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mar-iiposa · 1 year

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prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

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aezuria · 6 months

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hiii i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if u would do leo valdez x reader headcanons? ty!!!

*ੈ✎ keep your head still, i'll be your thrill

—all the small things, blink-182

content: leo valdez x reader

warnings: cursing again

librarian's annotations: the title has no connection to the hcs but it came up while i was writing this also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🙏🙏

super clingy i do not make the rules

oh you thought you were gonna get up and be productive?? not today!

fuck everyone else tbh

LOVEEES gossip sessions with u

hes so invested in all the drama u have

probably laying on his stomach and swinging his feet and gasping incredulously. "what!? no she did not..."

got very pouty that you did not invite him to the girls night bc he didnt want to "miss out on the tea" (lwk stealing from my own work oops)

who can blame him tbh

LOVE LOVES DANCING

loves teaching u too (even if u suck)

like imagine him holding your waist and moving you to the beat as you fumble along, his chest pressed up against your own

GOOD LORD

"forward, back, left- there you go," he murmured into your ear, looking down at your feet. you stepped on his shoes a lot more than you should've; did he ever think that his proximity was why you were messing up!?

"you suck at this, don't you?" he laughed, but twirled you around anyway.

"did you ever think you're just a shit teacher?"

"rude!"

also this man was born a star

can probably hit super high notes as if its nothing

ok so we all know how hes a genius right

oh my GOD imagine him explaining how his stuff works and using words you're sure don't even exist and he's so into it and he just sounds so SMART

intelligence is so attractive why does no one talk abt that

you wanted to watch him work on the engine, so you pulled up a stool next to him. you stared at his side, his tank top dirty with grease and sticky with sweat. how long had he been working since you got here?

you'd get mad at him for not taking a break later. right now? you were admiring the view. who wouldn't?

"hey leo?"

he hummed in response, still hyper-focused on the engine.

"how does all that work, exactly?" you were never one for machines—good thing you have a mechanic boyfriend!

he looks to you, a happy glimmer in his eyes. "you really wanna know? so basically— this part connects to that part and then..."

you don't know how long you've been zoned out, too busy staring at his perfect

"y/n?" he finally realizes you haven't been paying attention. "you with me, now?" he raises an eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"huh? what?" you straightened up, fumbling over your words. "yeah! why wouldn't i be?" you tried to act as if you weren't just ogling him seconds before.

"oh y'know.. cause you were checking me out." he winked, leaning back against the engine as he put himself on display. "i mean, you obviously couldn't help it. i mean, look at me!"

someone humble him

its not like he doesn't do the same tho

if he accidentally walks in on you he'd be like "oh my gods-! sorry!" and cover his eyes with his hands, but his fingers are parted so he could still look through. literally the 🫣 emoji

"GET OUT!"

"OKAY I'M GOING DON'T HIT ME- OW!"

he is SUPER ticklish and you WILL use this to your advantage

esp his ears

one time you touched them out of curiosity cause theyre pointer than average and he was like "eek!"

pause

"aww i didn't know you could make that sound!" you poked some more fun at him because that was adorable

"shut up!"

another time he's laying on you, ruining your plans of getting up early and being active. you tried rolling out from underneath him but his arms snake around you like a vice, squeezing a groan out of you.

"leo get off!" you tried shoving him off, but that didn't work either. he simply buried his face into your neck, mumbling a tired no.

you really had shit to do, so you resorted to the last possible tactic. "i didn't wanna have to do this..." you warned. (you so wanted to do this)

you slipped your hands under his shirt and started tickling his stomach, effectively getting him writhing off you with laughter.

"stop-! that tickles!" he tried doing the same back, but he was squirming far too much.

ok real talk now

love loves staying up late with you until its past midnight and you guys are just rambling about random topics. he's just so relaxed with you, his heart feels so full and there's no space anymore, so his bottled up emotions spill out

which is usually a closely-guarded secret because he's just the funny guy of the group, right?

what does he know about feelings? isn't it his job to just keep everyone else happy? joking about everything will take away the pain, won't it?

(it doesn't)

"i don't know, i just- feel like i don't really fit in with everyone. they all have these cool powers, and i'm just.. me." he laughed dryly, face devoid of his usual happiness as he stared at the ceiling. "sometimes, i feel like you could do so much better. but at the same time?" his voice lowered as he rolled onto his side, staring into your eyes. "i want to keep you to myself. i really, really don't want to lose you."

you were glad he finally opened up to you, but your heart ached at the way he thought of himself. how could he not see how highly everyone thought of him, especially you?

"just you? leo, you're the coolest person i know. you're so, so smart, you can fix just about anything, you're funny, you're kind, you can cook; what's not to love?" you smiled softly. you could go on and on about this man. for him to think that he was the lucky one? it was quite the opposite.

"and you don't have to worry," you whispered, cuddling closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i'll always be with you."

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muffinman1901 · 7 months

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CHARACTER HEADCANNONS!!!

Nico, Will, Percy, Leo, Hazel

Nico:

•Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, Autism, Dyslexia and Dyscalculia

•Uses mobility aids when his pain is really bad, along with compression clothes and braces

•Smells of Pomegranates, and also grows his own

•Wears hello kitty pyjamas

•Loves musicals and watches ‘Say yes to the dress’ religiously

•All of his clothes are covered in Mrs O’Learys fur

•Can braid, and loves to braid Hazel’s hair for her

Will:

•OCD, ADHD

•Always has plasters with him

•Has no spacial awareness anywhere except in the infirmary- constantly falls up/down stairs and walks into bannisters

•Literally smells like warmth

•Loves baking, but always ends up burning things by mistake

•Carries snacks in all his shorts pockets

•Has multiple TikTok accounts where he pops pimples and removes blackheads, etc

Percy:

•ADHD and Dyslexia

•Smells of sea salt at all times

•His eyes glow when he’s underwater and it’s dark

•Once broke his wrist in an arm wrestling contest with Jason

•Watches Bluey whenever he needs to study and it actually helps

•Has a cupboard full of blue food colouring/blue food

•Watches ‘Love Island’ and claims it’s only because his mum watches it, but he watches it purely for the drama

•A swim instructor in his free time

Leo:

•ADHD, Autism and Dyslexia

•Biggest swifty ever.

•Can learn instruments fast because his hands just work without him having to think about it

•Smells of hot sauce

•Does quizzes in his free time for fun

•Loves brushing Piper’s hair

•Organises a game night every week after hearing from Apollo that they have one on Mount Olympus

•Sneezes fire

Hazel:

•Dyscalculia and Dyspraxia

•Loves it when Nico braids her hair

•Smells of Dior perfume

•Normally doesn’t wear shoes because she likes being able to sense the minerals beneath her

•Her eyes literally sparkle, like gold dust

•Wears purple satin pyjamas

•Nico is her go-to gossip man, because he knows literally everything about everyone, but he can keep his mouth shut… Hazel can’t.

•Constantly falls over, and needs something to hold onto when going up/down stairs, so she really appreciates ramps and banisters

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #nico pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #autistic nico di angelo #will solace #leo pjo #leo valdez #solangelo #will pjo #percy jackson #percy pjo #hazel levesque #hazel pjo #pjo headcanon

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hiddencitydweller · 1 year

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Deep Waters

Pairing: Leo x GN!Reader

Angst with a happy ending!

Summary: You and Leo decide to take a trip to the beach, but things quickly go south when you are caught up in a riptide you can’t escape from.

Warnings: Drowning, riptides, near-death experience, mild cursing, slight innuendos

Word Count: 4.2K (this got away from me REAL fast lmao)

A/N: Hey and welcome to my first one-shot! Actually, welcome to my first fanfic in general! I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head and figured someone else might enjoy the pain I put this poor turtle through. Hope you enjoy! (I promise it’s a happy ending!)

As soon as the two of you made your way through the portal onto the sandy shore, the slider made a beeline for the water, and dragged you along with him. You squealed and giggled as you nearly tripped over your own feet in your haste to keep up with your boyfriend. When you finally reached the water, he let go of your hand and splashed in with so much force you found yourself covered in the spray. Squealing again from just how cold it is, you reached out to smack him for the sudden drenching, but he was already out of reach.

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The beach was your idea, but with how Leo commandeered the whole trip, you’d think he had come up with it all on his own.

You laughed and waded farther into the water, letting it reach midway to your thigh. You watched as Leo continued to swim and splash in the water. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you were unable to stop yourself from marveling at just how natural he looked in the water, how happy. The last few months had been difficult for everyone in your little turtle family. Healing from the devastation the Krang had left behind was nothing short of challenging, and even that word seemed too insignificant to cover all of the hardships and breakdowns you all weathered (and continued to work through). You fought back a shiver thinking of those strains, of everything you lost and the more you could have. It all made these moments, however small, that much more meaningful.

You had him, and he had you, and in this moment that was enough.

Unaware of your train of thought, Leo finally took a break from his splashing around to face you, a look of unadulterated joy and contentment gracing his usually tense features. Your smile widened as he smirked and made his way towards you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“And what are you doing all the way over here?” he asked, wrapping his wet arms around your waist, causing you to shiver against the cold.

“Oh you know me, just enjoying the view,” you replied with a smirk of your own, hands resting naturally on his plastron.

“I knew you were just into me for my looks,” he said as his smirk widened.

“Well it certainly wasn’t for your subtlety.”

He laughed as his hands tightened on your waist. “Oh I’ll show you subtlety.” You squealed as you felt yourself being lifted out of the water and thrown back in away from the shore. You splashed back to the surface with a gasp and pushed your now drenched hair back from your face, hearing Leo laughing all the while.

“Leo! I was trying to keep the salt out of my hair!” You crooned half-heartedly as you tried to ring the saltwater from your hair.

“You thought you were going to go to the beach with an aquatic turtle and not swim? Pft, I thought you would know better than that.” With a flick of his hand, Leo sent a small wave of water splashing into your face. You cried out, trying your best to protect your hair from the assault, but the attempt was futile. Oh is that how he wants to play this? With another cry, this time of determination and vengeance, you jumped on him, pushing him beneath the waves. The two of you grappled with one another, playful sending splashes into the other’s faces.

“Well sorry not all of us are literally born to be in the water!” You exclaimed after you’ve both calmed from your small battle. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself from floating too far from his warmth, and his hands found their way to naturally sit on your hips.

“Are you finally admitting that I’m better than you at something?” You rolled your eyes at the challenging spark in his gaze.

“Oh no no no, I never said that. Aquatic turtle or not, I’m sure I can match you stroke for stroke.” To emphasize your words, you released one of your hands from their hold around your boyfriend’s neck and lightly dragged a finger down his arm. You felt a shiver run through him that you were sure had nothing to do with the chill water now up to both of your shoulders. You fought to keep the victorious smile from your lips and maintained a look of innocent neutrality.

Leo’s hold on your hips tightened as he pulled you even closer, your bodies now flush together. “Care to test that theory?” he breathed, lips just inches from yours. A soft laugh escaped you, blowing a breath of hot air over his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned in.

But you weren’t going to let him win that easily.

“Sure,” you said, too loudly for the intimacy of the moment, as you gently pushed away. You laughed at the startled expression on your boyfriend’s face, his arms still out stretched to where you had been just seconds before. You could already hear the whine of him missing the feel of you in his arms, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss that same warmth. But you’d be damned if you let him get the better of you. “So how about a race? Last one to that buoy,” you pointed to a small floating figure a few yards away, “has to give the other one thing of their choosing.”

Upon hearing this, Leo’s dejected face lit up with mischief. “Anything of their choosing?” He asked, trademark smirk already back in place. God that mouth was going to be the death of you.

“Within reason,” you replied, the same mischief dancing in your eyes.

He made a face and looked to sky as if thinking long and hard about the proposition. “Okay, but you can’t whine and be a sore loser when I win,” Leo said as he drew his shoulders back and stretched his arms. You gently shook your head, knowing regardless of how this race ended you would be anything but a loser.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Faceman,” you scoffed, lining yourself up next to Leo to create a makeshift equal starting point. “Ready?” At his nod, you continued, “On my mark. Three, two...” before you finished the countdown, you took a large breath and dove into the water, making sure to create as big of a splash as possible as you vehemently kicked your legs. Hopefully the spray and slight head start would distract Leo just enough to give you a chance at reaching the buoy first.

