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phoebepheebsphibs · 10 months ago

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And the story goes on…

Spoiler warning for Until I Found You Lore.... CW: Mentions of torture, abuse, and experimentation.

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Mikey couldn't stop sobbing.

The other Donnie was writhing on the floor, screaming in pain as he gripped his head tightly. Something was wrong, something was very very VERY wrong...

But Michael could only watch and cry and shout at his brother to "Open the thing, open the thing up, Donnie! OPEN THE ORB!!"

"I'm trying!" his brother yelled back. "It's a different design from my tech, I'm doing the best I can considering I don't have my tools with me and I'm using my bare hands--"

The alternate Donnie started shrieking in agony, his cries ringing through the halls and echoing mercilessly in Mikey's head. He falls to his knees, the glowing marks on his arms and legs turning that evil shade of blue.

"PLEASE, DONNIE, HE'S HURTING! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING FROM IN HERE, PLEASE--"

"WELL EITHER GET APRIL TO POOF YOU OUT OR -- GOT IT, I GOT IT, I GOT THE THING TO OPEN!" UIFY Donnie yelled back, finally hacking into the sphere and causing the shields to dissipate. Immediately the three fall forwards, with Mikey regaining his footing at once and pouncing at the quivering Donatello on the floor.

Mikey wrapped his arms around Donnie, sobbing into his shoulder as he pressed his hands against his shell and the back of his head. A soft, warm amber glow began to spread over the shaking softshell, his eyes slowly refocusing as he turned and stared down at the copy of his brother. Apparently this Mikey was also in-tune with his mystic powers. Amazing, considering the age gap between him and the other Mikey, and the fact that they'd not even known about mystic abilities until they'd met Draxum and taken his magic weapons for themselves. This one must've been practicing magic for a while... Donnie's headache ceased. He watched as the tiny, trembling version of his brave baby brother kept pressing his small and delicate hands against his shell and neck, quietly mumbling to himself - praying possibly, or perhaps reciting a magic spell. Whatever he did, it helped tons. But it seemed to exhaust the poor kid as he slumped over, his head rolling into the crook of Donnie's neck and shoulder. Michael's soft, slow breaths tickled uncomfortably against his sensitive skin, and he flinched.

"Michael, get off of him!" the other Donnie said, coming forward and pulling the kid away. "If this Donnie's anything like me, he doesn't like to be touched. Especially after... whatever the heck happened to him."

"I-it's fine, he helped, he... What exactly did he do?" Donnie asked, slowly getting to his feet.

Donatello Von Draxum picked the child up and held him close to his chest. Mikey had fainted, it seemed, though his eyes fluttered open and shut several times. His head lolled from side to side, rolling around as if he was trying to force himself to stay awake but failing utterly. He mumbled softly, muttering whispers to no one specifically before finally succumbing to the exhaustion and resting his head against his brother.

"I'm... not exactly sure," Donatello Von Draxum mumbled, slowly pulling the bandages from Mikey's arms and checking for any mystic injuries. "Best guess is... he leant you some of his strength."

"His strength?" Dee questioned.

"Whatever you needed in the moment. Strength, presence of mind, life-force, that kind of stuff. It could explain why he's so sleepy now."

"Will he be alright?!" Donnie asked, hoping he didn't just cause a version of his brother to be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life.

"He's okay. He just needs a nap. It's nothing too extreme." Donatello Von Draxum looked over Donnie with concern. "YOU on the other hand..."

"Yeah. That was not fun."

"No fun in fungus, huh?"

"Roll credits," April interjected, having gone to retrieve Donnie's tech-bō for him.

"Very clever. I suppose... we should go look for Raphael now," Dee decided as he took the staff from the Mayhem-ified April.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest?" she asked, eyeing him nervously. "Those things have a way of draining you. Physically, just as much as emotionally."

"I am fine," Donnie insisted. "But you've got some... something on your arm."

"What?" April asked, looking down at said appendage, which had a black and blue smear across it. "Oh, ew, gross. It's the goo from that hand.PNG. Yuck! I didn't even notice that..."

Mutant April wiped the sludge off onto her jacket.

"No worries, I think I'm all good."

"What about Michael?" Donnie asked, pointing to the still out-of-it box turtle in DvD's arms.

"I can carry him," he insisted. "He weighs practically nothing. We'll be coming along."

"Good, the more help we can get the better. I don't think it's safe for anyone to split up anymore. Let's go find my Raph and your brothers," Donnie said, taking the lead.

The four walked on through the hallways, Mikey mumbling or muttering and even humming in his dazy sleep as they searched for the others. Donnie kept glancing over at him to make sure he really was okay. He seemed fine. It reminded him of the time his April had gotten her wisdom teeth removed, she'd sent them a video her mom had taken of her after she'd woken up from the surgery. They guys all had a big laugh over it, how loopy and looney she'd been, constantly gibbering about nothing and then falling back asleep. The memory made him smile a little. It helped to alleviate the stress, to simply pretend that was what had happened to this Mikey. And not that he'd sacrificed some part of himself for Donnie's sake. And not even for his Donnie's sake, for a complete stranger.

It was so unbelievably awkward.

The two Donnies barely said a word to each other. Donnie kept giving glances at Mikey and DvD would catch him, and Donnie's head would snap in the opposite direction. Poor April was stuck in the middle of their silence, doing her best to lighten the mood but eventually giving up and straying ahead of them.

Donatello glanced over at Mikey again. Michael had made some small squeaking sound - a yawn maybe - and curled up into his brother's hold. The bandages on his arm were loose... That's right, DvD had checked his arms earlier for cracks -- had that meant that there might actually be some danger to whatever spell he'd used to help Donnie?! He could see the cracks right there! DvD said he was fine, but Donnie could clearly see the holes and thin lines made from --

Holes?

Mikey's overuse of ninpo didn't make holes, they made cracks like broken glass that webbed across his arms! So, where had...

"Did you... want to hold him or something?" DvD asked.

Donatello was startled from his train of thought and realized he'd been staring at Mikey for too long.

"Oh! Um, no I didn't -- unless that is, you would like a break?"

"Like I said, he's not that heavy," Donatello Von Draxum repeated flatly.

"I recall. I was just worried for him, is all, and I--"

"You were staring at him."

"Oh, was I?"

"Quite obviously so."

"Ah. I apologize for the social faux pas of staring rudely at your brother."

Silence again.

"But do you want to hold him?"

"You are... offering?"

"Your brother is gone, for the moment," DvD stated. "And I saw how you looked at my Mikey. For you, there is precious little to distinguish the two. Correct?"

"Well... I suppose they are very similar," Donnie ceded.

"And he undoubtedly considers you family as well."

"That is evident, considering what he did for me."

"That's your fault, you know."

"Excuse me?" Donnie sputtered, stopping in his tracks. "How is it my fault for saving you three from getting spored?"

"Apologies, I misspoke. I merely meant that you did something that reminded him of... of something bad that happened to us."

"Then am I to assume that's why he reacted the way he did?"

"Precisely."

"I see."

Donnie looked down at the alt. Mikey, still fast asleep. He was so much smaller than his brother. So... petite. No, Miniscule. Maybe Runty. Donnie kept searching for the right word. Not weak, or tiny, he was so...

Frail. That was the word. Thin limbs connected to a slip of a body, a tiny round face with baby cheeks so slim and slender. He was just too small.

"...I think I will carry him. If only to relieve you of duty for a short while."

"Very well," DvD relented, carefully exchanging his brother into Donnie's arms. Donnie had carried his Mikey before, and even his Leo. Heck, he'd carried all three of his brothers on more than one occasion. He'd let them grab onto his legs or arms while he flew above the city with his hover-shell. It was quite a feat, all of them clinging together like the barrel of monkeys toys from their childhood. And he'd gotten his leg dislocated from its socket for the trouble, but that was nothing too bad really, and Leo had helped fix him up. He desperately missed his brothers... All this to say he knew what to expect, to carry a slightly smaller version of his baby bro.

The alt. Mikey was placed into his hold.

Ooooooh pizza supreme in the sky this kid literally weighed nothing.

Donnie's eyes widened. He'd expected some kind of difficulty, some weight, but no -- it was like carrying air. The only weight he could feel was from the clothes, it seemed. He'd estimated this Mikey to weigh somewhere in the vicinity of 70 pounds, maybe even 65. It felt like he weighed no more than 10.

"He's... he's so light..." Donnie's voice trembled.

"I did say he weighs almost nothing," DvD smirked.

"I thought you were using hyperbole!" Donnie snapped. "When was the last time this Mikey was weighed? He should have more tone in his muscles than this!"

"Well, years of near-starvation will result in major weight loss."

"Mikey -- my Mikey -- said he told him a bit about his life... but I never imagined..."

He never imagined this kind of troubled life for him. He knew the kid had a hypoglycemic condition, too. He couldn't imagine how difficult that had to have been for him. No wonder he was so skinny, his clothes baggy and nearly falling off of him, the bandages... Donnie's attention was brought back to the little boy's arms.

"...How did he get these...?" he asked softly, pulling the bandages off and showing the other Donnie the scars and marks on his arms.

Donatello Von Draxum went pale. He almost looked sick to his stomach, as he slowly re-wrapped the bandages for Mikey.

"...Those were my fault."

"Your fault?" Donnie was astonished. His voice came out as barely a whisper.

"Partly. Some of them were from me, some were from my father-- ahem. From Draxum."

"Draxum did this?" Donnie's blood began to boil. "But... why? And why did you--"

"The story is that I had left the Baron to try and start a new family with Mikey, Leonardo, and Raphael. I'd been... planning to trick our brothers into returning to Draxum so that they could join his army of mutants against the humans, but eventually I realized I couldn't go through with it. So I left without saying a word. Draxum got wind that his other experiments survived, and started searching for them. He found Mikey first, kidnapped him, and left a calling card for me so that I would know where he was. I confronted him, only to end up in a trap. He... he wanted me to return home and help him experiment on Michael."

"Did you?" Donnie asked, drawing the small child closer to him, holding him tightly to his chest.

