back your fists with a huff you paused, waiting to see what he would instruct you with next. He admired that about you, always willing to listen to him and follow his instructions when you trained with him, knowing full well this was all to make sure you could keep yourself safe and hold your own when you needed to.

“You did good today, doll. Let’s call it a break,” Stepping out from behind the bag Raph slid the towel from his shoulder and handed it to you. It was clean but still held his scent heavily, not that you complained at all. Dabbing the sweat from your brow you watched as Raph strolled across the dojo and to his workout bench. Picking up the dripping water bottle from the condensation ring he tossed the bottle to you, smirking as you fumbled to catch it.

“Mean!” You yelled at him, the cold droplets splattering against your hot skin.

“What? I’m just testin’ ya reflexes” He played innocent, a devilish smirk plastered across his cheeks. An abrupt look of realization washed over him at his own words, his bright green eyes flickering with a memory you had no idea about. “Hang on, wait right here!”

He took off towards his room a second later, disappearing down the hall for a moment without explaining any further. Cracking open the water bottle and taking a sip you waited patiently, rather curious by what exactly in his sentence sparked the memory and what he was grabbing. Rushing back with a childish grin and something shiny in his fist Raph returned. Stopping only a step in front of you he uncurled his fist, a red metal rod the length of a pencil sitting in his palm. One end had indented grips for a handle and a keyring while the other end tapered off into a blunt point.

“What is it?” You questioned, picking up the surprisingly light weapon.

“It’s called a Kubotan. It’s a self defense keychain, if you hold it in your fist it’ll make it so your punches are sturdier and harder,” He reached a hand over and gently curled yours into a fist around the kubotan, the grips molding around your fingers as though it was made to fit like a puzzle piece. “The other end you can use either to stab someone in the pressure or reflex point, break a window in an emergency- or a rib if you stab them hard enough”

Turning the kubotan in your hand you couldn’t help but smile at the shade of red, oddly similar to Raph’s own mask. Of course he would pick something that would remind you of him in every way; blunt, quick, and red in color. It was easy to move in your hands with how light it was, possibly made from steel if you had to guess.

“I love it babe, thank you” Lifting your head to look up at him you smiled brightly, “I’ll make sure I always have it,”

“That’s why there’s a keychain” He teased, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle against his mouth at the comment, because of course he would say something smartass like.

Donatello

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Was the first sentence you heard from Donnie as you walked into the lab, putting a bright smile on your face. There was no time for you to greet him back as he was beside you in a second, taking your right arm and guiding your hand outward. You allowed him to fiddle with your wrist, wrapping something silicone snuggly and making sure it is secured.

“I just finished it,” Donnie’s eyes sparkled with pride at the device now attached to your arm. Pulling the device close enough to inspect you recognized it as a sort of smartwatch, the face of the digital watch was bigger than a normal smartwatch was the first thing you noticed. The screen brightened, the word ‘Hello!’ greeting you with an adorable smiley face.

“It’s a type of smartwatch I made for you, I call it the Multi-Tech Watch” He began explaining, pride in every word he spoke as you tapped the screen. The smiling face that had greeted you giggled and changed screens, showing you icons for different functions that Donnie was clearly about to burst at the seams with excitement to explain further.

“You can give it a name, I gave it a cute and simple AI system that can be customized to your preferences. It’s main objective is your safety, so it has plenty of devices”

“When did you start making this?” You questioned as he ushered you further into his lab and into a seat, wheeling his computer chair next to you for more comfortability as he showed you how the device worked. No memories of this invention being mentioned in the past occurred to you as you inspected the new device.

“I was keeping it a secret, I wanted to surprise you...and make sure everything worked as intended,” He gave you a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck, something he always did when he was about to admit something embarrassing to you, “I had to make sure the mace feature worked correctly cause I...might have sprayed myself,”

“Oh my God! You didn’t wear your goggles again, did you?” You chided and suddenly pulled the device far from your face, not wanting the mace function to go off as though on queue. Not wanting to admit further folly Donnie took your hand and guided it back to his front, his large finger somehow able to tap the tiny screen.

Showing you each function for each app Donnie designed himself he explained each of their uses. The app icon with a lightning bolt released a pair of prongs for a taser on the side pointing away from you, the silicone band serving as a barrier from being shocked when in use. A thumb-tack icon was the next app he explained. When pressed the icon gave you three simple options; Send tracker, which launched a sticky button tracker that sent out a signal to the watch and Donnie’s computer. Option two said ‘Track Me’ that would send your immediate location to the pre-programmed contacts Donnie had installed. The last option was a simple GPS, something that would help you get to your destination easier.

A simple flashlight was the next icon, its function rather obvious but came with the simple options. There was a color wheel off to the side, giving you the option to change the color of the light or allow you to rotate through the rainbow or a customized set you could create. There was also a blue-light option, a function he added for when you fell asleep wearing the watch to help soothe you in your sleep.

“For the mace option,” Donnie pointed your wrist directly out in front of you, the watch pointing straight forward to an invisible enemy, “If you press the little spray can icon and hold it for five seconds, the watch will spray a thick cloud of bear mace. You only have a few charges for this, so be careful and try not to waste it. There’s a feature that will let me know when the canister is empty and needs to be refilled,”

“How exactly did you spray yourself again?” You questioned him, interrupting his tangent with a cocky smirk.