You felt your heart racing as you kept pushing your arms and legs to move you forward in the water. If you weren’t underwater, you would’ve laughed at the burst of adrenaline you felt pulse through you. It had been so long since you felt such a surge of energy in a playful manner and not during a fight for your life. You relished in the feel of your body humming as you continued to push yourself towards the buoy and the tantalizing prize it held.

The salt of the ocean stung your eyes and turned everything around you into a blurry background. Luckily, you could still make out the faint shadow and shape of the buoy just a few feet ahead. With another frantic kick of your legs, you angled your body upwards, head breaking the surface of the water with a gasp as you take in some much needed oxygen. You treaded water for a moment as you gathered your bearings, praying you wouldn’t be met with the smug face of your favorite turtle in blue. Pushing your now thoroughly salt-infused hair out of your face (Oh April is going to have WORDS about your hair care later, you’re sure of it), you glanced around the buoy. A smirk found its way to your face as you noticed the only sign of him was the bubbles and ripples coming from where you came. You let out a “Whoop!” knowing you’d managed to best the turtle literally at his own game. Oh you are never going to let him live this one down!

Judging by the speed and movement of the bubbles and ripples heading your way, you guessed you had maybe thirty seconds before Leo reached you. Still riding high on the adrenaline of the game (and the fact that you actually won), you quickly maneuvered yourself to the other side of the large buoy, hiding and thinking of the best way to make a dramatic reveal that even Donnie would be envious of.

But that moment never came.

As you leaned back against the buoy, hands covering your mouth as you tried to contain your giggling, you suddenly felt your legs aggressively swept from under you. In a split second, your body was being quickly and roughly pulled back into the water by an impossibly strong current, farther from the shore and away from the buoy. Away from Leo.

You involuntarily let out a small yelp as you are suddenly dragged under the water, causing the air to leave your lungs and water to take its place. You frantically start to move your arms and kick your legs, trying to make your way back to the surface. But which way was the surface? The riptide, as you quickly realized it to be, had you pinned in its current, spinning and pulling you around so you no longer knew which way was up. You had no idea which direction the surface and the air you so desperately needed were. For all you knew, you could be pushing yourself further down into your own demise. With that realization, panic truly set in. The ripples of adrenaline that were so thrilling earlier now turned the blood in your veins to ice.

Your lungs burned as they fought for oxygen, and pretty soon you could no longer resist your body’s urge to take a breath. Sea water once again filled your mouth and your lungs, causing the burning to intensify. You couldn’t think, couldn’t call for help, couldn’t find a way out. This was it. You’d fought aliens and mutants for years, but this unrelenting force of nature is what was going to finally kill you.

As your vision began to grow dark, you thought of your life. All you had seen and done. Late night pizza and game nights with the turtles. Nights out on the town with April. And most of all, Leo. Cuddling with him on the couch. The small smile he saved for you and only you. The way he would grab you from behind and nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck when you weren’t looking. The two of you dancing around the kitchen as you laughed and your dinner inevitably burned on the stove.

You kept your thoughts focused on those blissful memories, those moments of happiness, as you finally succumbed to the dark.

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“On my mark. Three, two...” Leo was suddenly blinded as a large spray of water hit his face, causing him to sputter and frantically wipe at his eyes, even if his turtle biology meant he really didn’t need to. By the time he opened them again, he saw that you were already a few yards ahead.

“Hey that’s cheating!” he yelled with a laugh before diving in himself.

Splashing and playing around in the water had been amazing, but this? This was a completely different story. He could feel himself swiftly glide through the water as he swam with all his strength, unleashing his pent up tension on the now churning waves. His arms and legs burned slightly from the exertion, and he reveled in it. Reveled in the complete freedom he felt as he quickly chased after you.

Even from so many yards away, the bubbles caused by your frantic kicking obstructed his view of you. Anxiety at not being able to see you niggled at the back of his brain, but he pushed it down. You were here, right in front of him, with no one else around for miles. You were safe.

And beating his ass.

Leo put on another burst of speed, trying to think of any way he could gain an edge on the lead you had so unfairly taken. He already knew exactly what he was going to do with his prize, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let your underhanded start to the race derail his plans.

He thought back to the way you had looked after he had dunked you in the water, skin glittering in the dying light, lovely curves framed in the sunset reaching the horizon behind you. Your beaming smile (even as you berated him for the state of your hair) left him breathless in a way the pushing surf could never do on its own. You were the picture of perfection. He still couldn’t believe that after all these years you were his.

The smile his thoughts pulled to his face dropped an inch as he realized the bubbles leading to the buoy had stopped, meaning you had made it to the finish line. Damn it! He resigned himself to the gloating you were sure to subject him to as he angled himself towards the surface.

“Okay there’s no way that counts! You so cheated at the beginning!” Leo was already exclaiming as his head broke the surface of the water. He looked around, his feigned exasperation turning into confusion when he wasn’t met with your bragging smirk. You had beaten him, hadn’t you? Surely he hadn’t bypassed you without knowing it. He looked back the way you both had come, but sure enough there were no ripples, bubbles, or you to be found.

“Y/N?” he said, anxiety again starting to pull at the back of his mind. He took a deep breath. Surely you were just wanting to rile him up for a grand reveal, or maybe you wanted to jump out and scare him. With this thought in mind, he edged around the buoy to see if maybe you were hiding there, but the other side remained empty as well. Swimming closer, he felt a slight tug and surge of water around his legs, the remnants of what must have been a strong current now fading away. A strong current...

Leo felt his heart seize as he looked past the buoy and into the vast open water beyond. He remembered his father’s warnings about riptides and the immense power and danger they possess. Leo himself had never really been afraid of them, after all he was predisposed to be a natural in the water. But you on the other hand...

He dove back into the water, steering himself in the direction of the current. His mind was spinning with dread as he pushed his arms and legs hard and fast. How long ago had the riptide taken you? What if it had changed directions? What if it had dragged you even further down? What if he couldn’t find you? What if, if he did, it was too late?

He shook off the thoughts with a growl, even as his chest tightened in panic. No, he would find you. After all you had been through together, all the plans you still had yet to do, there was no other option. He frantically scanned the water ahead of him, double checking every bubble and varied flicker of light, straining for any sight of your bright blue swimsuit. The very ocean and sun above seemed to be mocking him with short glimpses that turned out to just be tricks of the light. Leo’s muscles burned, but he kept going, kept scanning, kept trying to calm the racing of his heart and the panic seizing every ounce of common sense he had left, until suddenly, there!

Just a few yards ahead, you were suspended in the water, limbs floating aimlessly above you, any fight you had clearly depleted. The bright blue of your swim suit shown against your skin like a beacon, and Leo made a beeline towards it. Just as he was a few feet away, arms outstretched towards you, he saw your eyes shutter and fall closed as the tension in your body seemed to leak out.

No, no no No NO NO NO! Leo wanted to scream, to cry, to beg you to hold on just a little longer. With another frantic kick, he reached you, arms encircling your now limp form, immediately angling his body upwards. He kicked and twisted his core until the two of you finally broke the surface, him gasping for air and you bone-chillingly silent in his arms.

“Y/N? Y/N?! Come on, please wake up, I’ve got you,” Leo looked down at you in his arms, one hand coming up to press against your face as he pleaded with you to just open your eyes and end this nightmare. But nothing changed. Your eyes remained resolutely shut, and your chest stayed still.

As the family medic, Leo was well-versed in CPR, but to do it in the middle of open water was out of even his abilities, and he knew it. He looked back to the shore. The riptide had dragged you about a half a mile away, well past the buoy and safe waters the two of you had enjoyed mere minutes ago. He had to get there, had to get you on land if he had even a chance at saving you.

“Hold on Y/N, I’ve got you, just please hold on,” his voice broke, but he looked determinedly back at the shore. Clutching you to his chest with one arm, he fought with all he had against the still fading current. He kicked his legs and surged the arm not holding you forward and back, trying desperately to keep your head above water. Leo watched as the shore slowly, too slowly, got closer and closer. His mind reeled with panic as he silently begged with the universe or anyone that would listen to get you both to the shore in time, to let your eyes open.

Finally, Leo reached the shallows of the beach. He planted his feet on the ocean floor and lifted you bridal style in his arms as he continued his race to the shore. He nearly fell, his body jarring as it shifted from the relative fluidity of the water to the harsh gravitational pull of solid land. He felt himself pitch forward, but managed to keep both of you upright on his shaky legs. As he ran, you stayed limp in his arms, head lolling back and arms dangling to the sides. Leo whimpered at the sight and pushed on until he finally made it the dry sand.

Immediately, he laid you on the ground and started doing chest compressions. His limbs were shaking both from the overexertion and the panic coursing through them, but he continued to apply rhythmic pressure, never faltering in the beat. After a few seconds, he lifted his face and shaky hand to yours, plugging your nose as he forced air back into your lungs. He couldn’t help the shiver of absolute dread as he felt just how cold and unmoving your usually plush and warm lips were against his own.

He pulled back and continued the cycle again, his movements and breathing becoming more and more frantic as time went on. “Please, please wake up. I can’t-” he choked back a sob, tears already flowing freely down his face. This was actually happening. He was losing you. He wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough. All those plans for the future had been ripped away and thrown into the deep waters. He was on his fourth cycle of chest compressions now, putting what little strength his adrenaline and panic would give him into the action. “Please mi amor, please, please, please,” he was too exhausted, too panicked to do anything but beg as he threw everything he had into saving you.

He looked down at your still expressionless face as he shifted his hand up to cup your jaw, a sob finally escaping his own lips. He brushed his thumb against your cool cheek before raising his hand back up to plug your nose so he could again try to breathe life back into you. As he angled his face downwards, your chest heaved and water gurgled from your mouth. Hope flaring, Leo quickly brought himself back upright and tilted you on your side, gently patting and then rubbing your back as you coughed and heaved sea water onto the beach.

After what felt like an eternity, water stopped pouring from your mouth and you were able to draw in a much-need, if shaky, breath. You heard a voice cooing at you from above, telling you to breathe, that you were okay, that you were safe. You latched onto the voice, even though you couldn’t see its owner. Breathe, okay, safe. You followed the voice, breathing in as much air as your battered lungs would allow. You stared at the infinite shore ahead of you as it all came rushing back. The race, the riptide, the endless pushing and pulling you down, down, down. Your shoulders shook as you struggled to draw in breath again. You had drowned. You had been dragged deep into the waters, never to see your family again, never to see Leo again. But here you were, on the shore, out of the water’s devilish grasp. The voice continued its mantra, and you felt soothing circles being rubbed into your back. That voice. You’d know it anywhere, how could you not?

You shifted your weight so that you laid on your back and no longer stared at the expanse of water. You looked up, and there he was, tears still streaking down his face as his eyes scanned yours and landed on your gaze. For a moment you both just looked at each other, the only sounds being your grating breaths and the crashing of the ocean behind you. He was here. Despite the water’s attempts, you were here, looking into his beautiful, heartbroken face. The terror was still there, but hope surged in his eyes as he continued to look at you, still silent for once, almost as if not wanting to disrupt the dream.

Not breaking eye contact, you reached up a shaky hand and cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing away some of the tears. He immediately leaned into the touch, a shuttering breath ripping out of him. “Oh Leo,” you managed to croak.

That seemed to break the trance. The tears renewed their freefall as Leo’s face crumbled. He pulled you into his arms until you were sitting in his lap and crushed you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he buried his face in the crook of yours, letting out shuttering sobs that broke your heart. As he had done for you earlier, you whispered comfort into his ears, saying you were all right, that you were here. You felt your own eyes misting over as he desperately clutched to you, still shaking with emotion.

You stayed like that for a long time, Leo’s sobs slowly quieting and his shaking lessening. Finally, he pulled back just enough to see your face, which was now wet with your own tears. Ever so gently, he lifted his hand to trail his fingers along your face, wiping away the wetness he found there. Closing his eyes, he pressed your foreheads together. “I thought I’d lost you,” his whispered, a single tear escaping his closed lids.

