#Full Splinter Reveal BABY

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 11- A Sun, A Moon, and a Misunderstanding

Normally when someone woke up early, they would be warmly greeted by the soft rays of sunshine peeking through the window, or perhaps the cheerful melodies of a bird singing their song…

But for a mutant teenager with tendencies to sleep through alarms, that was not the case.

Mikey jolted upright after getting pelted by Raph’s pillow.

“IF YOU DON’T GET UP, I’M GONNA SMEAR BACON GREASE ALL OVER YOUR PAINTIN’.” Raphael warned in his ‘it’s WAY too early for this’ tone.

Raph was a lot of things: hot-headed, passionate, cool but rude… but a bluffer he was not.

Mikey launched himself off his bunk bed just as Raph began reaching for one of the many slabs of bacon decorating his black and red-rimmed plate. Landing perfectly, the youngest cheerily jogged up to his fiery brother with an impossibly large grin for such an early hour.

“G’morning to you too, Raph.” He sarcastically greeted, despite the stretched yawn cracking his jaw. “Sleep well?”

Raphael turned towards him with a piece of bacon between his fangs and unenthusiastic expression dragging down his face.

“... It wasn’t exactly a peaceful slumber, Mike.” He grumbled before chewing and swallowing the steamy slices of smoked meat. 

Oh… right…

“Ooooh yeah…” Mikey hissed through his teeth as he remembered the events of the night before. He rubbed at the slight ache in his neck. “I hope uh… I hope Don’s doing better now…” 

Raph’s expression softened. “Yeah… I hope so too, little brother.” He whispered as he reached an arm out and wrapped it around Mikey’s shoulders. Mikey quietly hummed as he leaned further into his big brother’s touch. “I think he’ll be fine. He’s a tough guy. Just needs some time to get over what… happened. Probably wouldn’t hurt to pray for him too, hmm?”

Mikey nodded with a smile beginning to spread across his lips. “Yeah… yeah, I can do that.” 

“Good.” Raph grunted as he finished off another slice of bacon, licking the smears of grease off his fingers. “Now get your sorry shell into the kitchen before Sensei has your head.” He spoke sternly, as his grip around Mikey’s shoulders rose to wrap around his neck in a playful gesture that all youngest siblings knew well.

“-GAHK- RAPH! GHH! LET GOOO!” Mikey chuckled and growled as he struggled in his older brother’s grip. The two continued to tussle, and despite the empty plate still in one of his hands, Raph remained the victor. Sure, Mikey was nimble and fast, but compared to Raph’s strength and battle smarts, he didn’t have a chance. It had always been that way. Sometimes, if Mikey got the element of surprise on his side, he would have a better shot at beating his big brother in combat- but unfortunately, it was super difficult to surprise someone who watched you like a hawk. It didn’t take long for Raph to catch on to Mikey’s tactics when they sparred.

Eventually, the grip around the youngest’s neck loosened, silently stating that their tussle was over. Mikey subconsciously rang a wrestling match bell in his head. 

DING! DING! DING! Winner once againnnn~ Raphael!

“Alright- we gotta get goin’.” Raph declared in a gravelly tone, still getting over the extra heavy gravity of the early morning. “Thanks to you, now we’re both late.” He began to walk to the doorway, swinging his plate in the air in a “COME ON” motion as he made a brisk exit into the hallway.

Mikey began to follow his big bro to the door, but stopped at the sound of a weak groan emanating from the eldest’s bed. 

OOh! Lotus is awake!

“G’morninggggg sleepy shelllllll~” Mikey sang warmly as he strode across the room. Bending over Leo’s- er- Lotus’ mattress, Mikey got a good look at this newcomer to his home. Her skin was a misty shade of jade, speckled with blues and purples all over her wrists, arms, ankles, and neck. Mikey’s smile faltered and fizzled at the sight of the painful bruises etched deep into Lotus’ skin. His attention was then drawn to the intricate markings displayed on her arms and head; A crescent moon adorned the sides of her face, as elegant stars were Masterfully painted onto her arms. As his gaze trailed down, he also noticed small glimpses of markings on her toes and feet too, mirroring the look of a ballet dancer’s shoes.

Beautiful.

Mikey’s gaze zipped back to the head of the bed as a startled gasp harshly broke through the silence of the room. The youngest’s body tensed as he watched Lotus jolt awake and clumsily shuffle to the corner of the nook. Away from him.

OH SHOOT- 

He raised his arms submissively in the air, shaking his head. “N-no, no, it’s okay!! You’re safe! I’m… not going to hurt you! Promise!” He tried to make his voice as calm as he could, but he didn’t quite succeed, leaving his words shaky and unsure. 

What do I do- what do I do- What do I DO???

Mikey watched as Lotus’ chest rose and fell with strenuous speed, forcing staggered gasps to claw out of her throat. A tinted pane of murky glass seemed to cover her darting irises, revealing to Mikey that she hadn’t quite woken up yet. His hands clenched at his sides as ideas began tumbling through his head in unorganized chaos.

Whaaat do I DO- Is she having a panic attack? Can she breathe? What if she can’t BREATHE?!! LEO HASN’T TAUGHT ME CPR YET-

Leo.

… What would Leo do? 

Mikey silently ransacked his brain, searching for the misplaced memories like a toy he had lost one too many times. 

Finally, the memory revealed itself to him.

“You want to be gentle but firm.” Mind Leo softly instructed him, “If you speak with too much uncertainty, you’ll most likely scare your patient, or they won’t take you seriously. You need to uphold a sense of authority in the situation. Own it. Your patient will see your confidence, and will hopefully trust that you know what you’re doing.”

… And Leo says I don’t pay attention during his medic lessons~ HA!

Okay. Gentle. Firm. Certain. Confident. GOT IT.

Mikey kept his arms in the air as he slowly knelt down. Lotus’ glazed eyes followed his careful movements, looking a little less murky and a bit more clear. 

Gentle.

“It’s okay, Lo. You’re safe. I-I think you just-”

Firm. 

“... You had a nightmare. No one is going to hurt you. You’re in the lair, my home. There’s no bad guys here. Just me and my family.” Mikey spoke in his best Leo impression, with the hand gestures and everything. He may not have had the natural confidence needed here, but he sure as heck could fake it by acting like someone who would.

Certain.

“I think you just need to get up and stretch your legs. That always makes me feel better if I had a rough night!” Mikey smiled as bright as he could as he began to slowly stand back up, still keeping his hands in the air. He again watched Lotus’ irises as the dusty clouds of nightmares continued to part, revealing a soft lavender from beneath. Her plastron rose and fell much slower too, making Mikey’s smile grow ever brighter.

It’s working! THANK YOU, MIND LEO!

Mikey edged closer and sat down on the rim of the mattress, holding out his hands. “Is it okay if I take you to go get breakfast? You gotta be starving!” 

Lotus let out one last, shaky breath as her body slumped against the wall. She looked him dead in the eyes, almost studying him. It felt weird. Mikey tensed and squirmed under the vibrant hues of purple burning into his face, but despite the discomfort-

Confident.

He kept his eyes locked onto hers. When he didn’t back down, Lotus’ posture tensed again as she dragged her gaze to the sheets below her. At first, Mikey was afraid he scared her again, and with each second that passed, his artificial confidence continued to lessen. For what felt like hours but was probably only a minute, Mikey sat there with his arms outstretched, waiting for Lotus’ answer. He could tell she was thinking by how she bit and chewed on her lip.

Eventually, with a deep, agitated but compliant sigh, Lotus softly nodded her head. That was all Mikey needed before he plucked her into his arms and ran down the hall with her.

“SWEET! Dude, you’re going to love this! Raph makes the best fried egg sandwiches! Uh… that is- if he saved us some- And there’s bacon that I can fry up too, or if you’re a cereal kinda gal I can get my cherished frosted flakes from my hiding spot! When you have sibs you kinda have to hide some stuff if you want any- That’s just how it is with three older bros- Not sure if that’s normal haha- Do you have a favorite kind of cereal?” 

Lotus’ response was a small gag making her lurch into his plastron with a *thud*.

“OH CRAP- Are you still sick??” Mikey yelled out as he skidded to a stop in the middle of the hallway, making Lotus twitch and burrow further into his chest. “Oh... was that… too loud?” 

Mikey sensed a tense, minimal nod against his plastron.

“Sorryyyyyyyy.” He whispered into her ear, forcing a full-on shiver to rattle her thin body. 

… I think I suck at this.

Instead of jammering on again, Mikey did his best to be quiet as he walked to the living room, quickly being greeted by the sight of Leo and Raph doing their Bible reading. The faint aromas of smoky bacon and fried eggs still hung in the air, with a teeny whiff of burnt toast from the toaster. 

“Good morning Mik-” Leo began, but halted instantly with an uncomely squeak at the sight of Mikey holding his still recovering patient in his arms. “MICHELANGELO HANTEN HAMATO.”

Raph’s head shot up from his Bible with a surprised expression blooming into one of morbid curiosity.

Oh dang- full name- haha I’m a goner.

“Y-yeahhh?” Mikey weakly replied with a shrug of his shoulders and a plastic smile on his face.

“WHAT are you doing with Lotus? She’s still recovering- she needs to rest-” Leo jarringly ranted as he got up off the floor, closing and tucking away his Bible. His arms were waving like crazy with each fragment of a sentence he got out. “- Are you being careful with her leg? Is she in any pain? WHY IS SHE SO QUIET- …Wait… Why is she so quiet.” Leo’s bellowing voice swiftly shifted to hushed monotone as his gaze fell onto the limp mutant wrapped in Mikey’s arms.

Wait, he's right! When did she go boneless on me???

“Lotus?” Leo whispered as he crept closer, his arms reaching out with gentle care. The girl in Mikey’s arms didn’t react at all. “Lotus, are you alright? Do you feel okay?”

A teeny, tiny, strained groan squeezed past Lotus’ lips. She moved a little, pulling her head slowly from Mikey’s plastron to face Leo. She… did not look so good.

“Dizzzzzyyyy…” She queasily moaned as her body returned to being limp, her chin landing softly into Leo’s ready, open palms.

“GYEE- I’m taking that as a no.” Leo stated briskly as he gestured for Mikey to bring her to the couch. The youngest nodded and complied without hesitation.

Yes- Please take the position of Medic again- I am NOT cut out for this yet... Mikey inwardly groaned to himself as he followed Leo to the couch. Without a word needing to be spoken, Raph shut his Bible and leapt off his cushion, giving Mikey full access as he gently placed Lotus down.

“Let me guess- Mikey talked her ear off and now she’s in a coma.” Raph jokingly taunted.

Oh hahaha so funny.

“I did not!” Mikey squawked in mild defense, placing his hands on his hips. He turned to the oldest who was now kneeling and assessing his patient. “Seriously Leo, I just asked her if she wanted some breakfast! She’s gotta be starving after hurling her guts o-” 

Mikey winced as Raph slapped him in the back of the head.

“... After being sick, she’s got nothin’ in her stomach!” He said while rubbing at the now sore spot. “And she nodded when I asked- I didn’t just take off with her!” He continued to defend himself, while also giving his oldest brother the context he needed to figure out a solution. Leo was always good at that.

Guess it’s just an older brother thing. Or maybe a leader thing? Both. Both? Both. Both is good.

Leo puffed air through his teeth as he finished looking at Lotus’ incision.  “Mikey- as always you got the right heart behind your actions-” Leo said as he turned to look at the youngest with an understanding smile. “... But I think you jumped the gun a bit.”

Mikey’s face slowly crumbled like a week-old cookie.

Leo’s eyes widened as his hands shot up in a steadying motion.

“W-wait. What I mean is, I think you made her motion sick by carrying her. That kind of movement can be very disorienting, especially to someone who doesn’t walk all that often. You most likely threw her center of gravity off- which is why she’s so dizzy now.”

Mikey’s smile remained hidden behind the opaque wall of guilt that was quickly forming around him.

“You didn’t know!” The eldest continued, attempting to lessen the blow of shame crashing down on the youngest, “But now you do, and… you can be more careful.”

Mikey’s head fell down solemnly.

It’s not even nine AM and I’ve already colossally screwed up.

 “Lotus has a long way to go in her recovery. I need to sit and make a plan with Don over what she should try to eat- as well as I need to make sure she’s not allergic to anything...” Leo began to list out, getting lost in the many medical checklists Mikey knew occupied his oldest brother’s head. “... Not to mention I need to get some blood samples to see if there’s anything in her veins left from the lab… Wouldn’t hurt to check on the bruises again and make sure they’re healing properly- and I need to see what Don’s got on that implant we found in her-”

Leo’s sentence was cut off by a frightened whimper.

“Lo?” Mikey said as he and Leo turned to face her in concern. Mikey’s expression fell faster than an avalanche down a mountain, sending a cold chill through his spine as he looked down at Lotus. She was cowering.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Leo spoke tenderly, as he instinctually rushed to comfort her. His voice swiftly shifted from a rushing river of anxiety and plans to a quiet stream of gentleness and concern. His hand rose to land on Lotus’ arm, but hesitated midway. Crystal irises met with frightened purple, most likely asking for silent permission to touch her. 

 Mikey watched with adoring fascination as his oldest brother once again proved why he was the best pick for Team Medic.

 “I know that sounds like a lot, but we’re going to take it one day at a time.” He said as his hand slowly landed onto Lotus’ wrist. “We’ll go as slow as we can. No surprises. I pr-” 

Leo seemed to choke on the word “promise”, acting as if its name was foreign and poisonous to his tongue. Lotus reacted similarly, as her soft, shaken gaze hardened into a glare of warning. 

Raph twitched next to him.

Leo’s shoulders rose in a tense arch as he retreated his head to his chest, letting out a small sigh. “... I hope.”

That seemed to be the correct answer, as Lotus’ harsh expression placated and her posture loosened. 

I guess I can’t blame her… Leo did say back in the Medbay that he had screwed up with the Lido- whatchamacallit juice… Something about it not working? Or… Not lasting long enough. But- that wasn’t his fault! Why would Lotus blame him for that? It was a total accident! 

Mikey thought back to the events of yesterday.

Huh… Maybe that’s why she was sick. Maybe she had a… a… what do you call ittttt~ Oh- Allergic reaction! If that’s it, then there was no way Leo could’ve known! 

… But then… what was that glare about?... 

Mikey knew like the back of his hand how to identify different kinds of expressions. As the youngest, it was his birthright to annoy his brothers endlessly. And throughout the years, he quickly learned how to gauge each of their reactions- whether they were growls, glares, taunts, hisses, or the usual shout. 

Leo always responded the same. A quick verbal warning, followed by the usual threat to tell their dad. Easy and predictable. Boring.

Don was a wild card. It completely depended on the day, how work was going, and how many brain cells had died due to his customers’ stupidity. His reactions ranged from a simple warning hiss to physically chucking books. On a severely bad day, his freckled brother would give chase after rushedly telling his client on his headset that he’d “be right back~”.

Raph was the middle ground. But he hadn’t always been that way. In his younger years, he would almost always react to Mikey’s pranks with violence, wrestling or biting the youngest until he apologized or ran away to dad. He never truly did any harm, but more or less just frightened Mikey away.

And then things began to change rapidly. Raph and Leo fought more. They drifted apart and spoke harshly to each other. Any time they would begin to argue, tears would relentlessly begin streaming down Mikey’s face. Soon after, Don’s gentle hand would guide the youngest out of the room where the two would sit in the brothers’ bedroom and color, surrounded by muffled shouts echoing through their no longer peaceful home. Mikey hated hearing his oldest brothers fight so often. They wouldn’t try to argue out a truce or understanding, but instead inflicted more verbal wounds on each other. Their words became sharper than the blades they had been gifted for their fourteenth birthdays. More blood was shed through insults than in sparring practice. Eventually, Master Splinter completely drowned both Raph and Leo in homework, having hours of Bible lessons in their dad’s room.

All that to say…

Mikey knew what bitterness looked like. And that same weariness of two souls separating in painful warfare returned to his heart when he saw how Lotus had looked at his oldest brother.

I don’t want this to happen again.

“BOYS.”

Every living soul in that room tensed at the lightning CRACK of Master Splinter’s call.

Oh we’re all dead. 

Mikey didn’t have to look at the time to know that he and his brothers were beyond late to practice… And now they were about to reap those consequences. All the brothers quickly ran to the door of the dojo, simultaneously calling back “Yes, Master Splinter!”

