#whispers of distant souls rottmnt

[nani-nonny]

Ch.4: Home - Whispers of Distant Souls

*bursts through the doors and chucks this chapter*

Spoilers:

Purple showing the Leonardo-sightings and it’s just:

[middlechildkin]

Peepaw Week 2 : Day 6

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5

Omg we’re almost done with peepaw week!!!

Peepaw links and tags under cut vvvv

WDS aka Whispers of Distant Souls by @nani-nonny

Egg saga by @pommigranite

Peepaw week 2 poll plans and contenders: here

[chil-aglia]

Updated ROTTMNT FICS (that I’ve seen or haven’t gotten around to reading yet)

I got bored so I’m updating this. (If y’all got any recs, that would be awesome)

Edit: I forgot to add links to the stories, and since there’s a lot, it’ll take some time for all the links, but I did a few while I could

Leo Centric

Down with the Stockholm (Ao3 by devotedtosadpoetry)

I may be invisible, but I still look good (Ao3 by Dandy)

Like Father Like Son (Ao3 by eternalglitch)

Feral Leo (Tumblr by cupcakeslushie)

The Neon Void (Ao3 by sugarpastels)

Dead Man’s Deal (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Little kid with a big death wish (ao3 by remrose)

Never Do That Again (ao3 by sxgeness)

The Aftermath (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

Here comes a greek tragedy (ao3 by remrose)

Power Up (ao3 by pickledcarrotsandradish)

All the ashes in my wake (ao3 by paperxcrowns)

There Must Be Something in the Water (ao3 by Filsamek)

Every Night the Longest Day (ao3 by ashtreelane)

Hollow Mind (ao3 by paperxcrowns)

By touch, by sight (ao3 by story_monger)

His World (ao3 by SkylerSkyHigh)

Secondhand (ao3 by remrose)

Distorted Mirror (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Shreddy for more? (Ao3 by sugarpastels)

Dark Matter (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

Future Leo/Apocalypse timeline

Odd Man Out (Ao3 by cosmoscrow)

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (Ao3 by a_platypus)

Cass Apocalyptic Series (tumblr by somerandomdudelmao)

Hamato Chronicles (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Trial and Error (ao3 by ApatheticRobots)

We’ll meet again soon (ao3 by Chiangyorange)

Five Years (ao3 by loneAnonon)

At My Worst (ao3 by teainthesnow)

In the Bottom of the Bottle (I see your reflection) (ao3 by BeeCeit)

Leonardo Come Down (ao3 by loneAnonon)

I’d Give You My Lungs (ao3 by InsomniacTiger)

I’m Blue…(da ba dee da…) (ao3 by loneAnonon)

(Accidentally) Played American Football with My Newborn (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Donnie Centric (and future Donnie/Donne AU’s)

The Canary Continuity (Ao3 by qolden)

Nothing Left to Lose (ao3 by halfwayzone)

A Villain’s Mark series (ao3 by afreakingdork)

Brother Dearest (ao3 by Wardenov)

ROTTMNT AU’s (either not focused on a single character or it’s focused on mostly Disaster Twins)

Even More of A Disaster (Ao3 by electricinsomnia & teaableu)

A Mixed Bag (ao3 by GreatlyBlessed)

The Lemonade Leak (ao3 by TurtleSoupSwimmer)

Red Rover Red Rover Send My Brothers On Over! (Ao3 by Theserpentsnight)

Bloodbath (ao3 by trxbblegum)

Circumventing Death (ao3 by qolden)

Firefight (ao3 by remrose)

When I was younger (ao3 by SketchieFoxie & TheInkypawprint)

Sawed Off (ao3 by Anonymous)

Residuum (gore) (ao3 by Anonymous)

Haven’t read yet or not finished reading but they’re in my bookmarks

Corrupted Upgrade (ao3 by Dandy)

Where Loyalties Lie (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

Seven Years (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

The Same Little Faces (ao3 by awkwardusagi)

Alpha Stage (ao3 by snailsnaps)

The Old College Try (ao3 by itsasheagain)

Blood, water and thicker things (ao3 by jumpinginmuddypuddles)

Where in the World Is Neon Leon? (Ao3 by 316_frogs)

Adagio in Green: Panacea (ao3 by WhatTheVoid)

The Last Something That Meant Anything (ao3 by Kakey_Ace)

The Sky Is Still Red (ao3 by CartoonHostage)

The Infection (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

The Day the World Broke (ao3 by saladmix)

Times Five (ao3 by pickledcarrotsandradish)

Spider’s Web with Strings Attached (ao3 by CurlySwirly)

Color Guard (ao3 by alicat54c & AmevelloBlue)

And…We’re Off! (Ao3 by SailorSaysAhoy)

This Year we lost our dear brother Leonardo (ao3 by cataonicatnap)

Whispers on Distant Souls (ao3 by loneAnonon)

The Sum Of One And One was Two (ao3 by Pasteilian)

Solar Eclipse (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

You can have three wishes if you don’t take too long (ao3 by mad_and_thick_as_thieves)

Leo Likes To Talk (Except when he doesn’t) (ao3 by Thatficgal)

Midnight Run (ao3 by SkylaBrea)

ROTTMNT OC fics

Raised on little light (ao3 by Taizi)

Leo and Donnie x reader/oc fics (some I haven’t read or finished yet)