Your chest ached at the utter agony that laced those few words. You couldn’t imagine what he had just gone through, seeing you so unresponsive, dragging you to shore. If the roles had been reversed... You shuddered at the thought.

“I know love, I know. But I’m here, thanks to you.” You kept your hands interlocked around his neck, needing to keep him close. “It’ll take a lot more than a little water to take me away from you,” you reassured with a watery smile. At that he pulled slightly away and locked his gaze with yours. You sucked in a breath at the pain in his eyes.

Dragging your hands from his neck to his cheeks, you pulled his mouth towards you, sealing your declaration with a kiss. You felt him melt into the contact as his hands found your waist and pulled you that much closer to him. The kiss was soft, desperately slow, as if you were both trying to memorize the way the other moved and felt. Finally pulling away for breath, you rose your eyes to his, as you both finally relaxed into the comfortable silence.

“You know, even though I definitely won the race, I think I’ll give you the prize,” you said cheekily. You smiled as you were rewarded with a soft chuckle from Leo.

“You better, especially after you cheated to begin with,” he snarked back, lightly pinching your waist, causing you to squirm in his lap.

“And what does my hero wish to receive as his reward?”

His gaze softened, once again pulling you close. “Stay with me,” he whispered.

You felt yourself melt under the weight of his words. “Always.”

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fluffypandabun · 3 months

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HELLO PANDA!! I'm not kidding at all when I say your rottmnt fics have infected my brain in the best way possible,

I literally think your rottmnt tkl fics might be the best ones I've ever read out of all the ones on here I'm SO serious, I ADORE your ones with leo and casey!!

SO. I saw requests were SEMI open, so if you'd like to, I'd love to see another fic with lee or switch casey, and ler leo!!:3 I just LOVE the way you write their dynamic!! The story is all up to you, but I'd love more fics to rot the rest of my brainz/pos 💥

AN: Hiiiiiiii JAMIE!!!!! Thank you sm for your kind words they mean so much and are actually what motivated me to come back when i received this ask during my hiatus! This fic took forever im sorry but I hope you enjoy it!!

Bad Spot

When Casey was younger one of his favorite things was an old tattered copy of a book, half its pages were falling out and parts of it were so water damaged you couldn’t make out the words, but regardless Casey loved it anyways. Always begging one of his uncles or aunt to read it to him, filling in the blanks the missing pages left with his own imagination.

He’d lost the book when part of their base caught fire, his precious book burnt to a crisp in the flames. Casey had cried for days, selfish of him maybe as others had loss far more in that fire, but he had been a young child with very few things to call his own living in a world that took far more then it gave, he was allowed to be a little selfish.

Overtime he’d forgotten about the book, things of more importance taking the top spot in his mind, however just a few days ago during one of his surface trips with the turtles, a familiar red book cover caught his eye.

It was a far cry from his beat up and damaged copy, its cover and pages pristine and untouched like many of the things in the past seemed to be, but as he ran his fingers over the covers it felt as familiar as his own.

He had bounded up to Raph, the eldest trying to coax Mikey down from the top of a fountain, eyes a glow as he talked faster then the turtle could keep up, eventually getting what the human meant as he glanced down to the book in his hand, a fond bemusement in his eyes as he spoke;

“Oh you want that book? Sure thing little man…But wouldn’t you rather have the first book of the series instead of the third?”

And with his mouth agape, Casey looked up at the larger turtle like he’d just told him that he’d won the lottery.

“There's more then ONE!?”

So that's where Casey found himself now, already through with the first book of the series and nearly half-way through the second. Sitting cross-legged on the couch with the book spread open on his lap, the lair was quiet aside from the muffled sound of metal on metal coming from Donnie's lab and Raphs rumbling snores from where he napped across the lair in his bedroom.

Casey was thankful for the quiet, don’t get him wrong he enjoyed how lived in the lair could sound at times, but as much as he loved the turtles noisiness sometimes it could be a bit much for someone who grew in a dead silent world where making the wrong sound at the wrong time could lead to your whole squad getting killed.

So the teen chose to enjoy the silence while it lasted, which of course meant it didn’t last for much longer.

“Woooow Case, already finished with the first book? And i thought the lair was only big enough for ONE nerd.”

Casey let out a long sigh, silence now thoroughly shattered he lowered his book back down to his lap and looked over to his right.

Leo was there, leant against the doorway of the living room part of the lair; eyes half lidded and a lazy grin that spelled mischief splayed across his muzzle.

“Hello Leo”.

The turtles grin only got wider at Caseys already “done with your shit” tone. Pushing himself off the couch he casually sauntered over as if he owned the place, which technically, he partially did.

“So,” he began, making his way over to stand at the back of the couch, arms resting far apart on it as he leant forward towards Caseys personal space.

“Hows the reading going?”

Casey rolled his eyes, giving Leos face a playful push away “Did you have to pick me to mess with today Leo? Im trying to read.”

The turtle let out of a scoff, leaning back into Caseys space. “Whaaaaat? Me? Mess with you? Psh!”

The turtle let out a dramatic noise of offense, putting a hand over his chest. The dramatics drew a slight giggle out of Casey, which only seemed the fuel the turtle more.

“IIIIII came out here to spend some time with one of my favorite humans, the other being April of course, but if I’m not wanted then I shall go. Good day sir!”

The turtle turned on his heel to leave when Casey felt a tug in his chest.

“Wait!”

Leo paused immediately, turning and facing Casey with a bemused expression at his tone of voice, Casey felt his ears go red at his own overreaction and he cleared his throat.

“Uh well, you can stay you don’t have to leave. I wouldn't mind the company”

Leo stared at him for a bit before his gaze softened to show he was being serious. “Well of course, who wouldn’t want my company?l”

The turtle sauntered back over and resumed his position leant over the back of the couch so he could read over Caseys shoulder. The human gave him a smile before he turned and went back to his reading.

For a good moment it was quiet, a peaceful sort of silence between the two of them, Casey thought it was nice. After a moment longer he even began to relax, eyes half lidded and more so lazily skimming the pages then reading in depth like he'd been doing before.

He was close to drifting off when suddenly he felt a gentle breath of air hit the back of his neck, sending a ticklish shock all the way down his spine causing him to hunch his shoulders and squeak.

With a glare he whipped around to look at the accomplice, but Leo just gave him a lazy half grin, head resting on his arms.

"Sorry Case, my bad" He hummed, not sounding sorry at all.

The teen started at him for a second later before he shook his head with a huff, cheeks flushed, and turned back to reading. He figured he'd give the turtle the benefit of the doubt in that it had been just an accident.

This of course was a stupid idea, for not even two seconds later he felt another breath of air on his neck, this time it cause him to giggle lightly.

"Leheo!" He hissed, whipping around to face the laughing turtle.

"Whahaht? Im not even touching you!"

"You know what your doing! Now quit it!"

"Quit what? Quit doing this?" quick as a flash the turtle leaned forward to bury his face in the side of Casey's neck, blowing a quick raspberry and causing Casey to Shriek.

"LEHEO!"

Pulling away the turtle bust into laughter, shaking his head "God Cass you are so funny."

Face now fully red the human scowled, shoulders now hiked all the way up to his ears. "Why do you guys always have to do that" he whined.

Leo just grinned at him, wiggling his fingers "That's what happens when everybody knows your bad spot~" he crooned, cackling when Casey's face went even redder

It was no secret to the rest of the Hamato clan that Casey's neck and ears were deathly ticklish, by far his worst spot; something everyone (especially Leo) loved to tease him about.

It had been just the same back in the future, with his sensei and uncles and aunt all teasing him with raspberries and scribbles under the chin. Leonardo had been the worst about it back then too, so much so that Master Michelangelo had taught him how to get the turtle back and-

Wait......

Casey couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his lips, because he had just remembered something very important about Leonardo, and in this case, Leo as well.

Said turtle noticed his change of expression and wiped the mirth from his eyes, cocking his head to the side "Whats got you smiling like that?"

Caseys grin simply widened. "Oh nothing, just remembered something is all."

Leo gave him a weird look. "Remembered what?"

"Oh just.....this!"

With that Casey lunged forward, grabbing onto Leos shoulders and flipping him straight over the couch and into his lap, the two of them wrestled for a moment, laughing, but while Leo had strength Casey had surprise and very key knowledge he had just remembered. So he wasted no time in lunging forward and digging his fingers into the backs of Leos legs.

Immediately the turtle let out a screamed that descended into wild laughter, practically flopping over and thrashing back and forth as he kicked out his leg.

"NYAHAHAHAH! CASEHEHEY!"

Said teenage human let out a giggle, trapping Leos leg under his knees so he could better poke and prod at the turtles muscled thighs.

"Hehe Yeah Leo?"

Leo practically squealed, drawing more peels of laughter from Casey. His arms flailed about as if unsure of what to do with themselves, Casey having to dodge a few swaps at himself.

"C-CasEY I-Iihihihihim goohohohona g-get you for thihhIHIHIHIIS-"

The turtles threat was caught off when Casey began to scribble his fingers into the hollows of the back of his knees, head thrown back and mouth opened in a wide genuine smile Leo howled with laughter.

His body shook with the force of it, his shoulders jumping as he hiccuped and at one point even snorted, which caused Casey to laugh himself at the silly noise.

"Man Leo, must suck having someone know about your weak spot huh~" Casey teased, squeezing gently at the turtles kneecaps.

"C-Cass Pleashehehese!" Leo hiccuped in between his squeaks and squeals of laughter, giggling to himself the teen finally decided to show mercy.

"Okay Okay Ill stop." He chuckled, pulling his hands away and sliding off the couch. He sat on his knees and watched the turtle flop over onto his back on the couch, arm thrown over his face like a fainted Victorian women as he groaned.

He sluggishly turned his head to face Casey and, with weak movements like he was dying, flipped him off.

It caught the human so off guard that he burst into laughter, prompting Leo to glare at him with a smirk barely tugging at his lips.

"Y-You think that's funny? Oh ill show you funny-Come here!"

Before Casey could even begin an apology Leo had lunged forward and grabbed him, immediately burying his face into Casey's neck and blowing a massive raspberry.

Casey screeched before he burst into loud happy laughter, hair getting even messier by the second as he shook his head back and forth to try and get away from the ticklish feeling.

"NOHOHOHO LEHEHEO!"

The turtle said nothing, simply lowering his hands down to Casey's sides and rapidly squeezing up and down.

Ah, so Leo was trying to kill him.

"L-LeheheOHOHOHO! Im Im sorheheheheHEHEHEEEEEE!"

"Tell it to the judge Mister!" Leo grinned, pulling away to blow a quick playful raspberry against Caseys' cheek.

"LEHEHEHEHO!"

"Sorry, I cant hear you over how loud your laughing~"

Casey ended up not get much reading done, his book laying abandoned on the floor, but that was okay. He have plenty of time to read in the future.

Plenty of time.

#pandabuns posts #pandabun asks #pandabuns fic #pandabun requests #rottmnt tickle #ticklish! casey #ticklish! leo #tickle fic

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jae-birde · 10 months

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This was supposed to come out weeks ago, but I got stuck in the editing process and then I got sick… so yeah, this took a while. But now it's done!

This is also cross-posted on AO3 here.

This fic is dedicated to both @somerandomdudelmao and @tapakah0, both of whom are incredibly talented and huge inspirations to me, both in terms of writing and in drawing, so thank you both so much.

Anyways, spoilers up to chapter 16 of Cass' Apocalypse series.

Donnie was standing in the middle of a crowd.

It was safe to say that he was very much not used to being surrounded by such crowds, even in the Resistance. He was never the one that everyone would crowd around; that was always Leo or Raph or Mikey or April or… literally anyone but him. Even considering that, and even thinking about the few times people did crowd around him, there was something very different about this one. Something off.

He looked around. He could tell that they were talking — their mouths were moving, and sound was certainly coming out — but it was indecipherable, and none of the people had a distinct form, which was quickly beginning to become very unnerving.

Donnie looked around, and a tug in his gut had him scanning the crowd for his brothers.

"Mikey?" He called out. "Leo! Where the fuck are… you…?" Donnie trailed off, frozen at the sight of the pink veins covering his hand. His hands, actually.