When they all entered, sporting the walk of shame with their heads slightly hunched inward, they quickly found their places on colored mats placed neatly on the ground.

Once Mikey’s knees planted themselves onto the thick fabric, and his nostrils breathed in the fresh scents of Sensei’s candles flickering in the corner of the room, a realization sparked inside of him of how long it had been since all the brothers had done their training together. Ever since Don and Raph were taken, Leo and Sensei were spending nearly every waking second searching for the twins. While they were gone, Mikey was forced to stay home thanks to his annoying ankle still healing. It was incredibly boring and beyond aggravating to be forced to rest and heal while his family was searching for its treasured missing pieces.

Throughout all those weeks of searching and healing, the brothers didn’t step foot in the dojo together. Mikey knew Leo would go in to train late at night, with the youngest frequently waking to the echoed *taps* of the punching bag being wailed on…

But this was the first time they were all back together for training; A big step in the right direction to recovering from their wounds, and grow stronger again as a team.

Mikey’s thoughts came to a screeching halt at the sound of Sensei clearing his throat to get his attention.

Leo was the first to speak up as usual.

“Uh- Sorry, Dad… We had a little situation with Lotus-”

“- Do you mean the female turtle?” Their sensei asked, tilting his head and perking his ears in question.

“Yeah, that’s what she told us to call her… Anyways, she wasn’t feeling great so we just had to make sure she was okay.” The oldest spoke meekly, his eyes meeting their father’s in due respect. Leo gave a cheesy grin with a weak chuckle. “We um… we didn’t mean to be late…”

Splinter’s expression didn’t change all that much, his ears slacking to their normal height. His whiskers twitched as he let out a thoughtful hum, making the brown and white fur adorning his face bristle just the slightest. A long, five fingered paw rose to stroke the white beard hanging from his pointed chin.

“Hmm. I see.” The old master mused, raising his hazel brows in contemplation. “I suppose it would be fine if you skipped your training today, Leonardo. Please, go take care of our guest. But I still expect you to practice those katas after dinner. You are excused.” He said with a gentle wave of his hand, allowing Leo to stand up, give a graceful bow of his head, and return into the living room.

Lucky.

“Michelangelo.” 

Mikey twitched at his name being called and straightened his posture, giving Sensei his full attention. “Yeah, Dad?” He asked, doing his best not to allow his voice to crack. Going by the fact that a muffled snort escaped out of Raph, he didn’t quite stick the landing.

“I would like to talk with you privately after training is over. There are some… matters we must discuss. Now that you’re thirteen, I must tell you about some changes that will be happening.”

Raph snorted again, but was instantly cut off by a loud *THWAP* of Sensei’s staff bopping the fiery brother’s head.

Confusion and dread pooled into Mikey’s breakfast-less gut.

AM I IN TROUBLE???

And that's it for this chapter!! :)

We have officially reached the "healing" arc in my story. These coming chapters are going to be a bit more slice-of-life, but don't worry, there will still be a lot going on! It felt really nice to write a chapter in Mikey's perspective again. He's just so bright and cheery, and he gives me the best opportunities to sneak in easter eggs from other shows with his dialogue or inner thoughts. ;)

AND NOW Y'ALL KNOW WHAT SPLINTER LOOKS LIKE. YIPPEE KAI YAY. ~ (I had to use 2012 Splinter as reference guys- I'm sorry I just can NOT get that ratman's anatomy to LOOK RIGHT- XD But I am happy with how his overall design turned out!)

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[tojisun]

cw: messy smut & hand fetish

simon’s bird is a twitchy thing, buzzing about with tepid energy thrumming underneath your skin. he’d even catch you shifting around when you’re sitting still for too long, gaze dancing between objects as you try to tether yourself back to the conversation. it’s an adorable thing—it could be worrying on days when it splinters into a spiralling—but it has always been cute.

even cuter was the way that you’ll only stop when his hand clamps down on your thigh. you’ll twitch, blinking at his hold, before melting. you’ll never look away, your mind is quiet even for a moment, and for a while, simon thought that it was the touch that grounded you. that it was the weight of his hand that eases up your flighty thoughts, allowing you a reprieve.

it’s only after you moved in with him that he realizes that grounding you didn’t even need to be his touch because your mind stutters at the mere sight of his hands. and what a delight that realization was.

it came to him when he walked into the living room after being holed up in the garage, fixing up your car, only to see you freeze at seeing the way that oil tainted his fingertips, highlighting the ridges of his veins and the rough patches his scars. what he thought was a scrutiny of how dirty he’s gotten, ended up being a quiet thrum of your admiration.

it made him dizzy with elation—oh how adorable you are with your futile attempts to rip your eyes from his hands, unable to utter anything but a breathless gasp of his name. god, look how cute you are. how easy. falling apart at the mere sight of his hands.

he didn’t even need to touch you for your desire to burn hotter, your eyes always gravitated at the way he massaged them with lotion or cracked his knuckles. he doesn’t even have a thing for a hands but you’ve made him more conscious of it, almost like it is something pornographic.

so, naturally, he had to do something about it.

buying the full-length mirror and installing it in the bedroom was a hassle but simon loves it now.

“don’t look away,” he rumbles before curling his fingers and plunging them deeper in you. the wet squelch echoes in the room louder than his voice did, drawing out a hiccuped squeal from the base of your throat.

this isn’t even the first time that simon’s got you propped on his lap with your legs forced open by the spread of his thighs, but being fingered in front of the mirror really has you feeling shy, huh? you can’t even watch yourself properly, tending to run away from the sight by screwing your eyes close and tipping your chin low like by doing so, you could pretend that the mirror isn’t revealing every debauchery he’s making out of your pussy.

but god. you should see this—his hand is so soaked with your juices that it’s got it shining like a fucking glazed doughnut. it’s so messy as you drip onto him, your cunt spasming like the greedy hole that it is.

simon croons this to you, his other hand cupping your jaw to brush his thumb just over your kiss-swollen lips, coaxing you to open to your eyes. telling you to see how needy you really are—and even then, your pussy is more honest than you are being right now.

“c’mon, baby,” simon murmurs, twisting his fingers juuust right, making you keen, your legs jumping in your attempt to shut them close only for simon to knock them wide open again. “look at y’r cunt, love, makin’ my hand look all glossy.”

he huffs a laugh at the way your pussy clamps down on his fingers at hearing his words, your cunt betraying your stubborn self once more. truly what a naughty bird he’s got; acting all shy when you’re just as hungry as he is—

“isn’t that right, hun?”

simon thought that it’d take another coaxing, another curling of his fingers or maybe finally adding his pinky to stretch you even wider for his cock, but your resolve fizzled out fast. your tearful eyes peel open, blinking to adjust them to the light. they dance from the reflection of his face, meeting his eyes, before finally dragging down to where you’ve got your pussy spasming around his fingers at his beckoning nod.

he feels more than sees the moment you get a glimpse at what a beautiful sight you make.

“si—!” you gasp, reaching up to clamp down on the arm that he’s got around your chest. your hips begin to wiggle, almost like you desperately want to ride his hand, and oh, that thought makes simon’s cock jump from underneath his sweats.

“si, i’m cummin— i wanna— i’m—!”

he doubles his efforts, fucking his fingers in, nudging them along your walls, before fucking them out in a dizzying pace that has you screaming, your body tensing like a string being pulled taut. it is so messy now, each thrust of his hand meeting the fat lips of your cunt echo with a wet slap, and simon truly can’t wait to lap up at your juices left on his pruning fingers.

your nails bite his skin but he doesn’t even feel the prickles as your walls begin to spasm, your jaw dropping for a soundless scream, then—

an angry gush. your squirt hits the mirror, splattering so wildly, and simon swears he’s gone cross-eyed with his lust.

how beautiful you are, your body locking on his lap for a moment as you ride out your orgasm before falling limply into his embrace, your eyes staring faraway like he’s fried your brain with his fingers alone. he croons, pressing kisses on your sweaty temple, and carefully pulls his fingers out. you rumble, whining in overstimulation, and simon pets you in comfort.

he lifts his hand up—it is wet and his fingers have pruned—before immediately stuffing them in his mouth. he didn’t even notice the way you’ve been watching him until you squeak at seeing him desperately suck on his fingers.

simon flicks his eyes up to meet your gaze from the mirror and, even with a mouthful, he gives you a grin. you breathe in sharply, still shy but refusing to break the heated eye contact, and simon rumbles, pleased, because his cock is painfully hard. it is rutting along the cleft of your ass, leaking pre-, and it is very needy for the feeling of your pussy hotly swallowing all of him up.

[rika-mmendmethings]

Against Blood & Water l Sylus

Chapter 1

CH 2 →

Summary: Seventeen years ago, your life had taken a turn for the worse when your newborn twins were separated from you by a cruel twist of fate. The same fate had led you to the N109 Zone, to your children who were all grown up now. Reconciliation with your boys would've been slightly easier had they somehow not acquired a father figure over the years who wasn't letting them go anytime soon.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. For this chapter: manipulative relationship, unplanned pregnancy, unresponsible man, parent child abduction, only angst in this one.

Word count: 1.8k

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Notes: This story is for the Sylus girlies' who consider Luke and Kieran their babies. There'd probably be some important questions in your mind after you finish reading this. Some of them would be revealed in the coming chapters. Slightly altered details would be present in the story but mostly it won't deviate from the timeline. A little information on the timeline: in this story, the reader is 35 with Luke and Kieran being 17. Sylus never felt like 28 to me so he's a hot ass 39 year old man (bear with me). The reader was pregnant just some weeks after she turned 18 so no, she isn't a minor. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me and I'd try my best to give you a proper answer without revealing too much. Let me know if you wish to be added in the tag list for this. ♥

Seventeen years ago, October came like it always did — a month of crisp air and golden sunsets, a time when the year began to wane, and the world seemed to breathe its last sigh before the chill of winter. You had turned eighteen, your mind filled with the thoughts of new beginnings. Graduation from law school was right on the horizon, you could already picture the crisp white collar of your lawyer’s shirt, the feel of success at your fingertips. A driving license to claim, grown-up independence to savor, a girl’s trip to a sunny beach to mark your coming-of-age. The possibilities stretched out like an endless road, glittering and full of hope.

Then, a steamy night for the celebration of your birthday occurred and it brought along a twist of fate that’d change everything and become the most beautiful mistake of your life. 

The moment you found out you were pregnant, it was as if the ground beneath you trembled. The bright future you had painted for yourself seemed to splinter into a thousand broken pieces. You had hoped, for one fleeting moment, that it was just a mistake. But the test was undeniable, the two pink lines standing as cold, unyielding evidence.

At that time, you thought that it was the end.

But then, there was him. Your boyfriend of four years, the boy who had promised you the world with every kiss, every touch. He held you through your multiple breakdowns, whispering soft reassurances. “We’ll figure it out, we’ll be okay. Family first, family always.”

The words sounded comforting at first, and you clung to them like a lifeline thrown into an ocean of uncertainty. You couldn’t even bring yourself to imagine your parents’ reaction. But somehow, in your heart, you trusted him. You believed that you both were in this together, that you’d somehow find a way to make everything work.

You told your parents three weeks into the pregnancy. Their reaction was what you had feared — disbelief, disappointment, a quiet storm of emotions. You expected them to disown you but you willed yourself to not jump upon any fear-induced scenarios. But then, as if they could see past the temporary cloud, they wrapped their arms around you, telling you that the ones who you call your own never leave you in any kind of situation. Your parents had stood as your shield against the societal backlash and never failed to take your stand. 

Soon after, you broke the news to your friends and close cousins as well and all of them got together to host a small, no alcohol included, party for you. Some selective relatives of yours were slightly taunting you but they came around as well. You had been overjoyed seeing so much love and acceptance from the people you valued.

You had thought of your boyfriend, miles away handling his family’s business, telling you with a strange half-smile that his parents were abroad and they were supportive of your decisions, that they had already agreed. He informed you that he’d come with his parents to meet you after the birth of your children. And like the love-blinded fool you were, you believed him, your heart softened by his honey-dripped words. 

He wasn’t around much during your pregnancy, much to your loved ones’ disapproval, but you dispelled their fears, telling them that he was just busy with his parents’ business. Though you didn’t feel alone during all your ultrasounds, gender reveal, and other precious moments.

Nine months passed, and the world shifted once again. You gave birth to twins, two perfect, crying little boys. Luke and Kierran — names given by you as strong as their tiny, trembling hearts. You looked at their faces, so innocent and unaware, and felt a surge of love that was deeper than any ocean, more infinite than the stars. They were your world, and in that moment seeing their tiny arms flail, you felt the warmth of motherhood in your chest. And you realized that your dreams may have been altered, but they were not truly gone.

The hospital room felt warm, a sanctuary of love and joy as all the visitors took their leave to let you rest. You smelled faintly of antiseptic, but in your delirious new-mother state, it was the smell of life. Your eyes fluttered closed as you slept on the bed beside their crib, your babies’ soft breathing a lullaby in the still night.

And then, you woke to a noise.

A shadow moved at the door, and you blinked through the haze of sleep.

It was him.

Your boyfriend.

He was standing there, a figure you hadn’t seen in at least four months, his eyes uncertain, his posture stiff. You smiled, expecting him to rush to the crib and hold our children, to finally meet the lives you two had created together, a symbol of your love. But instead, he moved toward you with a strange, almost frantic urgency.

Before you could react, he was there, the faint scent of chloroform filling your nostrils as his trembling hands pressed a soaked napkin to your face. Your eyes widened in confusion, and then the world blurred; your limbs grew heavy, and you lost consciousness. 

And then… darkness.

When you woke up, it was afternoon from what you could tell. The faces around you were full of sorrow, your parents’ eyes swollen from crying, your friends silent, their faces stricken. The hospital staff stood nearby, their looks pitying and grim. Out of maternal instinct, you checked the crib and you found the place empty where your children were supposed to be.

"Where... where are my twins?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper. It didn’t help your gut as everyone became more sorrowful at that. The words barely lingered in the room before your mother’s sobs filled the room.

“They’re gone,” she said, her voice breaking. "Your boyfriend’s parents—they never approved of them. They... they made him do it. They made him abandon them."

The weight of the words crashed into me like a tidal wave. You couldn't understand, couldn't process the agony of the moment. He—he had abandoned them? My twin boys? My heart shattered, piece by piece, as the cruel reality set in.

“They—where are they?” you gasped your throat tight with the kind of fear that makes your body tremble, the kind of terror that comes from losing something more precious than life itself.

“They’re gone,” your mother repeated, her voice thick with pain. “He took them somewhere after you passed out… probably leaving them on the streets. And then... he ran away. He and his family took the first flight and are abroad now, so we can’t even track them down.”

The room spun, the walls closing in on you. It was a nightmare that you had awoken to, and you couldn’t escape. Your babies, your sweet, innocent twins, were gone. Gone because of him, because of his family. Because all of them didn’t want to take responsibility. And you had been blind enough to trust him. 

That day, you had ripped the IV tube out of your arm and dashed out of the hospital in your gown before anyone could stop you. The following hours were a blur of endless searching. You scoured the streets, your hands trembling as you asked strangers if they had seen two newborn babies somewhere. But it was as if they had vanished into the ether, erased from the world as though they had never existed. 

You hadn’t worn any slippers, and your feet were dirty, swollen, and even painted with dried blood as your family tried to get you back to the hospital, much to your denial. Once you were back on the bed with your condition rechecked and the room empty, you broke down into sobs. For nine months, you had carried your children and you didn’t even get to spend a whole day with them before they were already ripped out of your arms by the cruel hands of fate. 

You had so many dreams that you imagined with them. Every special moment of their life was taken from you just because a boy refused to be a man. You threw the blanket off your body, bitter tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt like a terrible, terrible mother for even being in this air-conditioned room while your boys were out there in this unbearable weather. 

Days passed and then months, the pain of their absence gnawed at you every second. You could hear their little cries, their laughter, their tiny hands reaching for me in the darkness. You could still feel the weight of their little bodies in your arms, their warm breath on your skin, and then, just as suddenly, they were gone. You’d see them grow up and then you’d wake up abruptly, drenched in sweat.

Every day, you fought the emptiness, the overwhelming loneliness that threatened to consume you. It was a tragic loss that would haunt you for the rest of your life.

But through it all, you told yourself — you would find them.

Even if it took a lifetime, you would never stop searching. Because nothing in this world could ever break a mother’s determination.