Quick Sketch (ao3 by Landsel)

When I say forever (ao3 by morning_sun)

A romantic comedy, starring Leonardo Splinterson (ao3 by morning_sun)

Sweat (ao3 by morning_sun)

Once more, with feeling (ao3 by morning_sun)

Tactical Donnie (ao3 by morning_sun)

The Thick Thigh Compilation (ao3 by morning_sun)

Winedark Open Sea (ao3 by morning_sun)

Come Inside Your Love (ao3 by morning_sun)

Desert Flowers series (Cowboy AU) (ao3 by morning_sun)

Top 10 Ways to Keep Your New Year’s Resolution (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Get That Goon (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Sergeant’s Sitting Services (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Close, close, close (ao3 by desceros)

Toxoplasmosis (ao3 by desceros)

We do it together (ao3 by desceros)

Blurple Villain AU (ao3 by desceros)

A Study in Anatomy (ao3 by Anonymous)

Bird’s Eye View (ao3 by Anonymous)

Nicht-zuhause-sein (ao3 by desceros)

Solider, Medic, Rex (ao3 by Blue_and_Red)

Tactical Turtles Airsofting Edition (ao3 by afreakingdork)

A Lesson Learned (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Pudge ‘Preciation (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Going Down, Down (In an Earlier Round) (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Round turn and two half hitches (ao3 by desceros)

Who’s Tom? (Ao3 by Anonymous)

Ataraxia (ao3 by desceros)

Second Slice (ao3 by LissomTea)

Everlong (ao3 by Madidus)

Cobalt King (ao3 by LissomTea)

Symphony no.4 (ao3 by desceros)

Road Work Ahead? I Sure Hope It Does (ao3 by darn_eggs)

Koi No Yokan (ao3 by Catttoo)

Off the X (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Provocateur (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Trigger Creep (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Comin’ In Hot (ao3 by creed613)

Worth the Wait (ao3 by morning_sun)

Whatever Suits You (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Night Light (ao3 by Ordinarily)

The Second Time Around (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Puzzle Pieces Woven with Thread (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Kessler Syndrome (ao3 by darn_eggs)

[nani-nonny]

Ooof let’s see…

I have DMD at 0 or 1, Reunion at a good 3 or 4, LCD at a 2 and I’m still planning WDS but I think he’ll be at 1 or 2 hehe

Ok guys. Where is the arm cut off point on your Future Leo. Because I have seen quite the range as of late and I am curious.

[nani-nonny]

WDS F!Leo snippet following up this Bruce encounter :D

Uhhh… Happy New Year! :D

Word count: 2.7k+

Leonardo walks around the docks waiting for Hueso’s shipment to come in.

The Boneman has been afraid as of late because of the possible repercussions of Leonardo’s actions. And while Leonardo was convinced Hueso had no reason to be afraid, he offered to pick up the boxes. Of course, Leonardo was right. Hueso has no enemies to fear. If anyone were to be fearful, it should be the very slider who loves to pick at people’s patience like it was a game.

But at the moment, Leonardo was growing bored as the seconds went by.

The elder slider leaned back against one of the old pilings as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lifted the box to his mouth and flicked out one and tucked it in his mouth before pocketing the box and pulled out a lighter. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply, leaning his head back with closed eyes as he did.

The toxins filled his lungs with a burn that he hadn’t realized he missed. He hadn’t smoked since he came back from the future, afraid to be caught by the teens. He didn’t realize how much he needed this until now.

“Dad’s gonna be so mad.”

Leonardo exhaled through his nose, waiting until the smoke cleared from his lungs before speaking. His voice is soft when he retorts with a light snort, “Shut up, Mike.”

It’s not like it’s his first cigarette. Even back in the day, Splinter knew about his smoking. Cigarettes and alcohol were highly sought after during the apocalypse, which was no surprise. It was hard living, so cigarettes and alcohol were the easiest choice when choosing how to cope. Hell, even Donnie smoked despite his initial distaste for its smell.

The slider held his cigarette in his mouth as he crossed his arms, closing his eyes when he inhaled through his cigarette again.

He doesn’t know when the ship will arrive, so he opts for resting his eyes. He’s sure he won’t fall asleep, but he’s always been a light sleeper, in case he actually falls asleep.

And to preoccupy his mind, he thinks to himself. He thinks of when the shipment should be coming in.

Hueso said he was expecting a shipment today, but Leonardo was already heading over to the docks before he could say what time. So, Leonardo has that to kick himself over. But the contents should be easy to carry through his portals.

Leonardo knows Hueso’s menu from front to back; he can recite it from memory with his eyes closed. So he should expect something like styrofoam boxes of meat or crates of vegetables. He could expect boxes of spices or oils. Or it could be replacement furniture for the chairs he broke during the mafia fiasco he stirred up.

Hm. Maybe Hueso lied about being afraid and only wanted Leonardo to pick up the shipment to make it up to him.

That could be possible.

Or it’s all a trick to get Leonardo out of the restaurant with the lie of a shipment.

It’s times like these he regrets not accepting the phone from Donnie. He could save a lot of time from waiting by sending a quick text to Hueso. Or spend the time watching one of his novelas. Either one is good. And he wouldn’t mind being able to smoke as he watches. He can’t count the amount of times he yearned for a smoke at the lair while watching a stressful movie or show.