"What…?" His mind was suddenly thrust backwards — or was it forwards? — in time, remembering when he'd first seen signs of the infection.

The infection.

"No! No, no, no, no, no…" Donnie couldn't help the desperation in his tone, his horror growing as he watched and felt the infection creeping through his veins, killing him all over again. Only this time, it didn't give him the mercy of time, the pain instead seeming to flood his senses. He sucked in a sharp breath and felt it get caught in his throat. He felt the way the virus weakened him, sapping his strength like poison as it happened all over again. He closed his eyes at the wave of pain that crashed over him, a sick feeling settling in his gut.

His legs gave away, and he dropped to the ground with a groan, one hand out to catch his fall, the other wrapping around his stomach as a pain shot through it. The pink was all over him now; he could see it. It seeped into the ground around him, trying to pull him down with it. He opened his eyes, looking up at the crowd desperately.

"Please— I—" Donnie stopped, staring at the crowd around him.

They all stared back.

"Why are you…?" He trailed off, looking around, hoping to see any sign of someone moving to help.

No one moved.

"…Just looking…?"

The crowd hovered around him, indistinct forms still murmuring incomprehensible words. The pink of the virus encompassed him, and he felt himself growing weaker with every second, pain wracking his body as he sunk lower onto the ground.

"You're already dead," one voice said, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.

They're the first words he heard that weren't his own since he found himself in this crowd, and they made it feel as if the world was crashing down on him.

"What's the point?" Another asked, voice void of emotion as it echoed around him.

Donnie stared at them, uncomprehending. "But… I'm not?" He tried to push himself up, but his arms trembled and gave out under him, and he collapsed again, strength weakening by the second.

"Not… yet… Donnie closed his eyes, tears stinging at them as he lay there, forcing himself to take breath after shuddery breath.

This poison had practically consumed him. It had sapped away his strength until he could barely move.

And he didn't particularly want to.

The crowd's murmuring had silenced, but he could still feel their presence around him, their forms towering over his prone one.

Donnie couldn't open his eyes. He felt a tear track down his face as he lay still, letting the pain, cold, and exhaustion wash over him and sweep him away. He couldn't do anything now. He was overwhelmed by the pain and misery caused by the infection. There wasn't anything that could be done at this point anyway; he was too far gone. There was an insistent tug around him, pulling him into the ground.

You are dead after all, a voice whispered in Donnie's mind. It's just bringing you to where you belong.

And Donnie didn't have the strength to fight it anymore.

But then he didn't have to.

He was being carried. It was a familiar enough feeling to him, his brothers and sister all having done it at one point or another for him, but this hold was different. Familiar in a way that he was clinging to, even before he realized who it was. And then, all at once, Donnie recognized who it was.

Leo.

Donnie nearly cried at feeling his brother's arms holding him again; he would recognize his twin's hold anywhere. He felt safe in his brother's arms in a way he hadn't felt for a long time. He knew that Leo would keep him safe. Donnie felt himself go slack in Leo's arms before he felt a gentle weight on his head and cracked his eyes open.

And there was Mikey, floating just in front of him, dark hair obscuring most of his face, but his little brother's sad smile was visible.

There was a glow around Mikey, a pale orange that was nearly white, that seemed to emanate from him in an aura. There was soothing warmth pouring from Mikey's touch that chased away the freezing cold of the Krang infection, and Donnie felt himself leaning into the sweet, blessed relief, despite the memories poking at his consciousness, whispering in his ear that it wouldn't help. Mikey had tried everything he could before; all it ever did was leave Mikey more tired than before. It wasn't worth it. Donnie didn't want his brother to feel that not when he'd just found him again.

"You know… that won't really help…?" Donnie trailed off despite himself, lost in an odd mix of pain and relief as the warmth of Mikey's mystic powers seeped through his veins, chasing away the cold of the virus in a way that Donnie had never felt before.

"Hm… yes." Leo mused, and Donnie felt a stab to his heart from hearing his brother's voice for the first time since he died.

Mikey's hand glowed brighter, and Donnie felt the mystics wash over his body. The pink that had nearly covered his hand turned white, and Donnie reached for his brother, desperate to hold onto Mikey's hand while he still could.

"Yes," Mikey continued, taking Donnie's hand in his own and squeezing tightly, his other hand gently holding the side of Donnie's face.

Donnie felt Leo gently rub his shell, and he relaxed further into his brother's hold, smiling up at Mikey, tears in his eyes.

"We do," Mikey concluded, the glow from his hands growing brighter before Donnie was left blinking from the brightness of it.

And suddenly, he wasn't looking at his brother anymore. He wasn't being carried.

His eyes shot fully open, and he sat up, eyes darting around his desk as he remembered where — and when — he was. Coffee mugs were grouped to the side, and paper notes were scattered across the desk's surface. Glowing purple screens were the only thing illuminating the otherwise empty room.

Donnie straightened up, rubbing at his eyes before dragging his hand down his face as his posture slumped. Mikey and Leo were still out there.

He looked up at his screens.

He just needed to find them.

Besides. Death was fixable after all.

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autumn816 · 5 months

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Those George pictures did something so of course I had to write. Enjoy 1.3k of uncles/dads gewis. I guess a little sequel to this.

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“Do you really have a baby in your tummy?”

George lets Leo poke him in the stomach a few more times before intercepting his hands and keeping them between his own hands. His baby bump isn’t too big yet. It’s still showing a little but he can easily cover it up with loose clothes. He is only 17 weeks in.

“Yeah. I do.”

“So, I’m getting a cousin?”

“You are.”

“This is your fault.” Leo crosses his arms, looking at Lewis with accusing eyes.

“My fault?” The corners of Lewis’ lips twitch in amusement. “How?”

“I don’t know. You must have done something to Uncle George. You can’t come near him anymore. I won’t let you.”

Oh, Lewis has done something to him, alright.

“Yeah, I did do something to Uncle George. We—”

“Finish the sentence and you and the sofa will be best mates for the next few months.”

Lewis has practically shifted into his home. He wasn’t lying to George when he said that whatever they do, they do it together. That George won’t be alone. He just didn’t expect it to this extent, in a whole literal sense where sometimes George can’t even go to the toilet without as much as telling Lewis where he is going. George gets it. The anxiety of a first child but George can do with some freedom.

It’s also confusing. He doesn’t know where he stands with Lewis. If they are still doing the whole fake dating thing since they didn’t actually go with their fake break-up or are they actually together now. The things they have done in the past few months are messing with George’s brain about what the status of their relationship is.

“I wasn’t actually gonna tell him. Who do you think I am?”

“I can tell him.” Milly lifts her head from George’s shoulder. A grin on her face. “So what happens is—”

“Milly.”

Her grin widens. “It’s an educational lesson.”

“Tell me.”

“No,” George denies. “You need to go take a bath.”

“Tell me first.”

“Bath or we aren’t going out for ice cream.” George gives his nephew an ultimatum. Or threatens with an ultimatum, more like.

“That’s not nice, Uncle G.” Leo huffs. “At least tell me if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t know yet,” George says. His ultrasound is next week. They’ll find out then.

“I hope it’s a boy,” Milly says.

“No,” Leo argues. “A girl. So I can be the only boy. Three girls and one boy.”

“It’s gonna be a boy.”

Leo doesn’t take the bait. “Fine. As long as we get another playing buddy.”

“You will but right now, go shower,” George repeats.

“I don’t want to.” Leo turns to Lewis, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Can you tell Uncle G that I don’t need to take a bath?”

Lewis’ eyes land on him. George only raises an eyebrow, daring Lewis to say something other than no.

Lewis ruffles Leo’s hair. “Sorry, kiddo. You gotta take your bath.”

“Wow. One look from Uncle George is all it took,” Milly teases. “I expected better from you.”

“What can I say? I’m smart enough to pick my battles.” Lewis jumps in on the joke.

“He can be scary.” Leo joins in as well.

George rolls his eyes. “Alright, give it a rest.”

The three burst out laughing and high-fived each other.

Watching Lewis get along with his niece and nephew fills him with warmth. Yeah, it’s certainly confirmed and undeniable now.

George is in love with Lewis.

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4 years later.

“There’s a baby in there?”

Hayden pats and rubs his tiny hands on George’s stomach, his eyes widening with curiosity. George is filled with deja vu from the time Leo asked the same question.

“Yeah, there’s a baby in here.”

“How?”

George glances at Lewis but his boyfriend is too busy picking up things scattered in the room or pretending to. He is 90% sure Lewis is listening to them. For as brave and as courageous Lewis is, he always leaves George to explain the hard parts.

“It’s just how it happens.” George tries to be as vague as possible.

“Why?”

“It’s what it is. So you’re going to have either two sisters or two brothers or one sister and one brother.”

George just had his ultrasound yesterday and they found out he is having twins this time.

“Why?”

Hayden is at the stage where “why” is his favourite word. Nothing can be answered without a “why” accompanying it right after.

“That’s just how it is, baby.” George runs his hand through Hayden’s hair. He needs to get him a haircut.

“I’m guessing two girls,” Willow chimes in. She is sitting on the floor with Milly, both of them taking turns to put nail polish on each other. Milly is currently putting Rosy Future on Willow’s fingernails. Yes, Rosy Future. He made the mistake of calling it pink earlier. Never again.

“I say two girls too,” Milly agrees.

“What about you, Sir Uncle?” Willow asks Lewis.

Lewis shrugs his shoulders. George was right. Lewis was listening in. “It could be anything.”

“Oh, come on, Uncle Lew,” Milly groans. “Just pick something.”

George doesn’t really remember when Milly and Leo took up to call Lewis Uncle Lewis or Uncle Lew but somewhere along the four years they had.

“I’ll go with a girl and a boy.”

“What about you, Hay?”

Hayden doesn’t pay attention. He is too busy rubbing his hand over George’s stomach. Too fascinated with the concept of having babies in his dad’s stomach.

George catches Lewis’ eyes from across the room, both of them smiling before looking fondly at their son. Everyone had wondered who Hayden would take more after: George or Lewis. He is a perfect combination of both. Looks and personality wise.

“Kai, Leo, did you get ready?” Lewis shouts so he can be heard in the next room.

“Two minutes,” Kai says. “The episode is almost about to finish.”

Lewis walks to the doorway that connects their room to Hayden’s room, popping his face over the frame. Kaiden and Leo are on their stomachs, the iPad supported by the bed’s headboard. “You said that ten minutes ago. Did you start a new episode?”

“No!” Both Kaiden and Leo exclaim at the same time. Lewis knows a lie when he hears one.

“Benjy is gonna be here in 15 minutes,” Lewis says. “Let’s go. Start getting ready.”

“Dad’s always late,” Leo argues. “It’s fine. We’ll be ready on time.”

George presses his lips in a thin line when he hears it. “Two minutes and I should have the iPad in my hands.”

“Okay.”

The next ten minutes are filled with chaos. Leo and Kaiden rush to get ready while Milly and Willow do a final check to see if they have everything they want.

The whole time Hayden doesn’t move from where he is sitting on George’s thighs, his head laying on the baby bump when he suddenly gasps. “Papa, was I in there?”

George thought the conversation had ended. “You were.”

“How did I come out?”

Yeah, he wants the conversation to end. He doesn’t want to explain the logistics of childbirth to his three year-old.

“Okay.” Lewis walks in the room again at the right time. He scoops Hayden into his arms, causing their son to giggle. “Let’s get you to wear your shoes and your jacket. We don’t want to make Uncle Benjy wait when he’s here. Say bye to Papa.”

Lewis bends down so Hayden can hug and kiss George on the cheek. “Buh-bye, Papa. I love you.”

George kisses Hayden on the cheek back. “I love you, too. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

It’s only for a few hours. Hayden will be back soon enough. But since he has become a dad, even a minute away from his son seems like too much sometimes. It’s fine. Just a few hours, George reminds himself.

“I’ll be right back.” Lewis steals a kiss from George before walking out of the room.

Hayden waves over Lewis’ shoulder. George waves back.

A smile dances on George’s lips. This is the happiest he has ever been.

