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sunsetsandsunshine · 2 months ago

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~ 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎… ~

❤️👻💜👻🧡👻❤️👻💜👻🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟹: 𝙲𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟺𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 👁️👄👁️…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Are we there yet?” Mikey whined loudly.

“Uh…no?” His immediate older brother said, sighing impatiently.

“…Are we there yet now?” Mikey whined louder.

“No, Mike.” Donnie huffed through his palm as he rested his cheek on his hand, effortlessly playing his Nintendo Switch as he started to drown out his younger brother’s consistent complaining and restlessness.

Which…you would think he got used to by now.

The orange cladded turtle let out a short grunt loudly and dramatically, dragging his hands down his face, “Are we there yet now—?”

“Mikey, I swear to God if you ask that question one more damn time I will not hesitate to open the car door and throw you into ongoing traffic.” Raph growled lowly at the youngest.

“Boys…be nice to each other, please…” Splinter exclaimed from the front seat as he drove.

“But Dad! Mikey’s being annoying!” The tallest turtle moaned and groaned as he sunk in the middle seat.

“When is he not?” Donatello mumbled under his breath.

“Boys…” The rat said warningly.

“…Sorry, Dad…” The teenager’s grumbled collectively as they glared at one another.

The rodent father sighed, plugging his phone into the car unit as he stopped on a red light. “…Why don’t we listen to some Podcasts on the radio?�� He offered, trying to find something that his boys would enjoy that didn’t involve ripping each of their tails off.

“Yohou listen to podcasts?” The purple banded teenager exclaimed curiously as he took off his headphones.

“Of course!” Splinter announced proudly, “I’ve been listening to this one that Spy-itify recommended me…it’s really good and well thought out!”

“It’s…It’s…'Spotify', Dad…” The hazelnut eyed teen corrected.

“That’s what I said; 'Spy-itify'.” The father said simply, causing Raph to facepalm and stuff his face right back into his phone.

“What’s the podcast about?” Michelangelo asked as he leaned his head on the closed window as Splinter started to drive again once more.

“It’s about this man talking about nature…it’s extremely interesting; I think you three will enjoy it.” The charcoal eyed rat explained.

“Huh…sounds cool enough.” Donnie snickered, “What’s the guy’s name? Like, the one who mainly talks in the podcast and stuff.”

“Zach Green.” The rat said.

“He sounds like a drug dealer…” Raphael mumbled under his breath, earning some small snickers from his younger brother’s as their Dad started to play the podcast in the vehicle.

A guy, most likely 'Zach Green', started singing as there was a ukulele playing in the background…

…And he sang…

…And sang…

…And. SANG.

And the three teenager’s wouldn’t have minded if the dude sounded…y'know, good!

But he didn’t sound good.

At all.

“Grass is green~! The green is the grass~! The grass is the green and the green itself is greeeen~!” The speaker’s sung as the three teenagers collectively sighed as the Podcast continued to play amongst them.

“…How about we play 'I spy' instead of listening to Shaggy get high?” Mikey suggested as his Dad hummed along to the tune…

Poor soul probably knew this song from heart…

“Anything but this.” Donnie agreed.

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.” The second oldest murmured, crossing his arms as he looked at the youngest expectantly, “Well? You gonna say 'I spy' or what?”

“Let a guy think for a moment!” Mikey shrieked, “Okay, okay, okay…I spy with my little eye—”

“—More like pink eye.” The turtle with glasses giggled under his breath, trying to cover it as a cough as he saw his younger brother side-eyeing him. “Y'know, Dee…we could really go.” The orange banded teenager glared.

“Bet. Catch me outside. 3:30 on the dot.” The purple cladded mutant threatened.

“Bet.” The youngest repeated.

Donatello raised an unamused brow, “I already said 'bet' you phrase snatcher!”

“You don’t own the word 'bet', you four-eyed freak!”

“God— 'BET' YOURSELVES!” Raphael snapped, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “I swear to literally anything and everything holy I am completely envying the fact that Leo doesn’t have to suffer in this freaking hell-hole with me.”