Maybe he should buy a pack of cigarettes while he’s here. There’s a chance he could find a different brand here instead of his old brand—.

“Leo.”

Leonardo doesn’t need the warning from April to know he’s slowly being surrounded. It’s a little late, but he heard it. He heard the echo of a distant footstep before April spoke. He’s annoyed he hadn’t noticed earlier. Guess that’s why smoking is bad.

Leonardo acts nonchalant, pretending he hasn’t heard them closing in. He simply keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the piling. He smokes his cigarette, listening to them closing in.

But he stops when he feels a sudden gust of wind pass him in an upward motion.

Leonardo opens his eyes to see Bruce standing before him, blade in hand. He glances at the end of his cigarette to see it shortened close to his mouth. A threat.

Leonardo smiles, “Hey, Brucie. Have a cigarette on you? I think this one’s done.”

Bruce snarls as his eyes narrow at Leonardo, “You’re a difficult one to find, Azules.”

Leonardo catches in his peripheral the enclosing members of Bruce’s gang, all appearing from shadows and behind buildings. They’re leering at him, hands hovering over the places where their weapons are concealed. Their tongues flick out of their mouths, eyes narrowing as they take cautious steps forward.

“You can handle this, right, Leo? I’m in the middle of a game with Mikey and I’m winning.”

Bruce has been dealt with before in a previous life. So Bruce in this life will be an easier feat. Leonardo won’t be needing any assistance.

Leonardo takes out his cigarette to assess its damage. A clean cut straight through it like it was made to be this short. He places it back in his mouth and juts his chin out enough to relight it. But once again, Bruce cuts clean through his cigarette in one swift swipe.

The blade nearly met Leonardo’s skin, enough to feel the steel cut through the air.

This time, Leonardo sighs and spits the butt of his cigarette on Bruce’s snout. He grabs the blade aimed for his neck with his prosthesis at the very second Bruce’s eyebrow twitches. He smirks in response.

Smoke seeps through Bruce’s teeth, rising from his lips like a chimney. He’s about to speak when Leonardo looks away to rummage through his pocket. The slider nonchalantly pulls out another cigarette and tucks it into his mouth. He then lights it without a care in the world and takes a long drag.

Leonardo turns away to exhale the smoke before he lets the blade rest on his prosthetic shoulder. “I bet you’ve met people like me—people that aren’t easy to find. Usually it means we don’t want to be found… but in this case,” Leonardo explains before cutting himself off and twists his wrist to break the blade in his grip.

The katana snaps in half, making the corner of Bruce’s mouth twitch in response.

“You weren’t looking in the right places,” Leonardo finishes and triggers his power.

Blue electricity consumes the entirety of the broken blade’s half that he carries. He throws the blade past Bruce, transporting himself closer to the Makers of Barbarianism members. Before they react, he cuts a portal into the ground they stand on, making them fall in.

Only a few remained out of reach of the portal in the ground, but Leonardo can handle it. He just needed to dwindle their numbers. So, with most of their members gone, he pivots on his heel and balances his weight on his temporary sword like a cane.

He takes a short puff of his cigarette before flicking the ashes and teasing, “If you wanted to talk, you should’ve called me.”

Bruce doesn’t look entertained, no longer taken aback by Leonardo’s power. He cocks his head back with an amused huff, “You should’ve expected us after the disrespect you gave in Señor Hueso’s establishment.”

Leonardo leans over to rest his chin on the sword, “Aww, come on, Brucie. You didn’t expect me to stand and watch when you disrespected my good, old friend, did you? It’s like you said…”

Leonardo smirks as he tilts his head to the side and finishes, “You should’ve expected it.”

Red flames ignite in Bruce’s mouth when he snaps in turn, “Watch yourself.”

Leonardo shrugs in response, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth, “I thought we set aside our differences the last time we met. We shared a pint and took a few shots together. Aren’t we friends?”

Bruce drops his sword in favor of his claws, unfurling them with full intent to attack like a feral beast. “It takes a lot more than that. Blood must be drawn to become brothers in arms,” Bruce retorts with full disgust.

Leonardo drops his false blade, making it lose its power and returning to its broken state. He stretches his nonprosthetic arm as he steps forward and mockingly admits, “You’ll make me blush talking like that.”

Bruce lunges forward in response, claw raising to swipe down at Leonardo. But the slider catches the claw with his prosthesis by the dragon’s wrist. Leonardo smirks before pulling Bruce toward him and slamming his free fist into the side of the dragon’s face.

Bruce recovers quickly and exhales flames in Leonardo’s face.

The slider reels back, unable to completely dodge the flames when he feels his skin burn painfully and the end of his cigarette burns brighter. He lets go of Bruce’s wrist when he jumps back. He’s surprised to see that Bruce has crossed the short distance, flames seething between his teeth.

Leonardo kneels when Bruce attempts another exhale of flames, then he raises his prosthesis up to grab Bruce’s jaw. The flames seep through Bruce’s mouth, bursting out in thin lines like lasers. The slider rises to his feet and slams Bruce to the ground with his prosthetic hand wrapped around the dragon’s snout.

“Blood wasn’t drawn, but maybe we can settle for a draw?” Leonardo asks cockily, metallic fingers tightening in warning.