#i have been writing so much parents gewis but it’s okay #this is very unedited and written in 20 minutes so don’t judge #gewis #tw mpreg

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firefly--bright · 1 year

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Heaven

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader. modern au!

warnings : none!

a/n : i know I promised chapters of belonging and the new girl fic but. i have no excuse i started college and have been SO busy between socialising like a Normal Human Being and assignments I literally have no time but I heard this one (1) song from mitski's new album and yeah. that's it. thats all. maybe the real fics were the mitski songs we heard along the way. i hope you guys enjoyed this!

inspired by this song by mitski!

taglist : @holding-infinity-and-a-book @mrsnobodynobody

masterlist is in pinned post! ✿ taglist is open! ✿ requests for jean kirstein and Reiner Braun are open! ✿

"so what you're saying is you'd rather kill a man with your bare hands than-"

"no! that's what you heard. i simply said something that's completely up to interpretation," you say, laughing. Jean's own laughter rings out in your bedroom, his presence creating a dip in your mattress.

"totally not what you were saying," he argues, still with a smile laced into his tone. you heard it, even if you were mockingly rolling your eyes.

"im simply the artist, jean, you can percieve what I said in any way. not my fault-" you say, cutting yourself short with a laugh as he scoffed loudly, "not my fault you want to see it in a negative light."

"yeah, yeah, you and your words. you're gaslighting me right now, I hope you know." he says, crossing his arms infront of his chest. you laugh softly again, shaking your head.

"oh, look who's using his big words now."

he laughs at that, and you swear your heart almost gives out. making people laugh is an achievement in your own terms, but somehow, making jean laugh sounds prettier. it sounds beautiful, a sound meant only for your ears to listen to. he doesn't cover his mouth when he laughs, unashamed of laughing at your jokes, his shoulders shaking with the weightlessness of being with you.

there was a low warmth in your room. between the illumination of your soft orange desk lamp and Jean's imperial warmth beside you - your belly felt full and aching with laughter. you supposed thats how you always felt with him, full and light and aching just a little - enough for you to appreciate it. jean wipes the corner of his eye with his index finger, an action you take as a win. you hoped his own belly ached as much as yours did. if he didn't love you back, atleast he'd be in the same boat as you, and maybe that would be better than being in love with you. less of a liability, more of a space, the same weightlessness.

the end of his laughter forces a pause in your conversation-turned-banter. and for the first time, you didn't feel the need to fill in the spaces. the large gaps were already filled with concrete - the comfortability of each other. maybe that was better than being in love with you, less of a trap, more of an understanding.

you lay your head on his shoulder with a small smile still on your face. he lets you, as if your warmth was meant to entangle with his own, as if his heat was less of a home to him than yours was. he inhales, something you can feel, before he starts his sentence. his arms are still crossed over his chest, his hands laying on his biceps, his thumb doing the small and endearing thing it does; stretching away from his palm, almost towards you, like he's reaching out, fidgeting. his thumb taps on his bicep before he starts speaking. you close your eyes, content.

"yknow, when I was small, like 5 yeard old, I wanna say? my mom would have to pry me away from the neighbour's dog. his name was leo-" you stifle a laugh at that. all dogs are named Leo, somehow, you want to say, but you let him continue. "and he was this mixed breed little guy. a beaglier, and he would always wag his tail when he saw me. i didn't," he says, pausing a little, and you can almost visualise how he's talking as if you aren't sitting side by side but facing him entirely. it's a pause of quiet acceptance, "i didn't have that many good friends, if any, so I would cry everytime my mom told me to go play with the other guys. but as soon as I saw Leo my day would be better. i loved that dog. even before moving away for college, i knew i'd miss him more than any of the people I was friends with." you lace your fidgeting hand with his. they're warm and calloused and accepting, almost eagerly. and then he's quiet again, and you're smiling again, but it's only again because it sounded pathetic to say you never stopped smiling with him.

maybe it wasn't pathetic, just more vulnerable. you hum as an agreement to his story, letting him know that even if your eyes were closed, your ears were open, hanging onto every single word escaping his lips. his head rests ontop of yours, and you can feel his voice now.

"i didn't think I'd ever call this place a home, if I'm being honest." he says. you want to ask him what he meant, but you let him continue after he stops. and maybe that's what unsaid love is, you think, letting someone continue their ranting even when you have so much to say and agree and add on to, because you want to find any and all opportunities to relate to them, because now they know you do. now they - now jean - knows that you understand and agree and want to add on to whatever he says. he continues, his voice soft and deep and warm and gentle all at once, and you would've wondered how his voice did that if he hadn't continued.

"but...i don't know. somehow, this... you, feel more like home than my childhood bedroom does, yaknow?" he says.

you know what he means. you agree. you want to add on to his words, but you can't because your throat has dried up, the moisture leaving your mouth and going straight to your eyes. you sigh out a small exhale, and it says more than you ever could. and jean knows what it means. he agrees. he wants to add onto.

but he doesn't, and neither do you. your interlinked hands do the thing that all human hands do in the sense that you're no better than anyone else in love. in the sense that they squeeze together impossibly tighter, to the point where they ache comfortably. his hand clasps onto yours like your words clasp onto his heart.

Jean's voice is soothing when he speaks again. at this point he knows the effect he has on you, you're sure he does, because jean is exactly the type of person to tease you for loving him so much despite it all. but he continues to talk not because of the fact that you love him, but because of the fact that he loves you. he continues to talk until your hand becomes loose in his, until your breathing is slowed and relaxed and as beautiful as all the other things you do.

he smiles after it. his head is still resting on yours and for this moment, for this night, he thinks, he doesn't mind if he wakes up with his back aching after sleeping upright, neck twisted a bit uncomfortably, because being with you is everything but uncomfortable. his back won't ache, and he knows this because loving you aches enough, in the way that makes him appreciate it. less of a liability, more of a comfortable weightlessness of your head on his shoulder, supported by him and his presence. less of a trap, more of an understanding of how much more he'd be willing to endure for you. more of a comfort, instead, of knowing how much you wouldn't put him through, not knowingly. more of a realization, instead, of how much he loves you.

in the warm light of your orange desk lamp, jean and your breaths sync, your hands still loosely clamped together, jean swears this is better than whatever he thought love would be. jean swears this is better than any of the love he had dreamt of recieving as a teenager, all the dramatic rom-comness of it all. here, with you, with your warm and gentle and soft voice that had died out because of the safety that came with his presence, he swears this is better than any paradise he could've gone to.

maybe that's all your love is, he thinks. comfort, limitless, timeless, but maybe your love isnt a word said out loud, isn't something that language can procure.

maybe it's just this. just the dip of your mattress, just the glow of your desk lamp, just the sound of your gentle laughter.

he loves you. he swears it feels better than any heaven.

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #fireflys rambles #jean kirschtein #fluff

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pianocat939 · 2 years

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Mayhaps I request a platonic Yandere(if you do thoses) Rottmnt with a MC that is viewed or is their little sibling?

I hope you have have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!

I only have 2 more requests to finish before moving on to the next set yay! The next set is like 16 requests so that'll probably take a month to finish ;-;.

I haven’t done any non-Hcs things recently so why not.

Tw: overprotective behaviour, Mikey's a hypocrite,

Hypocritical Feelings

(MC is a turtle mutant like the bros)

The sun settled down into the depths of the horizon, painting the sky of New York a dark shade of blue. The city's children head off to bed, the teenagers lay awake in their beds scrolling through any media they can find, and the adults rush through the streets, trying to get home. Yet deep in the sewers of the megapolis is a family of mutants: five turtle siblings and their lazy rat father.

The stroke of midnight is noon to this household, which is the time for lunch. The second youngest prepares lunch for the siblings, his skilled three-fingered hands adding spices to the dish. Once finished, he walks to the living room to announce the meal is ready.

"Raph, Leo! I finished cooking lunch!" He calls out to the elder two, already wandering off to the next destination.

"Please tell me it's the tempura rice bowl we've been so hyped for~" Leo, who previously was reading comics, jumps up from the couch, excitedly marching to the kitchen in excitement. Raphael follows behind him, his long tail wagging in joy.

The oranged-masked turtle heads off to his twin's room, swinging his arms as he does so. He lightly knocks on the door before opening it, slipping his head in through the crack. "Y/n, lunch is served!" He waits for a few seconds for them to answer, blinking a couple of times.

They soon notice him and reply, "'Kay, let me finish this first." They focus back on the activity, silently signaling to him he can go back to the kitchen.

He obliges, shutting the door and heading for the middle child's lab.

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The siblings sit at the high table and munch on their food, enjoying the exquisite taste. Raphie is almost finished with his entire bowl, seemingly devouring the delicacy.

"'Angelo, I must say this is one of the better dishes of your craft!" The lab-technician compliments, biting a piece of the crispy fried shrimp

"Thanks! I found a really good market that has some of the best ingredients." He grins, his legs wiggling a little with happiness.

Soon enough the siblings have finished their meals and have headed off to do their own things, leaving only the younger set of twins in the room.

"Hey Mikey, do you mind if you could cover for me?" Y/n asks, slight uncertainty laced in their voice.

"What do you mean by 'cover'?" He sassily juts out his hip a little, drying the dishes.

They hesitate, doing a few taps on the countertop. "Well, there's this really cool shop I wanted to visit...And I wanna go alone this time."

The room suddenly quiets, a tense atmosphere developing. Mikey freezes, eyes wide in shock. His brain short-circuits on him, no thoughts running through his head.

"EXCUSE ME? ALONE? NO WAY!" He exclaims, gripping the fragile plate so hard it almost shatters underneath the pressure.

"Oh but come on! You literally picked up the Lou Jitsu game alone a few months ago! I should totally be allowed to go to a shop!" They argue back, a small pout forming on their face.

Mikey wiggles a finger, shaking his head in the process. "Nope! Nuh-uh! I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Just then, Raph walks in, carrying a barbell in one of his hands. "I hear bickering. What's goin' on?"

Mikey turns to him dramatically holding out a hand in his twin's direction, "Y/n wants to go shopping, alone!"

Raph immediately frowns, jerking his head to them. "I barely let Mikey go, but you, definitely not."

"Don't you guys think you're a bit too overprotective?"

"No."

Like a dramatic effect from a movie, both Leo and Donnie enter as well, seemingly attracted to the commotion from the three.

"Guys, me and Donnie are trying to have our weekly 'who's better at video games' competition! We do not need all this noise; except for cheering that is."

"Yeah, I agree. The sound is not quite enjoyable background music."

"Y/n's trying to leave! ALONEeEeeEEee!" Mikey runs to Donnie, embracing his plastron in distress. D'Nello stiffens in response, leaning back in disgust.

"Oh great- wait what! What are you doing trying to go out alone! What if you get run over by an ice cream truck!" Leo approaches Y/n his hands on his hips.

"First of all, I am not getting run over by an ice cream truck. Two, I should be fine! If Mikey can do it, so can I!" They open their arms, frustrated with their brothers.

"Mh well, let's see. I can confirm that you have a 100% chance of getting run over by an ice cream truck if you are to go out alone." Donnie pushes Mikey to Leo, at his limit for physical touch.

"Wha-"

"Alright guys, let's go watch Leon and Donald have their competition!" Raph interrupts the youngest, pushing everyone out of the kitchen and towards the arcade.

Y/n huffs, and crosses their arms, ready to take a run for it.

Why can't they go out alone just for a limited edition Jupiter Jim figure?

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I really need to brush up on longer pieces. It just seems like a picture with only characters

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #mikey #donnie #raph #leo

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sukig0r3 · 2 years

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Dream Girl(Rise!ROTTMNT x Reader Part 2!)

Angst

Mention death

Thanks to @/coffee-addict21

The turtle's brothers begin to feel worried about Donnie. He was very strange for the past weeks. He has been laughing and talking to no one, but they felt like he's talking to himself. They always look at Donnie behind with a strange look at his behavior.

"Um… Donnie, who are you talking to?"

Leo finally asks Donnie. Donnie stops talking then turns to look at Leo.

"I'm talking to [Y/N]!"

Donnie admitted to them. Leo looks at Mikey and Raph, side to side with a sad expression.