And as you searched, you clung to the memory of their tiny hands in yours, the soft whispers of their names as you held them tightly for the first and last time that unfateful day. 

Seventeen years had passed since that fateful day, and now you were a highly successful lawyer working within Linkon’s judiciary system. The sense of relief and satisfaction that came from seeing criminals — especially kidnappers — locked behind bars was unparalleled. In a way, it served as a form of catharsis, a way to release the unrestrained anger you felt for the man who had stolen your bundles of happiness from you.

At present, you were secretly handling a case involving a notorious drug lord, but you had reached an impasse. Determined to break through, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You ventured into a few unlawful locations, hoping to gather enough intel to lead you to the evidence you needed. Your eyes lingered on the conspiracy board in your home, focusing particularly on the parchment handed to you just the day before at The Nest. It contained an address — a location pointing to an old warehouse where, according to sources, drugs were stored until they could be transported to the docks.

The warehouse was situated in the N109 Zone, an area infamous for its criminal activity. The judicial system considered it a nightmare, a place no sane lawyer would dare to tread. But then again, you had long since stopped being called "sane." Your colleagues knew better than anyone how stubborn you could be, especially when it came to cases like this. No one had yet managed to deter you from the dangerous paths you chose to walk.

You had devised a plan: gain access to N109 with the assistance of some wealthy clients, secure an apartment, and collect the evidence you needed. It sounded simple enough. Yet, as you prepared for your journey, a sense of foreboding crept over you, as if your very instincts were warning you of something to come.

But you didn’t care. The next morning, you set off for the N109 Zone, resolute in your mission.

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my head is full of the baby you don't understand

Also a little explanation for the last sketch:

We had an idea if there was an entire episode about Temi, where Ana and Leo would ask Donnie to watch over her while they're out. Temi would try to climb into the oven a few times, and Donnie would try to keep her away. At some point, she would sneak out, and Donnie would find Mikey roasting chicken, and would think Temi got in the oven after all (it's stupid, I know, but it's for comedy). In the end it would reveal that Temi was with Splinter all this time.

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You Are Enough

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, hopefully to bring a bit of fluff after the last 911 episode.

I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: At a family dinner, (Y/n) and Buck find out a bombshell about their childhood and the reason they were born. Unable to cope, the pair of them drink themselves into oblivion. Tommy gets the drunken phone call afterwards.

Enjoy.

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A grimace crossed (Y/n)'s face and she hung her head down when she watched her mother walk into the kitchen.

Had it not been clear that (Y/n) had come in here to get away from their family for a few minutes? She hadn't intended to be followed and observed in the kitchen the same as she was at the dining table.

Her finger swirled around the rim of her glass and she arched her lower back out, clicking her spine into place before she held the stem of her glass and downed the remnants of wine left in the glass. She needed another drink. (Y/n) felt like drinking enough glasses until she felt and smelled like a brewery. She needed something to get her through this night with her parents.

"Another one?"

Resentment pooled in (Y/n)'s stomach when she felt her mother's eyes on her as she poured herself a drink.

Was she not entitled to another drink? It wasn't as if (Y/n) had drank a full bottle or more since she'd been here, she was allowed to get drunk if she wanted to.

She didn't bother to give her mother an answer, she simply poured herself a large glass of white wine until the bottle was empty and she could set it down near the sink. No point leaving a drop left in the bottle, not when (Y/n) was more than eager to drink the rest of it up.

"What are you wearing, honey?" Margaret danced her eyes up and down (Y/n)'s frame while (Y/n) slowly straightened up. Her fingers clenched around her glass until her nails were close to leaving splinter marks in the tall glass.

She wondered how long it would be before her mother commented on her attire. (Y/n) saw no need to dress up tonight, not for a family meal round at Maddie and Chimney's apartment. It didn't matter what she wore, her mother always made some sort of remark. She would say dresses didn't suit (Y/n), she was showing too much cleavage or it didn't go down her thighs enough and looked too revealing. Or the material wasn't right and made her look odd.

It seemed to be her mother's favourite game to try and nit-pick until (Y/n)'s temper went bust.

"It's one of Tommy's shirts." She shrugged and took another gulp of her drink but the way her mother narrowed her eyes and looked at her made (Y/n) shiver.

"Maybe you should wear your own clothes, or don't they suit you?"

"Tommy's stuff suits me just fine." The snappy edge to her voice made Margaret's nose scrunch and she looked away from her daughter.

(Y/n) liked wearing her partner's clothes, especially when he wasn't around. His smell stuck to his clothes and it calmed (Y/n) down and made her feel at ease. It made her feel like he was here with her when he was really on shift. Tommy would be finishing his shift in an hour or so if he was on schedule and not held back, and by the time (Y/n) got home tonight she should be able to find her partner curled up in bed.

She wanted to be home right now. She wanted to be home waiting for Tommy to get back.

In an ideal world, Tommy would have been here with them. He had had years of experience with tough parents after dealing with his sadistic father and a depressed mother. He would of been fine with the cold remarks, he would of brushed them off and made light out of the situation and he would of kept (Y/n) calm. But he wasn't here, and her patience was wearing thin.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) turned away and walked back through towards the dining room. But she quickly diverted towards the living room when she realised everyone had filtered through there. Rightfully so, considering dinner had now finished. No point sitting at the table when they could relax on the sofa.

When she spotted Buck sat on the end of the sofa, (Y/n) made a beeline for him and plonked down next to him so she was in the middle of the sofa. If she was going to get through the rest of this night, she had to be close to her twin.

She felt a little more at ease when Maddie sat down next to her so all three siblings were in line on the sofa, and Chimney perched down on the arm rest next to Maddie. It was a bit of a tight fit for them all on the sofa, but they made it work. It was comfortable, cosy.

It meant (Y/n) wasn't directly close to either parent, with Phillip being in the armchair next to Buck and Margaret sat opposite him in the other chair that was nearer to Maddie. (Y/n) felt neutral in the middle, she felt protected and closed off from her parents, exactly how she wanted to be.

(Y/n) let herself slouch down a little more to try and get comfy and her fingers traced over the cold glass she was cradling like it was some sort of sacred object.

"Maddie, we got you a few things. It's not much, just a few bits for the baby."

(Y/n) leaned her head on her brother's shoulder, watching with a slight sense of boredom as their dad got up and set a bag down on the coffee table in front of Maddie.

She couldn't help but wonder that if at some time in the future, she herself got pregnant, would their parents make such a fuss? Would they insist on coming down to see (Y/n) if she were having a baby? Would they get her gifts and pay attention? Would they make more of a deal about Tommy like they were trying to do with Chimney? Would they finally think of Tommy as family?

After all, he and (Y/n) had been dating for a long while now, and they had talked about kids. They were thinking of trying for a baby- not that they would tell anyone that yet, not unless it actually happened.

She caught her sister's eye and both of them shared a smile as Maddie began to look through the gifts, unaware that (Y/n)'s smile was more forced than natural.

It was mainly a few baby grows, ranging from Winnie The Pooh to blushing pink, with a few teddies in the mix. (Y/n) handed a few across to Buck so he could look too once Maddie started handing the stuff to (Y/n) so her siblings could inspect and be nosey.

"These are lovely, thank you." Maddie folded the clothes back up once everyone had had the chance to look at them and she laid them on the table. It wasn't like they were crying out for baby things, the team had already given Maddie and Chimney more than enough items to keep their daughter clothed for the next five years, but it was the thought that counted.

The Buckley siblings didn't see their parents often, and although that was the way they liked it, receiving gifts was a nice offering.

"I can't believe it, our first grandchild." Margaret reached across and ran her hand up and down Maddie's knee, oblivious to the way that (Y/n) looked up to catch her brother's eye.

They both knew if they ever had kids, they wouldn't receive this kind of treatment. They wouldn't be fussed over like Maddie was, they would never be loved or favourtised like their elder sibling, and that was something they had come to terms with years ago.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) rose her glass and took a large mouthful of wine that suddenly tasted bitter rather than sweet.

She wanted to go home.

She hated herself for feeling jealous and resentful towards Maddie because it wasn't her fault and (Y/n) loved her. She was truly happy that her big sister was finally happy and settling down to have a family of her own rather than parenting her two younger siblings.

But this only proved how left out (Y/n) and Buck were still feeling and they were in their twenties now, not little kids vying for their parent's attention. (Y/n) didn't want to sit here and watch her sister get fussed over and showered with gifts and love while she and her twin just sat there like ornaments.

The twins were here for decoration rather than to be involved, whether that was how the rest of them felt or not.

"What's in that box over there?" Chimney pointed across towards the pale cream box he could see near the window. He had seen Phillip bring it in when they arrived and he had done his best not to be nosey, but he was curious by nature and he wanted to know what else they had brought over.

"Oh," A smile animated Margaret's face and she hurried up to go and retrieve the box in question.

Both (Y/n) and Buck tried to lean over to catch a glimpse and curiosity perked in their eyes when they noticed Maddie was written in cursive writing across the lid in glittered, sparkling letters.

"The baby box I made when we had Maddie, here. I thought you might like it, maybe you could make one for your little girl."

A tremor tore through (Y/n) when she looked at the box and although she wasn't sure why, she felt something clawing at her chest. Like an animal hidden within her ribcage, desperately trying to break free. That box looked like an omen rather than a gift. It looked hazardous. Maybe that was because (Y/n) could see how much effort had been put into that box, and she knew.

She knew there wasn't one like that for her.

(Y/n) shuffled a bit closer to Buck's side and sat up straight with her arms resting on her thighs. She passed her wine glass back and forth between her hands while she arched forward and watched her sister intently. Even though she didn't want to know what little treasures their mum had kept from when Maddie was little.

But when she felt her twin lean over with one hand on her arm and the other rummaging through the box, she knew Buck felt it too. The slight displacement they had suffered through all their lives.

"That's so cool, did you bring ours?"

One little look at her mum was enough to cause a callous smile to cross (Y/n)'s face and she couldn't hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She had been right; there was no such box for the twins.

"We don't have one. Do we?"

Both parents stayed quiet, sharing a few looks with each other while Buck gripped (Y/n)'s arm and leaned closer to her as if to comfort his twin. He could feel her heart breaking and it made his own chest tighten like he was about to have a heart attack.

He rested his temple against the side of (Y/n)'s head and she was sure he tried to whisper something in her ear, probably some words of comfort. But whatever he said fell upon deaf ears when (Y/n) looked at Maddie.

She noticed Maddie trying to scrunch up a picture and slide it beneath her leg, something she always did when she was trying to hide something. Whether it was a bad report card she didn't want their parents seeing or a party invite she was trying to hide from the twins to make a big surprise.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what came over her, but she leaned away from Buck and snatched the picture from beneath Maddie's thigh before her sister could hide it or try and discard it. Whatever it was, Maddie clearly didn't want the twins to see and therefore (Y/n) had to know what it was.

She recognised that red bike.

It was the one they used to have in the garage, the one that presumably had been Maddie's when she was younger because their mother kept it even when Maddie outgrew it. She wouldn't allow the twins to touch it, let alone try and learn how to ride a bike with that red, tattered old thing.

But that wasn't Buck on the bike. (Y/n) knew what her twin looked like as a child, and this wasn't him. And when she turned the picture round and saw the date on the back, she noticed it was over a year before the twins had even been born.

"Who is that?"

Buck leaned over her shoulder to see what the picture was, and his hand clutched at (Y/n)'s arm tighter while his brows knitted together in confusion. He didn't recognise the little boy either.

When he looked between their parents sat either side of the sofa, Buck frowned to see that they had both turned as white as paper. There were tears welling up in their mother's eyes while Phillip was scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

Yet it was the tears in Maddie's eyes that had both twins on edge. Why was she covering her mouth and trying not to cry? Why was she looking at them with such sorrow like that?

"Daniel."

"And who's he?" That name meant nothing to either of them. The twins shared a look but they were both coming up blank for answers.

"We, um… we had him two years after Maddie. He had leukemia, he, he passed when you two were only babies."

Every thought possible swirled round in (Y/n)'s head as she felt both her brother's hands on her shoulders like he didn't believe what he was hearing. This couldn't be possible. Why wouldn't they tell them? Why would they keep such a secret? Why would they keep this all to themselves? Were the twins not worthy of knowing they had a big brother they never got to meet?

"Wh- no. No you never told us- why wouldn't you tell us something like that? Why wouldn't you acknowledge him around us?" Buck's voice grew louder and louder with each word as his head snapped from left to right, trying to look between his parents who he didn't recognise right now.

There was no plausible explanation for hiding something like this. If Buck ever had kids and God forbid he lost one, he wouldn't erase them from existence and pretend they never happened. They had never celebrated Daniel's birthday. They never had pictures of him in the house- there were hardly any pictures of the twins in the house as it was. No one uttered his name or had any memory of him in the house.

"We lost him, Evan. We didn't want to live our lives mourning him-"

"So you chose to forget him?"

"Evan we would never-"

"You had us while he was sick? How long had he been diagnosed?" A frown pulled at (Y/n)'s lips while she set her glass down on the coffee table and clasped her hands together in her lap.

How stressful it must have been to look after twins and Maddie while their other child was dying. Going through a twin pregnancy would have been stressful enough without the added trauma of a sick child. But as (Y/n) thought everything over, she just happened to look up at her mother at the wrong time.

She had a look of sympathy in her eyes. Margaret never held such emotions for the twins like that.

"No, oh no. You… tell me you didn't…" The words wouldn't come out. All (Y/n) could do was let the tears fall from her eyes as she began to shake. Both her hands moved to cup her mouth as her jaw hung loose and her breathing came to an odd pattern.

"What? What, I don't understand." Buck moved both hands to grip (Y/n)'s forearms as he tried to lean in front of her to get her to look at him. Something daunting had crossed her face. Some sense of realisation had hit (Y/n) whereas it hadn't clicked in Buck's brain yet. He didn't understand what she had thought of.

When Maddie tried to take (Y/n)'s hand, the younger girl shook her off and leaned into Buck as if their sister was suddenly contagious.

"You said I wasn't planned, that I- I was the surprise, but Buck wasn't." (Y/n)wiped her eyes but the tears continued to fall. "We were donor babies, weren't we?"

The way Margaret's lower lip wobbled and Phillip refused to look at either of them while he pressed his hands to his mouth secured (Y/n)'s answer.

They were donor babies.

They were designed embryos, made with the exact blood and bone marrow type to match the brother they never knew they had. They were supposed to save him. They weren't wanted, neither of them were born to be wanted or loved or cherished. They were born specifically to save the child their parents wanted and they couldn't even do that right.

Everything seemed to slot into place and the more pieces that fitted together, the more (Y/n) started to feel sick and feel bile rising to the back of her throat.

All those times their parents never made a fuss on their birthdays, all those times they barely heard the words 'I love you' unless it was Maddie telling them. Each time they had to get hurt for attention or run away to cause a panic and be shown that they were valued and cherished. Each time (Y/n) asked about when they were born and their mother refused to answer, this was why.

Their mum always used to say that having twins was a surprise. That (Y/n) wasn't planned, she was a surprise since she was the younger twin by five minutes. This was why. They planned to have one more child to save their son but they ended up with (Y/n) too. Neither of them were truly wanted, they were just needed for a short while and then couldn't be returned after they were no longer of use.

This was why the twins always felt disconnected and why there were barely any photos of them growing up. This was why all of the pictures of (Y/n) and Buck as babies were with no one holding them. (Y/n) had been the sick twin, stuck in the hospital for two weeks before coming home and there was only one photo of her in the hospital when she was born.

Did they even visit her when she was sick? Did they check on her, or did they just take what they needed from her and Evan and stay with Daniel the whole time?

"All these years. All this time, we felt so out of place and alone, and this is why. You never wanted us. Did we remind you of him? Did we fail you every day we woke up and he didn't?"

"Evan please, we tried our best-"

"We just wanted you to love us!"

The sheer outburst and the way that Buck bolted up from the sofa sent everyone reeling.

The artery in his neck was close to bursting, his hand was pointing out at his parents and his jaw was grinding tight and about to dislocate. His body was shaking from adrenaline as he glared at them. His parents had lied to him all his life. His big sister who was the only one who loved him, she never told him why he felt so out of place and unloved and misunderstood. The only person he could rely on was his twin and she felt exactly the same as him.