"I had to. He threatened to torture Mikey, to intentionally sabotage his experiments on him and hurt him if I didn't assist. I had no choice. To ensure Michael's safety... I had to do whatever Draxum ordered me to. Day after day, it was nothing but surgery after surgery after blood test after--"

"I thought you said experiments," Donnie growled. Mikey whimpered in his hold; Donnie readjusted him slightly so he could rub his head to soothe him.

"That's what he told me, initially..." DvD continued. "But on the first day... he revealed his experiments were more medically-based than he'd lead me to believe. But I couldn't say no. He was going to inspect his spine, I had to stay and make sure he didn't--!"

Donatello Von Draxum covered his mouth as he gagged at the memory. His hands trembled.

"...It... It was inhumane. Unethical. Horrible. Even Huginn and Muninn - whom I don't typically get along with well but tolerated more than Draxum - agreed that his tests were unreasonable and not meant so much to inspect Michael's state but more so to punish me for having left Draxum and kept my brothers a secret from him. And Draxum kept it up for seven whole days. Most experiments and examinations were him cutting into Mikey with a scalpel and studying his skeletal structure and veins and nervous system first-hand. The rest were to see how his body reacted to certain potions and formulas and magic spells, to test his mystic endurance. He wanted to see if he could be a strong warrior... and if not, he wanted to see if he had any mystic talent."

"All that... just to know whether or not Mikey had mystic abilities?"

"I don't have any magic ability myself," DvD explained. "I know all the spells and potion recipes, I understand how to do it, and I know how it all works but... I'm disconnected from it. Draxum was always disappointed with me over that. He hoped that Mikey would show some promise."

"What happened?"

"He took it too far. On the sixth day, Draxum told me that Michelangelo possessed the greatest capacity for mystic power and ability to date."

"He what?!" Donnie yelled, forgetting the sleeping figure in his hands. "I mean, I know my Mikey became the greatest mystic warrior in the future, but... to have surpassed everything?"

"It came as a shock to me, as well. And Draxum said... He said he was going to take Mikey's powers away from him and then set him free. But it was all a lie. He was going to kill him... I fought with Draxum. I won. I took Mikey home."

Donatello could tell he was intentionally leaving out some big parts of the story. But based off of everything, he figure it was best to leave it unsaid.

"So that's why... Mikey leapt at the chance to help me," Donnie whispered. "Why he was so upset when he saw me hurting... it reminded him of you?"

"Yes. And it is also why he wears those bandages, though the wounds have long since healed."

"Why is that?"

"Because he knows that I feel responsible for that hurt. I did that to him. I helped to cut him open and chisel into his shell. I hurt him. But I'll never let anything hurt him ever again."

Donnie nodded, understanding that protective drive. He felt the same way about his brothers.

"In that case... maybe you'll want to carry him again?" Dee offered.

Donatello Von Draxum didn't even try to politely decline. He immediately reached over and took the boy away, who at this point was slowly coming out of his sleepy stupor. DvD held Mikey on his hip, letting him rest his head against his shoulder. Mikey groggily wrapped his arms around his brother's neck in a hug, yawning once more before going back to sleep. The son of Draxum felt the deep inhale and exhale from his little brother against his chest, proof that he was alive and well and trusted him above all else. DvD smiled, the first time Donnie had seen him smile -- really smile, not just an evil grin at the mention of humanity's destruction -- since he'd first met him.

"Do you think... my Mikey is okay?" Dee asked after the silence began to return.

"I am sure he is. He has you to look out for him. You'll rescue him, and all will be well again."

Donnie smiled.

"I hope so..."

"Hey, you lazy-bones!" April shouted. She'd gained a lot more ground than them during this bonding episode. "Hurry it up! I think I found one of the guys!"

…I have failed you, master. My injuries… they impede me.

They are inconsequential, my dear disciple. Rest easy, for you are still needed. You've done well thus far. But there is still much to be done if I am to take over this realm. So many tragedies to intercede, so many traumas to feed off of, so many toys to play with and BREAK.

But what of the others? Without my work—

I shall finish my collection soon enough. You did your part, and now we have a new player. Our new deliverer of destruction. They shall lead the others to their doom.

A new...? Do you mean you have infected one of the children? They serve our cause now?

Indeed, thanks to you.

How intriguing... but who...?

Rest for now, and regain your strength. Your services are yet to be utilized.

Very well... whom shall we be expecting to join us next, my master?

...I want the big one.

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spoopyblues214 · 11 months ago

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Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

°•.•°

“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

°•.•°

It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

.•°•.

It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 mikey #2012 mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #spoopywriting

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nerves-nebula · 2 years ago

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Inspired by the art you reblogged from Tapakah0.

Donnie deserves to be a little shithead too:

——

It wasn’t uncommon for Donnie to lock himself away for days at a time. He came out for meals when he remembered (or was loudly reminded), but typically during these times they wouldn’t see him until whatever project he’d thrown himself into was finished.

When he re-emerged, they’d all ask him about what he was up to in his absence, and usually he would tell them.

This time, however, he just smiled and said “You’ll see.” with an ominous smile that reminded them all far too much of their father.

—

They were back at the farmhouse, having a nice time off as a family. April and Casey had joined them, the whole gang excited to spend some quality time together without having to worry about responsibilities or other annoying things.

Mikey and April were baking a cake in the kitchen. Raph and Leo were pretending to teach Casey to meditate and sticking things in his hair to see how long it would take him to notice.

Donnie snuck to his room, pulling the new invention out of its hiding place and setting it up. He pulled on some gloves- not uncommon, it was getting a bit cold- to hide the mechanisms hidden in his palms. With a mischievous giggle he flexed the prosthetic fingers, watching them sync up to his movements.

He took a moment to stim out his giggles, flapping his hands to help him calm down before calmly leaving back into the main area.

“I’m gonna bite your fuckin’ face!” Casey yelled, grabbing for Raph, somewhere near thirty odd sticks and leaves in his hair, as well as a couple forks and a margarita umbrella. Leo was on the floor, his eyes nearly bulging out of his eyes as he laughed, holding his stomach in pain.

Raph leapt over the back of the couch, screaming as Casey followed after him, nearly taking off the screen door as he bolted to try to escape his boyfriend’s wrath.

Donnie chuckled and stood over Leo, looking down at him, “So what w-was the final co-count?”

Leo giggled, “Thirty-seven, and that’s only because April poked her head in and laughed. He caught Raph with a stick in his hand.”

Donnie rolled his eyes and held out a hand, helping Leo up to his feet.

Leo didn’t notice.

“Where’d you go?” Leo asked, “You good?”

“Mmhm.” Donnie smiled, “Just had to ch-check something.”

“Okay.” Leo shrugged, accepting the answer, “April said they’re gonna ice the cake soon. I was gonna go see if I could help, wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

The kitchen wasn’t a total mess, but there were definitely a lot of bowls in the sink. Mikey had his tongue stuck out while he smeared icing over the cake, making a solid base for any decorations they added after. April was sitting with him, mixing dyes into even portions of icing, coloring them all colors of the rainbow.

“Can we help?” Leo asked, leaning over the table, grinning, “I wanna draw a bunny.”

“Faggot.” Mikey coughed.

Leo punched him in the shoulder, “Your mom.”

April pointed to the counter, “The icing bags are over there. Grab me the roll and we can get them prepped.”

Donnie did that, handing the box to April, who paused. She stared at his hands for a good ten seconds before looking up at him, confusion evident on her face.

He winked.

She snorted and said nothing, taking the bags to start shoveling icing into them. He grabbed a spatula and helped, sitting next to her. As soon as they were all full Leo and Mikey were grabbing their colors and doodling all over it, making flowers and drawing faces and other things. April joined them, taking the green to make four tiny turtles climbing the side of the cake. Donnie took the purple and drew some random shapes.

Eventually Raph and Casey came back in, both a little scuffed up, and joined in the decoration… until Casey dared Raph to eat all the red icing left and Raph stepped up to the challenge, daring Casey to do the same with the yellow.

Needless to say, neither wanted any cake afterward.

Donnie offered to cut the cake, taking a knife and deftly twirling it in his fingers a couple times before slicing in to make the slices as even as he could.

“Yo what the fuck?!”

Donnie forced himself not to grin, looking to Mikey, who had not only shouted but also leapt up onto a chair, “Wh-what? What’s wrong?”

“Your hand!”

Donnie looked at his hand, feigning confusion, “What about i-it?”

Mikey grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand to show it to everyone, “Donnie’s fucking mutated again!”

“Whoa!” Leo laughed, “Your hand! Is it on both? Oh, gross.”

“What are you guys talking about?” April said, looking Donnie in the eyes with a steely determination and a devious grin on her lips, “Donnie’s always had five fingers. How did you never notice?”

Raph grabbed Donnie’s other hand, staring at it like it offended him, “You’re lying.”

“N-no?” Donnie lied, “I always th-thought I was weird b-because my hands were different.”

Leo reached out and touched Donnie’s fingers with his own, “This is so strange.”

“Why do you think he’s so good with tech?” April chuckled, playing it cool by grabbing the knife to get herself a slice of cake, “He’s got the extra dexterity.”

“Whoa.” Mikey gasped, “How did we never notice?”

Leo looked at his own hands, “We’ve held hands to go places! How did I not realize?”

“I’m still calling bullshit.” Raph crossed his arms, “I would’ve noticed. Casey, did you ever notice?”

Casey met Raph’s gaze, completely silent.

“Right, nevermind.”

Donnie and April were able to hold out on the lie for almost forty-five minutes. Raph tried to catch Donnie by making him use his hands to twirl his bō or juggle, but Donnie had prepared for that inevitability.

In the end, it was actually Casey who called him out.

“Oh! They’re lying.” Casey grinned, “Gotcha, nerd!” He slammed his phone down, showing them a picture taken a few months back. It was a selfie of Casey and the guys, with Donnie waving in the background, clearly three-fingered.

April and Donnie burst out laughing. They ignored the rude names shouted at them as they leaned on one another, gasping for air.