"But… Didn't they die about a month ago..?"

Mikey said, Donnie's eyes widened and shook his head.

"No they're not! They are literally right here next to me! See?"

Donnie said, stepping aside and pointing at nothing. His brothers glanced at him then where he was pointing.

"They're not here Donnie."

Raph said, walking up to Donnie and putting his big hand onto Donnie's shoulder.

"Yes they are! They are right… here..?"

Donnie looks at where you were. You were gone, but he thought you were there beside him like always! He was confused and scared, is he just imagining you here with him? Was it just fantasy in his own mind? Did he remember your death or not?

Donnie stares at the spot that you used to be at, he let out tears and felt it. He fell onto his knee and had a breakdown. He covered his face as he cried and cried. His brothers crouch down at his level and hug him as a comfort.

How did you die? I don't know to be honest, make up theories or something. I never expected the story got so many notes it's so scary😭

#rottmnt donnie #rise donatello #rise donnie x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader angst

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dluebirb · 6 months

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Obituary of Our Own ⛧ Chapter One

So. I made another AU. What are you gonna do!

Huge props to @3mutantsinatrenchcoat, @justletmereadmycomics, and @bigmoneysniffler for being my wonderful beta readers and editors! I literally can't thank you enough askdljsdewfe

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In Leo’s humble opinion, the week's villains were getting pretty shelling pathetic.

“Afternoon, boys! Ritual, huh? How’s that working out for you?”

With a grunt, Leo caught the two robed figures he was facing with a kick to the chest, and they fell onto the mostly completed ritual in the shape of a pentagram, with candles adorning the star tips.

Honestly, it was a wonder they could get this organized.

“Sayonara, SUCKERS!”

Across the way, the moron who was the self-appointed leader (as far as Leo could tell) pointed at another duo and shouted, “Finish it, now! Quickly!”

One of the two lit the last candle, and a sizzling portal appeared. Leo had to fight the gut reaction to cover his face against a steel mech's spearing tentacle or sharp hand that would never come.

“Oh, crud!” Mikey exclaimed and held his nunchaku defensively.

“Man, get another gimmick! That’s my thing!” Leo called and launched a sword at the portal, which curved around it in an arc. In the blink of an eye, he was in midair, holding both swords again. Leo created his portal with his other sword, encompassing the red one before they both fizzled out of existence. A small… something tugged at his gut.

“Alright, Mike, say it with me: You’ve been portal-chopped!”

After a moment, he looked at his younger brother. “You didn’t say it.”

“Sorry!”

As Leo called them in his head, one of the Weirdo Wizards healed their hands out and, true to their name, began to presumably cast a spell.

However, they were still a Weirdo Wizard. The “spell” did nothing at all, rather dissappointingly.

“BOO!” Mikey exclaimed. “BAD SHOW!”

Leo’s communicator clicked on, and Donnie’s monotone could be heard over the slight static. “April’s headed your way! She got chucked!”

“Ten-four, good buddy!” Turning up to Mikey, still, at the edge of the small crater Leo was fighting in, Leo cupped a hand around his beak. “MIKE! ANY SIGN OF APRIL?”

Mikey squinted and used his hands to block the light from the streetlamps so he could see better. “YEP! OVER THERE!”

Leo followed Mikey’s pointed finger and spotted April’s tiny frame hurtling through the air.

"Yeesh," He winced. "I got her!" He swung a sword, and a portal nabbed April right out of the sky.

“Done and done,” Leo said into the comm. He thought it odd that she hadn’t reappeared, but who was he to judge his portals? Besides, if Donnie did record everything, they could find her in a pinch.

Someone yelled, and they both turned to the sound. Raph was standing over a robbed figure, their hood down. It was a middle-aged blonde woman with and sharp glasses, the type you’d see in a spy movie.

“DAMN IT! AGENT ONE!” she shouted, and the same guy that had cast the ‘spell’ whipped out a gun, and shot the ground by Raph, who jumped to avoid it with a squeak.

“Diversion!” Leo shouted, cupping his hand around his mouth.

“On it! Bringing the razzmatazz!”

Leo watched with tentative concern as Mikey used his mystic hands as he flipped over ‘Agent One,’ and his orange magic poured into the air.

At least his hands weren’t cracking, Leo reminded himself.

But before he could do much of anything with the aforementioned powers, the blonde sent a sharp kick to Mikey’s shell, and he crumpled forward, his hands going to cover his face on instinct.

A sharp scream reminded Leo with a piercing shock that Mikey’s powers had been activated. He swore, and ran towards his younger brother. He faintly registered Donnie striking the woman down with his staff, and Raph let out a second yell, this one more fearful and angry.

Leo tugged Mikey across the ground, and pried Mikey’s arms away from his face. Yellow-ish orange circles of magic tugged across the right side of his face, where his hands had made contact.

“Okay, this is fine, you’re good! You’re good, you’re fine,” Leo muttered, and dragged his sword through the air as Raph gently lifted Mikey. “We’ll meet you back at the Lair,” he explained, and Raph nodded, giving a reassuring smile as he stepped through the portal and it snapped closed behind him.

Leo turned back to Donnie, and saw his purple brother dodge a blast from a large gun that he would have invented. Leo wondered if he was bitter that these clowns had beaten him to the punch as he dodged a blast of plasma.

“Dude! How come you got to fight the cool guy?”

“You fought him too, if you remember…”

“Yeah, but then he was just waggling his fingers like one of those cosplay wizards April hates!”

“Tch. Skill issue.”

Leo swept under one of them, and used his sword to force the blaster up, and it ricocheted into the air, taking out a street light.

“Would you stay still?!” The man spat, and Leo shrugged.

“Never really been my forte, you know?”

Donnie smacked the gun out of the woman’s hand, and as she pulled out a knife, snarling, the blaster went off, heading straight for a nearby support beam.

“Oh, pecans… LEO!”

“On it!”

Using more effort than he could take comfort in, Leo sliced open two portals: One to catch the blast, and the other to redirect it.

Turning to Donnie, he called: “Time for us to go!”

“See you never!”

As Leo sliced open another portal, Donnie running backwards toward it, the blast touched down, and they were both shot backwards, all four of them letting out a yell.

The last thing Leo saw before the darkness kicked in was the blinding light, and the agents throwing themselves to the side.

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a hot second, so I'm just getting back into the groove here, I hope it was enjoyed! More chapters are on the way!

#fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #vivzieverse #helluva boss agent one #helluva boss agent two #Obituary of our own!AU #OOOO!AU #that's the title rn #I might change it #idrk #tbh I'm really nervous about posting this

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nani-nonny · 3 months

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Tiny snippets that didn’t make it to the current apaf or the other storyline for apaf :D

Well, there not exactly tiny snippets… one of them is 2k words long hehe

But I’ve been holding on to these long enough, especially since we’re finally getting into the “learning how to be a dad” phase of apaf in a few chapters :D

Have fun reading! vvvv

This dialogue is from the other storyline, aka apaf 2.0 (/hj) aka aka the plot line we avoided lol

”No, Dad, you should take it, I really shouldn’t—.”

“Hush, Big Blue, be kind to her.”

“Her? How do you know?”

“I raised four boys, I think I know a girl when I see one. Now, take her. She needs her father.”

“No, I’m not her dad. I can’t—I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if… what if I mess up? What if I’m not cut out for being a dad? No—I mean, I’m not ready.”

And this is 2k words of a snippet, also for plot 1 aka the plot where CJ dies :( and Leonardo tries to heal from that recent death that haunts him :D but anyways, this is a different opening to how Leonardo wakes up in the lair after stealing the key and passing out. This time, Leonardo isn’t immediately stressed by CJ’s disappearance, but he is stressed about CJ’s death.

“————! No!”

Leonardo turns, eyelids scrunching tightly closed.

“Come back!”

He reaches with heavy hands, desperate to grab onto the voice.

“Leo!”

His hands shake, fingertips burning as if he reached into the heart of a flame.

“I’m sorry…”

He can feel his throat closing in on itself, muting any sound he tries to make.

“I’m so sorry…”

—chirp! Peep peep! Chirp!

Leonardo was sleeping on his side when he heard the sharp, distressed chirps of a small creature. The chirps beckon him, cry for him to come and help. Scared. Scared. Help, it cries.

And without realizing it, he’s rising out of bed. Perhaps out of pure instinct or some kind of fatherhood that was pushed deep down surfaces in this moment as his body flips its switch to high alert. The only thing on his mind that manages to make itself known is to protect.

Protect Draxum’s treasure.

He chirps in response, weary eyes blindly searching for the small turtle.

Where? Protect. Come. Protect.

But the second he kicks his feet off the bed, he hears the small chirps from behind. He turns around, flops onto his stomach—wincing when a sharp pain erupts from his torso at the movement—to reach the other side of the bed and easily catches the small turtle just before it falls off the edge.

The turtle in his hand releases a small, surprised chirp. Safe.

He exhales a sigh of relief as he sits up, careful with the baby in his hand and holds her close to his plastron. He looks around as his heart begins to calm, slowing to its normal pace.

He’s in a room, unfurnished with all the unopened boxes and lack of decorations. It’s quite literally a bed-room as the bed is the only piece of furniture that is of use. But the room he recognizes to be an abandoned train car, cleaned out and left with nothing but its skeleton. The windows have been blocked out with newspapers to prevent any light from coming in, and the sliding door was replaced with a raggedy blue curtain.

He doesn’t recognize this place to be the lair, so he doesn’t have a clue where in the hell he is except for what could possibly be a subway station.

He looks down to see his torso is covered in bandages, clean and pristinely wrapped around his shell. His pants have been replaced with clean sweatpants, his utility belt with his pockets nowhere to be seen. Even his sword is out of sight, and whether the tied masks on the hilt were noticed or not, he wasn’t sure.

But more importantly, the small creature resting in the palm of his hand.

He looks down at the small turtle, stares at the sleeping face that distortedly mirrors his own. The rounded head, the familiar red crescents that signify a red-eared slider, the small beak—a turtle mutant. Although, he doesn’t have that skinny, stretched diamond-shaped stripe that rests barely above the middle of this mutant’s eyes.

That, in itself, is enough to relieve Leonardo that this isn’t his child.

It’s not possible. After all, he never got close to anyone like that. And with the war against the krang, he would never dare to bring a kid into that world. Especially not after… that situation.

And yet Draxum did. It must have been Draxum, he was the one to hand the child over with the order to protect it. He died passing the child over to Leonardo without warning.

Protect Draxum’s treasure…

And here he is, a mutant from the future with a child in his hand. But the slider specifically remembers handing the small child off to Splinter.

Leonardo looks down at the small turtle, surprised it can be sleeping so soundly after almost falling off the bed and making those distressed sounds. And what the hell was that? When was the last time he actually made turtle noises? He thought he had forgotten how to do it.

If Mikey were here, he’d hear no end to it.

“If he was here…,” Leonardo mumbles aloud only to finish the thought, He would know what to do with this.

The child makes a strange sound, snapping Leonardo from his thoughts. In the palm of his hand, the child is shivering and he realizes the noise must have been a sneeze.

“How are you catching a col-oh…,” he questions the child before he realizes mid-sentence that he did dive into the ocean at night. In his defense, he didn’t know he had been carrying a child in his arms. He thought it was some priceless artifact that Draxum didn’t want destroyed or taken by the krang. Hell, he thought it was going to be something to help him in retrieving the key—better yet—destroying it.

But where did Draxum get this child? Did he rob someone?

Feeling the small child shiver in his hand, he pushes the ceaseless questions aside and exits the subway car. Slipping through the curtains, he’s immediately blinded by the bright lights of the subway station.

“That’s right… the new lair,” Leonardo realizes as he takes note of the unopened boxes scattered everywhere.

Down the pathway, he sees more train cars lined up on both ends of the platform. Four cars in particular are color-coded with the familiar colors of himself and his brothers, and he recognizes the lobby room-changed-to-living room. It still has a few unopened boxes, some are opened and barely cleared of a handful of items. The skate ramps and the game table is lit up from a recent game of air hockey.

There’s a wet caution sign set up in the middle of the room on top of a recently mopped part of the floor. Was that because of him?

