#tmnt leo one shot

[tmntxthings]

一∑From the Start・゜・。

author’s notes: scurries in from the darkness, throws this > 💣 < out into the light, and runs back for cover 💥

warnings: unedited, angst, drabble, unrequited love, pining, daydreams, cliffhanger

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When Leo invited you down to the lair to hang out, you had thought maybe it would be a movie thing. Or perhaps even going to the ramp room, chatting while he practiced skateboarding tricks that almost always ended badly with bruises. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dragged you into the kitchen to whip up something to eat or just snack on whatever the two of you could find.

But no, instead, he led you to his room, with a skip in his step. When you questioned why it had to be just the two of you. Why all of his brothers were rolling their eyes in Leo’s direction. He just shook his head, “I can’t tell anyone else! You’re the only one I can trust!” It was then, that you had a sinking feeling.

This scenario had happened before. Many times actually. You glanced back at the bros, exasperated already and you hadn’t even heard anything yet. But you knew.

Once in his room, Leo let go of you, and jumped face first into his bed. He let out a dramatic screech, kicking to boot before he turned to the ceiling and announced, “I’ve got a crush,”

You held back a sigh as you walked over to the only chair in his room. Pulled it out from under the desk, and sat, getting ready for the long haul. “Who and how?”

He really hadn’t even needed the question. He was off to the races explaining exactly how he had met ~them~ and all the moments after, from whence his heart first skipped a beat, the beauty that they hold, how they laugh at all his jokes. Your eyes clouded over.

This was pure torture. As your eyes unfocused, you let your train of thought wander away from Leo’s babbling fancies. Truly you’d lost count of how many times this had happened before. It was always the same things that made his heart flutter. That made him go crazy, so much so, that he’d tire out his brothers from all the lovesick shenanigans and bring you into the mix.

Which was like listening to chalk squeak against a chalkboard. Shrill and grating. If you didn’t tune it out, you’d go crazy yourself. Because it was despicable to listen to your own crush, talk about how much they wanted someone else.

For a second, you could just blink, look over at him, and pretend he wasn’t saying anything of consequence. “Blah blah blah,” his mouth moved, but you weren’t listening. That was better. It was unfair how pretty he could be. Especially when he was happy, especially when he was falling hard. The way he smiled, how his eyes shined. His hands couldn’t stop moving, he just had to animate with his whole body about how he felt. Your knee started to bounce. He was being cruel and he didn’t even realize it.

It wasn’t fair. But then again, how would he ever know unless you told him? You imagined what it would be like. To interrupt him. To confess your love. He’d probably laugh in your face. Ha what a great joke Y/n, now get real and back to my love crisis. That’s what he’d say. Or something along the lines of it.

But sometimes you could imagine him pausing completely. Getting taken so off guard that he no longer had the words to respond. That maybe he’d look at you with a different light. So maybe that was why you did it. On the off chance that, maybe, Leo had always harbored something for you too. Just deep down! So deep that he felt the need to hide it with all of these other so called crushes.

“Leo!”

He blinked and sat up from where he had been laying, interrupting his tangent.

“What?!”

Straightforward. That would be the best route.

“I like you.” Your eyes were steady, yet your heart raced. It was thundering in your chest as you watched one of his brow bones raise.

“I like you too Y/n” he said so as if it was obvious. Which meant he was misunderstanding.

“No no, not like that. I like you.” You strained with the emphasis as you willed his thick skull to understand. And it must’ve gotten through because his eyes widened just a bit.

“You like me?” He questioned, sitting up even straighter than before. Now you had his attention. And you could feel sweat building up in your palms as you nodded seriously.

“But, we’re best friends..” and you could’ve let that shoot you down. But you continued on. Getting up from your spot, from the single chair, and making your way over to him. Despite how every step made you second guess yourself. Despite thinking maybe it was a better idea to just run out of his room. Or to just settle for the friendship you thought you had wanted.

But you pushed through it all as you sat down next to him. “We are. You’re my best friend Leo. And I, maybe I’m greedy, but I can’t help it. I’ve liked you for so long now. And I don’t think I can just sit idly by anymore.”

You took a breath, palms closing into fists. Eyes closing because if he was going to reject you, it’d be better to not see the pity on his face. You piped up once more before he could say anything, “Every time you talk about your crushes, I can’t help but think, but wish, that it were me! And every time you get over one, I get ahead of myself, I hope that maybe, one day, you’ll look at me differently!”

There was so much you could say. So many different ways to say it. But that was the gist. “That… you’ll like me like that. That you’ll return the feelings I’ve felt for you,” you blew out a breath. Then looked into his eyes.

Leo was rarely ever serious but he was now. “I never knew…” he said softly after a moment of silence. Of taking in all that you had revealed. You nodded not knowing what that meant for your relationship with him now. And the fear of losing him forever leaked onto your face. His eyes softened, a green hand going out to cup your cheek.

“I wish I’d known sooner,” and with that he brushed a finger against your skin. He looked down at your lips as they parted with a shocked breath. He smirked, as only Leo could, and leaned down with a silent question that had you tilting your head to give him better access to your lips.

“Y/n are you even listening to me?”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were in the single chair.

“Hello! Earth to Y/n, this is like the biggest moment of my life, I’m telling you I think they may be the one!! Come on focus!!”

Right. You straightened up, crossing a leg over the knee that wouldn’t stop bouncing.

“Sorry, go on,”

And he blinded you with that smile as he retold all of the sickening things that made him so endeared to his crush. If only it wasn’t so endearing to you.

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This ↓ is why this ↑ came about :D

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: leo reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. ;) i'm doing this for all of them and it's in headcannon style because i'm in a rut and lazy. bayverse spefically for now, but let me know if you want this for other iterations as well. ^v^

click here to read donnie's ver.

click here to read mikey's ver.

click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @tmntspidergirl @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82

(if you want to be tagged in my future tmnt related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you~!)

i'm sending all the love and virtual hugs to you! love you guys!! ^w^

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- eyes would widen a fraction, and if you weren't paying attention you probably wouldn't notice.

- at the feeling of your hands on his belt, he would raise an eye ridge.

- his jaw would clench, and again, if you weren't watching him closely you wouldn't notice.

- hands would slide to your waist. grip would tighten a little at the feeling of your breath fanning his face.

- his cheeks would warm at the close proximity, his gaze would study you.

- so intense it made your skin prick in delight.

- he'd pull you closer at the feeling of your lips against his own.

- and once you'd both pull away he'd send you the most breathtaking smile. the type that literally takes your breath away and make your heart clench.

- leo would lean closer to you, so close you could feel his breath against your ear. "that was a very bold move, y/n.." he would murmur, his voice low, husky, and laced in a teasing tone.

- his voice alone would bring you pleasure, giving you goosebumps and causing a shiver to snake up your spine.

- your cheeks would dust in a soft rosey glow, but you'd force a smirk on your delicate lips.

- "exactly why i did it, leonardo." you'd all but purr. grabbing his bandana tails and twirling them around a finger with a coy smile that had his heart stuttering and thoughts to falter for a moment.

- leo loved hearing you say his name like that.

- he'd bite his lip subcontiously and study you with those intense blue eyes of his.

- "and what spurred on this bold move?"

- leaning closer to him, brushing your lips against his once more-

- "i was hoping you'd pull an even bolder one~"

- if you were in a secluded area, and especially if no one was around, he'd take you right then and there.

- if you were more in public, he'd find the most hidden place he could and mark every inch of you as his. ;)

- either way you're covered with love bites.

- leo wants you all to himself, and he'd be deliberate with his markings. putting them in places where they wouldn't be seen by the naked eye normally. that way, you two are the only ones aware of their existence.

- and when you guys were with company again, he'd brush his hand over the spots, despite not being able to see them, he'd know exactly where they were. he would apply a bit of pressure, to make it known to you, and only you, that he was very aware of this,

- leo likes to watch you squirm.

- and he makes you squirm as often as he can.

[salllltie]

Day 23: Monster

if you ask the turtles who they consider a monster you would get identical answers

[sc4rrc]

"Jealous much, but for a 'solid' reason."

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- 2012!Donnie x reader - Jealous much, but for a 'solid' reason - Fluff - Warnings: None Request: Nope, just came up with this on my own whilst reading through some one shots of my personal favourite creators. You like Donnie, he likes you. But you're both as oblivious as ever, despite clearly showing each other that you care. And as a date is set between you and someone who is -clearly- NOT Donnie, he finds it hard to not feel jealous. ════════════════════

For quite some time, nearly since you met, both you and Donnie had held an affection for one another. Whether it was how he saved you and your friend, April, from the Kraang that first drew you to him, or the fact that he so easily got along with you from then on, it didn’t seem to matter. You became close from that point, and eventually you even took part in most of their missions—after you’d gotten more familiar with fighting through Splinter’s lessons.