“You fucking gaslit us!” Leo slapped his shell, “You bastard!”

“I felt like a piece of shit!” Mikey screamed, “I thought I’d missed something huge!”

“I’m going to drown you.” Raph rubbed his face, “I’m going to end your fucking life.”

Donnie was crying.

—

In the end he showed them the prosthetics, showing off how he’d synced them to match the movements of his other fingers and revealed just how long he’d been working on this particular prank. He also promised April a favor of her choice for making it even better.

Mikey shoved cake in his face.

——

Get fuckin pranked assholes

-Monster Anon

hahh thats adorable !! thank you

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt donnie #farmhouse arc

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imagionationstation · 2 years ago

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I’ve seen a few AUs now where the baby turtles where like, actual baby turtle sized or at least palm sized, so I wanted to know; how would your ‘12 Leo react to a baby Donnie who could fit in the palm of his hand? (I know the ‘12 turtles were a little closer to actual toddler sized, but just imagine)

*squints at you and wonders how much you know about my “In Which” activities on A03*

Anyway. That- is a very loaded question.

So let’s keep imagining.

Imagine discovering this little turt. Imagine him being scared and confused. Imagine him desperately clinging to your attempts to comfort him, despite him not truly knowing who you are.

Imagine if he was completely untouched by harm, and every time he leaned against you, it was like he was trusting his whole body and soul into your care. Every time he smiled or giggled, it was like that little piece of happiness was reserved for you alone in ways that you could never hope to deserve. Every time that he cries, he looks so helpless and heartbroken that all you can do is frantically search for a way to make it better.

Now.

Imagine if this tiny, precious green gremlin of a creature could fit in a single hand. Imagine watching him getting stuck on his carapace and trying to roll over, only to fail over and over. Imagine realizing just how tiny and dependent he is. Imagine that ever time he shifts in your arms, you remember that if he fell, he’s so small that his shell hitting the ground might crack it. Imagine watching him try to crawl and realizing that anything could very easily crush him.

You’re a powerful ninja that can break his arm simply by holding him too tightly. He’s fragile, so fragile that any everything around you is a potential danger that could hurt him.

Imagine if every instinct in your being is constantly on edge and screaming- protect- protect- PROTECT- PROTECT- PROTECT-

Saying this would disrupt things would be an extreme understatement. Forget any kind of self-care/training/patrols, this kid wouldn’t be able to take his eye of lil’ Dee for a second. It would be almost obsessive, the way he can’t stand the thought of putting him down, much less handing him off to anyone else. As long as lil’ Dee is in reach, he’s safe.

Leo will make sure of it.

“Hey, Leo?”

The brother in question doesn’t look up from where his gaze is trained on the braced form of their tiny brother, who is busy trying to figure out how to eat the teddy bear that is several inches taller than him. The leader holds the toy as he lays propped in the crook of his other arm, and Donnie consents to chewing on the fingerless hand, furry arms clasped in six fingers that don’t quite understand how to release yet.

Mikey steps forward and drops on the other side of the couch, repeating his name for the tenth time. “Earth to Leo!”

With Mikey’s insistent voice next to him and hard to miss, he starts and glances to the side. “What?”

Used to his random space-outs by now, Mikey reaches out a finger to curl around the teddy bear’s arm, putting very little force into prying it from Donnie’s mouth. Donnie kicks his legs and growls, playful and determined, unconsciously locking his jaw as tiny fingers dig into the fur. Leo flinches at the sudden movement, but other than shooting him a wary side-eye, says nothing.

But maybe that’s because Mikey had yet to stop talking. “So we talked about it and April says that she’s cool to help take Donnie tonight. I know you don’t want anyone else messing with him, but it’ll only be a few hours. And he likes me and he likes her and we all talked about it, and Raph and Casey’s going to be doing Vigilante stuff far away from here and I know what you’re thinking, but we-”

“Wait, wait, wait, stop.” Leo mutters as he shakes his head, worn-out gaze moving to train on Mikey. “What’s happening tonight?”

Leaving no room for argument, Mikey raises a finger to the sky and then pokes his plastron. “You. Are sleeping.”

“I… Already sleep.” Leo argues anyway, already disengaging from the conversation to let go of the teddy, returning his attention to the turt. The furry head covers the small plastron, stuffed body in Leo’s lap, and Donnie releases his jaw, looking curiously at it.

“I haven’t seen you sleep once since Donnie got small.” Mikey argues as Leo sets a finger on Donnie’s side, preventing him from being able to roll around when he squirms.

“I never said I did it a lot.” Leo mutters reluctantly.

“How about yesterday? How many hours? Six?”

“Mikey…”

“Five? Four? Three?”

“I know my limits.”

“Tell me you at least got an hour.”

A heavy sigh as his shoulders slump, and he somehow seems more tired than before. “I don’t know, Mikey. It’s not like I’m counting.”

“And that’s going to change as soon as April gets here.” Leo looks up as if just queuing into their plans, and Mikey reiterates. “She’ll take Dee, you’ll set an alarm, and go to sleep. If anything happens, which it won’t, I’ll-”

“No!” Leo snaps, both turtles look equally startled by his proclamation. His eyes harden suddenly. “No, Mikey, I’m fine. Seriously. Leave it alone. I’ve got him.”

“Dude, you’re barely eating and you’re not sleeping.” Mikey argues firmly. “We talked about it and we think-“

“Thank you for making plans for me behind my back, but I’m fine.”

The sharpness of Leo’s tone can slice like his katanas. It only further proves how tired he is, as normally he would understand their concern rather than jump to the conclusion that they were working against him. He’d be annoyed, rather than angry.

Mikey stands his ground. “You’re tired.”

“I’ll survive being tired until Bishop’s team finishes the cure!”

“We don’t know how much longer that’ll take!”

“I don’t see why that matters!”

“That’s because your brain’s mush cause you’re tired!”

Donnie’s face scrunches with uncertainty as he looks between them, and Leo catches onto his unease, taking the forgotten bear and flinging it at his brother. Mikey catches it before it can hit him square in the face and Leo gently cups Donnie in his hand, standing up and stating, “If I wanted to sleep, I would sleep. So back off.”

“Leo-”

Leo’s already leaving. “Not up for debate!”

“Leo!”

Mikey stands up and waves his arms in a vent of frustration at the turned shell, but Leo ignores him, heading for the bedroom and slamming the door behind.

“You’re kidding!”

Mikey’s hushed gasp draws April’s attention from her studies, closing the laptop to set it to the side and joining him in the hallway. She stops by Leo’s door, peeking over his shoulder curiously.

From the light spilling in, she can see Leo curled up on the floor, his side leaning against a pillow to keep him from rolling left. His left arm hangs over it, hand slack over a tiny body like a shield, and Donnie cuddles into the blanket nest underneath him. The only form awake is Chompy, sitting near the nest like a little guard, tail tapping the floor as he blinks sleepily at the both of them.

“Chompy. Really?” Mikey whines, completely aghast. “Chompy?”

“At least he’s sleeping?” April offers off-handedly, trying to pretend she’s not equally as upset to be robbed of a chance to play with the hand-size turtle infant. “That’s something?”

“Yeah.” Mikey admits with a sigh. “Guess he really was tired if we haven’t woken him. And Chompy’s a pretty good alarm system…”

She places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “We’ll try again another time.”

He groans playfully, and then grabs hold of her hand, tugging her arm back the way she came. “Fiiiine. But we got all evening free and someone’s gotta watch Chris Bradford reruns with me!”

“Mikey.” She laughs as she plants her feet. “I have an essay-”

“Aprriiiiilll!”

“Shhhh!” She glances into the room as Chompy chirps. “Alright, alright. But I’ll have to multitask.”

“Deal!” Mikey hurries into the main room, and April turns to grab the door knob. She watches the tense hand over Donnie’s shell relax again, a sigh leaving his lips as the area quiets, and she wishes them and the watchful alien a soft, “Sweet dreams.”

Chompy settles to sleep as the door shuts, and April heads to the pit.

“So, how many times have you seen this episode?”

“Only seven!”

“Only seven, huh?”

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youatemylollipop · 2 years ago

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A/N: A small fragment from one of my other stories. I just thought it was cute and wanted to share it with you guys separately.🥰 You know, since not everyone might have the patience to read a 12.4K word fic.😅

Synopsis: Just you and Mikey being a pair of goofballs.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Reader

⚠️ WARNING: None, maybe just a tiny bit of angst at the end.

Word Count: 1.6K

Tag List: @mytaiyakeylover

“Come on Manjirō, try something new for a change!” You whine, tugging at the blond’s sleeve childishly while sending him a pleading look. “We’ve been eating so much dorayaki and taiyaki recently that I’ve started having nightmares about them!” Mikey pouts at your insistence, but finds himself relenting as you are far too adorable to ignore.

You beam, feeling pleased with your accomplishment. Not too far away, you can hear your dearest friend—and perhaps older brother figure—Ryūguji Ken letting out a painful groan. This urges you to giggle as you are fully aware whose wallet will be left empty at the end of the day.

The dragon tattooed boy gives you a dirty look, knowing that whatever it is that you have in mind, will most definitely be more expensive than a few packages of your boyfriend’s favorite snacks. Mikey, however, lets out a laugh as he instantly recognizes the look on his tall friend’s face. Frankly, it is a look that screams agony.

It is a rather cold day in the month of December. The three of you are equally oblivious to the upcoming changes that will soon come in the span of a few months. You intertwine your hands, squeezing each other teasingly as you occasionally tug one another in the opposite direction, waiting to see who will be the first to lose balance.

Draken rolls his eyes in mock annoyance, but there is a barely noticeable lift at the corner of his mouth. You and Mikey, however, are too immersed within each other to take notice of the slight softness that can be spotted in the tattooed boy's dark eyes.

The snowflakes are dancing in the air, like an endless waltz. But unlike the two of you, each of them looks lonely, cold, breathtakingly beautiful, and yet pain strikingly lifeless. Like a small piece of something grandiose, however, still separated from the mass.