Maddie was leaning into Chimney who had an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

Margaret was crying into her hands, unable to look away from her son for the first time in a long while, and Phillip was now stood up, running his fingers through his hair as he tried not to breakdown.

And then there was (Y/n). Silently crying, arms bound around her waist as she felt the need to throw up or pass out, possibly both.

"I walk into fire every day of my life because of you. I tried everything to get your approval, to get you to love me, to love us the way you do Maddie, but nothing would ever work. And now I know why, because we failed you."

When Maddie tried again to reach out for her sister, she gasped when (Y/n) all but slapped her touch away.

"You should have t-told us." All those times (Y/n) and Buck asked her why their parents didn't pay them any attention or turn up for school plays or listen to them or even love them. Maddie had the answers and she never said anything. She should have told them the moment the twins moved out. She had years to tell them and she never mentioned it.

Not once.

(Y/n) ran her hands across her face, brushing the tears away before she moved her hands to the sofa and pushed up to unsteady feet.

"Let's get out of here." Her words were clearly directed towards Buck and he seemed relieved to hear them.

Neither of them wanted to stay here. They didn't want to look at their parents, let alone be in the same room as them, and right now, for the first time, that included Maddie as well. She hid this from them, she lied to them and withheld the answers they so desperately searched for. Maddie should have told them once they were old enough, she had the choice and the ability to tell them whether their parents told her to stay quiet or not. She chose to keep this secret too.

"Guys, you don't have to leave." Chimney pushed up from the sofa along with Maddie who tried to reach out for them. But she pushed back into Chimney, smothering a cry when (Y/n) sobbed and jerked away from her. She didn't feel safe here. Maddie lied to her. Their parents lied to them their entire lives and now the twins understood why their parents looked at them the way they did.

"Fuck all of you." (Y/n) made a brisk walk towards the door, grabbing her bag on her way past.

Buck followed swiftly behind her, slinging his jacket over one shoulder but when he felt Maddie grabbing his arm, he glared down at his big sister for the first time in his life.

"Buck, please don't go."

"You made your choice." He tore his arm from her grip, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears before he pushed ahead and followed after his sister. Maddie chose to keep this secret and now she could face the repercussions of that.

The pair of them stormed down the hall, tears drenching their faces and every limb trembling as they walked in tandem but with no destination in sight.

"What a-are we going to do?" (Y/n) didn't want to go home. Tommy probably wouldn't be home yet and even if he was, (Y/n) didn't think she could face him. She didn't want to go back to an empty house. She didn't want to go back to a place full of memories when all she desired was to be far away from anything and everything.

She felt a fire igniting in her chest when Buck slid his hand into hers and tugged her to keep up with his fast pace as he began their descent down the stairs. He knew where they should go. He knew exactly what they needed to do and where to go in order to escape everything that had happened tonight.

"We're gonna get drunk."

***

It had been a good idea.

Going out for drinks, just the two of them where they only needed each other. It had been a good idea at the time.

But now, almost ten shots later, countless rounds of cocktails mixed with vodka martinis and the odd glass of wine, it was all coming back up with vengeance. (Y/n) could feel everything mixing oddly in her stomach and swirling around in her liver and she knew her brother felt the same by the way he kept hiccupping and wobbling on his feet.

She wasn't sure how long it took them to get back to Buck's apartment, but it had taken significantly longer than it would have if they had been sober.

Her head fell onto Buck's arm and her hand clutched his while her other hand reached out for the door frame.

Buck's brows knitted together as he tried to fathom how to get the key into the lock and which way it was supposed to turn. After a minute, he grinned and jingled the keys at his sister to show her which key he had been trying to put in the lock.

The key to the jeep.

Five minutes later and the door was finally open and both twins stumbled through the door.

Buck kicked the door shut behind him while (Y/n) stumbled ahead until she went down on her knees when her feet gave way and her head started to spin. She felt like lying down and going to sleep, but her brain was much to hyperactive for that to happen, and it didn't matter how drunk she was.

Once she was on the floor, she shuffled until she was against the kitchen island and her back was resting up against the counter. Her head tipped back to try and stop herself from being sick and her arms looped around her knees which she brought up to her stomach.

She couldn't stop the tears from streaking down her face, or the sobs that started to bubble past her lips which turned into horrible sobs once she started and couldn't stop.

Her body rocked back and forth and each time her body went back, the back of her head slammed into the counter with enough force to make her whimper and have her sights blurring in front of her.

"Why am I even here?"

"What?" Buck hiccupped again and when he realised his sister was sat on the floor, he frowned for a moment before he let his knees cave and he crashed down beside her.

He shed his jacket like it was a second skin and he sat oddly on one hip with his legs curled beneath him and his hand on (Y/n)'s knee. He winced each time she slammed her head back and after a minute, he pressed his temple against the side of her head to try and get her to stop. She was sending him dizzy and making him want to cry which was also making him feel sick.

"We didn't even save him! Why am I alive? T-they've always looked at us funny, like we're letting them down, and we did. We were born to save him and we failed."

What had they done wrong? There were two of them and even that hadn't been enough to save the brother they never knew they had. Why had two of them not been enough? Why had neither of them been able to donate enough stem cells or blood or whatever Daniel needed? Why did they get to live but he still died even with them here? How was any of this fair?

"M-mum always said we were a surprise… they were expecting one kid, and got two. They didn't want me, I wasn't planned and I- I never saved him. No wonder she never loved us."

A loud wail left (Y/n)'s lips followed by a broken cough when she felt like the vodka they drank was doing a summersault in her stomach.

Her nails began to scratch into her lower legs and she slammed her head back into the counter with enough force to blackout her vision and send her head spinning from left to right. She felt Buck wince beside her and he groaned as he reeled her away from the wall.

She was starting to get self-destructive and Buck didn't want his twin to hurt herself. She didn't need to do that. She didn't deserve that. It was their parents who deserved all this pain they were feeling. Losing a child had been hard enough, but they had treated (Y/n) and Buck like they were unwanted guests they couldn't get rid of. As if they were a hindrance, a parasite and that had been crueller than not telling them about Daniel's existence.

Their parent's didn't want (Y/n).

She was the younger twin, the one who had to stay in hospital in the ICU for longer. She was the surprise. They planned for one more child to try and save Daniel but they ended up with two who couldn't do one job between them. This was why (Y/n) and Evan had been self-destructive all their lives, why they tried to subconsciously save as many people as they could. Because there was one important person they had never been able to save.

When (Y/n) flopped into him with her eyes closed from her vision that was still blurring, Buck wrapped his arms around her.

He let (Y/n) flop onto her side with her knees still curled up into her stomach and her head resting on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her and leaned down to hug her, but he hated the way she started to sob which in turn made him begin to cry.

He fumbled his hand around in his pocket, silently praying that he hadn't lost his phone when they got blackout drunk tonight. The moment he found it, he scrolled through until he found Tommy's contact.

"Buck?"

"Are you s-still at work?" Buck groaned as he began to hiccup again and part of him wished he had face-timed Tommy to make this a bit easier.

A frown appeared on Tommy's face as he pushed up so he was leaning up into the pillows. He blearily blinked through the darkness and pressed his phone tighter to his ear to try and hear Buck a bit better.

He was close to Buck. They were like brothers, given how long Tommy had been dating (Y/n) and how close she was to her twin. Tommy had intergrated into their circle and he went out on nights out with Buck and had reconnected to Chimney because he was with Maddie. Tommy felt like Buck was the brother he'd never had, so he could tell right now that something was off in buck's voice.

"Buck, it's one in the morning, I'm in bed. What's wrong? Didn't you all have your family meal tonight?" Tommy glanced at his phone, reading that it was just after one in the morning.

He had been expecting (Y/n) to come home by now, but Tommy also knew that his girl would be spending the evening with Buck. She already warned him that family meals didn't go down well and she would probably go out somewhere with Buck or head back to his place for a while.

He had waited until midnight to check if (Y/n) called him for a ride home, but he figured she was spending the night at Buck's place.

A shiver crawled down Tommy's spine and he jerked up into a sitting position when a sudden noise caught his attention.

(Y/n).

She was crying. Why was she crying? It was late in the night, had they been involved in some kind of accident? Had someone hurt her? Where were they? What were the pair of them doing?

"Is that (Y/n)? Buck why is she crying, what's happened?" Tommy was already scrambling out of bed and looking for his clothes before he got a response. He set his phone on speaker and turned the lamp on so he could try and get dressed. He had no idea what was going on but he knew he needed to find his girlfriend and one of his best friends and help them.

"Please come over."

"Where are you?"

Buck glanced down at his sister on his lap while he sniffed and rubbed his sleeve beneath his eyes and nose. "Where a-are we?" He frowned before a light went off in his mind and he almost smiled. "Oh, w-we're at my place."

"I'll be ten minutes."

True to his word, Tommy got to Buck's apartment in record time, mainly because it was late at night and there were no cars on the road which meant he hit every green light on the way.

He was utterly relieved when he knocked on the door and tried the handle that they had left the door unlocked. It meant he didn't have to wait for them to come to the door because he guessed by the confusion and the sound of Buck's voice that they were drunk. That wasn't the best start or a great indicator about what had happened tonight.

He hurried inside, darting his head from left to right before a crumpled sight on the floor near the dining table caught his attention.

The twins were curled up together on the floor in front of the kitchen island next to the bar stools. (Y/n) had her head on Buck's knee and she was sobbing freely which broke Tommy's heart. But seeing Buck rocking back and forth, trying to curl around her made Tommy feel even worse.

He bolted over to the pair of them and knelt down just in front of them with rabid, wild eyes and his breaths running away from him.

His hands gently reached out for (Y/n) and the moment his thumb brushed her cheek and his hand cupped the side of her neck, she seemed to come alive. A gasp tumbled past her lips and a floodwave of tears broke down her face as she scrambled to push up off Buck's lap.

Her arms deadlocked around Tommy's neck and she pushed herself into his chest, scrambling across until she was laid on his thighs in an awkward position.

"Okay, okay baby come here."

His hand cupped the back of her neck while his other hand gripped her thigh comfortingly and he firmly pulled (Y/n) up. He lifted her until her face was tucked into his neck and her chest was pressing into his. Her knees pressed into his hips until (Y/n) found the will to move and managed to shakily curl her legs around Tommy's torso so she was sitting on his lap, clinging to him like a baby monkey.

He slowly swayed back and forth, attaching his lips to the side of her head while he watched Buck lean back into the counter and bring his knees up to his stomach. His hands knitted in his hair and he tried to take deep breaths but he felt like he was going insane.

"Can one of you tell me what's happened please?" He peppered a few more kisses against (Y/n)'s temple while his thumb stroked the back of her neck and his fingers wove into her hair.

He could feel the way (Y/n) was gasping into his neck and how badly she was trembling in his arms. He figured she wasn't going to be able to string a sentence together yet or tell him what had happened to them both tonight so his eyes set on Buck.

"We had a brother." Buck started talking, but tears continued to trickle down his face and he was at the point of gasping for air. "He had cancer, t-they had us, as donor kids, but we fucked up. We didn't save him, s-so they never told us about him, or w-why we were born."

Tommy's face dropped and his arms subconsciously tightened around (Y/n) when she whimpered. He pressed his lips down into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck while he tried to wrap his head around this.

He'd heard about this. Donor babies. People having genetically modified embryos to be specific matches for their kids. It was quicker than waiting on the donor list and meant their child would have a full blood match and effectively have a bag of spare parts if their child wasn't well or continued to decline.

But Tommy had never met anyone who had been a donor child before, and he'd never known parents to lie about the existence of another child like this. He couldn't imagine the self-discipline it would take to do that or how broken they must be to erase a child from existence. It was cruel. But not as cruel as what they had done to the twins all these years.

"We failed. He's the reason we're alive… a-and we're the reason he's dead."

A sob tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to burrow herself further into Tommy to hide away.

But a gasp tumbled past her lips when she felt him stiffen and tense in front of her and he leaned back to try and look down at her.

"Hey, look at me." His hand pinched her chin and tilted her head back so their eyes locked. "So maybe you exist because of some brother you never knew, but he's not dead because of you. Your parents knew what they were doing when they had you, they knew they would have to raise two more kids and if they didn't want to do that, then that's on them."

He pressed his lips against (Y/n)'s burning temple before she gently pulled her head out of his grasp and twisted to lay her cheek on his shoulder. Her arms tightened around his neck and she pressed every inch of her chest up against Tommy's broad chest that softened a little when she snuggled into him.

"Neither of you are God, you don't decide who lives or who dies and you don't exist solely to serve one purpose. How many people would be dead without you two on the job as firemen? You've already saved so many lives, but you're not alive to be valued on those lives. You don't need a purpose, okay, both of you are enough."

Buck looked like he was starting to laugh before a small groan left his lips and he tilted his head down to rest his head in his hands.

Moving his hand, Tommy cupped the side of (Y/n)'s face and kissed her temple for a few moments while he sighed into her hair. It was going to be a long night and it was going to take a while for this news to sink in and for the twins to come to terms with this.

"How much have you two had to drink?" When neither of them answered him, he rephrased. "Alright, what have you had to drink?"

"Shots, s-some martinis and- and cocktails…"

"And vodka." (Y/n) chimed in while she closed her eyes when Tommy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Jesus, alright so you went all-out then. Baby, baby you stay here for me. Buck, you need to go to bed come on."

Tommy was careful when he eased (Y/n) onto the floor so she was no longer clinging to his chest. He lifted her chin so he could press a wet kiss to her lips before he pushed up to his feet and held his hand out in front of Buck. He helped the other man up to his feet and carefully steered him towards the stairs.

It was late and they were both drunk, they needed to sleep this off and they could all talk in the morning. Tommy would help them cure their hangovers in the morning.

It took a while for Tommy to heave Buck up the stairs and get him towards the bed. He took the time to look around the room and move the small bin so it was beside the bed while Buck stripped from his jeans and jumper and clambered up the bed.

He was half asleep by the time he slumped his face into the pillow and Tommy carefully pushed him so he was laying on his side. If he threw up Tommy didn't want him to choke.

"If you need anything, just shout out. You good?"

The lack of response told Tommy that Buck was starting to drift off and he thought it best to leave him to it.

He jogged back down the stairs towards (Y/n) who had flopped onto her side and started to curl up on the floor like she was getting back into the fetal position.

"No, no baby we're not sleeping down here. Come here, gorgeous."

Tommy cupped the side of her neck and lifted her back up into a sitting position so he could loop her arms around his neck. One arm slid around her waist and the other swooped beneath her knees and with very little effort, Tommy lifted her up bridal style and slowly trailed towards the living room that was shrouded in darkness.

He left the lamp on in the kitchen for a source of light and he carefully sat down on the sofa with (Y/n) in his lap. She stayed limp and easily moveable in his arms while he swung his legs around on the sofa and shifted (Y/n) so she was leaning back into his chest.

The sofa was a bit small for Tommy's large frame, his ankles hung off the end of the arm rest but the cushion was comfy behind his head and he was tired. He knew (Y/n) had to be exhausted too.

Her face tucked down into his chest, smothering her lips and nose in his shirt while her hand fisted in his top and she snuggled down. She was laid on her side, her body perfectly slotted between Tommy's thighs leaning back into his chest. And when Tommy grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it across them both, he felt (Y/n) smile and hum lovingly into his chest.

There was no way Tommy was driving (Y/n) home in this state and he didn't want to leave Buck alone. It was safer for them both to stay here with him, then the twins could talk in the morning when they were both sober.

"Okay, baby?" His hand ran up and down her arm while his other arm rested behind his head and he tilted his head down. His lips attached to the top of her head while he observed her for a few moments, making sure she was closing her eyes and trying to sleep and not on the verge of another breakdown.

"Hm."

"You are enough. You'll always be enough." His words mingled into her hair and he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent as tiredness washed over them both.

But his words swirled around in (Y/n)'s mind and made her stomach flutter as she snuggled down deeper against Tommy.

She could feel herself falling asleep with nothing but the thought of Tommy playing on her mind and the notion that he loved her to the end of the Earth.

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At First Light

1.5K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: Detective Rockford returns to you in the morning.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, consensual somnophilia, unprotected PiV, nicknames as usual (Shutterbug, baby, gorgeous), a little bit of dirty talk/praise.

A/N: A direct follow-up to Into the Night, but as with all one-shots in The Rockford Portfolio, can be read alone. Dedicated to @milla-frenchy who is always so supportive of soft!Tim and whose 5 Days somno fic I reread recently and it sent me into a tizzy 🤭💕

Photography inspired dividers by @saradika-graphics / Series Masterlist

Gentle.  Quiet.