A few problems did arise between the two of you though, like how oblivious you both seemed when it came to actually catching on that someone might be interested. Or the way doubt crept in because of your close friendship. He’d compliment you a lot, always ensuring your safety on missions, and you did the same for him. But somehow, you both missed the bigger picture. “It’s not something new; he worries about all of us during fights,” you’d tell yourself whenever April pointed it out.

And it was true; he always watched out for his brothers, too. How could he not? They were family. But there he was, watching you train, helping you improve when Splinter was busy.

Other times, you’d be the one to assist him. Sometimes you’d grab things from the top that he did not have easy access to, or simply keep him company in the lab to make sure he took breaks. Lunch, water—the basics. But one thing you both did constantly, no matter how oblivious each of you seemed in the moment, was stare. Even from across the room, one of you would be looking at the other. On movie nights, for example, you’d sit on the couch, Mikey on your right and Casey on your left, everyone focused on the screen—except Donnie, whose gaze would occasionally drift toward you.

He’d become well aware that he was absolutely, undeniably infatuated with you. Even he knew he sometimes went a bit too far with his attention, though his brothers never hesitated to tease him. Raph, mostly. But with his feelings also came doubt, for both of you. After so long, with neither of you daring to believe the other felt the same, you both wondered if it could ever work. You didn’t want to risk your precious friendship on a confession that might lead to rejection. So, silence it was.

“I don’t know, April. Just think about it. If I say something, and he doesn’t feel the same, then this might just ruin our friendship. And I don’t want that.”

Harsh words to admit, really. The thought wasn’t exactly pleasant. April had been trying for ages to nudge you both toward a confession, convinced it would lead to something good. Or maybe that was just the hopeless romantic in her, but she hoped nonetheless. And despite her efforts—along with the boys’ attempts to coax Donnie out of his safe shell—neither of you would budge. Sighing, she finally said, “That is fair, I suppose. But I still stand by what I said earlier. Forgetting doesn’t sound like the best alternative. I’ll help, but that doesn’t mean I’m agreeing with this plan.”

Her words made you smile in gratitude. Crushing on Donnie, though a genuine feeling, had become almost frustrating. He seemed so unaware of your feelings—close, yet so distant. It made you wonder if maybe he really didn’t feel the same. And yes, that stung a little. But it also made you realize that moving on might be necessary. For everyone’s sake, including your own. So, when a boy in your History class asked you out, you accepted. It felt like progress for a moment, but only for a moment. Soon, it became a test to see how quickly you could let go of Donnie, knowing that dwelling on him wasn’t helping you move forward. And after all, it was just a date—a way to focus on someone else. ════════════════════

When it came to being in that position—being told by the girl he couldn’t stop being so fond of that she had a date with some guy, a human guy no less—Donnie wanted to dig himself a hole in the lab and never come out. He’d imagined this day might come, and he felt like he was losing his chance—if he ever even had one. His heart sank as the words left your mouth, and it was hard not to show his disappointment. But for your sake, he put on a smile and congratulated you. He even wished you good luck. Then, once you left the lair, he retreated to his lab, shutting the door behind him, eyes focused on his work. Anything to avoid thinking about his growing jealousy, even for a moment. The others noticed the slump in his shoulders as he walked away but decided to let him be. They knew it might be a long evening in the lair, but they figured the situation might resolve itself—if it could.

--- Time Skip ---

Hours went by, some faster than others, and soon you found yourself back in your apartment, changed into a new set of clothes, ready to sleep the day away. Reflecting on what was supposed to be a date, you thought back to what he’d said: “Listen, I’m not really one for these serious things, ’kay? You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But I’ve got my ways around relationships, if you want to keep me happy.” That was about all you’d heard before mentally checking out of the “date.” He seemed nice at first but turned out to be a self-centred idiot—not the good kind of idiot either. And with all his talking, you made little effort to understand what he really meant.

You couldn’t recall the whole conversation, but you knew there was no way you’d repeat the experience. The things he said—about you and about others—were all wrong for you. He kept going on about some “party with girls” he had to get to, and the moment he crossed a line, you’d made your exit, realizing just how little interest you had in seeing him again.

You’d only just drifted off when a soft, rhythmic tapping at the window stirred you back to consciousness. Groaning, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and shuffled toward the window, squinting through the curtains. It could only be one of the guys, you knew, but the last thing you expected was to find Donnie, hanging upside down on the fire escape patiently, his expression hovering somewhere between nervous and excited.

Fighting back a laugh, you pushed the window open. “Donnie?” you whispered, the surprise obvious in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

He offered a tentative smile, voice low. “Hey. Sorry if I woke you. Just, uh… thought I’d check in. Make sure you got home okay.”

You laughed softly, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a bit late for a check-in, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I know, but…” He shrugged, his calm exterior cracking just enough to reveal a hint of nervousness. “Couldn’t help myself. April mentioned the date didn’t, uh… go quite how you planned?”

A sigh slipped from you as you pulled the blanket around yourself a little tighter, rolling your eyes. April, of course. “You could say that,” you chuckled. “He was… something, alright.” You caught his amused grin, the faint hint of relief there not lost on you. You shook your head, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite it all.

Donnie’s face softened, his eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, well… I think you deserve better than that.” His voice was quiet, sincere, but even he looked surprised by his own words, cheeks darkening just a bit under his mask. “I mean, someone who’d treat you better than that. A lot better, actually.”

A warmth spread through you, his words settling in, making you feel a little lighter after such a disappointing night. His gaze hadn’t wavered, and you felt yourself holding your breath, caught off guard by how much his simple words meant.

“Thanks, Donnie. For worrying about me,” you said, the words barely a whisper. Before either of you could overthink it, you leaned out the window and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Donnie froze completely, his eyes wide, his usual calm vanishing in a heartbeat as he stared at you, utterly speechless. It took him a second—maybe two—before he swallowed, blinking a few times as if to process that the kiss had actually happened. A deep blush crept over his face, nearly reaching the edges of his mask.

“Oh. I, yeah.. Anytime,” he stammered, his voice slightly higher than usual. His hand moved almost instinctively to where you’d kissed him, and for a second, he was all but suspended there, entirely lost in the moment.

You bit back a laugh, giving him a little wave before you gently closed the window and pulled the curtain back in place. A small thrill ran through you as you moved back toward bed, a smile lingering even as you settled back under the blankets.

Outside, Donnie remained still, one hand pressed to his cheek, replaying the moment over and over in his head. A grin broke out slowly across his face, unable to hold back the ridiculous happiness building up inside him. "Oh, man... She kissed me. She actually kissed me.” He couldn’t help the ridiculous grin on his face as he clambered back up the fire escape, his heart still thudding as he slipped back into the shadows, feeling no more of that jealousy from earlier. Not even the knowing looks from his brothers as he made his way through the entrance of the lair brought him fully back, his mind still stuck in that moment.

════════════════════ A/N: Here's my first one-shot. I think it turned out pretty good, considering nearly half of what I made the other night in drafts did not save. But idk if I should make a part 2 for this? I could, if I feel like it. It also depends on what you guys want so I might pole it, but the main idea is that I did it. (Also I love Donnie so much, he's so bf material.) - I do NOT give permission for any of my work to be republished on any other sites, or even here. Not Ao3, not Wattpad, nowhere. This is simply for entertainment purposes and I would appreciate respecting this.

[ilovebeingaturtle]

This isn’t a ranking so ignore the fact I used a tier list to format this, this is just a “crossover duos that I think would be funny together” list. Whether I am saying I think the duos would be best friends or loose their minds dealing with the other doesn’t matter. It’s just about how funny I think the potential dimensional found family shenanigans would be AHAH

[matryoshkalex]

this is my contribution to the tmnt fandom yall. this is it. my peak

i think this whole bus situation has made me lose the few marbles i had left

(meme refs under cut)

[desceros]

Mr. LEON (think late 30's/early 40's) reuniting with his spouse after a long time away. It's sweet, it's silly, it's followed by absolutely nasty half-clothed, sweaty sex.

me, asks for rise leo prompts, instantly regrets it also i'm not saying this is a tactical!leo fic, but i'm also... not NOT saying it leonardo/reader, EXPLICIT, female reader, 2.6k; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again. filthy nasty smut, soft doki dokis, lame married people jokes, one (1) defiled couch

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you don’t think twice when you see the rustle of your curtains. Not when you’ve finally, finally trained your stupid heart into not thundering out of your chest when you see it, thinking he’s back when it’s just the breeze. Today, you hardly even glance at them as you continue watering your plants, unbothered, humming, unsuspecting.

It’s so, so typical of him to wait until now to come home.

“Boo!” 