You walk over to Draken, your steps feeling light and weightless as you lightly jump with each one, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet. You send him the sweetest smile you can muster, but he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, his exhaustion deepening with a sense of foreboding. You let out a snicker like the spawn of Satan that you are.

“Ken-chan,” you say in a sickeningly sweet tone. “I want some of those.” The male quirks an eyebrow, his gaze following the direction of your index finger as you speak. Sighing, he nods at you, but not without mouthing some very peculiar words that would probably make any mother give a look of disappointment.

“You just had to choose the most complicated dish on the menu?” His reply is snarky and biting as he mentally prepares himself for the next thirty minutes he’d probably have to wait before your order would finally be ready. It’s not the food in itself, just the awfully long queue that he now has no other choice but to wait through.

“Now, now, Ken-chin," your boyfriend says, crossing his arms as he shakes his head disapprovingly. "That's not how you're supposed to treat a girl." The tall blond groans in frustration, struggling to hold back his urge to kill the Toman commander. Mikey, on the other hand, is sporting a cheshire grin, looking pretty much like the cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“Exactly, exactly,” you add, nodding your head in approval of his statement. “And you keep asking yourself why Emma doesn’t believe me when I tell her how much you like her.”

It takes a moment for Draken to finally register what you had said. However, before he has a chance to commit a double homicide, you feel someone’s fingers snake around your wrist. Seconds later you and your boyfriend are running down the streets, laughing like a pair of goofballs—which you probably are at this point.

Cold air brushes your face as you both continue the pointless war of tugging. At some point, you slip over the snow, making the both of you fall. Luckily, the river that Mikey loves visiting so much is completely frozen, saving you from a potential disaster. It's already too damn cold; you doubt you'll be able to survive walking wet around the city until you reach home.

You are rolling down the thick layers of pale, white snow. Mikey’s muscular arms are tightly wrapped around your waist, while yours find home around his neck. Snickers leaving your lips as you reach the frozen water.

You pull your face away from his chest, pools of [e/c] color meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes filled with childish glee. One of your hands trails up his neck before settling on his cold, pale cheek. There is a faint pink hue dusting them from the cold, biting air.

He’s smiling up at you. The expression is so contagious that you can’t help but mirror it with one yourself. His arms pull you slightly closer to him as your gaze fixates itself on his lips. His plush and pink lips that seem to be oh so kissable. You brush your own against his softly, before withdrawing from him slightly.

Before you have the chance to repeat the motion, Mikey quickly changes your position. You are now lying down on the cold, but surprisingly smooth surface. The blond leans in closer, so close that your noses are brushing and your hot breaths are mixing together. You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in response to how intensely he is looking at you.

However, instead of being met by a long and sensual kiss as you were expecting, only a light peck grazes your lips. A pregnant pause soon follows, and suddenly you are attacked by a dozen kisses. Giggles escape your lips as his thin nimble fingers run along your clothed body to tickle you. You gasp as you try to fill your lungs with much needed air, but Mikey is having none of it.

“W—Wait, Manji-,” you try to speak up as tears continuously stream down your cheeks from all the uncontrollable laughter. “Hmm? What was that?” The male teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Stah—stop!" You manage to choke out, sighing in relief as the male finally gets off of you. He lays himself beside you, his coal-black eyes filled with adoration, making you flush red. You love the way he gazes at you, his expression portraying nothing but pure bewitchment, looking absolutely smitten.

You lie like this for a while, the cold breeze pushing past the both of you. The temperature seems to have gone a few degrees lower, causing you to shiver. You start blowing into your palms, which you have cupped and placed in front of your face. It doesn’t help much, however, and you are about to ask Mikey if he wants to go back.

You sit up, but stop yourself from voicing your question as you feel something soft and fluffy wrap around your neck. Peering down, you are met by strikingly vibrant red. You didn’t even notice at what point your boyfriend had gotten up. A pair of ecstatic giggles escape your lips as the familiar sensation of long ash blonde strands soon fall over your shoulder.

Mikey is hugging you tightly from behind, face tucked into his red scarf that is now securely wrapped around your neck. Half lidded eyes peering up at you from the soft, ticklish fabric, blonde locks falling down his face, making it slightly obscured. He looks surprisingly snuggly like this, pliant even.

“Feeling warm now?” His voice is slightly muffled, but you still somehow manage to catch onto what he’s saying. A small smile grazes your lips at the thought of how cute he is right now. He arches an eyebrow at how suspicious you’re looking, but doesn’t question it further.

It takes a few more minutes until Mikey’s phone begins to ring. Draken’s gruff voice, appearing from the other side. There is a smile on your boyfriend’s face, as he tells you that Ken-chin was nice enough to still buy him some dorayaki. The aforementioned sounds annoyed, but you both are aware that it’s just an act and that he doesn’t actually mean it.

Then Mikey gets up and stretches his sore limbs before lending you his hand. When you reach out, your stomach rumbles, urging the both of you to giggle in sync. You hear some distant sounds of barking dogs and furrow your eyebrows as you don’t seem to find any nearby, despite how close the sounds are.

Mikey watches you with concern, his mouth moving, but his voice sounding too far away for you to understand. You close your eyes briefly and try to concentrate on his words, but they only become less coherent for you to understand.

Suddenly the noises around you became clearer, but it wasn’t his voice. It was the barks of the dogs that you could not find beforehand. It was the sound of rushing water from the ocean. It was the rustling leaves that had fallen on the ground, following the whims of the winds.

You swallowed thickly, a heavy feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Eyes stinging as tears, once again, threatened to spill. This time, however, cheeks and lashes remained completely dry, as you refused to shed any more.

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sleepytime-fics · 2 years ago

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Whatever You Do, Don't Get Attached - Chapter 3

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

Previous 💚 Next

The fact that the kid from school didn’t run away screaming was very, very strange to April.

Actually, the more that April thought about it, they were pretty strange in general. Not to be offensive, of course. But it was strange enough to have April wondering about them while laying on her bed, instead of doing her homework.

…

Those brutes were kicking their butts, and everyone knew it. Leo was on the ground, Mikey and Raph were all beaten up, and Donnie was still smashed into the rubble. But worst of all, they were all coming for the weird little dog thing that April was currently carrying.

Backing away, April kept her gaze on the strange armored men. What surprised her, though, was when one of them turned around to grab something. She tensed up, afraid of what it could possibly be.

Ew! No, it was wriggling! No way she was dealing with that, nope! April narrowed her eyes, and grimaced as it slowly came into the light. It was… fuzzy? No, wait, that’s rope. Did they have some wild, rabid animal? Oh, they were done for. She held the creature tighter, anticipating to get mauled by a small bear or something when she got a clearer sight of it.

Wait… that’s not a bear!

oh.

That’s a person. Phew. Wait…

They had a person?!

April gasped loudly, flinching as the person was knocked unconscious by a large fist to the head.

“Uhh… Guys?! I think we have another problem!” She alerted the others,slowly backing away. If they didn’t hesitate to knock someone out, would they hesitate with the rest of them?

“I swear if there’s another- HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE!” Donnie exclaimed as he sat up slowly. He grimaced, noticing how the person hung limp over the shoulder of one of the brutes.

“Huh…? Oh, they’ve got a human… Nice…” Leo muttered out, winded from his crashing onto the ground.

“THEY’VE GOT A WHAT?!” Raph exclaimed suddenly, springing to his feet before immediately falling over again. Mikey quickly followed suit, but he managed to stay balanced.

“It is simple. Give us little creature. If yes, we only smash you eh… tiny bit!” The first brute offered, holding up his thumb and pointer finger a small distance from each other to emphasize. “But not, we smash you large bit! And tall creature, too.” He continued, making his hand into a crushing fist. The group gulped, now more intimidated than ever. Except for Leo, who was still a bit loopy.

“Man… they are ugly.” The aforementioned turtle chuckled, making everyone’s attention turn to him. Including the brutes. Gulping, he tried to himself as he attempted to slink away. Unsurprisingly, the brutes began to march towards him. Looks like Leo wasn’t escaping their beatings this time.

…

April sighed, rolling over in bed. Leo had complained the entire time she saw him the next day. She was going to mess those brutes up the next time she saw them. And not to avenge Leo, no, but for putting her through all of his wailing.

She pulled out her phone, sighing as she opened up Leo’s contact. He may be more annoying than a toddler who got told that they couldn’t call Dora the explorer, but she did care about him and his well being.

She quickly typed up a question to Leo, asking him how he’s doing. She chuckled to herself, feeling a bit of amused pity for the brothers. If she was only there for a few hours, how would Mikey, Raph, and Donnie be doing?

As she sent her text, a cyan-cased phone pinged with a new text.

…

Leo had finally begun to rest, something he was quite eager to get. But when his phone buzzed, he groaned as he reached over to see who texted him. He blinked a bit in surprise when he saw April’s contact… he thought her sleep schedule was better than his.

4th Month: Your shell still messed up? April asked him, letting a small chuckle escape him. He situated himself on his bed, quickly typing up a reply: Nothing I can’t handle. Just the cost of being a hero

Leo sighed, lowering his phone. He had been a hero today, right? Or was it just that strange cat-dog thing? He liked to think that he helped save that person… Why else would they help him?

…

"We can still catch these lame-o paper crooks, and be heroes." Leo said, trying to convince his brothers. He could tell that they were discouraged, and it was reasonable, they had just gotten beaten by the lamest thieves around. But they couldn’t just give up so easily! He couldn’t let them. He gulped a bit, wondering for a moment on what he could do next.

"He's uhh… he's right, you know…" A voice suddenly spoke up. He looked over in the direction of the voice, and blinked in surprise as he noticed the person they had saved from the other day was… still there? They had seemed pretty afraid of them back then, were they only shaken up a bit?

"Just because you failed one time, doesn't mean it's over…You still have another chance. Don't let failure hold you back… ya'know?" They continued, looking a bit nervous. So, he was right, they’re still scared. But as he looked closer, they didn’t actually seem afraid of them… so what was it? He at least felt a bit better about that.

"Well, that's going to be hard, that was the last paper store in town." Donnie muttered from behind him, making Leo’s attention turn back towards his brother. Slowly, he gained a smirk as he got another idea.