Every move Tim makes as he comes home is soft, nearly soundless – from the slow turn of his key in your door, to the way he gingerly places it in the bowl so that the clinking of his keys with yours is imperceptible.

Shoes are toed off with the greatest of care.  Every step he takes that brings him closer to you is gentle.

Quiet.

It’s as if the night’s chaos and the duty that pulled him from the warmth of your bed earlier have no place within these walls; stopped from entering by an invisible barrier fiercely guarded by the very notion of your peace and steady calm.

Dawn is about to break by the time Tim pads into the bedroom, the darkness outside the window struggles to hold onto its last few moments of dominance before the sun pierces through the obsidian sky with its bright, splinter-like rays.

You’re exactly where he left you: soft body sunk deep into the mattress, top bare and uncovered, the elegant curve of your back on full display for him.  Your arms securely hug the pillow your cheek is burrowed into; Tim wonders if you pretend it’s him when he’s away.  The thought brings a smile to his weary face.

Everything below your torso is wrapped in a tangle of sheets, as if your legs attempted a bid for naked freedom during your slumber and gave up halfway.  Tim’s eyes greedily rake past the dip of your lower back to where the crisp cotton sheets drape modestly and licks his lips when he spies a hint of the top of your luscious ass.

Minutes go by without any big movements from either one of you; Tim simply watches you sleep and admires how your body starts to glow in light of the rising sun, beckoning him to touch you.  He allows the steady rise and fall of your chest and soft purr of your breathing to calm and soothe him. 

In and out.  In, he’s home safe, and out, where the dangers of his work cannot reach.  In. Out.

And just as his body fully unwinds and settles into a relaxed state, a reawakened urgency itches in his hands and twitches his hardening cock when Tim remembers his earlier parting words to you, a vow made in the dead of night:

“The sooner you’re asleep, the sooner I’ll be fucking you awake, baby.”

You would be mad at him if he didn’t keep his promise.

Tim’s body moves as if on silent autopilot: he locks away his firearm before undressing, clothes that still carry the faint scent of adrenaline and fear dropped in the hamper and leather gun holster hung on your bed post where you like it.  He wills himself to pause in the doorframe of the bathroom after a quick clean-up; though his now naked body still bears the marks of grit and tension from tonight’s standoff, the hands that will touch you are clean and the face that will press against yours has been rinsed.  Tim tugs at his already throbbing length as he gazes upon the goddess who calls to him even in her sleep, blissfully unaware that her very existence keeps him safe and brings him home.

You don’t stir when the mattress dips from Tim’s added weight, and not even when he carefully unravels the Gordian knot of sheets that stand between him and what’s his.

When your supple form is finally fully revealed, Tim presses his face to the nape of your neck in worship – inhaling your sweet perfume and pressing soft kisses to your back before sliding his firm and restless hand up your inner thighs.  He finds you wet and wanting, a shameful mixture of your combined release from the previous evening and new arousal that leaked from your needy hole while you dreamt of him returning home to you, safe.

Hungrily running two thick fingers through your slick drenched folds, Tim draws a small whimper from your lips, but the peaceful countenance of your pretty face convinces him that you remain asleep.

“She’s so desperate for me already, baby,” Tim groans into your hair as he shifts your hips and leg so he can line himself up with your entrance.

He takes your soft sigh as agreement.

“It’s okay, Shutterbug.  I’m desperate for her too.” And slowly, Tim starts to push in.

You’re tight from taking him without much warning, though the squelching noises of your cunt and the soft moans that start to escape your throat reassure Tim that the intrusive stretch is more than welcomed.  One of Tim’s meaty hands grasps your waist to hold you steady so he can continue to sheath in while the other snakes beneath you to cup a naked breast.

Strumming your hardened nipple to the quiet beat of his own grunts and your quickening breaths, Tim finally bottoms out.  You’re hugging his cock so snug within your warm walls, it feels so good – the tender kisses that Tim plants down your neck devolve into nips and sucks as he starts to loosen the reins on his restraint.

“Oh Tim, baby,” you shudder, slipping slowly into consciousness.

“Needed you, gorgeous,” he apologizes with a bite to the sweet spot at the base of your neck, soothing it over with a lick of his tongue.

Awakening a little more, you show him there’s nothing to apologize for by pulling the hand that holds your waist up to your neglected breast, guiding Tim to grope and knead the way you like before rocking back gently against his dick.

“Love it when I wake up to your cock, Detective,” you sleepily coo, the giddy sensation of waking up to the man you love taking you, claiming you for himself causes fresh a wave of arousal to drip from your cunt and trickle down Tim’s balls.

“Said I would fuck you awake, didn’t I?” smirks Tim, using his strong nose to nudge your face towards his; he kisses you hello, deep and passionate.

Grinning dreamily, your own vision is still blurry with sleep, but you can read the devotion and desperation in Tim’s pleading touch and you raise your arms to reach back around his neck, as if to hold on, “So fuck me, baby.”

Never one to deny you anything, he does.  Tim fucks you slow and intense at first - sawing in and out of your cunt with such reverence, your whole body starts to hum.  Then he fucks you hard and furious, letting himself finally lose the control that his police work requires he maintain at all times; he grabs roughly at your breasts and drinks in your heady moans as he continues to bring you back to life.  Tim fucks you wide awake and fully conscious, until you’re bright eyed and your voice crescendos loud and clear enough to wake all your neighbours at this ungodly hour.  He rolls and pulls on your nipples as he thrusts deep into your cunt, causing you to double over with a pleasure so intense that your body attempts an escape.  Tim bands a strong forearm over your tits to press you flush against his hard chest, begging you to stay with him with his never-ending praise:

Taking me so good, baby.

I love you so fucking much. 

Pussy feels so fucking perfect creaming around my cock.

You’re all I ever think about, Shutterbug.

You cry back your own barely coherent love you, love you, so big, fuck, fuck, no one fucks me like you, love yous.  Pulling Tim’s face down to yours as he starts to spell out his ownership over your clit with his rough thumb, you devour him hungrily - owning his mouth right back.  Every fear that hid in your heart when he left in the middle of night is evicted from your chest as Tim continues to pound into you - those fears have no place in the newness of morning; he’s home, he’s safe.  You allow yourself to let go to the feeling of relief that this thought brings, crying out Tim’s name like an appreciative mantra.  Tim follows shortly after, his own release similarly heavy with the relief of being able to put the night behind him, grateful for the privilege of coming home to you.  His home.

Even after your heartbeat slows to normal, you remain in Tim’s embrace; his cock slowly softening in you while he presses kiss after kiss to your sweet smile. “You came back to me safe, Detective Rockford,” this oft spoken soft declaration always full of gratitude and awe, as if you have to say it out loud in order for it to be true.

“Nothing can keep me from you, Shutterbug,” Tim knows that his familiar response is truer than you can ever fathom; your love makes him a better detective, a more careful detective – one who’s just as driven to come home as he is to close a case.  Tim wonders if you know the power that you hold over him?  He’s too sleepy right now to ask you – maybe he will later; for now, he simply murmurs ‘Love you’ as he closes his tired eyes and gives himself over to the peace that he’s only ever been able to find in your arms.

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Random 2012 hcs I have in no particular order:

-Leo is blind as fuck and no one (including him) knows it yet

-Raph is color blind

-Mikey had a lazy eye as a kid (“use both ya eyes”)

-Splinter determined who was the oldest by who lost their black alien eyes first and got normal eyes (they had completely black eyes as babies)

-Donnie has gotten multiple stern lectures from different adults (Fugitoid, Rockwell, Bishop, and even Mr O’Neil) on how ass his lab safety is (genuinely this boy needs to be supervised, I’m a STEM student irl and that shit is INSANE)

-each of the turtles is allergic to some kind of food to different degrees but doesn’t know it because they are mostly worms and algae their whole life; Leo = kiwi, Raph = soy, Mikey = peanuts, Donnie = shellfish (Leo and Donnie have the most severe reactions which is basically to just keel over and ascend/descend to the afterlife respectively)

-Donnie is allergic to bees

-April gets really bad seasonal allergies

-Casey is dyslexic

-Donnie has multiple burn marks and scars from blowing up his lab

-Casey’s family is lowkey ass and that’s why we don’t see them in the show

-Dr Rockwell gives Donnie constant shit for his lab procedures

-Donnie makes anonymous YouTube videos on IT topics and gets in arguments with people in the comments

-Casey is a trans guy

-Leo is cheating on the team with another Mazes and Mutants (D&D) group (where he plays the stupidest joke characters he can think of)

-Casey and Donnie drink near-fatal amounts of caffeine

-Casey smokes (both weed and cigarettes)

-Leo’s little healing hand trick can go way further and he can also practice other forms of magic (but once it’s discovered villains 100% go after him to abuse it)

-Both Casey and April fell behind in school as the series progressed but Donnie helped bail them out

-during the whole Broken Foot thing Leo lowkey stole a bunch of Shredder’s cash and found a way to put it in funds under April and Casey’s names (he found it very hard to justify stealing but he did it anyways)

-Casey is like 90% titanium rods like Jackie Chan

-Raph and Mikey bond over their love for animals a lot

-Casey has wanted a pet raccoon his whole life

-Whenever Casey insults Raph he will push back Casey’s bangs to reveal a comically large forehead

-Leo got lost in the sewers multiple times as a kid

-Miley got stuck in random places multiple times as a kid

-Donnie has a secret folder full of instructions on how make bombs

-Donnie 100% tracks everyone’s location

-Eventually after enough incidents they all started wearing little body cams Donnie made

-Donnie hacked into local banks databases and erased Mr Oneil’s debts

-The turtles all REALLY like strawberries

-the boys have the DNA of multiple humans aside from Splinter and other animals since they made contact with them in the pet store

-there are WAY more mutants in New York than what is seen in the show

-Mikey and Casey sprayed themselves in the face with spray paint multiple times

-Donnie, Leo, and Casey know the most first aid

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A Turtle By Any Other Name: The Lost Season

[Season 1 tally] [Season 2 tally] [Season 3 tally] [Season 4 tally]

We made it!

As is the usual rule, this includes all direct addresses, names given to a third party, and names dropped during the pre-episode narrations. It also includes the names the turtles use when referring to themselves.

• A short and very crowded season means a much reduced inner-family name count overall. Splinter gets the most name-drops (40), while Leo is the mouthiest name-dropper (43).

• A break from usual trends, however: where Don usually trails well behind his family in name-usage, he comes in second this season (21), if still considerably behind Leo. A full 38% of that are references to Splinter, who he does get a bit of quality time with when they pair up on a mission.

• Very few nickname moments overall, but at least Mikey manages to squeeze in a Raphie-boy.

• Baby Leo shouts "Way to go, dad!" in episode 'Fathers and Sons', and not only is it adorable, it means Leo remains the only turtle to have called Splinter father/dad in direct address (onscreen).

• The same episode reveals Splinter has been referring to the turtles as his sons since they were very small, but also adds 'little ones' and 'children' to his repertoire, which seems to have phased out as they grew.

• Leo acknowledges that the Ninja Tribunal calls him 'Leonardo Splinterson', which is the closest the turtles get to a surname in this series.

• Don usually introduces himself as Donatello, but during a sound off to his family, he checks in as just 'Don'.

• Not really Casey's season, though at least his few scenes are sweet.

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"Four Turtles & A Baby"

(TMNT BAYVERSE)

🐢 Chapter Two 🐢

The lair is filled with the faint hum of the television, some crappy show playing on the screen. The familiar scent of damp stone and lingering incense filled the air. The flickering candlelight cast shadows that danced upon the walls, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere.

Donatello is tinkering with a small gadget at his desk, while Michaelangelo munches on a slice of pizza. Leonardo sits in the corner, meticulously sharpening his swords, his attention focused and steady.

The heavy door creaks open, and in strode Raphael, his expression is a blend of anger and determination, but more prominently, he cradles something in his arms that is making a lot of noise, and makes his brothers shoot him surprised looks.

"Hey, guys… you’re not gonna believe this!"

"Duuude, what’ve you got?" Mikey chirps, his mouth full and eyes full of intrigue. "Is it a weapon or -" His voice trails off as Raphael shifts his grip, revealing the baby nestled in his arms. The atmosphere shifts from curiosity to shock real quick.

"Raph…" Leo says cautiously, standing from his seat, "Is that...a baby?!"

Donatello drops whatever gadget was in his hands and comes closer. He takes off his glasses and squints his eyes in bewilderment.

"Who in the world…? How did you even find a baby down here?"

"She was just there, in the middle of the storm." He glances down at the baby, then back at his brothers, who all wear similarly concerned expressions. "I couldn't just leave her there alone - "

"And you thought it was a good idea to bring her here?!" Leo interjected, his tone serious.

Donatello pulls his goggles down over his eyes, assessing the still-crying infant. "Her body temperature is too low." He continues to scan her vitals. "She's in a pretty bad way as it is, her vitals are less than stable. Wait... Do you think there's a way to trace back how she got here? Or maybe check if there’s any sort of identification?"

"How do you expect to do that, genius?" Raphael spat, "I doubt she's got a wallet on her..."

"Perhaps," came a voice from the other end of the room, "we should first focus on getting her warm and dry."

The brothers turned to see their sensei enter, his beady black eyes shining with curiosity. He carried a small wash basin filled with clean water, and a pair of fluffy towels over his shoulder.

Raphael takes a small step forward, the tension in his pose softening as he hands over the child to his father, one of her tiny fists curls around one of his fingers. The brothers watch in silence as Splinter disposes of the wet blanket and lowers her into the water. At the first touch of heat, her cries dwindle into whimpers. After about five minutes, the natural color returns to her cheeks.

Leo spoke up, “Maybe there’s a shelter we can take her to? Somewhere safe?”

Raphael frowned. “And just leave her there?! Who knows what kind of place that is. I won’t do that.” The fierceness in his voice was unmistakable.

“What do you want to do then? We can’t exactly raise her ourselves.”

"And why not, Leo? We’re a family, right?"

Splinter finished washing and drying the baby girl, who was now much calmer, and wrapped her tightly in a bright yellow blanket.

Leonardo steps closer, scrutinizing the baby carefully, then turns back to Raphael, voice softening. "Raph..."

"No."

"Raphael..."

"Don't say it, Fearless."

"We need to think about her safety. It's best to take her to a shelter where she can receive proper care and protection from professionals."

Mikey pouted. "But Leo, she's so adorable! Look at her little nose! Look at those tiny hands!"

"We can be her family," the big red brute said definitively.

As if on cue, her face scrunched up in distress, cheeks flushed, and a wail erupted that echoed against the ancient stones. Raphael's heart ached at her cries; they pulled at a part of him he thought he’d buried long ago.

"Shh, little one, it's okay," he whispered softly, taking her back from Splinter. As he shifted her in his arms, he felt the weight of her tiny body, fragile and helpless, and was struck by the gravity of his decision to bring her to their lair.

“She needs a real family…" Leo argued, "and a real home.”

“That’s not exactly easy for us,” Donnie added, glancing around the lair as if expecting someone to offer another solution.

"Nuh-uh, forget it, she's staying."

"And how exactly are we going to protect the city AND take care of a baby, dumbass?"

"Fine....you don't have to worry about it. Me and Mikey will do all the work, right little bro?"

Leo crossed his arms, his gaze firm but sympathetic. “Okay, okay. So we raise her ourselves, then what? We keep her hidden down here in the sewers forever?"

Raph took a deep breath, contemplating the enormity of what he was suggesting. “I don't know! But I can't just walk away. She needs...someone."

Mikey suddenly piped up, his voice full of both excitement but also caution. "Shell yeah! I mean, think of all the fun we could have! We'll feed her and bathe her and play with her..."

"She's not a dog, you idiot," Donnie said, shoving Mikey aside. "Human babies are incredibly fragile and require a lot of time and attention and care. It doesn't help that she's already obviously malnourished."

"So all the more reason we should keep her. We send her back out there, she could get worse, and I ain't gonna let that happen on my watch."

"Me either! And that makes it three against one, losers. Pookie stays!"

Three heads turned to stare at the youngest turtle. "What??"

"She's got to have a name, doesn't she?"

Raphael shook his head. "Yeah, but how about something a bit more normal and human-sounding?"