Your scream fills the apartment as you flail, pulse rocketing to the atmosphere in panic when you’re very suddenly not alone. Hands catch you mid-flinch, and it takes you a second to realize that your assailant is, in fact, perfectly safe and didn’t deserve the mighty swing of your watering can. 

Except actually, yes he did, this little asshole—!

“Leo!” you wail, letting him gather you close and press him to his plastron. Your hands clutch at the edge of his keratin, face burrowing in his throat. “You fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t resist,” he says, his laughter still rolling at the crown of your head as one hand spreads into your lower back to press you close and the other cups your nape. “You just looked so cute, y’know? My adorable little wifey, wearing my shirt and humming in our living room.”

“Stop talking,” you mutter sulkily, wrapping your arms around his neck and swallowing the tears you feel burning at your eyes as happiness swells in your chest like a mighty wave. He always makes fun of you for crying when he comes home, and you’re already a little miffed. 

Your ire dies as you feel him nuzzling behind your ear with his beak, his lungs expanding as he inhales your scent. He’d confessed to you once, a few years into your marriage, that this was his favorite part of coming home; more than the sex, more than the home-cooked meals, more than sleeping in the same bed two nights in a row. He caresses the line of your throat with his beak, stitching your natural perfume back into place in his mind, sinking into you because it’s not the walls around you that he calls home.

“…Missed you,” he murmurs, making you sigh as he brushes lovesick kisses to your shoulder. 

“You were gone too long this time,” you tell him, lowering one arm to press a palm to his plastron when you feel his lips seeking more skin, letting him pull the neckline of his shirt away from your clavicle. “Thought you were the breeze, coming in.” 

His mouth curves into something filthy at the dip of your throat, his hands finding your hips and giving them a squeeze. “Yeah? Funny. I plan on coming in something, all right.”

You laugh way too hard, a little mortified that after all these years you still find this clown funny at the lamest lines. Worse still is how he watches you do it, his face going stupid with naked fondness like making you laugh is the best thing he’s done all day.

“You are such an unfunny loser, oh my god,” you say, pressing your forehead to his. 

“And yet you’re still laughing,” he says, his smile widening when you roll your eyes. 

“I’ve been stockholmed,” you tell him, reaching up your hands to cup his beak and pull him into a kiss. 

Leo has always been good with his mouth, in every way, all the years you’ve known him. His kisses are no exception; seconds into it you’re purring, the sweet friction of his mouth against yours warming you from the inside, parting on a soft sigh when a hand grips your nape and tilts you just so. 

“I wanna fucking eat you alive,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours once, twice, three times before he sinks his teeth into your lower lip and tugs. You tremble, and you know he feels it as his hands go a little tighter. “Missed you.” 

Your fingers find the tails of his mask, tangling in them and using them to pull his face away, just a little. He growls, but you ignore him easily. “Don’t you want to take a shower, baby? Get comfy while I cook you something to eat? You smell like work.”

“I know,” he says, his other hand sliding down to the cloth shorts that are barely visible beneath the hem of his shirt, his fingers gliding up the back to cup the curve of your ass. “And I wanna smell like you, now.”

…He gets like this, sometimes, when he comes home. Touchy. Possessive. You’ve always wondered if it has to do with how he doesn’t smell himself on you when he’s been gone, or if it’s because you start wearing his clothes like he’ll feel it wherever he is. The longer the separation, the worse he gets. 

The worse he gets, the better it is.

“Yeah? You wanna smell like me?” you echo as you trail your touch along the red crescents prettying his face, playing into his turtle-brain, feeling your eyelids close as his fingers flutter on your skin. Oh, he wants it bad. “What do I smell like, handsome? I smell good?” 

“So fucking good,” he groans, his huge hand releasing your nape to grip your jaw, pulling you into a kiss that’s wet and deep. It feels good, claws a mangled moan from your chest that has him mirroring the sound himself. He pulls his head back, pressing his thumb to the corner of your mouth and sliding it under your lower lip where you feel the slick mess of his kiss. “…Open,” he says, making your lip pucker under his touch. 

You obey, watching his pupils dilate as they lock onto your mouth, then your tongue when you let it press against the pad of his thumb where he’s holding you open.

“Shit. You’re so hot,” he says, a wounded rumble that makes your lips curl into a coquettish smile before you wrap them around his thumb, sucking and lathing it with your tongue, pressing your teeth in and closing your eyes when you hear him moan. 

“Not gonna smell much like me by staring at my mouth,” you tell him when you let him go, your hooded eyes meeting his as you smile.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he wheezes, and with three steps he’s got you splayed on your couch, the weight of him pinning you to the cushions while his mouth fucking devours you. All you can do is hold on, one hand tangling in his mask tails and the other clutching as his carapace, crushed and absolutely thrilled about it.

When he breaks the kiss to grip his hands in your shorts, pulling them down, you laugh, drawing his hungry gaze even as he doesn’t stop disrobing you. 

“What?” he asks, mouth going just a little crooked in a smile of his own as you shake your head, staring at him adoringly. 

“Just love you,” you tell him, shifting your legs to help him out a bit and biting down on a grin when you can finally spread them and slink your knees to either side of his hips. You slip one of your arms over your head to grip one of the throw pillows, your other trailing down your throat to entice.  “C’mon, pretty boy. Let me see you drop.”

Leo maintains the stare as he straightens his spine, his hands going to his belt buckle to slide it out of place with a metal clink. The button is quick to follow, and when he unzips and slides his pants down just enough for his cloaca to glisten in the afternoon sunlight, you press your fingers to your mouth, tongue instinctively seeking contact. 

“God, look at you,” you whine, your thighs rising to cup his hips and squeeze. “I wanna lick you. Come up here?”

He shakes his head, sliding two of his fingers into your open mouth and pressing on your tongue. “Later, baby. If you want a show, you’ve got, like, thirty seconds for it.” 

Moaning, you soak his fingers with your spit, watching with hazy eyes as he brings them to his cloaca and slides in to the knuckle. He’s always rougher with himself than you are with him, even though he’s told you again and again he prefers it when you’re the one fingering him. 

He makes pretty little gasping moans as he fingers himself hard, his arm flexing and drawing your hungry gaze. He’s gotten so god damned big over the years, making you feel small every time he does something that highlights the difference. It feels good, makes you feel kept, protected. So long as Leonardo Hamato draws breath, no harm will ever come to you, a promise he has the strength to keep.

“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut as the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of himself get wetter. It’s a familiar sound that makes you ache, craving the thick cock you know is about to slide out like it’s air. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, Leo,” you babble in praise, knowing he likes to hear it, that you like telling him. “Handsome as fuck. God, I can’t believe you’re mine, that you let me see you like this—”

“Shit,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you and pressing his cloaca to your cunt, his wet fingers gripping at your hips as he rubs your slick against his. “You can’t talk like that, baby, I’m gonna—”

He cuts himself off on a low groan, his hips rolling against yours and his tail pressing hard between your thighs to garner the friction. It feels so good, so fucking good, your skin burning hot with each messy glide of him against you. Your head rolls, fingers gripping in the pillow behind your head and back arching to try and writhe closer. 

“Leo,” you keen, breath heaving when he releases his death grip on the back of the couch to plant his hand by your head, his back arching over you and blocking everything else out. 

“Don’t come, don’t you dare come,” he hisses, lips curled into a bit of a snarl. “Not until I’m inside, understand?” 

Eyes wet, you nod, choking back the shimmer on your skin that builds as he keeps rubbing cruelly. With one particularly good roll of his hip, you snatch a hand to his bicep, trembling. “Stop, stop—!”

He pauses, letting you claw away from the brink to obey. Sucking in a long breath, you open your eyes and see that he’s staring at you like he’s gone mad. 

“Okay?” he asks, voice fucked out, and you nod, whining when he resumes rubbing his cloaca against you, your eyes falling shut and head lolling to the side as you start the burning process all over again. 

“Feels so good, Leo,” you breathe, skin glowing when you feel him duck in close and glide his tongue up the side of your neck. You’re soaked all over with sweat and slick, every muscle in your body trembling from taut desire that’s just shy of too-much, leaving you delirious and stupid.

With a hitched breath, Leo reaches between you, fingers preparing you for the familiar penetration you want more than anything else. With a hiss, his body goes taut, his cock dropping and sliding inside like his katana into its sheath; like you were made for him, perfectly molded, expertly designed. 

“God, fuck,” he wheezes, his forearms framing your face as he leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss that breaks on a low moan. He pumps his hips against yours slowly, shaking with each breath that has him bottoming out where he belongs. “You feel so—I missed you.” 

Floating with pleasure, you cup his nape, wrapping your legs around him as best as you can to pull him deeper, needing to feel him in your throat. Your hands find the back of his head, sliding easily on his rough, sweat-slick skin, seeking his kiss and finding it. “Oh, Leo, love you, love you so much.”