"Hmmm or… was it?" He said, going into that classic thinking position.

"Yeah it was uhh, I literally just said that." Donnie said, making Leo playfully roll his eyes.

“Well, I think we could change that.” Leo crouched down to the ground, closer to Donnie and Raph as they sat on the ground. He waved Mikey over, and was yet again surprised as the new person followed behind his little brother. Nonetheless, he huddled his brothers together.

As he explained his plan, he couldn’t help but notice how the new person didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

…

Leo was brought back to reality as his phone pinged with a notification. Checking it again, he saw that April had replied to him.

4th Month: Oh yes, that seems so stressful. Go get your well earned beauty sleep, oh great hero

Leo smiled, reacting to the text with a thumbs up before turning his phone off again. Maybe he should try and sleep again.

woops surprise update! (its an intermission because its all i wanna do rn)

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queewp · 2 years ago

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So, about your Infected Space AU, does that mean the turtles(Raph, Leo, Don, and Mikey) aren't brothers? Or, they are, but the two of them got infected just recently without having the rest knowing?

This somehow reminds me of a folktale I heard that came from other countries, of fae taking a newborn human child, and replace them with a changeling. I'm not sure whether I'm on spot though.

Your AU is pretty interesting.

They're all brothers!! Raph and Leo just got infected :)

I have drafted the actual scene- its just kinda bad and i plan on rewriting it lol:

They entered another door, Leo muttered to himself as he looked around. Disinfecting sprayed them, suddenly covering their visors in a thin layer of liquid. At least the place was somewhat intact. Raph huffed, shaking his head in an attempt to wipe it off. The doors opened again, leading down a hall with a glowing floor. From inspecting it, Leo realized it was above a large pool of magma. Leo shuddered at the thought of falling in and quickly shuffled forward. They entered another room, this one actually having a light source inside of it.

Leo grumbled when he yet again, found no one. “You’d expect a place as large as this to have at least a dozen people,” Leo complained, turning his flashlight off, and letting his helmet compact back into the suit. Raph grunted, placing the box down on a table and doing the same. He was pretty glad when he could see clearly again.

“Maybe they’re all in one spot?” Raph said, trying to sound hopeful, his voice sounding alot more organic than it had previously.

Leo rolled his eyes, fists clenching. “I doubt that. There’s literally dust forming on this table, I don’t think they’ve been here in a bit.” Raph winced at the annoyance in Leo’s voice. “This is stupid! Why are we even in here right now, we should’ve left when we found no one at the gates!” He yelled, turning around swiftly. Raph’s eyes widened when a glass cylinder started to topple.

“Leo- the glass!” Leo turned around and managed to save the glass from falling off the table. They both let out a sigh of relief, as he went to place it back. Ting. Something sounded, as another glass container fell over. Both watched in horror as it played dominos with the other fragile-looking objects on the table, and as dozens of items smashed to the ground. Liquid splashed onto the floor, and oddly shaped blobs laid on the floor.

The sound of glass shattering soon stopped, and the eerie silence of the place returned. They turned to look at the mess they made, a worried frown spreading over Raph’s features.

“What are we supposed to do? Clean it up?” Raph asked, taking a step away from the mess.

Leo rolled his eyes. “No one’s here anyways. These experiments must be ages old anyways. Let’s just leave.” Leo turned his back from the glass when he suddenly felt something slam against his back.

He let out a surprised yelp as he turned around to try and get it off, the creature slipping away from his grasp and sliding closer to his face. He gasped, as Raph tore the attacker from him, struggling to keep it in his hands. Whatever it was, it was dark pink, gooey, and deformed. It had tentacle-like limbs wriggling around, and it was producing a loud, high-pitched squealing. Raph screamed as it escaped from his grasp, launching itself onto his face.

Leo's breath stuttered in his throat before he finally realized what was happening. He sprinted forward, tackling Raph in an attempt to get the creature off. It slipped through his fingers multiple times before he pried it off of Raph’s eye. It screeched, clinging onto his arm, an acute pain coming from where it was. He yelled, slamming it to the ground and backing away.

He watched as the tiny monster tried to regain its composure, but was instantly interrupted when Raph’s boot smashed it. He stomped on it again, the movements of the creature soon stopped to a halt.

#infected space au #rottmnt #rise leo #rise raph #theyre a lil dumb #black hole generating toaster frfr #ask #answered #rise of tmnt #2018 tmnt

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 7 months ago

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Homeward - Hope

They'd stolen the stupid talisman for Bishop. They'd injected Donny with the cure, slung him over Leatherhead's shoulder, and ran for their getaway copter. As the sandy brown of Nevada slowly gave way to green fields and rolling hills below them, heading back to the city they called home, Raph's attention was square on something else. Something so much more important.

Singed and exhausted, Leatherhead had gently rolled Donny's limp body onto the bench, and they'd all crowded around with fear and concern in their eyes, nervous hands fiddling with their weapons straps.

Splayed out before them, bulky and big and wrong, Don's chest rose and fell, slowly, deeply. Raph knew his brother inside and out, knew how he moved and spoke and breathed. His heart hurt. The discomfort, the stress, it built up in his chest and his fists and he wanted to scream and he wanted to punch and he couldn't do either. He grabbed his sai with jittery fingers and started spinning them, instead.

"He's not…" turning back, they could all hear the unspoken words that Mikey swallowed behind tightly pressed lips. What was all this for, if they hadn't fixed him?

"The cure will take time," Leatherhead assured them. "Much like the initial stage of the secondary mutation, it has to travel through his circulatory system, triggering the chain reaction of mutation reversal cell by cell. Perhaps by the time we arrive in New York…"

…yeah. Okay.

Raph could wait. He could. He kept watch as Don began to shrink, inch by painful inch. He didn't look away for a single second.

Master Splinter settled next to Donny's big, heavy head, lifting it into his tiny lap with a little help from Leo, running his hands over the curve of his skull, all the way down his newly elongated snout. Trying to comfort him through the painful grunts that Don couldn't help but make, even dead asleep, as his muscles contorted and cramped.

Mikey turned around to sit himself next to the end of the bench, leaning back against it and hugging his knees to his chest, chattering away with an undercurrent of nervous anxiety and adrenaline crash. It was clear even he, himself, wasn't listening to the words coming out of his mouth.

Leo seemed still as a frigid lake as he moved to help Leatherhead with the various medical doodads Don had stashed in the copter, but Raph could see his slow, deliberate breaths out his nose, the pale green of his tightly pressed lips. Leo was pushing down his own feelings, and once they were on solid ground and Donny was safe, they were going to boil over.

Raph grit his teeth. He spun his sai. Around and around and around, like the copter's blades beating above them, drawing them ever closer to home.

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[Where it all started.]

[more to come.]

-Jix

#ggth!au drabble #JixWrites #ggth!au #2k3 tmnt au

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truths33k3r4 · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 5 - Raph's Bad Student

Leo rushed through the Med Bay like a complete madman. His mind raced as his hands pulled a new layer of medical cloth onto the surgical table centered in the middle of the room. He both mentally and literally went over his checklist of all the things he'll need for the procedure of removing an object from deep under the skin: rubbing alcohol, tweezers, his magnifying glass, scalpel, and three or four syringes filled with lidocaine to numb the area of the incision.

Leo paused and took a moment to breathe, lifting his hands up when he inhaled and back down with the exhale. He closed his eyes and mentally prepared for what he needed to do.

A light snicker escaped his mouth as he visited an old memory.

' The last time I was this freaked out, I was re-locating Mikey's ankle..It was a miracle he didn't get a concussion that day..'

Leo jolted harshly as a loud thud echoed from the hall.

'...- SPEAKING OF DANGER-PRONE MIKEY-' Leo volted over the surgical table, blowing the flimsy medical cloth to the floor. Leo stopped midway through the doorway to turn and see his now UNprepared surgical table.

' WHY THE HECK DID I DO THAT. ' He complained to himself, as he leapt to the table, threw out the now UNsanitary cloth, and replaced it.

' There we go. ' Leo smiled at his newly RE-prepared workspace, then slowly backed away with his hands in the air.

" STAYyyyyyyyyyyyy. "

At the moment he returned to the doorway he bolted down the hall to where the crash had emanated from: The kitchen.

. . .

" WHAT HAPPENED????????" Leo shouted as he dramatically burst through the door connecting the hall and kitchen. " WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?? AND WAS MIKEY'S ANKLE INVOLVED AT ALL???"

As his eyes registered the sight before him, his tense posture loosened and his face became twisted with annoyance.

On the ground lay Mikey, thrashing and screaming, as Raphael hovered above holding down Mikey's arms. A long thread of spit lowered from Raph's mouth over Mikey's face.

" RAPHAEL, LET MIKEY GO NOW. " Leo ordered. Then his expression changed into a smirk. "... Unless you're just teaching a lesson.." Leo's tone now read as 'oldest brother' instead of ' leader', "..to someone who should KNOW BETTER than to tick you off. "

His gaze fell onto Mikey, expecting either an apology or an explanation. Mikey's eyes refused to keep contact with Leo's, which pretty much gave Leo his answer. He shrugged, then encouragingly patted Raph's shoulder as he began walking to the door.

" You may continue your lesson. "

Raph's eyebrows tightened and he stared down at Mikey with his most horrifying smile he could muster.

" Class is in session..."

"- OK!" Mikey verbally retreated, " Ok! OK! I'm sorry! Geez, Raph! It was just a JOKE!! "

Leo turned around to see what Raph would do. If he went too far, Leo would step in, but hopefully the aggression training Sensei has been doing with Raph would prove otherwise successful... Also, Leo was just curious and wanted to see how things would play out.

Raph's eyes, which would normally be engulfed in flame, now cooled as he stood and held out his hand to his brother. Mikey rolled his eyes in defeat, but snuck a tiny smile as he accepted Raph's help off the floor.

" Jerk. "

" Bad student. "

Raph playfully punched Mikey's shoulder and let out a small chuckle.