The second oldest leaned forward and tapped his Dad’s shoulder, “Speaking of which…how come Leo got to study with April while I—”

“We.” Donnie corrected swiftly.

“—I had to stay with these two excuses for mutants, Dad?” Raphael continued, frowning deeper as his Dad became unresponsive and became completely entranced by the radio, “Dad? Dad? Dad? Daddy? Father? Dad— aaaaand you have your 'I’m locked in to this music' face…gotchu...” The tallest turtle huffed as he sat back down in the middle seat.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” The youngest huffed, “I spy something…grey/gray.”

“Grey/Gray? Grey/Gray as in ashy? Ashy as in you?” Donnie smirked, his smirk turning to a smug grin as the orange banded teen glared back at him with a mix of disdain and pure disgust.

“Donnie, I swear—”

“Is it the car seat?” Raph muttered, dying in complete humiliation about the fact that this was his onlysource of entertainment.

Michelangelo shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the seat, “Nope. Try again.”

“Is it…Dad’s fur?” The turtle with glasses guessed.

“Nooooooope!” The smallest mutant dragged out, sticking his tongue out at the second youngest causing Raph to just sigh, slumping in the chair further.

This car ride was going to be his 13 Reasons Why…

“Okay…seriously, though. Raph-Taff, what’s up?” Mikey asked carefully, looking over his older brother’s stiff and utterly overall unhappy demeanor.

The second oldest just grunted, glancing away and his frown drooping as he locked eyes with his immediate younger brother, “You can tell us anything.” Donnie assured.

“Well…not everything. Almost everything. Semi-everything.” The genius clarified, “Buuuut you get the point…”

“No, no Ihi really really dohon’t...” The red banded teen grimaced.

“What Egghead Humpty Dumpty is trying to say is that you can tell us what’s bothering you. You haven’t been your usual…let’s just say 'Sarcastic Sappy Self'.” The hazel eyed teen confirmed, biting back a chuckle as he saw his purple themed brother gasp in offense.

“I just needa get out of here…” Raphael emphasized, rubbing his temples like he’s seen centuries worth of knowledge, “School was rough. School is annoying. Kids are annoying. Y'all are annoying— no offense.”

“None taken.” The two youngest said in sync.

“And I just need to distress…” Said the older turtle, going on his phone only to be met with a completely pitch black screen, “And my phone is dead. Yip dee doo da fuckin' day…” He cursed.

Mikey rubbed his chin in thought, leaning on the inside door hand rest, “I have an idea for that, actually. Just trust me.”

“'I have an idea' and 'just trust me'…two words I never want to hear come out of your mouth ever again.” Donatello insisted almost immediatelty.

“Shut up.” The smallest mutant exclaimed to his immediate older brother, inhaling and exhaling loudly before continuing, “Okay…so I spy with my little eye—“

“Seriously?” The elder mutant deadpanned.

“Trust me, I said!!!” The younger shouted once more to try and get his point across, “I spy something…black.”

“…Black?” The second youngest asked, tilting his head.

“Black.” Mikey confirmed.

“Ohooo…black.” Donatello snapped his fingers, nodding as he relaxed in his seat.

“Black!” Michelangelo beamed as Raphael looked around in confusion, wondering if his younger brother’s were going to elaborate on this whole 'black' nonsense or if they were just going to communicate via gibberish.

The red banded teen scratched his head in confusion, “…What is happening…?”

The youngest gave his red cladded older brother a knowing look, causing the red cladded mutant in question to just simply sigh longly, “Right riiiight…trust. I got it…”

“Uhhh…” Raphael hummed, looking around the car for something…well, black; as his little brother’s so veeeeery clearly stated.

The chocolate eyed teen raised an uncertain eye ridge, pointing at his own black sweatshirt that he was wearing.