He marries his mouth to yours as he fucks in in in, feeling a bit like he never pulls out for how full he leaves you. Every neuron in your body stands at attention, taking note of his weight crushing you, the smell of his salty skin, the taste of his tongue as it curls against your own. 

“Look at me, look at me when you come, pretty girl,” he chokes, because he knows your body better than you do and can tell you’re close before you feel it. You open your eyes and meet his, untying his blue mask and letting it slide to your chest right as you feel your orgasm rising. 

“Leo, gonna come,” you whimper, watching as he nods, one hand finding your cheek, his thumb tracing under your eyes where they’re wet. 

“Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel it.” 

Like you do with everything else, you obey and come. It’s a long, wrenching thing, the pleasure washing over you like waves of a mighty ocean as he keeps moving, prolonging it, intensifying it. On and on it goes, your body awash with ecstasy and Leo, always Leo, there to hold you and let you fall. 

“Please,” you gasp, clenching at his carapace, begging him to meet you here in the glow. “Leo, please—” 

His hand drops down to your throat, fingers ever so slightly curling around as his hips thrust a little harder, the wet sounds of your hips meeting loud in your ears now that you’re listening for it. It’s filthy, his mouth hanging open and eyes going wild as they gaze at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. 

With a wounded sound he comes, his forehead dropping to your shoulder and hand going a little too-tight on your throat as he fills you over and over again, each hot thread coating and claiming in equal measure. You let one hand grip the back of his wrist where he’s choking you, crushing him in harder as he groans and presses into you even further as he finishes, watching as the edges of your vision go a little hazy before he releases you and lets you suck in a gasp of air. 

After a few moments of catching your breath, he picks up his head, his beak wrinkling a bit as he stretches his leg out with a hiss. “Gah, fuck, we’re getting too old for couch fucking. Made a fucking mess.”

“Never too old for couch fucking,” you rasp, causing his eyes to fall to where there’s a mark on your throat in the shape of his hand. He licks his lips, and you feel his cock give an interested twitch. “Oh? You gonna make good on that?”

“Too old for back-to-back marathon fucking,” he pouts, though he does arch his hips once in a good sport try that makes your skin light up a bit. “Gimme like, fifteen. I’ll eat you out while we wait, then we can do something about it.” 

You raise an imperious eyebrow. “Fifteen minutes of you eating me out? You? Leonardo Hamato? Only fifteen? I can’t believe an imposter of my husband is here when I was so sure it was him.”

He grins, a boyish thing that makes him look younger and captures your heart all over again. “…Yeah, okay. Let’s be ambitious and say half an hour.”

You settle into the couch, waiting for his cock to retreat back into his cloaca and spending the meantime trailing your fingers along the back of his nape, sighing out in delight. 

“…I missed you, too,” you tell him, watching as his face smooths out and every concern flies away like a butterfly startled by the breeze because he loves you so, so much and you know it. Then, realizing you hadn’t said it yet, “…Welcome home, Leo.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, bending down and nuzzling his beak against your temple, inhaling deeply with a smile. “I’m home.”

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Camping Trip

This is a story I've been writing for @angelicdavinci. She blessed me with a drawing of Leonardo so I wanted to write her a little something as a thank you. She made the picture above for the story. I have gotten permission from her to post with the story.

Sorry it took so long!

It was an unseasonably warm fall evening, but the air still held the crisp sting of the seasons chill non the less. Angelica’s fingers of her outstretched hand ran along with the rushing current of the air speeding by her open window enjoying the lasting favorable weather. The black cherry Mazda Miata moved through the traffic with ease making its way to a secret location only a few people knew. A route Angelica had taken so many times before; she could probably make it blind folded.

The sunset ran across the skyline of New York painting the clouds and high-rises with vibrant reds and oranges as the sun lowered to its nightly rest. Her green eyes scanned over the people flooding the city’s streets making a ruckus over Friday’s endless possibilities. Glasses raised, horns honking and loud voices carrying over the vast concrete jungle promised a night to remember. But all she wanted to do was get to her friends and enjoy a quiet weekend away from the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Angelica smiled softly telling the Bluetooth to send a message to Donnie.

“Approaching”

A quick response followed, “I see you.”

A quick left and a right she entered into the alleyway and a false door opened allowing her access to the subterranean dwelling.  The garage door to the lair rumbled up groaning and squealing as it protested the heavy weight of the protective metal door.

“Geez Don, I think it’s time you oiled that thing up don’t you? I think New Jersey heard that fucker goin up.”

Donatello ignored his muscle-bound brother’s complaint watching her car speed through the opening. The car slowed coming to a stop just before two of the five inhabitants. Both leaned over resting their massive green mits on the warm hood smiling at the blonde behind the wheel.

Raphael’s lips parted in a genuine smile showing their friend his pearly white teeth. “If it isn’t Ms. Princess, are you ready the weekend?”

The door swung open and the 5’7 blonde stepped out grinning at the brute giving him a quick swat at his bicep. “I have been looking forward to this all week, you have no idea.” Before anything else could happen an orange tornado entered the garage, blue eyes set on his pretty target. “Angel!” Michelangelo screamed skirting by his two brothers to scoop up one of their favorite humans.

Angelica burst into a fit of laughter as the youngest swung her around placing a few well meaning kisses to her forehead before setting her down. “It’s good to see you too Mikey.” Her hands reached for his cheeks and pulled him down placing a small but sweet kiss on his forehead. She smirked at the pink mark her lipstick made but the youngest made no effort to wipe it free.

Michelangelo rose to his full height blue eyes flashing with victory. “I got the first kiss.”  

“Why ya gotta make it weird screwball?” Raphael’s large hand enclosed around the green dome of his brother’s head and pushed him away to get his own greeting. “We were wondering what took ya so long. Leo was about to call ya.” The behemoth lowered himself down and accepted a similar pink mark on his left cheek and returned the gesture to her right.

“You’re just jealous I got to her first.” Mikey laughed running back into the main part of the lair to finish whatever he had been doing before she showed up.

“Sorry I forgot something and had to head back up to my apartment. I found something Lee might like at the flea market the other day.”

Donnie came around Raphael and took his lip mark to the right cheek and gave his to her left. “He does love when you find him weird stuff.”

“Yeah sometimes I catch him just staring at his new gift.” Raphael smirked watching the eldest enter into the garage, arms filled with gear. “Speak of the devil.”

Angelica had seen him come in, she always noticed him like her vision had some sort of radar for the eldest of the four. It was either good luck or a curse; she had yet to figure out which one it was. She watched him set the sleeping bags and pillows on the nearby table and look up eyes meeting hers. For a split second she could have sworn his eyes dilated, just a little, hopefully just a little.

She nodded and smiled. “Evening Lee.”

Leonardo made his way over to her, eyes solely focused on Angelica instantly feeling the frustrations of the daily slip away the closer he got the woman. As soon as his massive arms made their way around her slim waist Leo let out a long sigh expelling the last of the stress and immersed himself into her embrace. “Anne.”

Reluctantly he released her and bent down. Leonardo could almost feel the tremor in her fingers as they slid around his cheeks and her lips pressed to his snout. But he knew he had to be imagining it, her nervous to touch him? They did this ritual every time she came down. They each got a kiss on the face somewhere, it was a welcome tradition she had initiated a few months after meeting them a year ago. The placement varied for his brothers but his always managed to be his nose. If only it was a little lower but he knew it would never come. Not for someone like him and especially from someone as wonderful as his Anne. 

Most people didn’t want to touch them let alone place their lips anywhere near their faces. Even April rarely gave out that type of affection, someone who had known them the longest. Needless to say the first time it happened it had made their whole month.

Donnie and Raphael passed the two carrying Angelica’s gear as Donnie looked over his shoulder. “Come on guys I want to get to the site before it gets too dark out.” 

“I think we have everything now that Anne is finally here, so we should be good to go.” Leo agreed turning Angelica towards the garbage truck giving her a playful push.

Just then Mikey came into the garage carrying two large coolers on his shoulders casually tossing one to Leo who caught it effortlessly. “Can’t forget the grub.” Mikey winked at the woman.

After the truck was loaded with their camping gear and everyone inside Donnie pulled out into the city heading towards upstate New York for the seclusion of the forest.

The car ride was relevantly calm, Angelica had managed to score a seat next to Leonardo who was showing her a new pressure point he had learned that helped with stress.

“Can I show you?”

More than willing Angelica nodded, “Oh please, there are days I could use a little help in that department.” 

Leo’s hands adjusted her small frame to face him and lifted to her throat where his thumb and middle finger pressed slightly into the back of her neck just above her shoulders. He pressed down slightly running his fingers back and forward slightly searching for something. He stopped when he found it. “Here, this is your trapezius.” The sword callused pads of his finger drug forward again and she felt the drip. “That’s where it ends. And just here.” They pressed down and the sound that came from her mouth made her cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

Raphael and Michelangelo chuckled under their breath but made no attempt to give her crap. But she did notice Raphael nudge Mikey and the youngest smiled nodding at the silent communication between them.