".. But seriously, if you try a stunt like that again, I'll rip your tongue out. "

Mikey slightly tensed by the threat, but then relaxed and stuck his tongue out mockingly as he walked out of the room.

Leo walked over to Raph's side and slowly clapped between each of his steps.

" Impressive, Raphael. It's nearing noon and you haven't killed Mikey yet. Bravoooo. " He propped himself onto the counter next to Raph and nudged his side. " Good to see your training with Sensei is paying off. "

Raph's shoulders rolled as he turned his eyes away from Leo.

" Yeah, yeah..Guess so. Shut up. " Raph punched Leo pertly as he did ANY time his brothers tried to be mushy with him. Leo winced at the impact, but smiled.

" Ow... Alright, I got to get back to the Med Bay to prep. " Leo pushed himself off the counter and began walking to the door to the hallway. Raph nodded and waved as he too left the kitchen and started on his way to the brother's bedroom.

That's all for now! It's getting late. :)

If you have any questions about my story or characters, I'd love to hear them! You can go ahead and send me an ask or message! :)

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles au #my version of tmnt!!#tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt Mikey

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mythica0 · 2 years ago

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Lee-os weakness

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo

🍫: Donnie

Summary: after discovering that hearing the T-word flusters Leo as much as saying it(while in a lee mood, anyway) does to him, Donnie decides to mess with his twin

A/N: thank you to @someone1348 for the title idea! Nope you all enjoy!

Lee-os weakness

‘Hang on. That’s new.’ Donnie thought to himself.

Donnie had just been.. ahem.. attacked.. by Angelo. Then, he had said:

“Why did you have to tickle me?”

Mikey just smiled and didn’t answer, which wasn’t the new thing he did that all the time, no. What was new, was that Leo, who was walking by the door at the time, froze.

And, although Donnie couldn’t really tell for certain from this far way, he could almost swear that his twin was blushing.

After a second, Leo seemed to shake himself out of something and walked away. But that moment made Donnie curious.

‘He can definitely say the word, I’ve experienced that firsthand…. But has anyone ever used it on him?’

He didn’t think anyone had. Mayhaps, hearing the word from other people flustered Leo instead of saying it.

Donnie smirked. He was going to have fun today.

———————

Donnie was being mean.

All day, Leo heard it. Every time, from his twins mouth.

“I’m tickled that you would think so.”

“Well? Does that tickle your fancy?”

“Ha! Im tickled pink!”

Aaaaand so on, so forth.

It felt like every. time. Leo was in the same room as the soft shell, the word came out of his mouth. It was unbearable! (*cough* and putting him in a tremendous Lee mood *cough*)

At first, Leo didn’t think it was on purpose. Until eventually he saw the smirk on Donnie’s face, and knew he knew what he was doing.

And it was mean.

The next time it happened, Leo decided to take action.

After Donnie said it , again, Leo spoke up.

“Will you stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” Donnie smirked.

‘Oh, he is way too proud of himself’

“You know exactly what you’re doing! Don’t play dumb!”

Donnie once again feigned innocence.

“I truly have no idea what you’re talking about Nardo.. care to tell me?”

“You keep saying it!”

“What? You don’t like me talking anymore? Come now, Leo that’s just rude. Unless of course… you mean a specific word?” Donnie dropped the facade.

“A very tiny little word that you seem to love using but can’t handle yourself…. What’s the word again?”

Leo knows what’s about to happen.

“Oh, right! Its… ” Donnie waits a moment, as if trying to draw out Leo’s torture.

“….Tickle. Isn’t it?”

And, instantly Donnie is confirmed right, as pink spreads across Leo’s face and he closes his eyes.

“But, hey, don’t worry, Leon.”

Leo peeked open his eyes at the comment, just to see a smug grin on Donnie’s face.

“I have follow through.”

And with no further warning, Donnie pulled Leo close to him, and began scratching all across his shell.

Leo immediately broke down into child-like laughter.

“Aww, is this tickling your funny bone?”

“Stahahahap thahahat!”

“Why should I? I know you love this. Tickletickletickletickletickle!”

Leo was redder than Raph’s mask at this point, giggling enough to fill the whole lair with the noise.

‘Why does this tickle so much?! And why does it feel so good?’

Leo asked himself. But hey, no need to worry. He thinks he’s just gonna laugh, for now.

Then, Donnie moves to his underarms. A pretty bad spot for the slider.

“DOHONnie!”

“Thats my name, yes?”

Donnie rolled his eyes at the lack of response, before finally moving to Leo’s death spot- his thighs.

“WAHAHAIT! DHAHAHANNIE! EE!” Leo all but screamed.

Only a few seconds later, Leo was calling for mercy. Donnie obliged, getting up to go grab his twin a glass of water.

After Leo could breathe again, Donnie smiled.

“Have fun?”

Leo, to exhausted and giggle-high to deny it, nodded slightly.

“Good,” Donnie started, then finished with a wink.

“Looks like I found Lee-os weakness, huh?”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

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asirensrage · 11 months ago

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Find The Words!

I got tagged by @residentdormouse in this. Thanks! This is going to be fun! I tried to keep it to things I haven't posted or shared yet.

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story of you want. But honestly, guidelines at best - do what you want.

My words to find: White, Cold, Snow, Frost, Ice, Gloves, Hat, Cocoa (or Tea), Blanket, Snuggle/cuddle (or any variation of this)

No pressure tags: @chickensarentcheap @ninjasawakenedmystar @mabonetsamhain @arrthurpendragon @faithfire-writes @starcrossedjedis and anyone else interested.

Your words: Deception, Ship, Register, Bike, Chair, Leather, Record, Dog, Cream, Gun.

White - (from my Demon Slayer wip The Sacrifice....)

“Apologies,” a woman says. “You did not hear me.” The woman is tiny, dressed with a white coat and a large butterfly clip in her hair. It’s easy to assume she’s the doctor but she looks as though she could blow away in the wind.

Cold - (from my Tokyo Revengers wip Saudade)

Takara ties the laces together and tries not to wince as her feet quickly get cold. She hangs the roller blades around the back of her neck, letting them rest just under her arms. It’s not going to be comfortable, but since Mikey had basically demanded she comply, he could deal with them digging into his back for all she cared.

Snow - (from my original wip for a Divergent isekai oc Quest)

Since Groucho won’t talk to me, I whistle as we walk. If it happens to be the whistle song from Snow White…well that’s on Groucho here. A muscle in his jaw is twitching by the time we reach the kitchen. “Hey Ram! How much did these people eat today?” I call out. The not Steve Rogers looks over at me. He still looks like he’s going to cut me.

Frost - from the wip part 3 of Unexpected Company - my oc Emma and Eddie Munson)

“You’re not half bad.” “No?” “I didn’t attempt to pierce my eardrums with a fork, so no.” “Well that would be a shame,” he says. “Might not be invited back with that kind of trauma in the audience.” “You could say it was visual effects.” “Even when you’re in the hospital?” “All part of the act.” He laughs at that. “Quite an act, Frost. Maybe you should head to Hollywood.” “Can’t,” she says. “Banned. Too many deals with the devil there.”

Ice - (I just wrote this earlier today for my Tokyo Revengers oc Takara)

She eventually skids to a stop, feeling more like herself. Her mother had forced her into ice skating in return for playing hockey. She never thought it would work like this. The repeated motions work better than any therapy.

Gloves - (from my My Hero Academia wip Dig My Grave (take my hand))

Sayuri sits on the ground, letting the cold seep in through the floor. Eri is fast asleep on the bed, drained from the experiments done on her. Every time she closes her eyes, she hears Eri’s screams. She sees the way the girl was bound in that chair, Kai leaning over her and taking his gloves off as his man drew blood. Fury rolls through her. She’s getting the kid out. No matter what.

Hat - ...apparently the only mention I've ever written of a hat was Hoppers in Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and I already posted those scenes...

Cocoa (or Tea) - (I also don't write cocoa...but I do write about tea. At least in my MHA fic...)

Sayuri stares at the small animal that makes up UA’s principal. “Yes, please.” She watches carefully as he pours out tea for both of them before he takes his cup and sits back. Sayuri picks her cup up with her left hand and carefully sips it. It’s light. “How are you finding your accommodations?”

Blanket - (from a Sons of Anarchy fic I started and haven't gone back to yet lol)

The phone was ringing. Again. Her hand shot out from under the covers, smacking down on the nightstand before rummaging around, trying to find it. She yanked it free of the charger as she pulled it under the blanket and answered. “Hello?” she asked, wondering who the hell was calling her. “Dad’s dead.” That woke her up. “What?” “Dad’s dead. Police just called. Apparently, he still had me listed as an emergency contact.” “God damn it.” She shoved the blanket down and sat up. “Okay. I’m up. Sort of.” She pushed her hair back before running a hand down her face. “Now what?”

Snuggle/Cuddle - (I could only find this in a SPN fic I wrote AGES ago and only posted on ffn, so here...)

"Alright! Magic Fingers!" Dean exclaimed and I turned to raise an eyebrow at him before moving to the bed furthest from the door. "Right, have fun snuggling on that bed." I tossed my bag on the bed and turned to see Sam and Dean sharing awkward looks before playing rock paper scissors. "Son of a bitch!" Dean muttered with a longing glance at the bed. Sam won.

#long post #wips #my writing #writing tag games

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mej2235 · 2 years ago

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A little gift for @wandering-ghost

Consider this propaganda for the Ghost Leo AU in @rottmnt-au-summit

For context, this is Ghost Leo’s POV and the ‘Other’ turtles are my Sewer AU turtles!

Leo twiddled his thumbs in his lap as he kicked his tiny legs that had never had the chance to grow. Looking around the arena, all the little ghost child could see were these other versions of himself and his family, turtles of different shapes and sizes, some wearing clothes, others taking after his own family and sticking with the traditional belts. Leo wished he could join in, finally wear that belt Mikey made just for him or maybe even wear a pretty dress! He had seen so many pretty ones on TV or in those Princess magazines April would bring Raph, but Leo would always be forced to remain in his rad shirt. It could be a lot worse, Leo supposed, at least he still had his bandana, a reminder that he was still part of his family.