Bruce lets out a growl and grabs Leonardo’s prosthesis, smoke takes the place of the flames. The metal bends under Bruce’s claws, hands slowly sinking into the prosthesis.

Leonardo tries to pull his prosthesis but Bruce’s grip is too tight. Time should be running out, just as he planned, so he knows he should take advantage of this.

Bruce grabs Leonardo by the shoulder, keeping a rough grip on the prosthesis. He smirks and tightens both grips.

Leonardo winces but he smirks in turn. He gathers all his strength into his core and flips them over. Bruce, for a second, smiles behind Leonardo’s grip as he releases the slider’s shoulder and cocks his fist back.

But Leonardo winks when he catches Bruce’s fist.

One.

Two.

Three.

The first body falls on Bruce’s back.

Bruce exhales painfully through his nostrils, smoke spilling through with a small flicker of flame. He tries to look at what fell on him, eyes fighting to look over his shoulder. But Leonardo’s hand over Bruce’s snout is too strong.

The second body falls.

Bruce exhales as painfully as the last, eyes widening in shock as the body lands roughly beside Leonardo.

Leonardo glances at the fallen snake yokai who curls into himself then shrugs at Bruce, “Looks like I found myself a friend.”

Bruce’s jaw rumbles in Leonardo’s grip but the slider’s smile doesn’t fade.

“I think I’m going to find myself a bunch of friends,” Leonardo warns.

Bruce’s body braces when the third body falls on him, adding another pained body next to Leonardo. He cocks his fist back to punch Leonardo square in the face which sends the cigarette flying, but Leonardo doesn’t let go. In fact, his smile deepens despite the wince-inducing screech coming from his prosthesis.

Leonardo clears his throat garnering a small amount of blood to splatter on his chin. “First blood, congrats Brucie. One step closer to brotherhood,” he sneaks in his joke before Bruce lands another punch.

Another body lands on Bruce, making Leonardo laugh.

“How many guys did you bring with you? Fourteen? Do you think you’ll catch them all?” Leonardo threatens when he catches a glimpse of the next body coming down.

This one is falling down with a loud, horrified scream.

Bruce, with all the power he wields, plants his feet firm on the ground as he finally releases Leonardo’s prosthesis. He grabs the slider by the shoulders and pulls them both up with a deep, guttural growl. He raises then slams Leonardo to the ground, and reels his fist back for another solid punch.

Leonardo wheezes painfully when his body slams into the ground, feeling the tremble of his body as the pain reaches throughout his limbs from his spine. His mouth drops open when the punch makes his ears ring, but smiles when the next body falls on Bruce’s back.

Leonardo coughs as he tries to wheeze out a joke, “You know that song about raining men?”

Bruce tries to swipe a claw down but Leonardo punches the dragon in turn. “Heavy forecast,” the slider warns as another body falls.

Bruce finally snaps and wraps his claws around Leonardo’s throat. He tries to speak through the grip on his snout, his words coming out like thick growls and snarls. He tightens his grip on the slider’s neck as he rises again, standing tall and raising Leonardo off the ground.

Leonardo grabs Bruce’s wrist in turn, too stubborn to let go of the dragon’s mouth. His voice is garbled and strained as he tries to speak, “Will your… buddies survive… the fall…?”

Bruce’s eyes flicker behind Leonardo, hesitance evident in them. His gaze flickering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as if arguing with himself on the inside.

Leonardo winces when the grip tightens. He grips both of Bruce’s wrists, finally releasing the dragon’s snout. He faces the smoke-riddled mouth of the yokai as he strains, “One life… for the many…”

Bruce snarls but remains silent. There’s an obvious imprint on his snout where Leonardo’s hand once was. He’s unmoving for nearly a whole minute, hands tightening around Leonardo’s neck and eyes watching another one of his lackeys falling from the sky.

Bruce fights with himself until he finally releases Leonardo with a careless drop. He massages his jaw as he demands, “Release my men from wherever you put them.”

Leonardo slowly rises to his feet as he massages his neck, “Buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.”

Bruce grabs the upper lip of Leonardo’s plastron as he pulls the slider closer to seethe through his teeth, “Release them.”

“Wait a second, he didn’t ask nicely.”

Leonardo shrugs as he catches sight of his cigarette. He picks it up and places the cigarette in his mouth; he tries to breathe in the toxins but nothing comes out. He holds the cigarette out to Bruce with a raised brow.

Bruce glances upward before he huffs out a growl and blows out a small flame enough to light the cigarette. “Get to it.”

Leonardo rolls his nonprosthetic shoulder as he makes his way to the broken half of the sword on the ground. He smiles when he notices how stressed Bruce is over the safety of his lackeys.

Bruce has always been a good man, even when he’s choking Leonardo out. Just as the future-slider remembers.

Leonardo saves each and every Makers of Barbarianism member from their impending doom, making sure each one lands in a way that doesn’t injure them too badly. They may have a few bumps or bruises but they’ll live. And when the job is done, he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Well, that was fun. Wouldn’t want to do this again, but I wouldn’t mind a drink or two. What do you say, Brucie? Drinks on me?” Leonardo asks as he tosses the broken sword at Bruce then finds his place on one of the dock’s pilings to resume his waiting.

Bruce scowls silently, staring at his men. “The next time we meet will be the day I burn you to the ground.”