Leo’s fingers never faltered though, ignoring her vocal reaction. “You felt that right?” he asked.

“Yes, hard to miss that, took me a little by surprise.” Nice recovery; nailed it.

Leonardo reached for Angelica’s fingers lifting them to where he just had his hands and guided her fingers along the muscle. Finding the spot again Leo urged her to press down and this time she was prepared to the sensation and swallowed the groan.

“Pressing there and the same spot on the other side of your neck helps with relieving stress.”

Suddenly feeling a little warm, too close to him Angelica slipped back into her seat testing both spots she had just learned. “Thanks Lee, this will come in handy.”

“Anytime.” Leo smiled watching her practice what he had just shown her. A swell of pride warmed his chest seeing her fingers press exactly where he had shown her. At least he thought it was pride but now he felt a little longing disappointed the lesson was over so quick. He did enjoy being close to her, touching her. Just her presence calmed him, and he had noticed he craved it more and more. As easy as the thoughts came he chased them away, scolding himself at the inappropriateness of them.  She was his friend, nothing more. It would be irresponsible and counterproductive to think otherwise.

Finally reaching their destination far into the Up State New York woods the group congratulated Donnie on the surprisingly smooth trip.

“Ya outdid yourself Nerd! The shocks on this truck are impressive, I did not think this thing could make the trip but damn it did with flying colors.” Raphael’s hand slapped the back of Donnie’s shell making the tall mutant winch at the impact.

“Thanks. Only took 5 tries to get it right. Assembling, disassembling, reassembling, disassembling, ect. You get the picture. I’m sure I’ll get carpel tunnel from it.”

They unloaded the truck, and each found their spot for their tents and began to assemble them. Angelica had gone camping may times, loved it and had no troubles before setting up her tent. But alas her last tent had been torn apart by rats that had gotten into her storage unit. So, this was a new tent, and she was finding it a little hard to set up. She slipped the poles into their respective holes and lifted but stumbled over her own feet and nearly fell backwards but found herself cradled into two very large arms.

She looked up to see the blue eyes of Leonardo and a slight smirk across his face.

“Could you use some help?” he asked softly getting Angelica back to her feet.

She blushed adjusting the poles in her grip, “I can usually do this on my own, but an extra hand couldn’t hurt.”

After that, the work came easy. Leo let her take charge and helped when she needed. He found she stayed by his side mostly which he didn’t mind one bit.

Angelica did her best to stay close to Leo, for someone who lived in the sewers he smelt wonderful. Maybe is was the oil he used to sharpen his katana or perhaps their laundry detergent Donnie had created for their needs. Either way she enjoyed it and being close to the eldest made her heart happy. He was smarter than he let on and such a gentleman. And watching him train was another joy in itself. Each one of them were talented beyond belief it was like watching art in motion when she was able to sit in on training. But Leonardo was something else. Each motion was fluid and meticulous, he was perfection. The man was a master of his craft and their Sensei was proud of his dedication to his teachings.

“Anne?” Leo’s deep voice brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him looking at her confused. “Where did you just go? You’ve been staring at my hands for a few moments. Is something wrong?”

“Oh!” Startled by the realization she had been staring at him Angelica stumbled over her words. “Sorry, I was..I was thinking about work.” Another nice save, smooth one. “Thank you for helping me with the tent. I really appreciate you..it!”  Distract and redirect!

“It’s no problem Anne, I’m always happy to help you. Anytime.”

“Hey guys!” Mikey called from the fire. “Grubs ready!”

Both made their way to the fire that already had the other three brothers waiting around it all staring at the two smiling.

“What?” Leo asked taking the hot foiled hobo dinner from his youngest brother.

“Nuthin Bro, just watching you two work together. I hope you like the food. I put shrimp and chicken in yours.” Mikey turned to Angelica handing her foil. “And for my lady the same as our fearless leader.”

“Thank you Mikey.”

The five of them ate around the fire laughing and telling jokes. Angelica looked up at Leo shoveling food into his mouth and started to laugh. “Slow down Lee, no ones’ going to take it away from you.”

He stopped mid chew and smiled sheepishly before swallowing. “I can’t help it. I love these things and I’m hungry. I forgot to eat after training this morning.”

“I’m just messing with you.” Angelica patted his knee before taking another bit of her dinner.

“Yeah fearless, messing with you.” Raphael winked at Leo.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Suddenly Angel jumped up from her chair and ran to her tent and shuffled through her bag before pulling out a small box. Jumping over a stump with her package in hand Angelica made her way back to Leonardo putting the box carefully in his massive hands.

He turned the box over looking at the detailed carvings on the box, they were Japanese and the craftsmanship was astonishing. “What’s this?”

“Just something I found a few days ago at a flea market. It’s nothing too special but I thought you’d like it.” She watched in excitement as his large fingers unlocked the front latch opening the box to reveal the contents. His blue eyes lit up taking out the delicate wooden pen. “Is this?”

“Yeah, a Japanese calligraphy set. They guy said it was old. The ink dried up a long time ago but I’m sure you can still buy it and fill up the bottle. That is if you want to use it and not just for looks.”

“I love it.” Leo breathed looking over the box and what was in it. He could tell from the resin surrounding the tip of the bottle that it was over a hundred years old. Maybe more. “Do you have any idea what this is worth?”

“Um, no not really the guy didn’t seem to know much about it. Said it was his great grandmother’s who had just recently passed away. I told him I had someone special who will appreciate it.”  As she said the last sentence, she overheard Mikey whisper “Special” Raphael. Be quiet you two…. “Do you really like it?”

“I am so excited to use it Anne, thank you so much.” Without thinking the large mutant leaned over to give Angelica a quick kiss to the top of her head unaware the redness that flushed her cheeks.

The evening progressed into the night until the only day dweller began to yawn. Angel stretched and bid the four brother’s goodnight leaving them at the fire.

After a few minutes of quiet Raphael finally broke the silence staring straight at Leonardo, “Man I don’t how you do it?”

“Do what?”

“She obviously likes you, you fuckin mook. Has for a long as time, and yet you refused to make a move.”

Genuine shock ran over the leader face, “She absolutely does not.” Leo coughed trying to keep his voice low hoping she wouldn’t hear. She had only been in her tent for 20 minutes; the probability of her being asleep was low.

Mikey piped in playfully, “Nah son, she digs you dude. Like, she brings you presents all the time, does everything in her power to hang with you the most and who gets those damn nose kisses?  Seriously, in so many ways you’re smart but others you’re dumb as a box of rocks my dude. Oblivious to women and their ways.”

Leonardo looked at the box in his hands and back to her tent. There was no way. “I mean look at her and then look at me? I’m a mutant turtle who lives in the sewers and she’s a beautiful woman, she wants a man who can take her out to dates, spoil her. No, she doesn’t feel any sort of way for me. She just thinks of me as a friend.”

This time Donnie spoke getting up from his seat to add more wood to the fire. “Leo, her heart rate rises every time you come into the room, her face flushes. And don’t tell me you haven’t scented the air when she’s around you, her pheromones change. She definitely has a thing for you. Even I’ve seen it.”

“You think she…?”

“Yes.” All three of his brothers said in unison.    

As the night ended Leo crawled into bed, head still spinning from what his brothers said. He was still having trouble wrapping his head around the thought of Anne liking him?

The next morning Angelica woke with the sunrise, she dressed warm and exited her tent for a small hike. She made a quick note for the guys on what she was doing and the direction she was heading. Because she knew they’d be asleep for a little bit longer, being night dwelling vigilantes in all.  

They were back in the woods pretty far so there really weren’t’ any types of trails to follow so she made her own. Every few feet she would mark a large tree with an arrow in the direction she was going. This way it would be easy to find her way back to camp or if one of the guys came looking they would know where to go.

She took in the surroundings, the stunning colors of the fall leaves, the life still thriving on the forest floor, and birds still inhabiting the forest waiting for the right time to migrate. Pulling out a granola bar to keep herself satisfied until Mikey woke up, she broke of a piece and popped it in her mouth.

Soon she stumbled upon a creek and followed it up to where it dumped into a small lake hidden in the trees. Around the perimeter there were large boulders sitting above the surface and she spotted one large enough for her to lie down on.

Using the rocks she crossed, hopping each one like a bridge to reach her chosen location. The large rock was warm from the sun and thankfully the morning dew had evaporated in the sun’s rays. She set down her small backpack and lowered herself to watch the small fish just below the surface feeding on algae.