The purple and orange duo nodded, “See? Black!” Donnie grinned, poking his older brother’s sides and causing his older brother in question to shriek loudly and try to cover his middles, wiggling his way over more to Michelangelo.

Whiiiiiich…was a first.

“Yeah! Black!” The smallest mutant smirked cheeringly, prodding the other side of the black sweatshirt wearing boy, “You got it?”

“Ihihi gohohot ihihat I-Ihi gahat ihat!!” Raph said immiediatley, kicking his legs on the car floor as he pushed on the other two’s shoulder’s. “Ehhhhh…I don’t think you do…” The young genius teased lightly.

“Dohon’t a-act smahart with me yohou l-lihittle shIHIT NO!! Mihikey nonononohoh!” He said as he saw Mikey wiggling his fingers near his neck, causing him to try and hide his face in Donnie’s shoulder, swatting the youngest away.

“D'aww~! Hey, big bro! Need a hug~?” The scientist said innocently, wrapping the taller in a hug as the shortest of the three skittered and scratched the red banded mutant’s shell lightly; almost barelytouching it.

The red banded mutant in question wheezed loudly, banging his fists on the car seat whilst his legs stomped up and down, “Wohohoah! Mr. Deflating Balloon Man— yohou okay?” Mikey teased, making sure to trace the patterns on his elder brother’s shell in a very veeeery mean manner.

“Are you boys alright back there?” Splinter asked, getting out of his trance as the podcast soon and finally ended.

“We’re fine!” Donnie beamed, wiggling his fingers into the crooks of the chocolate eyed teen’s neck right beside him, “Right, Raph?”

Raph squealed loudly with laughter, not answering.

Well…not answering in word form, perhaps.

The Father rolled his eyes fondly at his son's, looking away from the rearview mirror and focusing back on the road.

“See!? He agrees.” The youngest beamed, “We’re perfectly fine and dandy, Dadio.”

“'Fine and dandy?'” Donnie repeated in amusement, causing the orange banded teen to almost laugh as loudly as Raph currently was.

Key word: Almost.

“Fine and dandy.” Michelangelo confirmed, kneading his hot-headed brother’s hips and sides as the taller leaped like a drunk frog, “STAHAHOP!! HIC LEHEHET HIC HIC GOHOHOH!!!”

“People are gonna think we’re beating you up or something by the way you’re squirming, bud.” The purple banded turtle joked, letting go of the taller teenager as the smaller teenager spidered his fingers all over his tummy.

“MIHIHIHIKEY!!!” The older wailed, pushing the other’s hands away as they slowly but surely stopped.

The two youngest’s giggled, fist bumping each other for successfully turning Raph’s frown upside down.

Splinter drove into the O’Neil’s driveway as Leo walked out of the front door to the apartment, waving his goodbyes to April as he got into the car.

The eldest sat in the front seat, buckling up as their Dad drove to their home.

The blue banded teenager let out a small snort, looking towards the back to see his immediate younger brother’s face the exact same shade as his own bandana, “Jeeheez..whahat dihid I miss?”

“I daha— hic don’t wanna tahalk ahabohout it…” Raph grumbled, his beet red blush deepening on his face as Donnie and Mikey snickered slightly, giving each other one last fist bump of victory.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

#Mutant Mayhem tickle #Mutant Mayhem tickle fic #Mutant Mayhem tickle fanfiction #Lee!Raph #Ler!Mikey #Ler!Donnie #TAG TEEAAAAM BACK AGAIN 😙✨‼️#I love writing for Mutant Mayhem if you couldn’t tell #Speaking of…I need to finish TOTTMNT 🫥…#I got to the episode where Raph was fighting those sea fish thingies and I just got bored LMFAOOO #The movie is way better than the series I’m gonna give it a buck #AND THERE WAS NO THEME SONG⁉️⁉️⁉️#WHERE ARE MY HERO’S IN A HALF SHELL 😭😭😭#But I feel like Raph gets overstimulated PRETTY quickly #Especially when it comes to enclosed spaces…so my boy was somewhat overstimulated in this one but dw his bro’s helped him out :3 #AND I NEED MORE REP OF THE YOUNGEST SIBLINGS #WE BICKER 24/7 #Grass is green you guys ☝🏾🙂‍↕️#Grinding on homework and tests and essays #I refuse to have a grade lower than 80…that’s the goal 🤞🏾🤞🏾#ADHD is a biiiitchhhhhhh I can’t focus for shit 😪#BUT ONE MORE WEEK AND THEN ITS THANKSGIVING BREAK OH ORAISE THE LORD #😎CUZ🥳IIIIIII🙂‍↕️AAAAAMMMMM😩FREEEEEEE🥸#Whoever gets that refrence ilysm ^