He was glad that seemed to be true for most versions of him and his family, versions that he was watching laugh and play music together in this ‘Battle of the Bands’.

…

Leo sniffled as he watched his own siblings play together, Mikey screaming as Raph pushed him away from the guitar with one hand. He wanted that, he wanted that so bad-

A churr came from Leo’s left.

The little slider wiped the tears from his eyes as he turned to be face to face with a much larger red eared slider, only a fraction of an inch from his own face. Leo took a deep breath in, an unnecessary habit Mikey had taught him on bad days, days when Leo was forcefully reminded he wasn’t part of this world. The other Leo tilted his head at Leo with a coo and Leo giggled, almost able to pretend that someone other than his baby brother (who wasn’t really a baby anymore, was he? Whereas Leo…).

“Hi,” Leo whispered quietly, almost as if he was afraid his unhearable voice would scare the other.

Much to Leo’s surprise, Other Leo’s eyes brightened and he chirped, “Hi!”

Leo blinked.

And then he blinked again.

And, for a third time, he blinked.

“Did-“ there was no way- Leo glanced over his shoulder, but there was no one there, “Did you just say hi to me?”

The little slider pointed at his chest and Other Leo chirped at him, sitting back as he grinned at the much smaller turtle. Leo refused to get his hopes up, but he stood up on the bench anyway, turning so his whole body faced the larger turtle. The two sliders stared into each other’s eyes, unblinking, completely ignorant of the war being waged in the background.

Other Leo blinked first.

“I win!” Leo cheered, fist punching the air, and, to his surprise, the turtle in front of him groaned. He couldn’t believe it. After over a decade, someone other than Mikey could see him. Leo had no idea how to process that and chuckled, “You really can see me,” the turtle burst out into hysterical laughter, ignoring the faint sensation of tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands covered his mouth, “Someone sees me.”

Other Leo whined in distress as he watched Leo fall apart. For once, someone could see him and the first thing Leo did was breakdown. He pulled his hands from his mouth, the shaking limbs reaching out to this physically older him’s face. Leo didn’t know why, but he was so scared- he hadn’t touched anyone besides Mikey in so long and this was him. Someone he could have been.

Other Leo frowned and crooned, pressing his face into Leo’s hands. Unlike the way Leo’s skin tingled with would-be ghost bumps when Mikey made physical contact with Leo, his skin buzzed with warmth and Leo melted against the other turtle.

Was this how cuddling his family was supposed to feel?

“Oh, you’re warm,” Leo leaned against the older turtle, ignoring every lesson about stranger danger Dad would try to talk into their heads, not that it ever really affected Leo, “This is nice.”

Other Leo churred, a rumble Leo could feel throughout his body and he melted into the other turtle’s hug, completely ignorant of how he was picked up and carried away. No one had ever picked him up before in his memory- Mikey couldn’t handle the cold contact long enough to try.

The taller turtle laid down and placed the ghost on his plastron. A shadow fell over the duo of Leos and Leo glanced up, only to be met with a Raph. He blinked up at the bottom of his older brother’s chin, listening to him and Other Leo grumble and coo at each other.

“Okayyyy,” Leo looked at Other Leo, “This is nic-WHOA!”

Leo flinched as Other Raph curled around the two Leos pulling them into his plastron and Leo’s arm went through it, turning the warmth to ice. He shivered and pulled his arms close to his body, glancing across the stadium again. To his surprise, his own siblings were now only a handful of feet away, despite Leo now being further from their stage where they were supposed to be performing.

“-and you’re sure he didn’t take anything?”

“Of courssse not!” Other Donnie was not happy with Raph’s accusation, “My brother doesssn’t sssteal!”

Other Mikey put his hand on the Other Donnie’s shoulder and stepped forward, crossing his arms, “Was anything even missing?”

“A ring,” Donnie crossed his arms and glared at the other two.

The two alternate turtles looked at each other and then back at Leo’s brothers. They stared for a few seconds before bursting out into maniacal laughter.

“Y-you-“ the alternate softshell cackled loudly, “thought our brother ssstole a ring?”

Other Mikey wiped some tears from his eyes, “You clearly don’t know us. If it’s not a comic or a blanket or supplies, he won’t touch it.”

The two alternate turtles continued to laugh as Leo’s brothers turned red, all except Mikey who was looking straight at him. Leo met Mikey’s eyes and waved. Mikey shook his head and waved back. He looked over at his older brothers still arguing with the other turtles, before glancing at Leo with a smirk that Leo had personally helped his little brother cultivate as they worked on his mischief making skills. The box turtle rolled his hand, a movement that Mikey had worked tirelessly to perfect after discovering Leo’s love of magic and misdirection, leaving the slider staring at his brother in barely concealed excitement; this was going to be good!

Mikey revealed a small blue ring in his hand and winked. Leo covered his mouth and giggled. He felt Other Leo shift under him and coo at Mikey.

“YOUR MIKEY HAS THE RING!” Other Donnie yelled, pointing at Leo’s brother who suddenly looked very nervous. “And you dare to accuse my brother of thievery! How dare you-“

Leo tuned out the rambling from the other version of his Donnie to give his full attention to his own brothers.

“Mikey,” Raph placed a hand on Mikey’s shoulder, smiling in a way that reminded Leo of just before Dr. Delicate Touch would make an appearance, “why are we accusing other us of stealing a ring you have?”

The box turtle picked at his nails,” I… forgot I had it?”

Raph pinned him with a look, “Is that a question or an answer?”

Mikey didn’t bother to answer verbally and shrugged under his older brother’s hands. Leo watched Raph sigh and turn around to apologise for what had happened, Donnie completely uninterested with the scene now that it didn’t involve him. Mikey, on the other hand, approached Leo and his new friends, skipping over toward them.

Other Raph did not like that and growled at Leo’s brother, not slightly irritated or fondly exasperated like a Raph growl should be, no, this one was filled with aggression. That was not how a Raph growl should be, especially at family.

“No!” Leo scolded, reaching up to hit Other Raph’s chin, ignoring how his nonexistent scale turn to ice shards. “That’s Mikey! Don’t growl at Mikey!”

Other Raph blinked down at him and, for a moment, Leo was terrified. He’d never seen such an empty gaze directed his way, but it only lasted a few seconds as Other Raph looked up at the chittering Other Leo. From a few feet away, Leo heard a sigh of relief and watched his brother visibly relax nearby. Leo may not be able to be injured, but Mikey had always been a worrier, no matter how much Leo reminded him he would always be fine.

You can’t die twice.

Mikey did not appreciate that joke.

Leo gasped as his current bed stumbled toward Mikey, an annoyed grumble escaping Other Leo as he playfully hissed at Other Raph. The much larger turtle rolled his eyes and settled down, retuning to his nap, even if Leo was sure that was all an act. No way was Mr. Overprotective Aggression not keeping an eye on them.

Other Leo placed him on his hip, giving Leo full view of both sets of siblings as they approached Mikey. The taller slider stopped in front of Mikey, grinning up at him with a chirp.

“Yours?” Other Leo held Leo out by the armpits, much to the ghost child’s amusement.

Leo looked up at Mikey, noting how he was being held at shoulder level to Mikey. He glanced over his shoulder at Other Leo and back again at Mikey. Wow. Other Leo was the same height as Mikey. Would he have been that tall if-

Nope. Not thinking about that right now. Focus on your new friends and family, Leo.

“He can see you,” Mikey’s voice was faint, almost nonexistent, fingers raising as if to graze Leo’s cheeks, but they stopped short, unwilling to send ice down both their spines, “he can actually see you, Leo!”

“And he’s warm!” Leo reached out and grabbed his brother’s hand, “So we can be warm too!”

“Y-yeah!” Mikey’s voice wobbled, but he continued to smile, grip tightening around Leo’s hand slightly, We’ll figure it out.”

“Who is he talking to?” Leo looked over his brother’s shoulder at Other Donnie.

“No one,” Raph sighed and Leo frowned as his no longer beating heart ached. He knew Raph couldn’t see him, but that was just rude.

Other Leo hissed at Raph, taking the others by surprise, “Little Leo no no one!”

“Little…” Other Mikey murmured, “Your Leo is smaller and invisible?! Why didn’t you tell us Leo kidnapped your brother?!”

“Scoff,” Donnie was mad and not the mad which could be used to get him out of the lab, but the dangerous mad that meant you needed to keep an eye out for anti-turtle lasers, “Hard to kidnap someone that’s dead.”

Silence.

A hiccup broke it. Then another and then a third until the sobs refused to be held back and tears that didn’t exist began to pour down false cheeks. He blubbered away as Other Leo cooed and pulled him against his chest. He didn’t even notice as Other Raph pulled them into his arms, hiding himself in the comfort the warm embrace and rumbling purrs gave him.

“You made Leo cry!” Mikey stomped up to their purple clad brother, stabbing him in the chest with a finger, “What kind of brother does that?”

“One that doesn’t delude himself with fantasies of playing with said dead brother!” Leo flinched and the rumbling grew in volume.

“YOU FUC-“

“What sort of brother doesn’t trust their brother’s judgement?” Other Mikey placed a hand on Mikey’s shoulder as he stepped in front of him, “What sort of brother berates another on how they cope and doesn’t help him?”

Other Donnie folded their arms as they stepped in front of the two Mikeys, “What sssort of Donatello ignoresss the evidence right in front of them?”

They looked over their shoulder at Other Mikey who nodded and grinned at Mikey, “Go ‘hug it out’ with your Leo. You both look like you could use it. We’ll just have a quick little chat with your brothers. Dr. Feelings loves a challenge.”

Mikey quickly retreated over to Leo and his new friends in their cuddle pile. Unlike before, Other Raph didn’t growl and pulled Mikey into the pile. Leo giggled at his brother’s wide eyes as he squirmed to try and escape, only to realise there was none. Mikey was stuck, with Leo and his new friends.

Leo wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and basked in the warmth surrounding him. If he focused on his little bubble, he could ignore the yelling nearby.