Angelica took to her pack pulling out a drawing pad and a pencil and found her subject. The small rapids of the creek bubbling into the lake was a sight to be seen. The crystal clear water running over the piles of rocks, the sun reflecting across the liquid almost made the rush of water stand still. It was beautiful.

As Angelica began to sketch she was oblivious to the large mutant approaching slowly.

The blue banded turtle watched her intently honed in on her subject. So intense as the stroke of her pencil moved across the white paper followed by her finger to mark a little shading. He loved watching her draw, she was beyond talented and he was so proud of her.  He watched for a few moments and coughed to make himself known. He didn’t want to startle her.

She looked up from her sketch pad and a bright white smile spread over her lovely features as she saw her guest. “Good morning Lee.”

Leonardo made his way over to her dropping down next to Angelica to see her progress.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.” She mused turning to the leader.

“I’m a light sleeper and I heard her get out of your tent.”

“Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Please don’t be sorry,” he interrupted her quickly. “I don’t get to see the sunrise often so I was more than pleased to be woken up and see the colors. Besides, I was hoping to get some alone time with you.”

“You did?”

“Yes, something was brought to my attention last night and I wanted to talk to you about it.”

A sinking feeling arose in her stomach suddenly, “I hope it’s nothing bad? Did I do something?”

His hands came up softly, “No, no nothing like that. But it could be something important.” Suddenly he because very nervous, he wrung his hands a little and took a deep breath. This was unknown territory for him but Leo had to know before it drove him crazy. “My brothers made me aware I might be oblivious to a certain way you might be feeling about me?”

The widening of her pupils and the flush of red across the apples of her cheeks told him volumes. So it was true. He watched her mouth open and close in a soft panic. But very quickly she calmed and looked into his blue eyes. A very serious but matter of fact expression over took her features before Angel set her sketch pad and pencil on the stone next to her.

“Yes.” Angelica nodded with purpose now. “I do feel a certain way about you. I have for quite awhile but I knew nothing would ever happen.”

His heart dropped a little at those words, he wasn’t boyfriend material, “Because I can’t give you what a regular man can give you?” Another emotion flashed across her face then realization.  

“No, of course not! You could give anyone anything they desired Lee. You are an amazing man, anyone would be lucky for you to call them yours. I just didn’t think you would want someone like me? I don’t know ninjutsu, or how to fight at all. I like pretty things, pink and feminine dresses. I’m soft, not someone you, a hero whose saved the world would fall in love with.”

Leonardo turned his whole body towards her resting his large palms on her small shoulders. He was speechless for a few moments trying to find the right way to let her know she was being ridiculous and that he would be more than thrilled to call her his. But his body did the talking, his fingers moved up her arms ghosting her throat to cup her cheek bones. His blue eyes met green and a smile spread over his face. So very gently he leaned down pressing his lips to hers. He waited for the push back maybe this was too quick but she gave no resistance. As a matter of fact her hands rose for his face as her lips parted to deepen the kiss just a little. She melted into him for a few moments longer before they both parted slightly out of breath from the intensity of it.

“I never….” He started as he licked her from his lips. “I never thought you would ever think of me other than a friend so I never entertained the idea. But, I think deep in my heart I always hoped you would. You sooth me Anne, more than any mediation session could ever provide. I look forward to each visit hoping they would never end. I…”

Her finger moved over his lips to quiet his mind. “You’re all I think about, from when I wake up in the morning to when I fall asleep. I see you in things, wondering if you’d like it. Or trying something I think you’d like. Just thinking of you makes me happy. Not just because you’ve saved the world or that you’re incredibly handsome but because of your character. You’re so smart, so gentle when you need to be, loving and faithful to those who love you. I’d be down in the lair every day if I could but I didn’t want to wear out my welcome. I was afraid you’d get sick of me.”

“Never.” He countered with genuine sincerity. His thumbs ran over her cheeks and he signed resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t need anyone with the same skill set as me. I’m hard, my life is hard, we train every day to be at our best, to stay ready. Softness is what I need for balance. I need gentle and feminine to take away the stress of the day, too help me calm down and relax.” He looked in her eyes again. “I can’t promise you perfection but I do want to give you my word that I will promise to put as much effort and heart into this as I do with my passion to protect the city.”

“And that’s all a girl can ask for.”

[tmntxthings]

Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.

Just you know, in passing.

[starrcrossrose]

Starr’s Writing: Master Post

I wanted to make a Master Post to all my fanfic stuff! I will update it if I miss anything along the way.

My Patreon : Villain Leo AU, OC content, and other special sketches and exclusive content will be here!

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Writing

The Aftermath on AO3

Villain Leo AU on AO3

Across All Time on AO3 (A Collection of Whump One Shots)

Individual Aftermath Chapter Updates will be under the Cut! I'll add new links as each chapter updates.

Chapter One: Reoccurance

Chapter Two: Broken

Chapter Three: Push

Chapter Four: Anything

Chapter Five: Waves

Chapter Six: Sister

Chapter Seven: Lost

Chapter Eight: Sinking

Chapter Nine: Just Kids

Chapter Ten: Hell Fever

Chapter Eleven: Empty Shell

Chapter Twelve: Shutdown Protocol

Chapter Thirteen: Hopeful Reminders

Chapter Fourteen: Heavy Responsibility

Chapter Fifteen: Temporary Fix

Chapter Sixteen: Slow Simmer

Chapter Seventeen: Dark Energy

Chapter Eighteen: Pieces of Them

Chapter Nineteen: We Should Talk

Chapter Twenty: You're Always There

Chapter Twenty-One: You're Right Here

[yzafre]

Progress report! I've finished 5 of 39 audio parts (one of which is the title card, not featured here). I was really hoping to get through two more tonight but ahhhh well.

This one is. A LOT simpler than that last animatic I did and that is on purpose.

[sc4rrc]

"Slow, calculated."

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════════════════════ - 2012!Leo x anxious!reader - Head cannons - "Slow, calculated." - Fluff - Warnings: None

Request: Head cannons of Leo with a partner who struggles with constantly feeling anxious about the smallest of situations, something which slightly worsens as she goes through her training as a Kunoichi. A/N: (This is based on my own issues with doubting myself about quite a lot of things. So please, don't assume that this would immediately apply to everyone else.) ════════════════════

Knowing that your concentration is suffering during training, Leo does his best to keep you grounded. He holds one of your hands as new techniques are explained, standing close by your side as you listen. When you start to spiral, he gently guides you to breathe out and silence the negative thoughts, just a few of the things he’s learned work well for you.

Your hands don’t really get sweaty when you’re nervous. In fact, they feel quite dry, which isn’t always the most satisfying sensation for you. But to Leo? He doesn’t care. Hand-holding is his go-to move for comfort, and it helps keep you from fidgeting or overthinking. Honestly, he adores holding your hands—he’d do it just as often even if anxiety wasn’t an issue. It’s a grounding gesture, for both of you.

Once, during a particularly rough time in your life, everything seemed to build up all at once. Family pressures, maintaining friendships, juggling college, and training to become a kunoichi—all of it felt like too much. Fighting alongside the turtles against constant threats didn’t make it any easier. You just broke down.

At first, you went radio silent. Messages stayed on “delivered” for longer than usual, something Leo noticed right away. When gentle check-ins didn’t work, his worry grew. Eventually, he made—broke—his way into your apartment to make sure you were okay.

What he found was hard to see. "Mess" didn’t even begin to cover it. You were bouncing from one task to another, trying to fix everything at once: reorganizing a shelf, rechecking assignments, cleaning dishes you’d already washed twice. It was like you were trying to outrun your own thoughts. When Leo tried to talk, question after question seemed to irritate you further. He backed off for a moment, watching the situation before stepping in gently.

Leo doesn’t fight your chaos with commands or frustration. Instead, he grounds you. He’s a steady presence, wrapping his hands around yours to still them as he quietly whispers, “Hey, breathe with me.” He doesn't stop until your breathing syncs with his—slow and deliberate. Once you’re calmer, he works with you to organize what’s on your mind, one step at a time, and reassures you that it’s okay to pause and prioritize yourself.

Leo quickly realizes that your anxiety spikes before training sessions, especially when new things are introduced or you're partnered for sparring. To help, the two of you take a few moments to stretch together, exchanging light banter or quiet reassurances. It's his way of easing you into the moment before the pressure begins.

After missions, Leo is always the first to check in with you. He knows how your mind tends to spiral over things like "Did I do enough?" or "What if I messed up and someone got hurt?" He’s firm but gentle, reminding you of the good you did, pointing out your contributions, and offering constructive advice only if you ask for it.

On nights when your thoughts won’t let you sleep, Leo sneaks out of the lair and comes to you. He brings your favourite tea (or whatever comforts you) and stays with you until you’ve talked out everything on your mind. If words are hard to find, he’ll gladly sit in companionable silence, offering his shoulder for support.