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froggywritesstuff · 13 days ago

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hero | mm!yandere!leonardo (part 2)

part 1

ship/pairing: MM!Yandere!Leonardo x g/n!reader

fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

request: anon: omg omg can we please maybe get a part 2 to yandere mm leo i loved it smm ur writing us amazing

warnings: swearing, yandere behavior, reader has been kidnapped, crying, head injury, more gaslighting and manipulative behavior,

word count: 1027

A/N: 2 one shots posted in 5 hours, guess who's going insane? 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

It had been weeks since your disappearance. The only time anyone had seen your face was from the pictures in the missing person posters. The remaining ones anyway. Leo didn’t have any bad intentions when he took down the first one, he’ll swear on his life. You just looked so pretty in that photo, he felt it was unfair he didn’t have his own copy. The other ones he took down… he had less than good intentions. He just couldn’t stand hearing people constantly talking about you when they saw a poster. Those people never cared about you before, why would they care now? They were clearly just trying to use you for their own gain, make people think that they’re caring and kind. It made him sick. Not to mention one of the main reasons he took you in the first place was to keep you away from all those fake people. Now you’ve got all this attention from people thinking they’re your friends and pretending to care about you. But they don’t.

”How do you know that?! Why do you find it so hard to believe that other people might like me?!”

Leo took a few deep breaths. He didn’t want to yell, he’d end up scaring you or you just wouldn’t listen. “It’s not that. My point is that they haven’t proved that they care about you. Pretending to miss and worry about someone doesn’t prove anything.”

”And you’ve proved that you care about me? By kidnapping me? By stealing my missing person posters so no one looks for me?!” you felt like like you might explode. Leo felt a similar feeling, but at least he did a good job hiding it.

“This isn’t kidnapping!” you knew how much he hated that word, yet you kept using it. And it’s not like he wanted you to see the posters. He just forgot to take them out of his bag before letting you look through his books. Gosh, the things he did for you. Borrowing as many books as he could get from the library, squeezing them into his bag, dragging them all the way from school to the sewers just to keep you entertained while he was on patrol or at school. You really didn’t know how lucky you had it. You should’ve been grateful he took down so many posters. More deep breaths. You never responded well to the ‘you’re ungrateful and should appreciate me more’ routine for whatever reason. He needed a different approach, and fast. "Please," he kept his voice soft and passive, not wanting to upset you any more, "Just try to see this from my perspective."

You stared at him. If looks could kill, he'd be six more feet underground than he already was, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Leo's eyes widened slightly at your outburst, so much for not upsetting you, "Hey-"

"I need to see this from your perspective? Yeah, maybe I do, wh-what exactly is your perspective? Cause I'd love to know how you think you're some fucking saint for kidnapping and isolating me from my family and friends that you think don't exist."

More deep breaths. "I-I told you I don't like that word-"

Your head tilted and you stared at him with mock pity, "Oh you did, didn't you. Well I told you that I didn't like getting kidnapped but I guess neither of us care about what each other wants."

"Y/N-" he went to speak, maybe to argue, or try and reason with you, he didn't know.

"I don't care," you raised your voice, "I don't fucking care that you're too much of a coward to own up to your own mistakes, I don't care that you have some fucked up hero complex that you let control your life, I don't, just leave me out of it!"