“Aw, don’t be like that Brucie. You can bring your family to the restaurant and I’ll perform a few magic tricks as a treat. Bellona is—what? Four, by now?” Leonardo offers as he thinks to himself, making silent calculations in his mind.

Bruce freezes. “What?”

Leonardo waves Bruce off, “Relax. I told you. I’m an old friend. Time doesn’t matter when it comes to friendships, Brucie.”

Bruce stares at Leonardo before he picks up one of the yokai closest to him. “I’ll see you around, Azules.”

Leonardo salutes, “Remember that drink, Bruce.”

[nani-nonny]

Smoking is bad, WDS F!Leo

Tsk tsk /t

A sneak peak into a snippet that I thought was cool

Leonardo acts nonchalant, pretending he hasn’t heard them closing in. He simply keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the piling. He smokes his cigarette, listening to them closing in.

But he stops when he feels a sudden gust of wind pass him in an upward motion.

Leonardo opens his eyes to see Bruce standing before him, blade in hand. He glances at the end of his cigarette to see it shortened close to his mouth. A threat.

Leonardo smiles, “Hey, Brucie. Have a cigarette on you? I think this one’s done.”

[nani-nonny]

Join me as I point and laugh at my silly peepaw

[nani-nonny]

Angst dialogue between LCD & WDS as big blue is injured and LCD saying 1 & 5 as big blue refuses the killer's help.

The plot could be about them getting lost from old timer and barbarian and big blue get hurt so his ghost siblings push him to accept LCD's help... I think he would... I hope so.

1. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

5. “Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

I won’t lie… writing this was hard because I could not, for the life of me, see LCD F!Leo saying these lines. (He doesn’t seem like this type of person anymore…) So I modified them to better fit him :) and for the plot, I’ll borrow a tossed idea from the I’m Blue fic :D it made sense in my head that way hehe

Anyways :D “Achilles”=LCD F!Leo & “Blue”=WDS F!Leo

Achilles kneels beside Blue as he reaches for his belt pocket on his side. “Stay still,” he orders snappily.

Blue slaps Achilles’s hand aside, glaring at the unmasked counterpart. His mouth draws up in disgust; he’s so close to gagging it’s almost insulting. He winces from this though, his hand quickly retreating to hold his wound again. A soft curse leaves with his slowed breath, “Shit…”

The wound on Blue’s side is almost in the exact spot of the wound he got in the final moments of the war. It perfectly hit the soft spot in his plastron, as if mocking the life he had left behind. It expands the wound and he knows fully well that his soft spot has grown larger. It’ll be a larger weakness.

Incoherent curses escape with his exhales again as he leans back on his propped elbow.

Blue can’t tell what or who he’s angry at for the moment. All he knows is that he’s pissed at something, and with the murderer kneeling beside him, it makes it easier to release this growing fury.

“You bitch,” Blue begins. “I just had to get stuck with you.”

Achilles doesn’t pay the younger counterpart’s insult any mind. From the ever present frown on his face, he’s more or less feeling the same way.

“Damnit, I know,” Blue snaps, but it’s not aimed at Achilles. It seems to be another moment where Blue is speaking to someone unknown to Achilles.

“I can handle it,” Blue reminds to the unknown, wincing sharply when he props himself up from his elbow to his hand. He fishes around in the pocket attached to his belt, rummaging with a shaking hand. He manages to pull out a dirty, wet, soggy roll of bandage that’s slowly absorbing the blood staining his hand.

Achilles watches from a safe distance, silently fumbling around with the first aid equipment in his back belt-pocket.

Blue squeezes the bandage, glaring at the sight of the contaminents that drip out. A roll of his eyes and he admits, “Yeah, I know. But it’s all I have.”

Achilles looks around for a brief moment, wondering if the unknown Blue speaks to are around. But it’s just him and Blue hiding under the cliff that overtakes a brook from above. He hardly feels the presences of anything in this dead forest, much less the others like himself. Is that why Blue is open to talking to these unknown?

Not wanting to dwell on the mystery that is his counterpart, he rises from his squat. He takes the daring few steps toward Blue and holds out his hand, offering the clean bandage.

Achilles doesn’t give Blue the chance to speak, interrupting whatever argument that may come. “Here. Take it, you’ll only slow us down with that,” he briefly explains with a cold tone. “We need to regroup with the others.”

Blue almost slaps Achilles’s hand away again, but the elder counterpart snaps his hand back just in time.

The dodge rattles Blue’s annoyance, wanting nothing more than to sock Achilles in the face if it weren’t for his wound. He hates seeing those dead eyes, wishing they would never open again or bless him with their disappearance. All because he knows now. He knows why the life in his counterpart’s eyes have died. And it makes him wish his counterpart had died with it.

“I don’t need your help, but if you want to help so badly, why don’t you just disappear,” Blue snaps oh-so-boldly. He doesn’t care that, in the case Achilles happens to crave blood upon that blade, his counterpart has the upper hand. He’d rather die than accept anything from a counterpart so unlike him, so despicable. A version of himself that he never, in a million lifetimes, would have believed to ever commit what Achilles had done.

“Is that what They told you to do?” Achilles asks.

Blue raises a confused brow, “What?”

“The things you talk to over your shoulder. We’ve all noticed by now the little comments you make to yourself,” Achilles answers with an eye roll.