"Historically, there are lots of really great female names to choose from," Donnie said. "Persephone....Theresa...Cleopatra..."

Leo patted his brother on the shoulder. "Mikey, I understand that you're already attached to her, but we should figure out something a little more conventional."

"Yeah, calling a kid Pookie is a bit....too unique. IF she ever goes topside, we don't want her to stand out too much."

Mikey pouted again. "But Pookie suits her perfectly! It's cute and one of a kind, just like her. Can we at least consider it?"

Suddenly, there was a very loud boom of thunder that echoed through the sewers. The little girl wailed just as loudly in response to the abrupt noise.

"Thora."

The brothers turned to look at Splinter who gently takes the baby back from Raphael. He holds her at arms length, a small smile on his aged face. "She shall be called Thora. It means like the thunder."

Donnie nods his head. "Seems appropriate given how she was found, doesn't it?"

"I like it," Leo agreed.

"A badass name for a badass girl," Raphael said with a smirk, stroking a finger along her tiny cheek. "Isn't that right, dollface?

"Alright," Mikey mumbled, giving in. "Thora, it is... but I'm still gonna call her Pookie!"

And with that, the little girl's fate was sealed, and Leonardo effectively lost the argument of returning her to the world above.

💠

[the-fiction-witch]

It's Nothin'

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober day 20

Kinktober concept Pregnancy Kink

Smut Pregnancy kink / full sex/ raw sex/ eating out/ breast sucking/

I hummed myself a gentle tune for me and my little bundle of sweetness as I headed across the dusty streets of Labelle in the dry New Mexico heat. My wicker basket in hand as I hopped up the little splintering steps up onto the porch of the sheriff's office quickly opening the door and heading inside. I saw the inside was much as usual with the deputy whitey Winn laid in the sheriff's chair half asleep his hat on the table but the sound of the door had woke him making him sit up straight glancing around a moment before he saw me and immediately his smile widened

"Y/n!" He gleamed getting up from his seat and scampering around the desk to come see me "what are you doin' here little darlin'?" He smiled resting his hands on my hips and giving my lips a soft kiss

"I wanted to come visit"

"Naww that's awful nice of ya darlin' but ya should be back home restin'"

"Whitey I can walk into town every so often it's alright" I remind him "you can't expect me to be shut up in that house forever"

"I suppose, just be careful. We don't want nothin' bad happenin' now do we?"

"I'll be careful I promise" I smiled giving him a kiss

"Alright then, how's things been then?' He asks returning to the desk and his chair

"Fine, I brought you some pie" I smiled taking my basket over for him

"Naww aren't you sweet, I knew it was a good idea marryin' ya" he winked egarly taking the pie tin "oohh cookies too!"

"Well I haven't seen much of you lately what with bill away and all'

"I know, I'm sorry darlin' ya know if be home if I could. Besides I work all the hours now I'll have plenty of time off for when baby comes" he smiled having himself a cookie

"Speaking of which?" I giggled taking my basket now empty setting it on the deputy desk to give him more space "look at little bug" I giggled stroking my dress and holding under my stomach to reveal just how much my bump had grown

"Getting big now"

"It's a lovely little bump" I giggled happily showing it off but then I noticed him, sat at the desk his elbow on the desk his cheek in his hand in his other hand a cookie that has was happily eating with a dark sly smirk across his lips "what?"

"It's nothin'" he says looking away a moment

"Whitey, come on tell me. What are you looking at me like that for?"

"You wanna know?" He sighed leaning back in the chair

"Yes"

He rubbed his face a moment before leaning in the desk again "it ain't easy to explain darlin', but... ya look really sexy pregnant"

"What?"

"I think somethin' about seein' ya pregnant is kinda hot" he shrugs

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Whitey I look like I'm stealing a watermelon, my feet are so swollen I'm wearing your boots, I don't even remember the last time I saw my pussy"

"I don't know why, I just think ya look sexy like this"

"Is it because I'm carrying your child? Is it a breeding thing?"

"I don't think it's a breedin' thing that's more just being into jizzin in ya, which I admit is also really fun. But I don't know something about seeing ya like this kinda makes me hard" he smirked "Come here my little darlin'" he smirked

I giggled and went over letting him pull me onto his lap

"Hum look at ya," he smirked "umm I think I know one reason ya look so good, ummmm fuck these" he smirked grabbing my breasts fondling them rather hard where they had been growing so much "there gettin so much bigger, and firmer." He smirked kissing down my neck "umm will ya let me little darlin'?"

"Let you what whitey?"

He bit his lip a little pulling on the neckline of my dress with his index finger "I wanna suck on ya big swollen tits" he growled

"Whitey!"

"Come on baby ain't brin yet I want a go on them"

"No! What if I start leaking again"

"Wouldn't that be a shame"

"Whitey that's gross!"

"Fine, but as you and your cute little bump have made me so hard, least you can do is get me off darlin'"

"Alright whitey," I smiled going to move to my knees but he stopped me

"Ah ah ah. As much as I do love your mouth darlin' Its all I've had since ya got pregnant, it's not like I can get ya pregnant again" he chuckled "come on let me raw dog that pretty pregnant pussy"

"Whitey!"

"What?"

"I've never heard you talk like this"

"Ya ain't ever been pregnant before" 

"Well... alright just be gentle" I told him stroking my bump

He smirked and pushed me down on the desk, he kissed my lips rather aggressively then my chin, then down my jaw, he kissed down my neck, down my chest before stopping to pepper kisses on my swollen stomach, before he simply pushed open my thighs tossing the skirt of my dress to the side and beginning to merciless kiss and suck on my clit I did my best to hide my pleasure but he never let up even for a moment giving me little escape from his torment and the slight tickling of his hair against my skin he clearly loved it often looking up to watch me he became faster and more intense using his tongue to toy with me even further. he slipped his fingers inside me finger fucking me in time with his sucks and kisses leaving me to whine from the overwhelming pleasure that washed over me hitting my orgasm but merely continued as of nothing had happened but he held my ankle in a tight grip preventing me closing my legs and as I had already came I was oversensitive meaning my second came through quickly too this was enough for him to pull back with an evil grin as he looked down at me as I gasped he smirked playing with my hair a little before he undid his belt shoving down his pants and slipping himself inside me which made us both moan loudly he held my thigh keeping my leg around him as he began his merciless pace I wrapped my legs around him tighter and clawed my nails into his arms as my body desperate for one last release, I hit my wall of pleasure doing my best to cover my scream with my hand he kept going becoming harder and faster then ever before until atlast he reached his high burying himself deep inside me resting his hands on the desk to take a breath

"Fuck-" I gasped

"You really are sexy pregnant" he smirked giving me a small kiss. 

[yellowhollyhock]

thinking about the tmnt AZ kiddos

The music pulsed through Mikey's being. He closed his eyes, spread his arms out, and let himself got lost in the noise.

People all around him were whooping and shouting, pressing close, bouncing on their feet, pumping their fists. He'd always wanted to go to a concert.

He opened his eyes and turned to grin at his brothers, show them his gratitude for making this happen. They weren't next to him. He turned the other way.

Humans were pressing in close on all sides, and he couldn't find his brothers anywhere. He tried to take a deep breath; Master Splinter had always taught him, in a crisis the best thing was to stay calm.

He did a full 360, scanning the crowd. There was no sign on his family. The longer he looked, the more his surroundings seemed to blur. He couldn't focus.

He stumbled, bumping into the girl next to him.

"Hey!" she cried out, shoving him away.

"Sorry," he said sincerely. Humans had soft, squishy arms, and he knew brushing up against his thick, spurred limbs wasn't pleasant for them. "I'm just looking for my brothers."

"Nobody's around here who could be related to you," she sneered.

Startled and hurt by the hatred still gleaming in her eyes, Mikey backed up a couple of steps. The crowd parted for him, shouts of excitement for the concert morphing into cries of disgust.

"I just wanna go home," his small voice carried through the stadium. "Has anyone seen my family?"

His words were met with silent stares. Finally, someone stepped forward, a big man with a mean scowl.

"If they left you, maybe you should leave them alone," he growled. "Maybe you should leave all of us alone!"

He gave Mikey a shove, so that he fell backwards into the crowd. He reached out wildly, his claws searching for a brother's hand to catch before his head hit the concrete, which seemed now somehow much further down than it had been when he stood upright.

Instead, he felt his finger slice through something warm, soft, fleshy. A scream ripped through the crowd.

Mikey was on his back, unable to twist and see who he'd hurt, or how badly. He held his hand up to his face.

It was covered in blood.

"Monster!"

"Get rid of that thing!"

"Are you okay?"

Mikey swallowed hard, blood roaring in his ears, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry."

He tried to roll over, but he couldn't. He just rocked back and forth uselessly. He was suffocating.

"Help me."

Someone kicked him. For a moment, he thought they'd help him roll over, but someone on his other side was kicking too. In fact, he was surrounded.

"How can you ask for help after hurting us like that?"

"He's bleeding! You cut him open."

If he closed his eyes, he could focus through the pain enough to hear the sobs of the man he'd hurt, and people trying to help him.

"It's a deep cut."

"Probably infected."

"Will he be okay?"

Mikey gasped. His eyes flew open, and he found himself safely at home, lying on his plastron, tightly hugging his pillow.

It seemed he'd kicked his blanket off.

He lay there for a while, letting his heart-rate slow.

Someone stirred in the bed across the room; the other top bunk, where Leo slept.

"Mikey?"

"Hey Leo," he whispered back as casually as he could. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just had a nightmare."

Leo was quiet for a moment. "Do you want me to get Dad?"

Mikey hugged his pillow a little tighter, embarrassed. He wasn't a baby. "No."

Leo flicked on a nightlight attached to the ceiling right above his bed, revealing his worried form, sitting up, brow creased. "Do you want to come sit with me for a while?"

Mikey hesitated for only a moment. "Yeah."

He hurried down the ladder, trying to stay quick and light so he wouldn't wake up Donnie or Raph. Part of him did want all three of his brothers, but at the same time, he was fifteen. He didn't need the whole family knowing about it every time his sleep was a little disrupted.

As he reached the ground, however, he could see in the dim blue light that the bottom bunk was empty.

He frowned, whirling around to face Raph. Donnie might be up working on a project, and if he'd told anyone, it would be Raph.

But he only found another empty bed.

"Uh, Leo?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did Raph and Donnie go somewhere?"

Leo looked over the side of the bed, alarmed. "What?"

"They're gone."

His older brother flew down the ladder, stumbling across the room to turn on the overhead light. Mikey blinked as his eyes adjusted, watching Leo's eyes dart between the empty beds. He shrugged pointedly at him. Told you so.

"Dad!"

Leo was running down the hall, and Mikey followed.

It wasn't unheard of for one or both of them to sneak out, but tonight there was no reason for it. No movie they'd been talking about seeing, no missing piece of machinery Donnie had mentioned, no big argument Raph hadn't managed to get the last word in and would be off to prove a point about.

Master Splinter's door swung open before they reached it, and he met them with open arms. He put a hand on each of their shoulders. Mikey immediately went in for a hug, burying his face in his father's chest, seeking the reassurance that he was present and safe.

"What happened?"

"They're gone!" Leo squeaked, wringing his hands anxiously.

Splinter gently pushed Mikey back, and bolted for the living room. They followed.

He snatched Leo's cell phone out of the basket by the tv--where they were all supposed to leave their phones before going to bed. Mikey and Leo gathered close to listen as he dialed.

As it rang, Splinter's tail flicked nervously back and forth. Mikey reached for Leo's hand, this time as much to comfort his brother as for his own sake.

The door swung open, immediately getting their attention. Donnie pulled his head partially into his shell sheepishly. His cell phone was still ringing from inside his backpack.

His arms were full of a human.

She was tall and lean, with sun-damaged skin and a long braid that fell past Donnie's arms.

Raph pushed past him, hurrying over to the kitchen.

"We meant to call," he said over his shoulder as he retrieved an ice pack from the freezer. "It's just, she was in trouble--"

"You can't just bring home a human!" Leo said hysterically. "What happened to her? What were you guys even doing out this late?"

Donnie set her carefully down on the couch, placing a pillow under her head. His hands shook and his eyes shone with tears.

"We weren't doing anything!" Raph argued. "We were just on our way home, and these guys came out of nowhere!"

Splinter knelt in front of her, next to Donnie.

"Does she need a hospital?" he prompted, his soft tone ending the building argument.

"We don't think so," Raph panted. "She didn't hit her head or anything, we think she just got scared and fainted."

"Does she have a cell phone?"

Donnie took his backpack off, fishing out a cell phone. He held it up with a grimace; there was a shuriken embedded in the screen.

"It was an accident," he said shakily.

Raph leaned over the back of the couch to hand Splinter the ice pack. "She tried to hit back," he explained, "Left handed. We don't think her wrist is broken, but...."

Master Splinter wordlessly accepted it and pressed it carefully against her wrist.

As soon as Raph's hands were free, Leo tackled him in a hug.

"Don't scare us like that!"

"We didn't mean to, geez," Raph replied, hugging back just as tightly.

"Who did you say attacked?" Splinter pressed as he scanned her for further injuries.

"We don't know," Raph admitted. "They just looked like regular guys, they said something about a video she had. We know we weren't supposed to be out by the university again, but, but Dad, there were five of them and she was all alone and they just jumped out at her!"

"You did the right thing," Splinter reassured him, "And I am proud of you for that. Unfortunately, doing what's right doesn't always lead to the outcomes we hope for."

Mikey watched her face; her breathing had changed, and there was a small crease between her eyes.

"Uh, guys?"

"But that's okay!" Leo looked anxiously between Raph and Splinter. "Whatever happens, we'll handle it, like we always do!"

"Guys," Mikey repeated, keeping his eyes on her as she shifted ever so slightly.

"We will do what we can to make sure she's safe. However, it would be best if when she woke she was far away from here."

"I'm pretty sure she's already awake," Mikey announced.

When he said that, her whole body tensed, proving him right. They all fell silent, watching her.

Raph snorted softly. "Wonder how long she's been pretending."

Leo nudged him. "She's just scared."

Splinter held up a hand to silence them both. He stepped back from the couch, motioning for his sons to do the same.

"It is alright, child," he soothed, "We wish to help you get safely home."

She opened her eyes and sat up, still stiff, eyes darting around.

Mikey tried hard to stay still, but he couldn't help bouncing in place a bit. He'd never actually talked to a real human before, and he couldn't decide whether to be terrified or ecstatic. He waved awkwardly while she looked around at them all.

"Who are you guys?" she finally asked.

It was all the invitation he needed.

"We're the Hamatos!" he announced, spreading his arms out. "This is my Master Splinter, he's the coolest dad in the world! If anyone can protect you, it's him. That's my brother Leo, he loves blue and soft things and treats everyone like a baby bird." Leo dipped his head shyly. "This one's Donnie, he doesn't talk much, but he can build anything and he's the reigning champion at both Tetris and thumb wars." Donnie smiled politely, her broken phone still clutched close to his chest. "And there's Raph, he's not afraid of anything, except maybe cockroaches, not that he's very scared of cockroaches, but--" Raph was giving him a look, it was past time to abort-- "He's a super cool guy!"

"And this little chatterbox is Mikey," Raph cut in, arms crossed. "As hard as this will be to believe, he's put a lot of thought into that little spiel."

The human just gaped. "Uh-huh."

"We've never introduced ourselves to a human before," Leo explained, as if that should bring her some comfort.

"That makes sense," she said slowly. "I've never, uh, introduced myself to a, um, Hamato before either. I'm April, by the way. Thanks for saving me back there." She sucked in a breath, pulling on her braid. "Do you maybe have a phone I can borrow?"

Donnie immediately dove back into his backpack, dropping April's phone in the process. He held his phone out to her, keeping his head down.

"We're real sorry about yours," Raph spoke for him.

"Don't worry, he can fix it," Mikey added brightly. Donnie nodded emphatically.

"That's okay, I mean, better my phone than my head, right?" she accepted Donnie's phone, starting to dial in a number.

"Who were those guys, anyway?" Raph asked, bolder now that she was conscious and seemed to be okay. "What were they after? What'd you do?"

"Getting attacked doesn't mean she did something," Leo scolded. "Unless she did do something," he added uncertainly. "Did you?"

Splinter's tail flicked sternly. "Our only concern is to help her get home safely."

April just held up a finger, holding the phone to her ear.