He didn't think. A wave of panic rushed over him as you yelled and continued yelling. He didn't know what his brothers would do if they saw you but he didn't want to find out. He reached out his hand to cover your mouth, a split second decision made in hopes to keep you quiet. But in his panicked state he underestimated his own strength, knocking you to the ground. His hand covered his mouth and a gasp left his lips as your head collided with the concrete wall, your cries of pain sounding like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

"Y/N!" he took a few steps before falling to his knees beside you. His heart sank as he watched you attempt to shuffle back from him, tears beginning to brim your eyes. "I'm so sorry." he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around your shoulders, holding you as close as you would let him. Tears filled his eyes as he heard your sobs of pain, your tears streaming down your face and dripping onto his skin. He'd seen you cry before, but it was never without distractions. You'd yell, glare, or insult him to distract him from your tear-filled eyes. But not this time. Whether you were in too much pain to distract him or not, he wished you weren't. He'd give anything to look at something other than the heavy tears falling from your eyes, to listen to anything but the sobs leaving your lips. He considered leaving. Not for long and definitely not for good, just long enough for him to collect his thoughts and prepare to properly care for your head. But seeing you now, looking so hurt, so small. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

His thumb gently rubbed up and down your shoulder in an attempt to comfort the both of you. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers always helped ground him. He'd treat whatever damage had been inflicted upon you later. For now he just needed to hold you. His whispers of sweet nothings in your ear helped him more than you. As he held your shaking body to his chest, he told himself over and over again that you were his. Even if he hurt you, you were still his.

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donatellokinnersinner · 15 days ago

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#tmnt #tmnt fandom #tmnt fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt mm #tottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 1987 #the tello traction

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angelmichelangelo · 3 months ago

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emmy’s 2024 christmas advent fic!

so it’s getting to that time of year again where i’m kicking off my annual christmas advent fic! for those unfamiliar, for the past seven years i’ve posted my own advent of fanfic, starting from december 1st all through to december 25th! it’s just a fun little thing i like to do as i know sometimes the holiday season can be hard or difficult for some, and if putting a bit of fic magic into the world can brighten someone’s day then i’m more than happy to try!

as per tradition, in order to kick this event off, i’m in need of fic prompts! you can send these my way through my ask box (anonymous or otherwise) and all i ask is that they’re one worded prompts :) i like to give myself a bit of challenge on top of writing 25 fics in time for christmas so for example, you could put: “teddy bear” or “sick fic” or “birthday” — just as long as they’re one worded(ish) and not a paragraph or a full sentence of prompt, i can add it to my list!

it doesn’t necessarily have to be christmas/holiday/winter themed either! whatever you’d like me to try my hand at, send it my way and i’d be more than willing to try!

i’ll be writing tmnt fic so if there’s a specific iteration you’d like for your prompt, just add it next to the prompt. or, leave it up to my own interpretation! whatever floats your boat! i will write for any and all tmnt verses so everything goes! :)

i look forward to doing this every year, with the added bonus that at the end of it, i will be donating £25, £1 for every fic posted, to a chosen charity. if you have any suggestions as to what that sound be, please do also feel free to send me some links and ideas! (i know that £25 may not feel like a lot but its about as much as i can give and its better than nothing)

you can send me as many prompts as your heart desires! i try to kick this off as early as i can so i can accumulate 25 prompts and then find the time to write them so the more the merrier!

for anyone else that wants to play along, feel free to do so! when i have all the prompts, i would be happy to share them with anyone that’s wanting to have a go also! there’s no obligation to finish all the prompts — just a bit of cheerful fun for what isn’t always a cheerful season for everybody.

so please do send in your prompts to my asks, again, you can be anonymous or not and send in one or a hundred (that’d be impressive if you did lol) i’m super excited to get this started!

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the-peak-tmnt · 7 months ago

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Reciprocity TMNT AU Masterpost

Is Reciprocity a comic or a fanfic?