In group situations, Leo is incredibly observant of your moods. If he notices your anxiety creeping in, he’ll casually bump his hand against yours or rest a hand on your back for a second. It’s a discreet reminder that he’s there if you need him, without drawing attention to you.

As someone who practices mindfulness regularly, Leo starts encouraging you to meditate with him. At first, it’s hard for you to sit still or quiet your thoughts, but his patient guidance helps you find small victories. Over time, it becomes a shared practice, and you start to look forward to these peaceful moments with him.

If he senses you’re overcommitting yourself—whether it’s in training, missions, or personal life—Leo isn’t afraid to intervene. He gently reminds you that rest is as important as effort, even if it feels selfish to you. He loves you to bits, and wouldn't want to see you constantly hurt by your doubts. ════════════════════ A/N: I've done my best with this—but then again, I wasn't in the best of moods while writing it. Writing helps me when I'm feeling strong emotions about things, no matter if they are good or bad, but I am not sure how much it helped me right now. I've been a little down today, since I kind of got ditched by my best friend, so I am obviously kind of annoyed. But I hope everyone is happy with this set of head cannons. - I do NOT give permission for any of my work to be republished on any other sites, or even here. Not Ao3, not Wattpad, nowhere. This is simply for entertainment purposes and I would appreciate respecting this.

[ashtheketchum]

Hi :]

Can you write a rise Leo x a reader that has trouble sometimes speaking English because their main language is Spanish?

ROTTMNT Leo X Spanish GN.Reader

A/N: My first real request! Wow, I'm so happy! :D I like the idea, so let's do it! Have fun reading! (Picture from Pinterest!)

Summary: April brings an internet friend from Spain to the boys. April's friend has come to New York for vacation and is looking forward to meeting the four turtles. However, since the reader barely speaks English, Leo makes a few jokes.

Warnings: GN.Reader, oneshot, Leo is an idiot, Reader is from Spain (no appearance specified though!)

,,..." = Someone speaks spanish

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PoV (Y/N):

I had finally arrived in New York and I was very happy. April, my internet friend, invited me to meet her friends and of course I immediately accepted her offer. We met on Instagram and have written every day since then. I also already knew April's “special” friends, the turtles. Raph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey. Although I only saw them briefly and introduced myself to them briefly, they were also happy to get to know me properly.

However, while I was writing to April, I always used a translator because my English was terrible. I only knew a few words, which usually got me through school, but New York was a whole other level. ´Hello´, ´Bye´ and ´How are you´ wouldn't be enough, I already knew that. So April helped me a bit with my pronunciation and vocabulary. We spoke on the phone every evening and she taught me important vocabulary, which I learned and then used. Even on my plane to New York, I learned every word again until I could only think about that language.

When I arrived at the airport, I saw April swaying towards me. Smiling, I walked towards her with my bags in my arms. "Hey, (Y/N)! I’m glad you’re here!” She greeted me and hugged me tightly. I laughed and hugged her back before looking at her beaming. "I'm happy too! This is something different from my home.” I would live with April for a full week before setting out to fly back. I was allowed to sleep with her for as long as I could.

"We're going to the boys' tomorrow, today we'll just unpack your stuff!" April said, giving a thumbs up. I also gave a thumbs up and grinned wider. ,, Yes!"

At April's house I unloaded my bags and we got the couch ready for me. I would sleep on the couch that April specially laid out. While we were putting my clothes in her closet, we ordered something to eat and watched a movie. We also watched it in English, so I might learn new words.

<Time Skip>

The next day April and I set off to see the turtles. Before that, April called the boys to let them know while I was still getting ready in the bathroom. When the call ended, however, April sighed loudly. ,, Everything okay?" I asked, with a worried look. ,, Yes! Yes, yes, everything is great!” But then she said, with a strained smile. I looked at her suspiciously for a moment before continuing to brush my teeth.

On the way there, we were quiet and we listened to the traffic. There was a lot going on, just like on many other days. But suddenly April spoke up, with a nervous grin. "Listen… if Leo seems weird, just ignore him, okay?" She said suddenly. I looked at her in shock before raising an eyebrow in confusion. April hadn't told me much about the turtles, just their names and their corresponding colors. And hearing something like that directly from one of them worried me a bit. “How exactly… do you mean that…?” April scratched the back of her head before answering. "You'll see that… just ignore him or speak in Spanish to confuse him."

Her answer didn't really cheer me up, but at least it was something. But then I nodded humming and prepared myself for this Leo.

In the cave, it didn't actually look like we were in the sewers. A huge main hall connected to many small rooms. It actually looked really cool. April showed me around here a bit before we arrived at a smaller, darker room. In the middle of the room was a brown armchair that was right in front of a screen. Around this chair stood four huge turtles, of different species. "Hey, guys! Look what I brought with me!” April shouted loudly.

The turtles turned their heads towards us and they smiled at me. Raph and Donnie smiled at me in welcome, Mikey more happily and Leo had that cheeky grin on him. Oh man, Leo. I didn't know him and I didn't want to anymore. "Hey, you must be (Y/N)!" Mikey then said and he pointed at me. ,, Yes that's me!" I then said proudly, as if I were a superstar.

"Cool, April told us a lot about you." Raph then said. April and I grinned widely at each other before both laughing quietly. But suddenly Leo pushed Raph and Mikey away and he bowed deeply to me. He took my hand in his and grinned cheekily at me. "Hello, new visitor. I’m Leo.” He said in Spanish. His accent was terrible and you could tell he had never spoken Spanish before. "Hello, Leo." I said simply, with a tight smile.

,, I'm pleased! That means you can understand us well, right?” He spoke too quickly so I couldn't understand him properly. I looked at him uncertainly as he then giggled. "Ohhh, I understand." He then giggled and wrapped his arm around my neck. "I'll show you around a bit! My house is also your house!” He just said laughing. April wanted to run after us, but Leo was already closing the door behind us.

Leo gave me a tour of their cave and he showed me the different rooms. During this time, however, he spoke so quickly that I couldn't understand him at all. It made me incredibly nervous, so I sometimes spoke in Spanish out of reflex. Whenever I did this, Leo would always laugh and squeeze in another line. "And here is my room! It’s actually the coolest thing based on the style, right?” Leo gave me a big grin while I just looked at him in awe. I didn't really feel uncomfortable, but I was incredibly nervous. "It looks very good, but everyone has their own taste." I murmured quietly, in Spanish.

,, Haha! I may know the basics, but I’m not that good, little one!” He then joked. However, all I understood was the nickname and that he wasn't good at something. Inwardly I tried to calm myself down and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry… I'm still learning…" I then murmured quietly, but this time in English. Leo chuckled again before wrapping his arm around my neck again. "You know I'm just teasing you, right?" He then asked, but this time he looked at me nicer.

Somehow I didn't know how to answer him. I had never thought that Leo would want to hurt me, but his jokes said something against it. Not that they hurt me, they were even amusing at times. "I… just don't understand English that well." I tried my best to get back into my rhythm, but Leo really had me out. "It's all good, little one."

Leo pulled away from me before handing me a small piece of paper. ,, This is my number. I'm sure we can talk more often when you're no longer here. But as long as you’re here, I really hope you come visit us every day.” He spoke so quickly again. I had trouble understanding him again, so I just stared at him silently. Leo gave me a wry smile before smiling lovingly at me. He repeated his words again, but more slowly and more clearly. It gave me some relief, so I nodded this time. "Y-yes, I'm coming to visit." I just said. Leo hummed happily for a moment before leading me back to the others.

April looked up at Leo completely distraught, but when she saw me smiling reassuringly at her, she relaxed again. Apparently she was worried, understandable. "Oh man, Leo… I hope you didn't do anything bad…" She just mumbled. "I would never!" He just laughed it off.

We spent the rest of the day with the brothers and their father. We chatted, but everyone made sure to speak slowly and clearly. Especially Leo. Sometimes he even translated what the others were saying. I was happy that they accepted me so much and that Leo stopped making jokes about me so often. Even though sometimes he wanted me to speak Spanish. "Leo, you are the weirdest idiot I have ever met." "Wow, what did you say!?" "That you're nice." He will never know.

That evening I saved Leo's number and April asked me what Leo had done after he kidnapped me. I explained to her that he had just shown me around again and talked to me. “You guys seem to like each other.” April suddenly said with a mischievous grin. My cheeks turned bright red and I stared at my phone screen. "Yeah, maybe… but he can really be an idiot…" I then said, with a small giggle. "Idiocy, cute turtle." I then mumbled quietly. "I understood that." April said suddenly, surprising me again.

Was there anything that April was not good in it?

[darth-sonny]

Have four and Future Leo ever met?? If so how did it go? How do they interact with each other?

they do!!!