"Irma, it's April--yeah, my phone's busted, We were totally right, you'll never believe--no, way worse than we thought! No like we might actually wanna be backing off, I don't know what we're getting into here. No, no, nothing like that. Yeah, sorry, my phone's like, broken broken. No, I'm totally fine. Yeah yeah, you were right about the self-defense classes. Actually, these guys rescued me, but you're not gonna believe that, either. I'll tell you at home. Hey about that, can you come get me? Uh-huh, Yeah, hang on."

She brought the phone down, looking at Splinter.

"Where am I, exactly?"

Mikey and Donnie pressed against each other nervously. Raph and Leo exchanged alarmed looks.

"We would be happy to walk you to the bus stop off Sunset Way," Splinter said calmly. "For reasons I am sure you understand, we cannot tell you or your friend where we are located."

April blinked, processing that, and a voice from the other end squeaked frantically. She brought the phone back to her ear.

"Okay, meet me at the bus stop by Eegee's. Chill out, I'll explain at home. Yeah I'm sure, they just saved my life. Nah girl, it's not like that. They're like twelve."

"We're fifteen!" Raph protested.

"My bad, they're fifteen," April repeated dryly. "Hm? Two of them. Well, actually four. Five technically? Listen, I'll meet you at the bus stop and I'll explain everything on the way home. Okay. Yeah, of course. Thanks Irma."

She hung up, passing the phone back to Donnie.

"I'm probably gonna be super freaked out about this later," she announced. "Everything else that happened tonight doesn't really compete with a giant gerbil and four teenage turtles."

"Oh, um, Master Splinter is actually a rat," Leo corrected awkwardly.

"And we're clearly tortoises," Raph drawled much more confidently.

"It's an easy mistake to make," Mikey added smoothly. "I mean, I was almost nine before I could tell humans apart from apes, right guys? It's especially confusing in the movies where apes wear clothes."

Donnie shook his head at him, which was totally unfair! Leo and Raph were the ones who got started on species differentiation.

"Boys," Master Splinter cut in, "Get your coats. Leonardo, Donatello, leave your weapons. We will try not to draw attention. If there is trouble, stay behind me. That means you too, Miss April."

They scrambled to obey, tripping over each other on the way back to their shared bedroom.

"Hey, Mikey," Leo asked as he zipped his coat, "Do you wanna talk about your dream?"

Mikey was grateful he avoided the word nightmare, though from Raph and Donnie's identical concerned expressions, they caught on anyway.

He pulled his hoodie down over his head, popping back out with a big grin. "Nah."

They were going out into the human world--and not just on a junkyard run or to a food shelter or hiding in the rafters together to watch college basketball. They were going outside with a human friend. Her name was April and she even seemed to trust them.

"I barely even remember it anymore."

[ven10]

~Chapter 7 of The Twelve Baudelaires AU~

In which the children make a smashing first impression

{Ao3}

The moment the banker stepped outside Olaf slammed the door behind him with a resounding click. He then stalked towards the children, eyes gleaming menacingly, “Well, children, before I give you a tour of your new home, aren’t you going to say ‘How do you do?’ to your new guardian?”

“How do you do?” Said Violet, trying to sound polite. Count Olaf extended his hand towards Lilac, who shook it quickly and felt the urge to wash her hands afterwards. Nick, Klaus, Larry, and the babies all eyed their new guardian suspiciously as he stepped forward, leaning down till he was eye level to Sunny (who was held by Klaus). Veronica stared at the floor. Laurie peered at a yellowing plant near the stairs, wondering if it was wilted beyond repair or if she could heal it. She tore her gaze away from it when Olaf’s mouth opened to reveal a set of yellow teeth, and he said,

“Better and better, Baudelaires. Better and better.”

Olaf straightened, rising to his full height. Then he turned his attention to Nick, grasping the boy’s face between his greasy fingers and turning it,

“Your left side is the good one.” Olaf stated, releasing his grip with a flourish. Nick looked bewildered, and he held Solitude a little tighter.

Count Olaf then reached into his pocket, and dramatically whipped out a scroll of paper which was so long it fell to the floor when it unravelled. “Do you know what this is?”

“It looks like a list.” Klaus answered.

“Wrong! It’s a list. A list of chores. Rich brats like you are probably spoiled rotten and have never done a chore in your life.”

“Actually, we often help around the house.” Lilac said. Veronica added, “I made a chart to avoid arguments”, remembering a time when the kids had played increasingly elaborate plans on each other for a full week after a dispute over whose turn it was to take out the trash.

“Really? Did you help around the house? That’s great.” Olaf’s voice was high-pitched and mocking. “Well, welcome to your lucky life.”

He then led them through his horrible house, showing them the different rooms all in states of disarray; Klaus willed himself not to cry as he looked around, and Laurie tried not to gag at the smells.

The kitchen was host to countertops that were more stain than surface, and were stacked high with dirty dishes. The ballroom floor was rotten and splintered (Count Olaf informed them they’d have to fix that, somehow.) The laundry room held washing lines of drying underwear that didn’t look washed. The closest thing resembling a book in the ‘library’ was a newspaper reminding the children that their parents were dead (Olaf told them he was going to frame it). Olaf led them upstairs, showing them rat-infested bathrooms. Nick spotted an extra set of stairs, ones which lead further up than where the Count had shown them.

“What’s that up there?”

Instead of answering, Olaf simply gave Nick a look that screamed ‘Don’t interrupt me’ then led them to a different room. Olaf stayed outside of the door as the kids trailed in. This room was freezing; wind blew in from gaps in the ceiling, the walls were slimy with mould, and the only furniture was one single rickety bed.

“This is where you will sleep, orphans.” Olaf remained in the hallway. Violet wondered if it was for dramatic effect or because he might genuinely not fit inside of the tiny room he’d just jammed eleven kids into.

It had started to rain. The roof did nothing to keep them dry. “It’s very…close to nature,” tried Laurie.

“Yes,” said Olaf, “and as you can see, I have provided at no cost to you, this complimentary pile of rocks. Thoughts?”

“Amazing,” Nick bit out sarcastically.

“Thoughts?” A huff of anger escaped Klaus’ lips, “First of all--”

Violet cut him off, “First of all, first impressions are often wrong.”

“Very true,” agreed Olaf, sounding much calmer than before. Laurie observed this carefully, trying to work out the ‘do’s and don’t’s’ of how to interact with their new guardian.

The Count continued, “For example, your first impression of me may be that I am a terrible person. But in time, Baudelaires, I hope you’ll come to realise…” He stepped closer, the floor of their room creaked under his weight, “you haven’t the faintest idea.”

With that, the man left, slamming the door behind him. The whole house shook.

Larry took off his hat, flicking the propellors with his hand in a miserable attempt to distract himself from their current circumstances. Violet took Sunny from Klaus and tried to reassure her.

“Well, I got a good feeling about this,” Nick said sarcastically.

“Nick,” Lilac said.

“What? He seems like a great guy. I mean, the room could use a little fixing up but that’s nothing some lumber, paint and rat traps couldn’t fix.” He walked over to the bed “Ooh, one bed! Fantastic.”

Susie burrowed her head in Lilac’s shoulder. “Nick, you’re scaring her.”

“I’m scaring her! Lilac, what are we doing here?!” He threw the suitcase onto the bed, and the floor creaked ominously, as though the house sensed the tension.

“Don’t do this,” Lilac urged.

Veronica folded her arms and met Nick’s eyes, “I hate it here too,” she said, then -after a short glance at her twin- she added, “but we have to keep our chin up.”

“ ‘Keep our chin up’ -Veronica, our parents are gone, our house burned down, and now we’re stuck with this guy! These things don’t just happen!”

“Well obviously they do!” Lilac shot, raising her voice. Violet stepped between them, “fighting isn’t going to do us any good,” she said, “I know everything’s been… a lot lately,but we need to stick together.”

“We Baudelaires take care of our own,” Laurie smiled sadly as she echoed something their parents used to say. Klaus placed a hand on her shoulder.

Nick fiddled with his sleeve, still frowning. Lilac closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Okay,” she said, calmer, “you’re right. We Baudelaires take care of our own and we’re going to get through this and we’re going to be fine.”

“But look at this place!” Nick yelled, voice cracking. The house creaked in response, as if it heard and was deeply offended. Violet stared at the floor, narrowing her eyes.

“We can fix it,” Veronica insisted.

“Um,” said Larry, “Can you do it now?”

“How?!” Nick sat angrily on the bed (it was as soft as concrete), “we have no equipment, no cleaning products, no-”

“Nick, get off the bed!” Violet interrupted.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Oh shit!” Veronica exclaimed, spotting the problem. Solitude yelled “Eek!”, and Laurie and Larry gasped.

A large crack had begun to form beneath the bed as the wood splintered under their weight. And the crack was growing.

“Everybody out!” Lilac started pushing her siblings out the door. Klaus grabbed Nick’s arm, dragging him out of shock to get him and Solitude to safety. Lilac was the last sibling left in the room. The wood gave a low but loud groan. Lilac’s face whitened, “Think fast!” She yelled. Veronica, knowing what this meant from years of siblinghood, caught baby Susie after Lilac threw her.

There was a loud crack. And then a shriek. And then, the most dreadful sound of all; a group of terrified children all screaming the same word: Lilac.

[sittingduck-ffxiv]

The Reunion Festival was in full swing, and Sitting Duck was already sweating—and not from the summer sun.

Banners of old battles flapped above the village square. Food carts sizzled. Musicians tuned their instruments while actors stretched theatrically near a wooden replica of a Titan arena built entirely from stage props and optimism.

Duck stood awkwardly near the festival announcer’s stand, holding what he could only describe as a prop axe’s distant cousin. It was foam. It wobbled.

He looked like a child’s drawing of a warrior.

“Hey, Mister Duck!” came a bright voice.

A small Miqo'te boy no older than ten ran up, his hands sticky with candy, his face smudged with chocolate. He pointed excitedly at Duck’s chest. “I remember you! You won the prize in the Egg Hunt! You were, like, super cool!”

Duck blinked. “I was?”

“You ran from that huge chocobo! It was awesome!” the boy said, beaming. “I wanna be a tank like you someday.”

Duck stared, mouth slightly open. His ears didn’t twitch in embarrassment. For a second, he didn’t feel like a walking punchline.

“…Thanks,” he said, softly.

Behind him, Stool Pigeon watched with an unusually quiet smile.

The stage was set.

Smoke poofed from hidden canisters. Duck took his place at the center of the fake battlefield as a wooden “Titan” loomed behind a curtain, ready to be dramatically unveiled.

The crowd cheered.

He peered over his shoulder. The crowd was really cheering. They were happy.

Sincere.

Off to the side, was a familiar face. Roxxy Glamshine, head-to-toe in dazzle pink, had her tomestone raised with her back to the action. Every time Duck blinked, she was in a new pose, searching for the elusive perfect shot.

Well, at least she's not laughing at him.

The curtain falls, revealing the primal in all his fabricated glory.

More cheers.

The show was on.

Duck cleared his throat and delivered his opening line, voice quavering.

“I… shall stand as your shield!”

Applause.

He looked down at the foam axe. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered.

As the words left his lips, his nose scrunched. He sniffed the air – his nose hairs uncomfortably fidgeting. The itchy sensation crawled through his nostrils, expelled with a prompt sneeze.

“Is that… burnt marshmallow?”

She lowered her hands, the crackling aether fading with a coiled sizzle.

From under her dark hood, her crimson eyes bore into the figure of Sitting Duck standing before the pathetic imitation of a god felled by the Warrior of Light.

Those eyes flicked into the crowd. Pigeon. Paira. Bird Brain.

The whole family was there, watching the boy who believed he could soar.

She clicked her tongue and curled her fingers toward her chin.

Watching.

At first, Duck thought it was part of the show.

The air shimmered with heat. Aether cracked across the square like lightning veins.

His nose twitched again – his eyes shot open with realization. His hands instinctively crushed the foam axe with a nervous squeeze.

“Summoning magic,” he whispered.

The wooden Titan shuddered, then shattered — splinters flying as something real emerged from the mist.

Titan.

Not a costume. Not a prop.

The primal – mostly. But enough.

The villagers screamed and scattered. Stalls collapsed. The sky turned a shade darker.

Duck stumbled back, stunned. His heart dropped into his boots.

Then he saw her. The cloaked woman standing amidst the chaos – calm, expression unreadable. Her gaze met Duck’s across the square.

She smiled.

Then vanished.

Duck turned and found his mother barreling toward him.

“Ma!” he shouted. “Get everyone to safety!”

She stopped short, face livid. “Don’t tell me—”

Then she saw him.

Greatsword at his back. Shoulders squared. Eyes blazing, golden and defiant.

Soaring Eagle. For a moment — he stood there in Duck’s place.

She blinked away tears, yanked his real weapon from behind a stall, and shoved it into his hands. “Make me proud, baby.”

He nodded, gripping the hilt.

Titan roared.

The first hit nearly killed him.

He was flung across the square into a makeshift confetti cannon, emerging moments later in a cloud of glitter and bruises. He groaned, staggering upright.

Titan advanced.

Duck spat blood and swung again.

He was bleeding, his vision swimming, and Titan’s fists kept pounding like festival drums of doom. Around him, people were still fleeing at Paira's command.

“Duuuck!” a familiar voice rang out.

Duck's ear flicked towards the sound.

Pigeon was standing on a supply crate, clutching a bow he’d clearly snatched from Roxxy’s display.

Ignoring his mother's pleas, he watched his brother battle against a mightier, insurmountable foe. Titan's might crushed Duck over and over, determined to make the foolish Miqo'te part of the land itself.

But after every blow, Duck got up.

Pigeon looked down at his notebook peeking out from his satchel. The bow in his hand.

He had to do something.

Plink.

Duck looked down at the arrow that clattered off of Titan's body and down at his feet. He felt the primal's attention shift – grinding stone that rumbled as it moved.

His bones shrieked as he followed its gaze to Pigeon.

Another plink.

And then, Pigeon began to sing.

Badly. Passionately.

“The Duck who faced a god of stone, With muddy boots and heart alone…”

It was ridiculous. Off-key. Heroic.

Duck chuckled. Then he got punched again.

He hit the ground hard. Everything ached. His vision blurred.

And then he saw the worst thing.

The boy from earlier — his fan — was standing in front of Titan.

Holding the foam axe.

Titan’s fist rose, casting a sinister, malms-long shadow.

“No—!”

Instincts took over. A chain uncoiled from around Duck's arm and before he knew what was happening, it latched taut around Titan’s fist. With a bellow, Duck pulled.

The fist redirected — straight into Duck.

WHAM.

The fist slammed into him with the force of a dozen warmachina. His armor shattered into a million pieces, revealing a bloodied, broken torso.

But he didn't move. His feet were rooted to the ground, his teeth clenched.

He. Didn't. Move.

The boy was safe. Yanked into Paira's care while Duck held Titan at bay.

A rage roiled in his breast as he stood his ground. An unrelenting scream erupted from somewhere deep inside his broken body.

For once, in this fleeting moment, Titan seemed small. Ineffectual. Blow after blow was ignored by Duck's defiant will, the chain keeping the false primal in place and the last of the bystanders to flee.

Pigeon continued to sing while plinking arrows at Titan.

Duck found an odd comfort in his brother's voice, but the words came in and out as he tanked Titan's rage.

Words about his speed at the egg hunt.

His improbable victory in the coliseum.

Mentorship. The neverending duty. A goblin rescue.

They inspired him. Moved his feet when were too tired. Lifted his arms when he simply couldn't.

But it wasn't enough.

The chain fell from around Duck's arm. Every breath was its own battle – through bloodied teeth and broken ribs. The muddied visage of Titan's glowing core filled his view as Pigeon's voice faded.

The shape before him moved – the round, shuddering mass of rock elongating into an oval. He couldn't lift his head to see the fists coming down.

He closed his eyes.

As the moment stretched, he thought of his brother. A smile that shone brighter than the calamity. He was never angry or frustrated. He always knew what to say – even when the kids wouldn't stop bullying Duck over his name.

He hoped he could be like him – he hoped he was him. Now.

For Pigeon.

He smiled.

The blow never came.

Something grabbed him from the inside. An ice cold grip that yanked his very being from certain death and to the side of a a slim, graceful Elezen woman with dark hair in flowing braids. He slammed into her, sending her backward a few paces.

"Excuse me!?" Elisabet Rousseau chirped, her elegant Ishgardian accent several octaves too high. "The baddie is over there."