Reciprocity is a Mutant Mayhem fanfic on Ao3, but there's tons of awesome fanart! Fanart on Tumblr

Fanart on Twitter

Commissioned art

Reciprocity asks

FAQs below!

Poster by @ellieskellyartwork! What is Reciprocity about?

Shortly after their acceptance by the human world, Leo is forcibly taken by an unknown entity. A terrible revelation from Leo's captor leads everyone to believe Leo is dead...everyone, except for Raph.

There's something Raph can't explain, something only he can feel, something everybody wants him to ignore. It whispers softly somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind: he's still here.

Raph can't explain the strange dreams he never seems to remember, either, or why he's started having panic attacks. And Raph definitely can't explain why this new Jones guy at school seems to be the only person who doesn't think he's crazy. Casey seems a little crazy himself, but with Raph still picking up the pieces of his family's shattered life, he'll take whatever help he can get on his mission to find Leo.

Wait...is Leo actually dead?

No! Leo is still alive! I personally can't handle fics where any of the turtles are dead because it's too sad for me lol! Leo is alive, but presumed dead by everyone but Raph.

What are the tags?

Is the fic finished?

The story is still a WIP. There are currently 19 chapters, and this masterpost will be updated with every new chapter release.

Will it have a happy ending?

YES!!! I promise that this story will have a happy ending!

How long will the fic be?

There will be 3 arcs in total. The first arc is just about to conclude in Chapter 20. I don't have an exact chapter count or estimate, sorry!

The last update was [X amount of time] ago. Is this fic abandoned?

I will not abandon this fic. However, I'm an adult in my mid-30s with a very time consuming job. Sometimes I work from home, and other times I'm on site. I also travel a lot, both for work and fun. I work on the fic when I can, and do not have a regular posting schedule. I'm sorry!

If you want to see more frequent updates about new chapter status, I am way more active over on Twitter!

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Mutant Mayhem Propaganda tag 😈 (aka me yelling about how much I love Mutant Mayhem)

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alwerakoo · 5 months ago

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Tales of the TMNT Leo & Raph word count: 2k CW: amputation, injury recovery, PTSD (aka: Raph does lose that finger - the fic)

AO3

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“I'm trying to help,” Leo tells him.

“It fucking hurts,” Raph bites back, because he's a bad brother.

And an even worse patient.

He holds his hand close to his chest, the other closed around his wrist. As if Leo was going to sit up, reach across the bed, and physically pull his arms back in.

He won't, or at least Raph hopes so, but there's a certain look on his face, that he can't quite decipher.

That makes him anxious.

Lots of things do nowadays.

He thinks that might be the worst part of it all. There's a new twitchiness to him, something that wasn't there before. Something that pulls at his chest, that takes the air out of his lunges, that digs sharp needles into every part of his brain.

It's observant. It notices things he never did before; normal, innocent things that always passed through him without a second thought.

It hears the mechanical turn of a machine, something distant and quiet, so silent he would've thought he imagined it – and Raph spends the rest of the night staring at the bottom of Mikey's bed, body frozen and stiff.

(He did imagine it – maybe. Or at least Mikey didn't seem to recall anything like it in the morning, and then there was that look on his face again, and Raph hadn't dared to ask again.)

It feels someone brush behind his back, a hand on the back of his shell, and he's turning before he can think about it, feet clumsily stumbling back, one after the other.

(“'It's just me,” Donnie told him then, with something sad hidden between the words.

“Yeah, I know,” Raph lied.)

It spots a knife in someone's hand as they're making dinner, the way their fingers curve around the blade, and Raph has to leave the room, breath twice as fast, and a heart in his throat.

(That one pissed him off the most. It wasn't even a knife that did it, after all.)

He hates it.

He hates a lot of things now – Purple Dragons the most.

He hates when his limbs go numb but his mind turns sharp, thoughts turning into a mess of tangles and knots – all fired up, always for nothing.