Blue scoffs, “Sure, they’re the reason why I didn’t kill you the second I met you.”

Blue expects Achilles to retort or make a stupid joke, just like the other counterparts would have. Maybe make some off handed comment under a soft exhale filled with pure melancholy. But to his surprise, Achilles suddenly unsheaths the sword at his hip and kneels in front of Blue.

The braided hilt is flipped in Achilles’s hand and is suddenly pushed toward Blue as the elder counterpart holds the tip of the blade. The hilt hovers before Blue’s front, while the blade grazes Achilles’s plastron with the dulled tip.

Achilles’s gaze locks on Blue’s as he orders, “Then do it.”

Blue unconsciously grabs the braided hilt, gaze never leaving Achilles’s. “What?”

Achilles reiterates, “Kill me.”

Blue frowns at this new predicament, no longer focusing on the blood that slowly drips from his plastron to the dirt he lays on. It doesn’t make sense to him. He had tried to kill Achilles on that night talk. But Achilles had sought to stay alive, was determined not to die by his hand. So why now? Why not then?

After Blue fails to respond, Achilles pulls the tip of the blade into his plastron. His voice is colder when he challenges, “You wanted to kill me back then, so why not now?”

“What changed your mind?” Blue asks without meaning to, the words had slipped out. The sheer shock upon seeing the determined look on Achilles’s face, so willing to die by his hand, it baffles him.

Achilles’s hand grips the blade, ignoring the fresh blood slowly growing in his palm. “Because after some thought, I’ve decided that dying by my hand—hands that are clean in another lifetime—is better than continue living with blood I’ll never see wash away.”

Blue’s grip tightens, a newfound fury growing in his chest. His jaw clenches and unclenches, trying to find words to explain this growing anger. He doesn’t get it.

Achilles was so adamant on staying alive, to “atone” or whatever. But now he wants to die? Just like this? And by Blue’s hand? It’s like a blessing. But it doesn’t sit right with Blue. He wants to see Achilles disappear off the face of the earth, certainly by his hand, but to willingly give it away like this? It pisses him off. This doesn’t seem like justice, it seems like an escape.

Then it clicks.

The only reasonable explanation for why Achilles wanted to live so badly.

Having made the realization, Blue’s hand tightens around the braided hilt once again, eyes narrowing at his counterpart. “You make me sick,” Blue scowls.

Achilles stares at Blue for a few seconds, cold eyes assessing the emotion behind Blue’s stare. He stares and stares until he takes his sword back from Blue’s grip. He sheaths the sword back on his hip and leaves the bandage in Blue’s open palm. He rises to his feet again and holds the braided hilt once his hip.

“I know the feeling,” Achilles comments.

Blue sits up and bandages himself without Achilles’s help. It’s a slow, tedious process, one that is a bit sloppy and would have gone faster with assistance. And when he’s finished, he has to take a second to catch his breath.

Achilles doesn’t say anything or attempt to ask for permission when he suddenly pulls Blue to his feet. He doesn’t acknowledge the pained exhale from the sudden movement, nor does he look at the younger counterpart when he tugs Blue’s arm over his shoulders. He simply begins walking, using himself as a guide.

And to Blue’s surprise, Achilles speaks.

“I won’t say thank you for not killing me. And I won’t appreciate a thanks for taking you with me. I don’t expect you to understand me and what I’ve done. I won’t tell you what I’ve done and why I did it, even if you ask, because it doesn’t matter.”

Blue looks at the ground as they walk, ignoring the pain coming from his torso.

“My death will come when it takes me. And as much as I wish it would come soon, I know that it won’t come soon enough. It’s my fault, I know it. And I can’t escape from it. My life will become my own personal hell until the end. So maybe you’ll find comfort in knowing that in exchange for not killing me.”

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I’m beginning to realize WDS F!Leo is my favorite peepaw to write intimidating peepaw scenes… hmmm /pos

Although that isn’t to say this tiny snippet in particular is him being threatening. :D it’s more of an “out of context” moment from an intimating peepaw scene (the same scene yesterday’s wds snippet is from :D)

The slider sighs, “Alright, you got me. I’m not here to make friends.”

Leonardo picks up the bottle between his fingers, balancing it between his digits before tossing it up in the air. In one swift movement, he kicks the back leg of Bruce’s chair, sending the wooden leg to the other side of the restaurant. He grabs the backrest of Bruce’s chair with his prosthesis before the dragon yokai can reach the floor in his fall.

Immediately the several other yokai in the room jump to their feet, reaching into their pockets and reaching for a fight.

Leonardo smirks smugly as he watches the glass bottle he had flung finally fall down and land perfectly on Bruce’s eyepatch. The glass doesn’t break on contact, but it does make a thick sounding thunk before falling to ground and shattering on impact.

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Hehe :)

WDS snippet with F!Leo

Bruce still doesn’t budge and leans on the podium. “Hey, buddy!”

Leonardo finishes the rest of his beer bottle and stands. He wordlessly raises the glass towards the mob boss in a greeting gesture then walks into the kitchen.

Alone in the kitchen, Leonardo tosses his glass bottle into its recycling bin and washes his hands. In his head, he hears the voices of his siblings.