Lee finds out about Four pretty much on the same day the Scooby Gang (Donnie, Mikey, Raph, April and Casey Jr.) do, only he found out due to him being in the hidden city when Four's big solo champion battle was getting broadcasted live, so he got to see his past self's Kraanginess is glorious 4KHD

this little scene happens like, two(??) weeks after the bros' failed attempt to save Four from the battle nexus. Lee just decided to waltz up to Big Mama's office and have a chat with her. Four didn't like this random ass stranger coming up to his mom out of fucking nowhere, like wtf?? he was THIS close to ripping off Lee's throat when Big Mama told him to stop

Lee's 100% ready to bargain with Big Mama about letting Four go, even saying that he'll take the boy's place as champion, or work for her to - idk - "buy his freedom" or something like that, but Big Mama isn't letting that happen. Four's her son dumbass, she isn't gonna let him go

but she does, however, hold Lee up to his deal of agreeing to work for her...

[mindyco]

Bayverse!Leonardo x Airheaded!Reader 🩷 [First meeting]

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.38k

Summary: Leo sees you, a fucking hottie, walking down the street on their own. He steps out of the cute shadows and you feed him snacks. The end.

I just wanted to feel like I was 15 again, so I went through my Wattpad stash and rewrote the meeting scene. Nothing I wrote back in my day made sense, so it was hard to write it, but I somehow managed! I wrote it in second person so that you can feel included. You're welcome. （っ＾▿＾） Note: Leo would've never stepped out of the shadows, but we don't question anything. Another note: Our character works at a bakery, which is why we're carrying a basket full of goodies.

As the sun began to set over the city, casting a warm golden hue across the streets, you found yourself on your way home from closing the bakery. The day had been long, but a sense of anticipation filled your heart as you made your way through the bustling streets of New York. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted from the basket in your hands, a delightful medley of sugar, butter, and warmth.

Dressed in a beautiful pastel dress with a turtleneck underneath, the soft fabric brushed against your skin, providing a comforting embrace. The color of the dress matched the soft blush on your cheeks, accentuating your youthful and innocent appearance. Your petite figure stood out amidst the crowd, your small frame giving you an air of vulnerability and charm.

Your eyes, downturned with a hint of laziness, held a gentle warmth and curiosity. The rich color of your irises, like pools of melted chocolate, seemed to capture the light, giving them depth and enchantment. Long lashes framed your eyes, fluttering delicately like the wings of a butterfly whenever you blinked.

As you made your way through the busy streets of New York, the sounds of honking cars and conversations surrounded you like a symphony. The gentle breeze tousled your hair, causing strands to cascade around your face. Each strand seemed to have a mind of its own, forming whimsical waves and curls that added a touch of playfulness to your appearance.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly realized that you had left your jacket behind at the bakery. With a small sigh, you turned around, retracing your steps. The sun had almost disappeared below the horizon, casting long shadows along the deserted alleyways. The distant sounds of car horns and muffled conversations echoed through the narrow passages.

As you turned the corner, a figure caught your eye. At first glance, it appeared to be nothing more than a trick of the fading light. But something made you double-take, and you found yourself stepping closer, your head tilting to the side in curiosity. A mixture of apprehension and intrigue filled your heart as you peered into the dimly lit alleyway.

To your surprise, there was no one there. Just an empty space, devoid of any presence. Confusion etched itself onto your face as you stepped forward, then backward, as if expecting the mysterious figure to reappear. But it was futile. There was nothing to be found.

Unbeknownst to you, hidden in the shadows, a large figure observed your every move. He had been watching from a distance, drawn by your innocence and the way you seemed lost in your own world. Leonardo, always cautious and protective of his brothers, hesitated to reveal himself. But a sense of curiosity and a desire to ensure your safety compelled him to intervene.

Stepping out from the shadows, Leonardo's presence filled the alleyway. Tall and imposing, he exuded an aura of strength and determination. His lean and muscular physique was accentuated by his dark green skin and the sheen of moonlight that kissed his features. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, held a glimmer of both wisdom and unwavering dedication.

You could feel the weight of his gaze upon you as he peered down, his eyes filled with curiosity. The moonlight accentuated the angular lines of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and the determination etched into his features. His eyes, filled with curiosity and concern, scanned your small frame, taking in every detail.

His towering figure loomed over you, causing you to take an involuntary step back. Your heart skipped a beat as you stumbled, almost losing your balance.

Leo took a step forward, his large hand reaching out to steady you. His hand, roughened by countless battles, felt warm and reassuring against your own. The size difference between you was striking, his hand enveloping yours completely, a protective gesture that brought a sense of comfort.

"Easy there," he said, his voice deep and soothing, the rumble resonating through his chest. The soft grip on your hands felt both protective and reassuring, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you. "Didn't mean to startle you."

You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze, your eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. His eyes, like a tranquil sea, held a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he observed your small stature and shy demeanor. His gaze shifted to the basket of treats in your hands, and you followed his line of sight. Realization dawned upon you, and your expression transformed from surprise to understanding. With a slight fumble, you found a peanut butter cookie nestled among the pastries. Holding it up to the large turtle, you offered it with a small, tentative smile.

Your small figure appeared even tinier in his presence, the stark contrast between your human form and his mutant physique evident. Your eyes widened as you realized the colossal size difference between you. It was as if you had stumbled upon a mythical creature, a guardian from another world.

Leonardo's gaze lingered on you for a moment, silently observing your reaction. As the silence stretched, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of discomfort under your absentminded gaze.

Just when the awkward silence became almost unbearable, Leonardo's eyes landed on the basket in your hands, filled with the delectable treats.

"Ah!" Realization dawned upon you, and your expression transformed from surprise to understanding.

A spark of curiosity ignited within him, and he watched with interest as you rummaged through the basket, searching for something. In that moment, you found what you were looking for—a peanut butter cookie. Holding it up to the towering turtle, you offered it with a small smile.

"Hungry?" you asked, your voice soft and filled with genuine concern.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile. He was taken aback by your gesture, the innocence and generosity shining through your actions. The usual shock, fear, or even screams were notably absent. Instead, you appeared almost dreamlike, as if lost in your own world. His curiosity piqued, and he accepted the cookie, taking a bite.

Without hesitation, Leo reached down, his large fingers gently taking the cookie from your hand. As he bit into it, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, his eyes lighting up with delight.

"Mmm," he mumbled, savoring the taste. "That's actually really good!"

The sight of him enjoying the cookie brought a sense of joy and contentment to your heart. You watched him with rapt attention, your own smile widening as you witnessed the happiness reflected in his expression. It was a simple moment, a shared connection over a sweet treat, but it held a profound significance.

Leo finished the cookie, savoring each bite, and you couldn't help but beam with satisfaction. The interaction felt natural and effortless, as if you had known each other for much longer than a mere moment. It was a testament to the unique bond that was beginning to form between you.

As the last crumbs of the cookie disappeared, you rummaged through the basket, finding another cookie to offer. Leo chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. He couldn't resist your eagerness, your genuine desire to share this small joy with him.

He accepted the second cookie, indulging in its sweetness once again. "You're spoiling me," he remarked, his voice filled with warmth. The interaction continued, with you pulling out cookie after cookie from the basket, and Leo obliging, unable to decline your offer until there were none left in the basket.

As Leonardo finished the cookies, he looked down at you, his gaze softening. He recognized the purity of your heart and the genuineness in your actions. A wave of gratitude washed over him, knowing that this encounter would remain a treasured secret, a brief interlude in the lives of two individuals from different worlds.

With a nod of appreciation and a silent farewell, Leonardo disappeared into the shadows once again, his presence fading as if he were never there. You stood there, holding the empty basket, the weight of the encounter settling upon your shoulders.

A/N: Don't worry, Leo made sure that you got home safely (watching from the shadows). He wouldn't just leave you in the middle of the night, looking as hot as you are, to walk back to your apartment alone. In fucking New York.

～ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[khlegacynexus]

Mikey had not been doing well since the invasion not emotionally. Leo wakes up one night to find his neck wet with tears Mikey is hugging him so tightly sobbing into his chest squeezing him tightly like if he let go he’d fade away. Leo had only just gotten well enough to where it looked like his healing was making progress. But Leo took his time as Mikey sobbed to think. Their childhood home had been destroyed they lost Shelldon and FrankenFoot. A lot of their things and Mikey’s art had been destroyed. Gram Gram had Died. Then he was the worst brother ever and kept fighting with Raph. Lost the Key and almost got the world destroyed and him and his family killed. Then he trapped himself in the Prison Dimension and Mikey got him out. But he was in a coma for three months. Having almost died twice. Mikey had been so strong until now. Stronger then him. Tears flowed from Leo’s eyes as he hugged his little brother back rubbing his shell Leo: I’m sorry Mikey I’m the worst brother ever he begins crying quietly