And then it's over, and his eyes feel wet and hot, and there's a heaviness to his jaw, like cotton stuck under his tongue, and he wants to scream at every person he sees.

He does, sometimes. And then he lets it simmer out, lets his mind and body grow numb, till he can finally gather enough of himself to apologize.

They never hold it against him, and that makes him want to scream all over again.

Leo doesn't look mad right now, either.

He tilts his head slightly, hands rested flat on his thighs, and the ends of his mask curl around his shoulder.

There was always something so perceptive about his eyes, like he could see right past everything Raph wanted to be – straight into everything he truly was.

It's a scary thought, especially now.

“Raph,” Leo tries again.

He sounds low and hushed, but there's a nervous edge to his tone.

Raph can't read his mind, but he sees the way he flexes his fingers against the skin, the sudden twitch of his shoulder.

Leo always seemed to be living on the edge, his mind always faster than his body – too fast for his own good.

Now, it only feels like his edge has grown some new eggshells.

(Raph thinks he can say he understands now. He wishes he didn't.)

“It's... I'm...” He stumbles over his own words, clumsy and uncertain, like cotton in his mouth. “It's fine. I'll do it myself.”

He says it without second-guessing, without giving it too much thought – all impulse, like he has done all his life. Which means that now, something new inside him stirs up, and he hesitates.

He thinks it's a good idea, because if Leo touches him again right now, his skin will burn clean off.

He thinks it's an awful idea, because it means he'll have to look at his hand.

Leo told him it's a process. That it'll take time to get used to.

Mikey told him to take it slow, let his body heal and "chillax" – whatever he meant by that.

Donnie told him not to touch the sewer water with his hand.

Dad didn't say anything. He only held him.

Their advice was honest, most likely true, and never fucking enough.

Because no one told him about this part.

There are moments where he puts his hand behind his thigh, just enough to make it seem absentminded, or he holds it's under his pillow, tucked away for the whole night. Moments where even the thought of it fills his stomach with air and his lungs with acid.

And then there are moments where he can't help but to stare at it. At the jagged skin, pulled together by a nasty, pink scar.

He puts his hand on a table and watches the empty space between his two fingers. He flexes them against the wood, and it's walking down the stairs and missing a step – even if he's looking right at his own feet.

Both moments make him feel like clawing his own brain out.

In front of him, Leo fidgets, first with the bowl of rice sat between them, then with the ends of his mask, twisting them around his finger.

It's an old habit that Raph never thought he'd pick up from him, until he caught himself trying to do it once, and flinched when his mask only met air.

“You look like you're gonna have a heart attack,” Raph says, looking at him.

Leo stops in place, before shifting a little in place, not helping his case.

“I don't,” he says.

“You don't know what you look like,” Raph retorts.

Leo frows, and there's something petulant and childishly annoyed breaking onto his face. Raph had missed it.

“Yes, I do?”

Bickering with his brothers is familiar, and he hates the way everyone around him stirs clear of anything that goes beyond a pleasant grocery small talk. It's been two months, and they still act like he would shatter at any minute.

“You're an idiot.”

Looking at Leo also grants him the perfect excuse to not look at his hand.

He puts his left palm forward, sinking it into the bowl in front of him.

The sensation hits him immediately.

He shivers, arms raising up, and he almost pulls his arm back. He would've, maybe, if Leo didn't reach forward, cradling his elbow.

“It's okay!” He says, far too quickly. “I know it feels weird.”

He doesn't, and 'weird' doesn't cover it.

It's sharp needles digging into his flesh; it's bugs crawling under his skin; it's buzzing static, shooting electricity through his every nerve, and the spot where Leo holds him aches.

He feels the rice sink into the space where his finger used to be, and he feels it grow itchy in a spot he will never again be able to scratch.

Leo looks at him again, with those big, sad eyes of his, and fuck – does Raph hate that look.

It's pity.

He knows it is, he knows it under layers and layers of worry and love and care. He hates it, and he hates himself for not being to appreciate all those other parts.