“It’s Bruce! I remember him!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Leo and I meet him back when Hueso needed some extra staff. He was a pretty chill guy, but I don’t remember him in the war against Krang…”

Leonardo dries his hands as he answers in a low voice in case Hueso might hear, “That’s because I killed him.”

The voices go quiet.

Leonardo can’t blame them. It had been a tough decision to make. And it never did sit right with him. Plenty “what if” and “if only” questions often came up in his mind when it came to the people they lost. Bruce was one of them.

He feels… guilty, seeing Bruce again. The yokai truly was a good guy, despite the crime. Had a nice family, a well-paying job—minus the crime aspect, a support group—of sorts if a mob counts, friends…

It felt wrong then and it still feels wrong now.

Leonardo feels like he needs to apologize, but to this version of Bruce? The guilt still lies within but this isn’t the man he killed. So he needs to lie low, out of sight until they leave. That’s all.

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“Am I spooky?” audio but it’s the bishop & wds f!leo snippet

(Wonder where this piece fits in to the other snippets *side eyes expectantly*)

"We merely want to asses whether you are a danger to human existence, or not. Surely you understand," Agent Bishop tries to reason with Leonardo as he, in turn, leans forward and entangles his fingers on the table.

"Are you afraid of me, Agent Bishop?" Leonardo asks in a cold tone, testing the nerves of this agent.

The agent doesn't show any signs of reaction, he remains still in his seat. Although, he doesn't move or speak for a solid minute. Whether he takes his time in examining Leonardo for flaws in his threatening facade or not, he doesn't so much as quiver at the lip in reaction.

Agent Bishop clears his throat, "I'm afraid that question doesn't help your case, if you claim to be an ally."

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Direct Follow-up for this snippet for WDS hehe might want to check it out before you read this :) (I found the source hidden in my files yippee!!! :D)

Agent Bishop finally cracks, a nervous swallow of anxiety trails down his throat. He slowly releases the key and backs up. His hand reaches behind himself, blindly searching for the backrest of his chair before sitting down. He fixes his tie and swallows again, clears his throat to collect himself before smoothing back his gelled hair.

“You’re aware I have to report this to the higher ups,” Agent Bishop warns to save face.

“Leo! Stop this!”

With an utmost confidence, Leonardo leans back in his chair and tucks away the key. He got the exact response he expected, he can't trust the EPF in the present or the future. He shrugs with an air of nonchalance and replies, “Report to them. Send them the audio files and the recording of our session.” He smirks and adds in a cocky tone, “Tell them you failed to find out anything about me, especially whether I am a friend or not.”

“No, that’s not what we want, Leo…”

Agent Bishop’s forces his trembling jaw to flatten his lips in a thin line. He breathes in to calm his nerves before giving another warning, “I'm sure you don't want to start anything as much as we don't.”

The warning washes over Leonardo like the smallest of waves, he remains unbothered still. He balances on the hind legs of his chair as he casually responds, “I won't start anything, but I won't stand aside and watch anything you fail to begin.”

“Isn’t he threatening to start a war…?”

“I understand. Thank you for this uplifting conversation,” Agent Bishop fixes his tie again and bows his head to dismiss himself as he rises from his seat.

But before Agent Bishop can step out of the door, Leonardo calls after the agent.

“The key will remain safe with me, and if any of your little friends dare threaten me in any way, I won't hesitate to repay in kind.”

Agent Bishop's hand lingers on the doorknob, a stiffness to his shoulders at Leonardo’s warning. He doesn’t turn to face Leonardo, but it’s easy to tell the warning is taken to heart. His fingers squeeze around the handle before he asks, “Will settling as acquaintances sit well with you?”

Leonardo smirks as his chair drops from its tilted stance which makes a sound that reverberates through the small room like a miniature explosion, making Agent Bishop flinch at the door. His prosthetic finger taps on the table, clack clack clack. “Is that what you want?”

Agent Bishop is silent for a second. He seems to be weighing the possibilities and thinking about what he should say.

Leonardo sighs, loud and obnoxious. “I’m not a patient guy,” he says aloud to no one in particular.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

Leonardo can practically hear Agent Bishop swallow nervously in his ear.

Finally, Agent Bishop breathes in again before responding, “It isn’t for me to say.”

Leonardo clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, “Damn, what a shame. Those bosses of yours are really messing things up for you, aren’t they?”

Leonardo rolls his neck, massaging a loud pop out of his bones to unnerve Agent Bishop. It works. “You really wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of things,” he warns nonchalantly. “Wouldn’t it be better to have all the power? To do what you want, instead of being told what to do?”

The bait has been cast. And Leonardo watches any sign of movement from Agent Bishop, whose hand still holds the door handle.

There’s a clear second that Agent Bishop hesitates to respond. A little nibble.

But Agent Bishop is loyal as he responds, “If that were possible, not just to me but to everyone on this planet, there would be chaos.”

Leonardo nods in approval. A warning for both of them. “Right… the cameras. I’ll ask another time then,” he responds.

It’s a clear dismissal from Leonardo’s tone, but Agent Bishop still hasn’t moved.

The agent asks again, cautiously this time, “Am I wrong to assume we may settle this matter as one amongst acquaintances?”

Leonardo shrugs. “Depends.”

Agent Bishop’s head cocks back slightly, a hint of disbelief in his tone as he repeats, “Depends?”