Leo really hoped Other Donnie would get them to understand. He missed his brothers.

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niilue · 3 years ago

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Hello🤍

Can’t stop thinking about giving small cock mikey his first blowjob

ෆ ִ ׁ sub mikey

cw: dom reader, gender nautral, blowjob, small cock mikey, whiny mikey, gender neutral

thanks for the 800+ followers, i love u guys!

this was so long in my messages, sorry anon :( ♡

thinking about how loud and whiny mikey would be about his first blowjob on his cute little dick.

mikey would be so excited but also very embarrassed that you wanted to suck his little cock.

"relax doll, you are so cute." you would say caressing his little face and kissing his red cheeks. "i'll make you feel so good, ok?

mikey would slowly shake his head in approval. he would lift up his shirt and hold it with his teeth, while you would pull down his pants and leave him in his underwear. even with a couple of strokes mikey's dick was already a little hard, although it wasn't too noticeable because it was so small ♡. how cute, you thought.

aaaa look i haven't even touched you well and you're already like this, i can't imagine when i put it all in my mouth, and I will do it because you're so tiny.

you massaged with your fingers his tip over his underwear, noticing how with each caress the garment was getting wetter and wetter. mikey's uncontrollable stifled moans were starting to become very loud so you had to tell him to lower his voice a little, because they could be heard. they were locked in a bathroom cubicle and there could be other people. so he just nodded his head frenetically while with the palm of his hand he hid his whimpering.

"aaaa mikey, look at you, you're all wet and hard now, but even though you're so hard you're still so tiny…" with your hand you grabbed his member and almost completely hid it. "look how cute he is." you said teasingly as you gently tapped his cock to see it bounce.

mikey's face was red and his eyes were watery, i don't know if it was from pleasure or embarrassment, maybe both. you licked your lips and smiled sympathetically at the boy to take his whole member into your mouth.

"mmhng" mikey let out a big moan as your mouth sucked on his cock.

It was literally so small that it fit completely in your mouth with no problem, although you did gag a little if you tried to take it deeper into your throat. mikey was a mess, holding on to the bathroom door as his feet began to twist in pleasure.

"(name), i'm coming, i can't, it feels so good." you had only just started and he was about to cum, you rolled your eyes and kept sucking, going in again and again, using your tongue to lick it all up. "aah (name), please."

you looked boredly at his face while you were still with his cock completely in your mouth. mikey seemed to have a shock at that instant because he covered his mouth to keep from screaming as he pulled your head away from his cock to start squirting cum all over the bathroom floor. he had cum with only a few sucks. it was so intense for him that he fell to his knees on the floor as the strands of cum slid down his still hard cock.

he was embarrassed you could see it on his face all red and he avoided looking at you, as he reached for some paper to wipe himself, his hands were shaking and he looked like he was going to cry. he looked so cute and perfect to ruin it even more. "i'm sorry (name), it was too good and i came too fast, we should go now."

you grabbed him by the cheeks and said. can i blow you again?

#mikey #tokyo revengers sub #sub tokyo revengers #dom reader #sub mikey #sub boy #dom!reader #anime smut #sub character #tokyo revengers smut #sano manjiro #manjiro sano sub

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taeyamayang · 3 years ago

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hi! hope you're having a great rest of the week ^-^

if it's not too much could i request for a mikey hc? one where both the reader and him are stubborn eaters but one day the toman gang sees them sharing each other's food happily and they all collectively lose their shit. need some fluff after reading the latest few chapters 😭

🌻

STUBBORN PICKY EATERS

🍙 CHARACTERS: Mikey × Reader

🍙 GENRE: tooth rotting fluff! | mutual pining | pre-relationship

🍙 WARNING: deliberate mentions of food

🍙 wc: 1.2k~

a/n: thank you sunflower anon for requesting and i know you asked for a hc but i can't stop myself from writing ( ╥ω╥ ) and i totally feel you omfg the recent chapters are too csnshs but i do hope this hc turned one shot lifted your spirits even a wee bit! ♡

Mikey’s usual stoic and indifferent facial expression has led strangers astray into believing that this man gives zero shit about anything. When the truth is, he has several unreasonable standards and ways to deal with things. Hence, debunking prior claims because the captain certainly cares about everything.

Among the founders of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Draken being the vice captain has always been the receiving end of Mikey’s petty pursuits—most of which includes his obscure food choices and preferences. Not only he would rather have his food presented in such a way, like how he orders a kiddie meal in restaurants because of the mini flag that comes with it but is also a picky eater.

Similar to you.

You, who would visibly cringe in disgust at the thick and rough texture of beans spreading across your tongue or perhaps the bilious effect of slimy okra sliding through the back of your throat. Thus, mmong the many other things that you and Mikey have in common, this definitely makes the two of you of the same kind.

That is why when Draken and the founders of the Tokyo Manji gang saw you with Mikey perched at the foot of Musashi Shrine with food in each of your hands, they couldn’t believe it. More so, when they see the both of you too immersed in your mini-food adventure that neither of you noticed the captains approaching.

Baji was about to take a step forward, ready to spit out a mockery, when a hand grips around his arm, pulling him back to his place. It was Mitsuya; who, despite his eyes glued to the two of you enjoying your own world, stopped Keisuke from ruining the moment.

“Leave them be.” He says.

As if they understood what each of them was thinking, they all nodded and hummed to themselves.

Frankly, it is amusing to watch Mikey from this unique perspective. A relaxed and unbothered captain of the manji gang whose current concern revolves around the food clasped around your fingers.

“You should try this first.” You speak, but he quickly retorts by saying,

“No, you should try this first.” He raises a dorayaki in his hand. Your face crunches at the sight of the confectioner.

“Are you sure it’s not red bean flavored?” You ask. With the way Mikey’s orbs roll up as he ponders, you already know that the blonde is as clueless as you are.

“Not sure. I bought it myself, pointed my finger at the smoothest brown dorayaki, and call it a day.” Mikey shrugs. He pushes the food nearer to your face.

“Come on, try it. Then, I’ll try yours.”

Mikey insists on feeding you using his hand, swatting your hand away when you try to take the food from him.

“No.” He says, feeding you with a dorayaki filled with god-knows-what.

Without much choice, you crunch your nose as your lids slightly flutter close, leaving a tiny space between your lids just enough for you to see the food that’s about to enter your mouth.

You take a bite, big enough for you to get a taste of what’s inside. And as you chew, the smile on Mikey’s face grew. He waited for you to say something, subtly hoping you would approve his choice on food. But your loud revulsion made his lids peel open in surprise.

“What?!” He questions, eyes round in anticipation.

“IT IS RED BEAN, YOU MORON!” You scream through each agonizing chew. The oddly familiar and disgusting texture of red beans mixes with the soft and sweet flavor of the baked batter. Your grossed-out expression earned a heartful guffaw from the blonde, tipping his head back in laughter as he watches you cringe at every bite.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t red bean! I said I wasn’t sure!” He defends himself between laughs.

The scowl on your face deepened, and you knew it was time for revenge. After swallowing the remains in your mouth, you fish out sweet rice dumplings glazed and charred in soy sauce mix and skewered into a stick.

“Oh no. Mikey, doesn't like Mitarashi Dango.” Draken states and the rest of the captains heard him.

After recovering from laughter, Mikey tilts his head to the side, peering at the food skewered into a stick. The brown scorched glaze rolls as you take it from the box. It slithers to the side as it succumbs to gravity. Instantly, Mikey recoils.

“He hates slimy food,” Mistuya echoes Mikey's thoughts, eyes still fixated on both of you.

"And sweet-savory treats." Draken adds.

“I bet he’ll throw a fit or make a shit ton of excuses to not eat it,” Baji interjects.

“I second that.” Pah-chin nods, scratching his chin as he observes.

But to their surprise, Mikey shuts his eyes close into a thin line. Thereafter, opening his mouth widely and waits for you to feed him the food in your hand. It doesn’t take much convincing for him to agree in eating the Dango even though he was sure that he would hate it.

“No fucking way.” Pah-chin’s bottom lip is on the floor. All confidence that once filled his ego vanishes as he pathetically loses the one-man betting game which he, himself, proposed.

“He’s bewitched!” Baji exclaims.

This time it was your turn to chuckle loudly, basking yourself in pure delight as you witness the leader of the Manji Gang fall for his weakness.

Mikey flinches every time his teeth chomp on the food. Albeit, entertaining you as you watch him have a taste of his own medicine. He was the one who came up with the idea of buying your favorites but obviously, each of you has different tastes and food preferences, so his idea didn’t quite go well.

Your eyes linger on his face, scrutinizing over every crease and curve of his face. The dents remain apparent even after he had swallowed the food.

A soft laugh vibrates from your chest when you catch sight of soy sauce on the corner of his lips. Your thumb pads across the stain, wiping it gently. And as you pull yourself away, you notice his eyes on you.

Suddenly, your heart skips a beat and your insides did stupid things that can only be felt when watching rom-com movies. Your unsteady heartbeat stops you from focusing on the man sitting before you. Fuck this, you thought. You were about to ask him why but his hand was quicker than your words.

He mirrored your action. This thumb reaches the spot below your cheekbone and next to the bridge of your nose. It was affectionate. So, it was only natural for you to feel your heart flutter in fondness, until the reeking smell of sweet red bean filled your nose.

Just when you realize what he did, he roars in laughter. Holding onto his stomach as he looks at you with a streak of red bean filling across your cheek.

He had you fooled.

You call him out in an angry tone. Yelling various profanities and branding him with spiteful nicknames, but his laughter only heightens as you do so. He loves to tease you, so the more you react to his stunts, the more amused and cheerful he becomes. And truthfully, even though you refuse to admit it to yourself, you love seeing him in this light.

“I think he’s in lo-” Draken utters but stops midway when he senses his friends abruptly turning their gazes at him.

“Do I need to say it out loud? I think we have the same thoughts in mind.” He arches a brow up, and a knowing smile plays on his lips.

“Who would have thought? Out of all of us? Mikey??” Mitsuya smiles, shaking his head.

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