“I'm fine,” he spits out, jaw tense, looking down.

“Are you?” Leo says, suddenly more serious.

His voice goes a little high, like he's going to choke on his own tongue at any minute.

Raph doesn't raise his head, but he looks up – the image of his brother blurry out of the corners of his vision.

“What?”

“I'm asking: Are you?”

Raph works his jaw.

He knows this part. It feels like half of their conversations end like this nowadays.

‘Yes, I’m fine. No, it’s okay. Yes. No’, rinse and repat, rinse and repeat.

“Do we have to talk about this now?” He sighs.

“I mean, it's like...” Leo pulls back, rubbing his hands together nervously. Raph wishes he hadn't. “I can see it, you know? You're so on the edge, all time, and I know it must be hard, but you never want to talk about it, and I just-” Leo raises his gaze and their eyes meet. His brother's jaw tightens. “I know you've been avoiding your sai.”

Raph tenses.

The muscles in his hand spasm, and he finally pulls his back, the air hitting the scar on it like a harsh gust of wind. He cradles it close to his chest again, breathing out a little too fast.

He thinks he should lie.

Or change the topic, at least. Let Leo have his doubts, his hopes, his little theories.

He doesn't want to crush him, any of them, under the same weight that's been resting on his shoulders for the past two months.

But he also thinks that new, rotten thing inside him wants him to lie, too.

He's tired of letting it win.

“It's...” He looks down, then quickly up, when he spots his left hand. “It doesn't feel right anymore.”

The words sting, sharp in his mouth like chewing glass.

He takes a breath. His eyes feel hot, and he quickly breaths in again, before he has a chance to do something stupid, like cry.

Leo's shoulders sag.

“Oh, Raphie...” He says, voice wobbly.

“Don't call me that,” Raph huffs.

But the half of it gets lost in Leo's collarbone, when he suddenly sits up, throwing his arms around Raph with enough strength to knock the wind out of him.

Raph raises his arms, and his left hand shakes as he places it on Leo's shell.

“It doesn't feel right,” he repeats, right into Leo's arm, hiding in his brother's hold like a little kid. “I don't know what to do. They're- It's- It's my thing, you know? What am I supposed to do now?”

Leo hums. He pushes the bowl aside with his knee, scooting closer. He sits up on his heels, so he's just a little taller than Raph.

“Your sai are not going anywhere,” Leo tells him.

He sounds weirdly on a verge of tears, and that almost makes Raph laugh, because Leo has always been a sympathetic crier, and it’s just so like him, that it makes Raph want to hold him even tighter.

He wants to hold onto any sense of familiarity he has left.

“I'll be okay. You'll see, you're gonna learn how to use them again. You've done it once before, right? And we were toddlers, can't be that much harder now.” Leo rambles.

He has a tendency to do that. On a regular, but especially in hard moments.

“Yeah,” Raph breathes, because in hard moments, he tends to quiet.

“What is that thing Mikey always says?” Raph can't see his face, but he can imagine the way his face scrunches up. He sniffles. “Learn, adjust, overcome?”

“That's not how the meme goes,” Raph laughs, and it comes out a little wet.

“It's close enough,” Leo hums.

“Are you crying?” Raph asks, just to make sure.

Leo sniffles.

“... No?”

Raph doesn’t say anything to that, but Leo must sense his amusement, because he huffs, pulling gently at Raph’s mask tails.

“Shut up, we’re having a moment.”

Raph doesn’t try to argue.

His hand aches, raw and sensitive. He runs it over Leo's shell, and he's expecting his finger to catch on his belts, and then it doesn't.

But he's still holding him.

There's just a little less of him now, in more than one way.

But he will pick himself back up. He knows he will.

He'll fill every void with something new and kind, and everything he can't – with spite alone.

And maybe that new, scared thing inside him will never fully go away. But he can make it wither, just a little bit.

Leo squeezes him, just a little tighter, and Raph doesn't let go.

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