Leonardo almost laughs as Agent Bishop clears his throat. The agent was too stunned by his response to reply properly to him. “Depends on a certain… matter.”

“What’s the ‘matter’?”

“Oh, come on, don’t do it.”

Leonardo stifles a laugh that escapes as a snort. “Nothing, why do you ask?”

Agent Bishop sighs.

Leonardo waves his hand dismissively even though Agent Bishop still hasn’t turned around from the door. “Sorry, you set yourself up for that one. But on a serious note, the matter of my recorded appearances.”

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Another WDS bishop snippet :D

(I like writing Bishop. It’s fun to think of the different roles he played in ‘03 and ‘12 then mix it for rise)

Leonardo stares at Agent Bishop, glaring at the well-dressed man like it was his fault the Hamato siblings were talking over each other. They were a real headache these days, especially today.

“Last time we talked, we came to an agreement, didn’t we? You don’t show your face anywhere around my vicinity, and I stay in my place. Right?”

It wasn’t a mutual agreement and more of a threat, but hey, words are words. Words are tricky and fun like magic. What he says can be perceived another way or how he wants them to be perceived.

Agent Bishop nodded, “Of course, I remember clearly.”

“That’s great, Bishop, that’s great,” Leonardo nodded cheerfully. He was stupid to think the EPF would understand. He simply wanted to rest, have some relaxing time in a world without the Krang. Is it really that hard to achieve?

Leonardo suddenly snaps forward, no time to react with the element of surprise on his side. He grabs a handful of Agent Bishop's collar and pulls the agent up close. “Then why the fuck did I have five of your guys tailing me?”

Agent Bishop hardens his stare despite his shaking hands gripping the table. “I believe we were scoping the vicinity of those around you and not you yourself.”

“Same fucking thing,” Leonardo spits back.

Agent Bishop swallows nervously as he explains, “Your… suggestions were deemed matters to be taken into account. We decided that keeping a close eye on your familiars is the best option in securing humanity’s safety.”

‘Humanity’s safety?’

“How ironic.”

So his family has been targeted because they’re considered threats to the world? The same family that saved the fucking world months ago? The same family that nearly died saving a world that didn’t know they existed?

“‘Safety.’ For your safety, huh?” Leonardo repeated before slamming Bishop face first into the table. “Did you consider your safety in the case I found out?”

“We don’t want any bad blood—,” Bishop tried to recover but Leonardo interrupts again.

“Should’ve thought of that before you decided we’re threats to humanity,” Leonardo countered. He shoves Bishop to the floor and throws open the door.

“W-Wait! Mr. Hamato, you can’t—!” Bishop calls after Leonardo but he slams the door closed.

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Ch.11: Whispers - Whispers of Distant Souls

*blasts Yeah Sure Whatever by Ben Schwartz because I need a mood booster after this tiring, hot-as-balls week I swear I’m sweating just sitting down*

Did I skip out on finishing a graph for my chem class because it looked boring? Yes. Did I finish writing this chapter to avoid doing that graph for my chem lab? Yes again.

I’m responsible I swear.

Also (spoilers?) vvvvv

Cue author aka me staring at this photo realizing I made an oopsie:

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Ch.13: Family Again - Whispers of Distant Souls

Almost titled this chapter simply “Family” and I was going to slap a picture of Vin Diesel everywhere but I withheld.

I lied. Just one Vin Diesel.

Aunque digan que soy un bandolero donde voy something something I forget the words right now…

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Possible/hypothetical snippet for WDS that I couldn’t get out of my head and posting because this post and friend wanted to see.

Intimidating F!Leo goes brrrr

vvvvvvv

"You still have yet to state your claim. Are you a threat or an ally?" Agent Bishop presses.

Instead of toying with the agent this time, Leonardo reaches for his side, alerting the agent into wielding a gun in response.

At the same time, Leonardo hears in his ear Donatello's voice question him, "What are you doing, Leo? Do you know what you're doing?"

Leonardo set the wooden key on the table with a heavy thunk, never lifting his hand from the top of the cylinder-shaped statue. "Do you know what this is, Agent Bishop?"

The agent fails to hide his interest as his eyebrows raise. He doesn't answer Leonardo's question, but it's enough for Leonardo to know what he's working with.

“This is the key that unleashed the Krang from the Prison Dimension to ours. Are you aware of what it cost to steal it back from their clutches?"

Agent Bishop doesn't respond.

"I know what you know, Agent Bishop. Far more than you may realize or even attempt to believe. And I know that this is something you have no jurisdiction in knowing about. All you were tasked with is finding me. But you fail to realize what it means to speak with me, and you can not even begin to fathom the severity of the situation."

"Leonardo Hamato."

Agent Bishop reaches for the key, pale fingers wrapping around the cylinder but failing to lift the object the slightest bit. His muscle strain to pry it from Leonardo's hand. When Agent Bishop looks up from the key, he finds Leonardo staring down at him, as if he were a lower ranked operative.

Leonardo doesn’t blink and calmly continues as he glares down at the agent.

“This relic is an item that I can only think of surrendering to a trustworthy ally. So let me ask you this.”

Leonardo pulls hard and sudden, forcing the agent to stand and lean over the table whilst gripping the key. Agent Bishop is face-to-face with Leonardo, face-to-face with a creature of unknown strengths and weaknesses.

"Are you an ally? Or are you my enemy?"