A few steps closer and Leonardo notices a note taped onto the other side of the caution sign, “Leo did it”.

Under that note, he sees another that says, “Days without a Leo incident: 0”.

Leonardo playfully glares at the second note and laughs dryly, “Haha, funny.”

“No, stop, don’t touch that! We don’t know how long that’s been there,” a younger Donnie’s voice yells from a nearby room.

In response, a symphony of Ewwws and Grosssss erupted from the same room, and Leonardo followed it to find himself walking into the kitchen.

Inside, four turtles are standing in the midst of an unpacked kitchen only filled with a fridge, a stove, a few uncleaned kitchen counters, and a large rectangular dining table. Three turtles are gagging and holding their hands over their mouths, clutching utensils like a wooden spoon and a rubber spatula as the stove continues to burn whatever sits on the skillet.

Crouching on the floor is a smaller Raphael than Leonardo remembers, hands over his mouth as he chews slowly. The snapper’s eyes seem to scan nothing as all thoughts are focused on whatever is in his mouth.

Donnie looks so much more like Leonardo’s photo of April’s first day of college. The purple tech shell, the uneven goggles, the purple stripes on his upper arms and thighs—even the ridiculously drawn eyebrows. The softshell has yet to grow into the same build as Leonardo, and only has the lanky, toned muscle that Leonardo doesn’t remember being so funny to look at. Had they always been so oddly shaped in their teens?

The softshell turns away holding his mouth closed to keep from gagging anymore, but freezes when he makes eye contact with Leonardo. Donnie swallows nothing and stares at the elder slider.

Leonardo blinks, a little uncomfortable with Donnie’s eyes locking on him in what could only be shock or possible amazement? He’s a little uncertain because Donnie hasn’t blinked. Or moved. The teen just keeps staring. He feels like they’re the perfect reenactment of a car and a deer in headlights—frozen and too afraid to make any sudden movements.

Suddenly, the small child sneezes, breaking the staring contest between the two and Leonardo sets the child onto the dining table. Donnie nudges the closest brother, which happens to be Mikey, who was too focused on the “all kinds of bad” that could come from eating an old, soggy piece of unknown meat from an abandoned subway station.

The box turtles pivots on his heel until his eyes meet Leonardo’s, his draw dropping immediately. His eyes flicker between the small child that searches for Leonardo’s hand, and the huge, towering mutant slider that is Leonardo. He nudges the smaller slider at his side, whispering a sharp psst!

The younger slider points at Raph’s mouth, “Spit it out Raph! That’s gross and you’ll get sick.”

The snapper shakes his head vigorously as he continues to chew—how much longer does he need to chew?

Mikey pushes Leo, making the young slider stumble forward. The young slider pushes the tails of his mask off his face as he looks over his shoulder, “Mikey! What the hel—llll…. oh.”

The slider’s annoyance dies in seconds as he, too, has locked his eyes on the elder slider standing near the dining table.

And there it is. It’s almost like staring at a reflection of the boy he used to be. The red and yellow stripes that distortedly mirror his own, the blue mask—his youth. The kid should be—what?—sixteen? Seventeen? Somewhere in the teens if the little guy looks the same as his photo.

“Hey… uh, morning?” Leonardo finally greets, making the snapper flinch.

The snapper looks over his shoulder, mouth full of the unknown meat and swallows. He rises to fully stand, wiping his mouth as he does, and smiles sheepishly. “Oh, morning Leo,” he greets cheerily.

The snapper’s eyes trail to the small child laying on the table in the fetus position. He glances at his brothers for a response, and Leo is the first to respond.

Immediately striking up a confident smile and a step forward to match, Leo sweeps his mask’s tails off his shoulder. “G’morning ‘Older Me’, I see we haven’t lost our devilish good looks,” he greets with what Leonardo can describe is an expression too confident for how ridiculous he actually looks.

The smaller Leo walks up to Leonardo to rest his arm uncomfortably on the elder’s shoulder, he motions between them with his free hand. He marvels at his nails as he says, “So, what do we call you Big Man? Winter Soldier? The Mutant Watchmen? Turtle Titan? Terrapin Warrior?”

Just as the smaller Leo is about to come up with yet another horrible nickname, Leonardo’s hand envelopes the entirety of the younger’s face. “Let’s just go with something simple, save you the thinking. Leo, Leonardo, Nardo, Leon, pick your favorite.”

The younger Leo pries Leonardo’s hand off his face and slaps the large hand away. “Get off, get off, Grandpa,” Leo hisses as he bats away the calloused hand.

Donnie steps forward with excitement flurrying in his eyes, his hands are folded together but pointer fingers extended at Leonardo. He can’t hide his giddy smile as he asks, “So… are you a clone? Or another mutant that looks exactly like what Leo might look like when he’s older? Or are you from the future? If you’re from the future, how did you get here? I thought Leo’s portals only work with destination and—.”

Leonardo lowers Donnie’s hands and interrupts, “I’m from the future, and I didn’t make the portal to the present.”

Donnie’s hands fall to point at the small child now shivering on the dining table, “And that…?”

Leonardo doesn’t look back at the child and answers a little too sharply for the softshell’s liking, “It’s Dad’s.”

“‘It’?” Raph questions, his eyes glancing back at his brothers again.

“Doesn’t matter,” Leonardo interrupts and quickly adds, “Where is he? Does he have the key?”

“You mean Dad? He went to the surface to pick up some things with April for the… for his kid?” Raph answers for the turtles. He points to the stove, “Are you hungry? Pops said we should make you some food.”

Leonardo looks at the stove that is starting to release an alarming amount of smoke from the skillet. He points to the stove and asks, “Would the charcoal happen to be my breakfast?”

Mikey pushes past his brothers in a panic and cries out, “My omelet surprise!”

Wasn’t that fun? Anyways, another tiny dialogue snippet from plot 1 that I ended up not liking, which didn’t matter in the end since we didn’t choose plot 1 lol

“What’s more important the key or your daughter?”

“The key, of course!”

F!Leonardo didn’t mean this inherently, but he was very stressed at that point when the lair was attacked by the Foot and the baby was injured in the attack :(

Let’s continue the stress and angst! Here’s another plot 1 snippet :D

“I can’t, Dad… I shouldn’t,” Leonardo admits in defeat.

Splinter sets the baby in his lap, accepting Leonardo’s defeat but he questions, “Why not?”

Leonardo swallows. “Because what if I fail her too? What if I’m the reason she… —I can’t. I don’t know if my heart can take it. I’ve already lost so much. And you might be here, but not like how you were—are?”

The slider shakes his head and looks away from Splinter and the baby. “I lost my kid, Dad. I can’t take her in, it wouldn’t be fair to her. She deserves a father that will love her and protect her, someone who will dedicate their time to her. I can’t do that for her. Not while the pain is so… so fresh. I… I’m losing the fight. And I’m not sure I can get up anymore than you tried to pull me up. I’m sorry.”

Here’s a snippet that I removed from the canon apaf storyline because I decided to move it along a little faster. Before they find out that CJ was hiding with the Foot Clan, Leonardo wasn’t supposed to abide to Leo’s demand of letting him tag along. Leonardo was actually going to reach his breaking point in his stress because he had been searching my alone for weeks and nearly explodes on Leo—in a sad way, not anger hehe.

“Because Casey’s all I have left!” Leonardo snaps suddenly.

The elder slider momentarily freezes when he realizes what he has said, wrapping his fingers around his sword’s hilt in an awkward attempt at hiding the bandanas. He swallows, realizing he has dug himself a whole deeper than the trenches. “I… Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I should have worded it better. But believe me when I say I care. I care so much. Maybe a little too much—to the point where I’m only thinking straight ahead and instead of everything else around me.”

Leonardo winces at the way his words come out of his mouth, but he continues, “And I’m sorry that it’s hurting you. I really am, but it’s been really hard and I’m trying not to focus on… other things when Casey is the only one here. I promise when we reach CJ, I’ll take the time to—I don’t know—process? —everything? I just really need CJ to be okay. If he’s okay, then I can finally breathe. Alright? Can you give me that at least?”

Leo’s eyes flick downwards to the elder’s grip on the multicolored hilt, finally noticing the red and purple bandanas. Shit…, he thinks, I’m an asshole.

Wasn’t this fun? A lot of stuff was avoided because we picked plot 2 for apaf hehe, and we’ve moved faster onto the “raising baby” part

Although, I do miss the potential angst that could’ve been in plot 1 lol

I’m not sure if these were already shared or not hehe but it’s nice to go through them again

Sorry for the bad grammar or spelling if you spotted any, I didn’t bother to edit these haha

#(accidentally) played american football with my newborn #rottmnt #rottmnt snippet #a lot of reading lol #tldr: bunch of snippets

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TMNT NEXT GEN-Chapter 7

At the base, Rockwell, Karai, Vine, and Slash were all being treated as Mondo and Leatherhead rested themselves against the wall.

Donnie and angel were dealing with the injuries as the others stood together for a group huddle, but no one really knew what to say. Everyone was still freaked out and trying to maintain their composure.

“So any plan on how to find them?” Casey asked, with Mikey trying to comfort mona and April next to him.

The group turned to Leo, whose face was paler than usual before he sighed, eyes clearly trying to hide his worry.

“Anyone pick up clues as to where they ran off. Footprints, a trail of some kind?” He asked, knowing there was likely nothing.

“There's nothing.” Aprils breathing began to shift. “There is literally nothing!” April yelled as tears flowed down her cheeks.

The room went silent before Raph released a growl.

“If only they had left something behind! Something that could lead us to them!” He raged, kicking a chunk of concrete into a semi-collapsed tunnel.

Donnie took out the dart from Rockwell's shoulder.

“Agh!” A voice cried out.

Donnie looked at Rockwell, confused, given he was still unconscious. Donnie lifted his head before standing up and walking towards the semi-collapsed tunnel. He peeked inside through the opening of the wreckage.

“What you looking at, Donnie?” Mikey said as Raph took over in comforting Mona.

“I thought I heard something.” Donnie scratched at the top of his head.

A groan seeped through the cracks gaining more of the group's attention. Mikey and Donnie urgently glanced at each other before tossing pieces of the tunnel over their shoulders.

“Do you think that's the kids or one of those "humanists"? Ralph scoffed, turning to Leo.

“I'm not sure. Let's check it out.” Leo added, walking towards the tunnel that was almost opened up.

Mikey and Donnie stepped out of the way as Leo entered before following behind him.

They looked around the scenery with Donnie pulling out his Tphone. Mikey ran his hands along the side of the wall before stepping on something with a crack.

“Aghh!!” Someone yelled, jerking their hand away from under the turtle's foot.

They hissed, pushing themselves to their knees before locking their eyes on the mutants. The three turtles unsheathed their weapons as the intruder gaped at them.

“Stay away from me. You freaks of nature!” The man snapped, backing away from them and pulling out a knife.

Leo growled and kicked the knife out of his hand. Mikey and Donnie yanked him from the ground and pushed him against the wall.

The man continued to struggle against their grip as he twisted his face in fear. Leo held the tip of his sword to the soldier's neck, immediately halting his actions.

“It's time for some answers.”

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Alone in the humanist lab held, the eight children. All in separate cages stacked against the wall.

Kiba gripped at the bars that confined her to nothing but metal and the piece of cardboard she had for a bed. Tears went down her tiny face, now covered in cuts and bruises.

Underneath her, Irrilia, now with a split lip, foamed at the mouth as she teethed on the railings. She was growling like a feral animal her instincts taking a hold of her.

Next door to the snake, Iris was curled up in the corner of her prison. She had a black eye making it painful to cry but she couldn’t stop.

Slowly a small shaky hand tapped at the bottom of the cage gate, making her shift to her hands and knees and begin to crawl over. She fell to her chest as her body went limp and looked down at the hand below her before leaning her arm out to hold it.

Dakota leaned into the cage, reaching his hand to hers as the water in his eyes trickled down his face. The bars pressing hard into his ribs.

Across the room and still on the lab desk, the little boy held a foam sword with a smile. He giggled, turning to the opposing wall where the caged mutants were held. The child watched in wonder before hopping onto the chair and floor. He waddled his way through the lab and over to Cody with his foam sword in hand.