“I’ll explain later. Now, for the coup de grace” Dodging your question quickly he took your wrist back, excitedly showing you the icon of a tiny turtle with a helicopter propeller on its shell. It was adorable frankly, but what exactly its function was wasn’t very clear by the icon. Pressing the button the watch opened on a virtually invisible hinge. Tiny whirling propellers began singing as an incredibly small drone popped out, shaped like a tiny turtle with four suction cup shaped feet. A tiny screen attached to the shell turned on, the adorable smile previously on the watch now greeting you on the smallest drone you have ever seen.

“Oh my God it’s adorable!” You practically shrieked with delight at the tiny drone smiling at you, flying around your wrist and head in a figure eight. Grinning proudly Donnie watched for a moment as the tiny drone stopped in front of your face, a small giggle coming from it. Could it speak? You didn’t know just yet, but either way it was precious.

“I didn’t name it, I figured you would want to do that yourself. This little guy is equipped with an AI personality that will grow as the two of you get to know each other, a tiny camera to take pictures and videos, and if you ever get into too much trouble the watch is designed to immediately launch the drone and seek me out for help”

“This is awesome, Donnie,” Cooing at the drone as it slipped itself back into its rightful place in the watch, closing seamlessly and face returning to the watches screen. “I love it, I can’t believe you made this without me knowing. Thank you, I’ll make sure to keep it on me at all times”

“I’m so glad you like it, I’ll upgrade and add stuff to it as I think of them...I just want to make sure you stay safe” Leaning over in your seat you placed a quick kiss to his cheek, more than happy with your gift and eager to pick a name for your new little AI friend.

Michelangelo

The white string of lights gave off a comforting glow within the fort both you and Mikey had made in the middle of your living room. The original plan of a picnic on your apartment roof had been quickly dashed when the roll of thunder echoed in the distance and was quickly closing in. The two of you managed to clamber back into your apartment through your window, sliding the glass shut just as the skies opened up into waves of heavy rain. The gentle tapping of droplets against the window panes and roar of thunder from outside washed a feeling of serenity over the apartment.

Sudden weather change didn’t mean you couldn’t still have a picnic. Mikey didn’t even give you an explanation, simply started grabbing your extra bed sheets and began arranging couch cushions. With little hesitation you began gathering supplies as well, pulling out a box of Christmas lights that had greeted you by falling on your head when you opened one of your closets.

Using broom or mop handles to hold up fitted sheets like canopies, stringing the lights and using chip clips to keep them in the air, and piling the couch cushions and any pillow he could find into a makeshift nest with a special blanket spread out for the food. Mikey beamed with pride at his work before grabbing the food that had been packed originally for a rooftop escapade. You spread out the picnic on the blanket while Mikey turned on the music, using his bluetooth speaker he brought with him.

“This was a great idea, babe,” You praised, smiling warmly as you sat next to him.

“I wasn’t about to let something like a little rain ruin my date with you, Angelcakes!” Mikey beamed with pride, feeling that he had successfully saved the date the two of you had planned some time ago. Scooting himself closer to you he smiled brightly and crossed his legs, reaching a hand behind him slowly. While building the fort he had snuck a present into the cushions while you weren’t looking. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to give it to you even if he wanted to originally wait until you two ate.

“What’s that smile for?” Giggling at the grin splitting Mikey’s face, you adjusted yourself in your seat, recognizing that ‘I can’t keep it back any longer’ grin and glint in his bright blue eyes. Pulling out the slender and long box from behind his back he handed it to you with a smile that could brighten the darkest room. Taking the gift box with eagerness you held it in your hands, inspecting the cream-orange wrapping paper he had picked to match his mask. Tearing the paper away you opened the white box eagerly and gasped.

A beautifully slender black wooden hair stick with an adorable paper lantern with a tassel dangling at the end sat inside its faceted velvet confines. It was so simple yet so beautiful. Eagerly reaching over Mikey gently took the accessory from its box, rolling it over in his hand to admire the craftsmanship himself yet again. Wrapping an arm around you Mikey hauled you into his lap and held the hair stick in front of you.

“This isn’t just something beautiful, baby girl” Mikey explained softly, his tone low and caring. “If you grab the end with the lantern and the middle, you just need to twist gently like this” Pinching the stick just as he had instructed he gave the stick a gently tweak, you half expected the stick to be broken in half, but instead he pulled out a slender dagger hidden within the stick.

“Oh, wow,” You breathed as you saw your eyes reflecting off the metal, both parts gorgeous and functional. Gently taking the dagger from his hand you inspected its slender form, the paper lantern charm surprisingly very light and posing no difficulty or obstruction as you held the handle. “Mikey, this is beautiful, thank you. Where did you get this?”

“I might have bought it online...with Donnie’s help,” Smiling down at you with a softness that reached his eyes, the bright blue irises brimming with pride at how much you loved the gift. “I wanted to get you something pretty that you’d use daily and could protect you! Just in case I’m not there...and can’t protect you myself,” He looked uncomfortable as he admitted this, the thought of you getting hurt sending a wave of anxiety through him. Placing the accessory in his hand with a gentle, reassuring smile you reached up the under hand to his chin and lifted his head so that he could gaze at you.

“Can you help me put it in?” You requested, wanting to distract him from the thoughts threatening to cloud Mikey’s mood. That bright smile you would shield anything from returned to his face immediately, popping the tip of the hair stick between his lips while his hands began raking gently through your hair when you turned around.

“I looked up a couple of YouTube videos on how to do this,” You could hear and feel the warmth in his voice, closing your eyes and relaxing as Mikey molded your hair to secure the hair stick within.

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