"Who…?" Duck wheezed.

A sweet warmth filled as body as she spoke, restoring his fatigue, vision, and the sound of Pigeon's voice.

"Get him!!!" Pigeon shouted.

Duck flung around to the sound of cinder blocks crashing against living stone. A Midlander with a Pink faux hawk was spinning Titan in circles. She was a blur of fists, feet, and wonton destruction.

Titan couldn't keep up with her speed, but it was clear it wouldn't last forever.

Duck felt a shove in his back.

"You heard the boy," Elisabet spat, "get him."

He obliged.

"Hey!" Duck called to the false primal. "I'm still standing."

Titan's golden eyes narrowed as it rumbled to face Duck.

Duck swallowed hard. Elisabet's healing magic gave him his breath, but things were still broken.

He gritted his teeth and charged ahead.

The four of them battled. Axe, fist, arrow, and magic. Pigeon continued to sing tales of Duck and Eagle. Bystanders dared to get closer to watch.

Murmurs and gasps became shouting and cheers.

Titan's core was exposed again.

"Hey, uh, punchy girl," Duck said, pointing at the core. "Break that thing!"

Larielle Dunn's foot dug into the ground. Without hesitation she sprinted at Duck. Dumbfounded, he lowered his body, only to have her foot stomp on his back. He reflexively lifted upward, giving her a boost as she delivered the final blow, shattering the core with a clap of thunder.

Titan bellowed one last time, crumbling into a pile of rocks and fading into a mist of aether.

The only thing Duck could hear was his own, ragged breath. He looked up. Pigeon hugged his waist. Elisabet adjusted her white robes just so and gave him a wink. Larielle shook some pebbles out of her gi.

They won.

The crowd erupted.

Paira rushed over, tears streaming, voice loud enough to shake the heavens. “THAT’S MY BOY! YOU TOOK DOWN A TITAN!”

Duck winced. “Ma… ribs…”

“Took you ten episodes,” Pigeon said, voice half a sob, “but you did it.”

Duck grinned, exhausted. “Start the next one with that.”

Bird Brain wandered in from nowhere, arms folded calmly.

“Even a duck learns to fly,” he murmured, “if the wind believes in him.”

Pigeon blinked. “Dad… did you just write my next chapter title?”

Duck winced when his mother let him go with a hearty pat on the shoulders. A few fulms away were the two unlikely adventurers that jumped in to lend a hand. Pigeon, standing as tall as he could, sidled under Duck's arm to walk him over to them.

“Thanks for your help, we –” Duck started.

“Elisabet Rousseau," Elisabet said, her Ishgardian accent returned now that the furor of battle has faded. She curls her fingers around her staff, “Pleasure."

“What?” Pigeon chirped. “Plooshoore?”

“Don't mind him,” Duck apologized. “He doesn't get out much.”

Elisabet smiled. “You can take a punch. Next time… maybe don't.”

“Noted,” Duck chuffed under his breath, feigning a weak grin. “And you, um, punchy –”

“D,” Larielle said, almost knocking duck off balance with a hard slap on the shoulder. “Or L. Dunn. Larielle if you're being stuffy. Nice to meet ya.”

“Nice hair!” Pigeon said.

Larielle fluffed her pink faux hawk with her hand. “Thanks, squirt.”

“It's Pigeon,” Pigeon corrected with a snort.

“Weird name, but I respect it,” Larielle said with a smirk. “You two fight pretty good. Always down for a workout.”

“Well, this chance encounter was,” Elisabet paused, a slender finger tapping her chin, “fortuitous? A quaint village.”

“It's our home!” Pigeon said.

“Quite,” Elisabet said.

“And you,” Larielle popped her fists on her hips. “What's your name? You know, in case we cross paths again.”

Duck smiled down at a glowing Pigeon who smiled back. He looked up at Larielle's unshaken confidence and Elisabet's elegant aura.

He straightened, ignoring the pain.

“I'm Sitting Duck,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

[olliethescribe]

This is so awesome!! - I gotta add to it :]

“Splinter’s not gonna kill you two. He can barely get himself off the couch and he’s too busy making heart eyes at Draxum to think straight.” Leo crossed his arms and grumbled something under his breath before shaking off his unrest. “But hey, it looks like there’s more of you guys over there! I’ll go find Donnie and call you when I get him.”

The slider pointed to the hippo and worm rapidly approaching them, smiling a bit at the sight of another version of his uncles/dads. It was better than the alternative in that multiverse hallway, that’s for sure.

“Hey, Baby Blue?” Leo felt Ron’s hand on his shoulder, his mentor getting down to his level. “If you get overwhelmed here please tell me. I want you to be able to enjoy this.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” The slider smiled at the magician, gently flicking the gold hoop earring that dangled from the side of his mask. “Plus I’ve got you wherever I go so why worry?”

There were tears in corner of Ron’s eyes. It was so easy to get the waterworks going, especially after that day. Oh god, that day…

He threw his arms around Leo gently in a hug, holding the turtle close to him. “I love you, my little Leo. Don’t get lost.”

“I love you too, Dad. I promise I’ll stay close.” Leo hugged the magician back tight before letting go.

“Donnie’s in the Minecraft corner!” Raph shouted, sticking her head up from the crowd to get Leo’s attention.

“Duty calls. See ya guys soon.” And like that the blue turtle disappeared into the crowd of his traumatized duplicates.

Ron wiped his eyes on his infinite handkerchief before spinning around and finding himself face to face with one of his alternate selves. His only alternate self at the competition.

He’d seen other versions of himself before in that magic hallway he’d summoned with Leo, painfully aware of his future but with minimal detail to go along with the context. He knew that in many other worlds he were a criminal, sometimes Australian, and often mischaracterized to fit some sort of narrative. But this version of himself? This felt right just with a glance.

“Hi! Fancy meeting you here. Usually never see other, uh, me’s at these sorts of things.” Ron smiled as he held a hand out, his sparkly polish from letting Donnie practice on his nails on full display. “Also, your makeup is just dashing.”

“Thank you!” Ron jumped at bit from hearing his own voice come out of someone else. It was that gay pirate show all over again. “And, just for the record, love your nails.”

“Thank you, thank you. Now, I know the name thing might vary with us but what would you like to be called?”

“Oh, I’m going by Ron again these days. Using she/he pronouns as well.” His duplicate answered. “Used to go by Hypno.”

“Ah. That might be a little bit confusing. Hmmm…” The magician took a moment to think, his heart skipping a beat at the name ‘Hypno’. “How’s about I just cloak for now? Yeah, that should make this easier."

“Wait, what-” But before the other hippo could finish her question the magician before him was wrapped in ruby-red smoke, the cloud dissipating to reveal the now-human Ron. "Fancy that!"

"You know me. Always got a trick up my sleeve." Ron winked as his hippo alternate clapped. "Now, how'd you two meet?" Ron pointed to the worm man squirming around a line that led to his own Warren.

"Oh, him?" The hippo chuckled as she reminisced. "It all started when he was wearing a magic amulet to give himself massive pecs..."

While the hippo magician spun his yarn about meeting her worm Warren, the line in front of the 'human' newscaster was quickly dwindling. On his lap sat a bounty of gifts from fellow competitors, plenty of them sweet. Mikey would love the honey and Raph would devour the muffins. Hmm, where were they?

Before Warren could think on that anymore there was a worm on his lap. Another version of himself.

"Hi!" The last time Warren had seen other versions of himself was during that weird unpublished Warren meet-up where he totally didn't make out with that vampire version of himself. "So, what's your whole situation?"

The other Warren couldn't get a word in as a gigantic explosion rang out from the center of the arena followed by a familiar turtle's voice shouting "I CAST DADDY ISSUES" at the top of his lungs. It then went silent before a loud horn went off followed by scittering as Mikey, Raph, Leo, and Donnie ran back excitedly toward their dads.

"We tied!" Mikey shouted, a tiny traffic cone falling off his head as he ground to a halt.

"Wait," Warren felt like his head was spinning and he couldn't even talk to his alternate self, "Really?"

"Yeah!" The orange turtle pointed to a tall woman with long black hair followed by six turtles, a raccoon, and a salamander. A banner above them read 'Shen and the League of Lesbians'. "We finally get to team up with someone for real!"

"And Casey isn't gonna revoke your ally card!" Raph added, spinning in her dress as she thought of her girlfriend.

While the turtles were celebrating, Warren looked down at his alternate self, who was looking up at the scoreboard and frowning.

"I told Mateo not to use that stupid picture," he grumbled, arms crossed. The score for Mutini's was barely over six percent.

"Hey," his human alternate self whispered above him, "wanna hide in my chair and ride out the rest of the competition with us?"

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Since when have you ever cared about the rules?"

Worm Warren contemplated it for half a second. "Yeah, I'm in."

@tmntaucompetition

@tmntaucompetition

Saw everyone else interacting so I thought would too! Anyones free to ping the Mutinis gang for cross overs ^^

Warren let out a loud exasperated groan, rubbing his temples over the situation Todd had got them stuck in. The ex-news anchor squinted at the stooges he called employees, the loud noises of this little contest hurting his brain.

“Okay. So. First off Mateo goes and gives a CHILD A LEAD PIPE!” Warren shouted, flailing his hands about.

“Maybe that guy shouldn’t have been a bitch!” Mateo shot back.

“STILL! Stilllll man seriously?! It’s bad enough we’re surrounded by clones of those turtles,” Warren groaned scrunching up his face.

It was at that moment someone caught his eyes, and immediately began tapping Rons face.

“RON, RON, RON!”

“Yes love?” Ron asked raising a brow.

Warren pointed towards a couple in the distance that looked surprisingly familiar. One was…Ron, and the other was a human Warren?

“IS THAT US?! Damn I’m hot in every universe Haha GO ME WOOO!” Warren cheered taking the small victory. “WE GOTTA MEET THEM NOW!!!”

@olliethescribe

[misteria247]

What's this something different ohmigosh????? Here's something from the Actor AU I mentioned a time or two whoop-

The thing that inspired Rise Mikey to pursue an acting career was an incident that had happened when he'd been in kindergarten/1st grade. The box shell turtle at the time had been somewhat bullied by his fellow classmates due to his teeth and the small gap in them. Many times Rise Mikey would come home from school to Rise Splinter, hiccupping and sniffling from the hurtful words that he'd hear from the other human, yokai and mutant children. The older rat always comforting the small child five/six year old boy to the best of his abilities. His brothers would also do their best to help Rise Mikey feel better from the awful day he'd experience.

It was after one of those typical days of Rise Mikey coming home in tears that would send him on his way towards becoming the next ninja turtle.

Rise Splinter wasn't home at the time, instead leaving Rise Raph in charge of the kids while he went to run an errand. Rise Raph had scooped Rise Mikey up while Rise Donnie went to get his baby brother something to snack on and Rise Leo had went into the living room to get the TV on and find something for his baby brother to watch and take his mind off of his terrible day. It was after the four boys had settled down into the living room and had been surfing through the channels when Rise Mikey's attention had been caught by a show he'd never heard of.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Curiosity and a catchy theme song had made the youngest turtle beg for their group to watch it and it was left on without much fuss. It was during this moment that Rise Mikey's life would change forever. As the boy watched the show, being sucked into the story of four brothers and their beloved rat sensei that Rise Mikey saw it. One of the teenagers, a purple clad turtle who was the genius amongst his brothers named Donatello (12 Donnie), had smiled on the screen in excitement revealing his teeth.

A gap between said teeth stared right back at Rise Mikey leaving him stunned.

This hero, 12 Donnie had a gap in his teeth. Just like Rise Mikey.

That moment changed everything. When the show had ended and Rise Splinter had came home with a pizza in his hands, Rise Mikey had literally charged at his father. Talking a mile a minute about the cool purple turtle with the gap in his teeth and how he wanted to meet him immediately. Rise Splinter after calming his chipper son down had to explain to him that it wasn't necessarily easy to meet an actor from a TV show. However Rise Mikey could write a fan letter to the actor. So with a pip in his step, the box turtle brought out his best crayons and paper and in messy, childish writing began to write his letter. Rise Donnie and Rise Raph had helped him with spelling and grammar, while Rise Splinter and Rise Leo searched up the P.O. box for the show's cast. After much effort and with extra love and care, Rise Mikey eagerly waited for a letter to return to him.

When the letter arrived at the studio the purple clad teen had been a bit startled to receive a letter from someone so young. 12 Donnie had been careful when he'd opened the envelope, noting the child like drawings and scrawl. When he saw the contents of the letter a small, slightly saddened but touched smile came on his face. Once he'd been done reading it 12 Donnie placed the letter gently back into its envelope, and pulled out his own pen and paper. He ignored the sounds of 12 Raph and 12 Mikey's play fighting coming from the room next to his and focused on writing back to his number one fan.

When Rise Mikey got a letter back the child had been over the moon and practically bounced off the walls as he waited for Rise Splinter to open it and read it to him. It's contents was full of thanks for the letter, and how 12 Donnie was glad that he had a small companion who had a gap in his teeth as well. It told Rise Mikey that having a gap wasn't terrible and that a lot of people had them, including heroes. And it told him that one day, sometime in the far future 12 Donnie would love to meet his gap tooth pen pal. Rise Mikey as soon as he heard this had become dead set on meeting his fellow gap tooth friend. Years passed, and along with them letters exchanged between the two turtles continued on. Rise Mikey treasured each one, happy that he had someone who could give him advice on dealing with the bullying over his gap and to just talk to. And then finally one day it happened.

An announcement of a new Tmnt show was made.

And with it came auditions for the parts of the turtles.

Rise Mikey didn't hesitate to sign up, his brothers of course signing up as well as they too grew an interest in acting. It'd be during those auditions that Rise Mikey would get the surprise of his life when he realized that the people who would be overseeing the tryouts were none other than the 12 gang, now in their mid twenties who would decide on who would be the next ninja turtles. When Rise Mikey got the part he'd received one last letter from 12 Donnie, one that made him smile brightly with his gap showing for the whole world to see as he packed his bags to move with his family to be closer to the studio-

'Told you heroes have gaps in their teeth. Can't wait to see you and your brothers on set! -Your gap tooth pal, Dee.'

[blubushie]

also! 8, 23 and 28 for jesse i am quite invested :]

8: Do they collect anything? If so, what and why?

Allow me to give you an excerpt from the fic itself, sourced from chapter 9.

“That like a knickknacks box?” she asks, recalling the one she has in her room. It’s full of miscellaneous little things—lighters she’s swiped from her teammates, a pair of pocketknives and a screwdriver she’d been given by Liem, a few buttons and a Scout emblem patch that she’d never gotten around to sewing on her shirt because Jeremy doesn’t wear one so why should she? There’s a tooth or two she pulled out of her bat, a molar that flips open to reveal an empty little compartment inside, a splinter of bone she’d shoved in her pocket after a match, a few shiny coins that Yata had brought her in exchange for potato chips, some pretty feathers she’s found over the years, and in a tiny three-inch specimen jar is the bullet Suki had removed from her after Italy. But her most prized possession is the photo of her father, nothing more than her as a swaddled baby cradled in his arms. You can’t even see his face in the photograph—Ma had cut it out years ago, before she’d thrown the picture frame against the wall in a drunken rage and Jesse had fished the photograph from the shards of glass. “‘Cause I got one of those too,” she adds. “Keep it under my bed.”

Besides those, she also saves her movie ticket stubs, especially when they're the product of dates with Mundy. She writes little notes on the back about how the dates go and what all they did.

Additionally, though Jesse doesn't collect rocks, sometimes Mundy goes full corvid and sees a pretty rock and gives it to her so eventually she has a box full of multi-coloured pebbles.

23: How do they want to die?

It depends on when you ask her. Where we currently are in the fic, she wants to go out doing something really cool that she'll be remembered for. That changes as time (and life) goes on.

28: Are they a #gamer?

I strictly adhere to period-accuracy in this fic (except in Australia because extremely technologically advanced) so no, she's not a gamer in the video game sense. That said she loves bowling (even though her aim is terrible) and air hockey (her aim is much better with this). Something both she and Mundy are great at is ping pong and if they're at an arcade, you can definitely find them in the back either with Jesse watching Mundy absolutely obliterate some poor bastard in a game of darts or with Jesse and Mundy both playing ping pong together, and they play fast. It's almost violent watching them.

She's also really good at pinball machines, though!