Cody looked at him with fear pushing himself back. Reaching the cage the boy knocked at the metal making Cody back away even more.

“Play swords?” He offered the foam sword with a smile, as Cody shifted his head to the side. He was about to reach for it when the child was yanked up from the floor.

“Hunter, there is no need to associate with these freaks and traitors.” Vital said holding him at his waist. “They’re better off dead if they live their life a monster.” He finished before turning away. Hunter stared at the array of cages with fear as Cody cowered back into the corner.

“Chaplin, has the new batch of mutagen arrived yet?” He asked as Irrilia slammed her fists on the gate. Vital glared at her and kicked the metal bars before her, making her jump and quiver away.

“Yes, a large amount of mutagen was stashed at the mutant base.” Chaplin said, pulling on some gloves.

“Good, then let's get to work.”

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The attacker fought and kicked at his captures before they shoved him to the floor. Casey and Mona holding him down as he continued to squirm.

“Where are they?” Donnie snarled, releasing the blade from his staff.

The man scoffed. “And why would I tell you pests? You're not getting me to talk!” He yelled, causing Mona to harshly grip his sprained wrist.

He cried, the pain surging through his body.

“Tell us now!” Leo held his blade at the man's throat.

He didn't budge, but Raph slammed his foot into the crevice of his ankle, making him scream.

Leatherhead watched with a smile towering over everyone as April's hands began to twitch.

Angel's expression shallowed, turning away from Vine.

The man's breathing began to vary as the sharp pressure on his neck began to sting.

“Tell us now, and we might just let you live.” Mikey said, coming face to face with him.

Donnie and Leo quickly glanced at each other at the alien tone of their light-hearted brother.

The soldier spit in Mikey's face causing him to yelp and jump back in disgust.

Raph growled. “Ok, that's it!” Raph grabbed the stubborn soldier by the neck and slammed him headfirst into the wall.

He clawed at the hot head of the group's hand, desperate for relief.

“If you don't tell us now! We will break every bone in your body before Leatherhead drags you to the bottom of the sewer tanks for a snack.” Raph yelled, tightening his grip.

Donnie pulled up a picture of the human anatomy as Leatherhead grinned. The man paled as his eyes watered.

“So what are you gonna pick?” April focused and raised her hand, causing his arm to twist.

“Aghh!” His face strained as he hissed. “There at the remains of the TCRI lab!” Raph let him drop to the concrete floor as Leo stepped toward him.

“Leatherhead. Drop him off by the police station. He has enough illegally obtained weapons to earn himself a decade or two in prison.”

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At the lab Chaplin reached into A cage a smirk growing on his face. “Aghh!!” Kohanna screamed as she was gripped at the neck and taken from the group.

Chaplin lowered a pair of chains from the ceiling as more cries radiated in the background. Kiba jerked at the cage, hissing and crying as Chaplin suspended the wailing redhead over the lab table.

Irrilia yelled, kicking and punching at the latch that her acidic teething had worn away. She slammed her fists into the metal bars and with a crack the cage door swung open, causing her to fall on the floor.

She pushed herself to her feet and looked up at Kiba, who was reaching out through the bars. Irrillia quickly began to crawl up the rails turning Chaplin's attention away from Kohanna.

Irillia groaned pulling on Kiba's gate before Chaplin gripped and yanked her by the arm, leaving her to dangle there as she squirmed.

Kiba growled as Irrilia wailed and grabbed at her arm.

Kiba hissed, spraying venom in Chaplin's face making him cry out and drop the salamander mutant on her back.

“Agh!”

Kiba released her arms, shifting them into snakes before gripping the sides of his face with their fangs. She pulled her arms back, slamming his face into the cage, effectively opening it and leaving him groaning on his knees.

Kiba climbed her way down, rushing to Irrilia, who was still lying on the floor. Kiba nudged at her cousin, still teary-eyed, before helping her sit up.

The lab door slammed open, making Kiba and Irrilia turn to the sudden light in the room.

Vital walked in, baton in hand, before a visible green spark was released on the end of it.

“This should be fun.”

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt next gen #tmnt 2k12 #leorai #apritello #ramona #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanfiction #angel bridge #next gen #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #fanfic

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm looking forward to read what you guys think of this one -Danny Words: 1,533 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Haunted' -by Taylor Swift

XXIV: I Use the Power of Love (Goes Wrong Too)

When they reach the bottom, Annabeth is staring down a ridge in the middle of the cave. Percy pulls her away from it and hugs her. Annabeth sobs against his chest.

"It's okay, we're together," he eases her.

"Annie," Ara reaches for her T-Rex. "Your leg..."

Ara gets to work quickly while Leo follows her instructions and takes the Athena Parthenos. Hazel and Piper come down with Nico as well, and Ara wants to yell at them to go back, but she keeps it quiet, they're trying to help them get out of there faster.

"Your leg," Piper crouches next to Ara. "Oh, Annabeth, what happened?"

Annabeth starts telling them about her quest, and Ara half-listens, her heartbeat so loud she can barely focus on fixing up Annabeth's ankle. Jason joins them while Leo lifts the statue into the ship.

"Gods of Olympus," he says, listening to the final parts of Annabeth's story. "You did all that alone. With a broken ankle."

"Well... some of it with a broken ankle."

"You made Arachne weave her own trap?" Percy smirks. "I knew you were good, but Holy Hera—Annabeth, you did it. Generations of Athena kids tried and failed. You found the Athena Parthenos!"

"Yeah, good job—now eat," Ara places a piece of ambrosia in Annabeth's mouth. "How're you feeling?"

"My ankle isn't throbbing anymore," she gives Ara a teary but grateful look. "Mike would be proud."

"You have no idea..." Ara strokes Annabeth's cheek, pulling most of the anguish out with her empath touch. "Percy, help me get her out of here."

"On it."

"We have to take her with us to Greece," Annabeth points at the Athena. "The statue is powerful. Something about it will help us stop the giants."

"The giants' bane stands gold and pale," Hazel hums. "Won with pain from a woven jail... It was Arachne's jail. You tricked her into weaving it."

"What about you guys?" Annabeth looks around, still covered in cobwebs that she doesn't seem to mind at the moment. "What happened with the giants?"

"You can talk about that on the ship," Ara urges them. "Get up!"

Percy pulls Annabeth to her feet. "Maybe you can talk some sense into Ara, she's been—"

The floor cracks, reminding the group they're not in a safe place. Jason takes Piper back to the ship, and Hazel holds Nico. "This floor won't last! The rest of us should get to the ladder."

"Great idea," Ara replies. "Nico and you first. Percy—take Annabeth."

"What about you?" He frowns.

"I'll be right behind you," she lies.

"Do you promise?" Her brother presses.

Ara can't, of course, and she doesn't get the chance to, because Annabeth gets yanked away from them screaming.

"Annabeth!"

The cobwebs are dragging her down, probably stuck to some debris that's fallen into the pit. Ara pulls Almighty out of her pocket and runs to her friend.

"You catch her!" She yells at Percy.

The boy throws himself and grabs Annabeth's hand, Ara slashes across the floor and cuts the cobwebs, but her sword cuts through the ground as well, making it more unstable. The girls lock eyes, and Annabeth sees right through her just like Lily would. Her expression shifts into one of pure panic.

"Ara—"

"Leave." Ara sprints towards the pit and Annabeth, charged with adrenaline, gets up and runs, seemingly not in pain as she quickly catches up to Ara. Both girls hear Percy scream at them to come back.

It happens extremely fast. Annabeth seizes Ara's backpack and yanks her back, the girl falls sideways and her elbow explodes in pain, leaving her unable to move for a second... and a second is all it takes for things to go south, quite literally. Annabeth screams, and Ara rolls over just in time to see her and Percy slip out of sight.

"NO!" She rashly crawls to the edge.

Percy and Annabeth had always been there to protect her, and she'd always been thankful for that... but she should've never let them get used to it, cause it has led to this: her brother holding onto a ledge, where Ara cannot save him.

The boy is holding Annabeth with his other hand, and Ara realizes the girl is hugging the T-Rex, the strap must've broken when Annabeth pulled her out of danger.

"You should've left!" Ara desperately tries to reach her brother even though Percy is more than ten feet below. "You never listen to me!"

Percy screams back, sounding as scared as her. "Why didn't you listen?"

Deep down, she believed Annabeth and Percy's love had limits, she convinced herself that even if they cared about her, their resolve would break and they would back off just like Lily did. This is not how she wanted to find out she was wrong.

Nico speaks next to her, sounding shaken. "What did you do?"

Ara whimpers with frustration, none of them should've been there.

"Percy, let me go," Annabeth speaks hoarsely. "You can't pull me up."

"Never," Percy growls. His eyes go back to Ara and Nico. "The other side! We'll see you there. Understand?"

Nico's face gets even paler than it already was. "But—"

"Lead them there!" Percy urges him. "Promise me!"

"I—I will," Nico gulps.

Ara's knuckles are white from holding onto the edge. This is not how it was supposed to go. It was her sacrifice to make... "No." Nemesis speaks in her head. "You don't value yourself, which makes you a poor sacrifice. These two, they are your offerings."

Ara's commitment to the cause runs deep, she's willing to give up her life with Leo, but only because it's her the one stepping out. She doesn't want others to be taken so she can remain. Percy and Annabeth should have never been hers to give away like this. It's unfair, as all her life has been.

Percy starts to slip, and the chamber crumbles down faster, none of them is going to survive if they stay there. "The T-Rex!" Ara shouts. "It's got supplies and my blessing! Love will keep you safe!"

Those words saved Percy's life once, they can do it again. Her brother's eyes burn with anger and something else she doesn't recognize, he realizes Ara had prepared for the fall and it doesn't make him feel better.

That look being the last one he will ever give her is not an option, it would haunt her more than Mike's words.

Her brother's hand loses its grip, and Ara lets out something like a scream and a sob, but so broken it doesn't even sound human.

"GET UP!" Nico yells, pulling her to her feet and dragging her away with the last bit of strength he's got in him.

I always thought having a real family was better than having half-siblings. I imagined it'd be an unbreakable bond, affection with no limits. I feel that way about Percy most times, but right now, I want to trip him down the amphitheater steps.

"Ara!"

I give a start. Mike's sweating profusely, and he does not appreciate it when I ignore training. I look at him, then back at my brother.

"What is it?" He follows my line of vision.

I speak without tearing my eyes away from Percy, currently taking a break from climbing the lava wall. "Five minutes."

"What?"

"Takes him five minutes to climb the whole thing."

Michael rolls his eyes. "Well, it's Percy."

That's the response I get whenever I say my brother can do something better. "It's Percy". I know he's strong and skilled, but I've been in this camp for longer than him, I train more, so why are my efforts still not enough to compare to him?

"Age, gender, godly parent," I pout. "Why do those things set us apart? We have similar experiences, and he might have control over water, but—"

"It's more than that," Mike interrupts me. "There are things that big-three kids get since birth because they get targeted more than us. He heals faster, he moves faster—"

"I don't heal slowly," I argue.

"Percy could get stabbed and keep going for an entire hour before he even starts to feel dizzy. You'd be out of the fight in five minutes. Lily and I know you can be sneaky, but Percy doesn't even need to."

That last sentence irritates me. I don't want to hide and run, I've been hiding and running from every monster for the last three years.

Beckendorf joins Percy while I think of this, both look like all demigods should: Athletic, handsome, and powerful. I'll be fourteen in a week, and I'm bruised, calloused, sweaty, and tired. I'm not like them at all, nowhere near their level.

"Whatever," I mutter, picking up my sword.

Mike sighs. "Don't dwell on it, bug. One day you'll be the daughter of Olympus and you'll be stronger than all of us. It won't matter if you were born with power or not, you'll have it either way."

"I know," I reply, adopting a fighting stance.

I don't know if my friend can tell, but I mimic Percy's movements when I fight. I try not to because they don't work for me, but I can't help it.

I keep saying that. "I try not to", whenever I think about Percy. I try, but I can't stop. Being close to someone like him, and knowing what a great hero he is, it's easy to flick the switch and resent him for the reasons I liked him at the start.

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