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goodlucktai · 9 months ago

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9. “I know, I know it hurts.”

When Raph was eight years old, the twins decided they needed their own bedrooms and, like with all other things they had ever decided, they made it everyone else’s problem. As a united front, the two of them had the capacity to wear down a squad of Navy Seals in a manner of days, let alone one overtired single father.

The campaign for separate bedrooms turned out to be a long con. Donnie had been denied an evil science laboratory by Splinter multiple times, on the grounds of it being dangerous, and Donnie being seven, and evil being bad. But a room of his own could be whatever he wanted, and he wanted a lab.

It took most of a week for Splinter to discover that the twins were still doubled up in the room that was ostensibly Leo’s while Donnie’s was being used for nefarious purposes, but by then Donnie had installed an electronic lock on the door that he built out of components gutted from old kitchen appliances and was fully ready to die on that hill.

While Pops and Donnie were locked in a contest of wills that would ultimately go in Donnie’s favor (because Splinter’s achilles heel back then—and even now—was that he thought little turtles at their most sulky and unreasonable were just adorable) Raphie had looked at Leo with a confused frown on his face.

“How come you went along with it, Lee? You didn’t even get your own room.”

Leo shrugged, bright gold eyes shining with interest as he watched his twin and his father argue back and forth. He was following it carefully, probably ready to join in if it looked like Donnie was going to lose—more engaged than he ever was playing video games or flipping through comics.

At the time, all Leo said was, “Just wanted to see if I could.”

Raph thought it was because he was a troublemaker, and he maintained that idea up until Mikey—intuitive beyond his years, even as a sweet little six year old—said he figured it was just that Leo’s head went as crazy fast as Donnie’s did, only in ways that didn’t involve breaking and building things.

A full decade later, Raph knows Mikey was right on the money. Looking back, he sees a kid who was wickedly smart and terribly understimulated. Leo didn’t create trouble for the heck of it, he just liked having problems to solve. He wanted conversations and tricks and puzzles, he needed hoops to jump through like dolphins did on TV, or else he’d get cranky and sneaky.

Their world became a much simpler, more peaceful place once Leo got his first phone and discovered an online chess app with a leaderboard.

All this to say, Leo has had a mind for strategy since before he could talk in full sentences. He’s a natural-born leader, and after the failed Krang invasion, he really stepped up and took it seriously. Raph is so proud of him he doesn’t have words big enough to contain the size and shape of it all. It isn’t as hard as he had imagined it would be to let go of the reins and give Leo the room he needs to shine.

Some days are better than others. For the most part, Leo says jump and his brothers don’t even ask how high, they just shoot for the rafters. Their teamwork is cohesive, as solid as it was when they initially realized their ninpo, and Raph thinks he’d feel sorry for the Shredder if that guy showed his face in their town again.

But there are also days like today, when Leo says something that Raph’s big brother meter pings as Leo being silly, stirring shit up for lack of better thing to do, and he doesn’t linger on it past that initial knee-jerk impression.

They’re working with a group of mutants out of Hell’s Kitchen, mutants who are walking the line between vigilantism and outright crime. They’re rough around the edges, but good-natured for the most part. The turtles kept bumping into that other group as they crisscrossed around the city until finally their leader, Old Hob, said, “Why don’t we just get on the same program instead of stepping on each other’s heels?” and a tentative partnership was formed.

It’s been a week since then, and in that time Raph and his brothers have been firmly adopted by the grown-up mutants, who ask pointed questions about what time they went to bed the night before and whether or not they had a decent breakfast and how their online classes are going.

“This must be what having overbearing aunties is like,” Donnie said to April on the phone none-too-quietly, and Sally, feline mutant and aforementioned overbearing auntie, knocked her knuckles on his battleshell reprovingly. But that about summed it up.

There was one spanner in the works, and that was Liam.

——

“Anyone else getting bad vibes from that guy by the way?” Leo says one day.

There’s something performative about it, his usual pomp and charisma with a plastic edge. Mikey tilts his head like a service dog who just caught the scent of a potential medical emergency. Donnie looks up from his phone, eyes keen the way they only are when he and his twin are about to communicate with the telepathy they’ll deny they have.

But Raph is having a bad pain day, and his well of patience for shenanigans is much shallower than it normally is.

“Leon, don’t start,” he says, rubbing the slider’s head playfully to take any sting out of the dismissal. “If I have to put up with any middle child nonsense today I’m gonna scream.”

There’s a beat, his second-youngest brother visibly hesitating on a mental fork in the road. He’s gotten so good about being forthcoming but his first impulse is still to play along, deny, conceal-don’t-feel. He still has this idea in his head of what a good leader is supposed to be, and he’s still willing to whittle parts of himself away that don’t fit that mold.

To his credit, Leo tries again. “I don’t like him,” he says with less certainty.

“You don’t have to be best friends with the guy,” Raph replies. There’s enough warning in his tone that Leo knows to drop it. “Just get along until we go home.”

He works his shoulder, trying to do something about the solid ache it’s become, and Leo’s eyes drop to the mass of scarring there and then flit away. He starts to outline the route their patrol is going to take, reaching into his belt bag for the jar of Tiger Balm he’s taken to carrying with him and handing it over to Raph as he talks.

Raph smiles, the warmth in his chest ballooning up to swallow the impending impatience and annoyance brought out by pain. That warmth stays with him through their whole run, even as Donnie video-calls April and deadpans “POV you’re tailing some guy who didn’t get the memo that armed robbery is cringe as hell,” even as Mikey goes out of his way to jump and tumble off a fire escape in time to give Mondo a high-five as he skates by in the opposite direction, even as Leo progressively gets quieter the closer they get to their two AM check-in at the Mutanimals’ railyard base.

Looking back, Raph can count all the red flags he missed and hates himself a little more for each one. Leo sometimes causes problems for fun, and he likes to see what trouble he can get away with or get himself out of, and he is a downright menace to society when he’s bored—but he’s good. He’s sweet, and charming, and wants to help. He wouldn’t have raised an issue with the other group of mutants, potentially cutting ties with useful allies, unless he had a decent reason to.

And that reason, Raph discovers that night—after information has been exchanged and all that's left is to hang out at the base watching TV and playing table tennis until Splinter inevitably texts to remind his sons of their curfew—is Liam.

He doubles back into the meeting room where he left his phone and sees the goose mutant has put himself between Leo and the only exit, head lowered on a serpentine neck, beak open to show a flash of sharp teeth in a display that Raph’s animal hindbrain reads clearly as threat.

His grip on the doorframe causes it to crack.

“Leo,” he says in a voice he doesn’t recognize.

His little brother’s head jerks up, half-hopeful, half-disbelieving. Later, Raph will hate himself for putting even a sliver of doubt in Leo’s mind, for unknowingly invalidating his feelings. Leo should never be surprised that his big brother showed up for him. He should never have been left to fend for himself in a situation that made him uncomfortable, especially after he found the courage to be upfront about it.

“C’mere,” Raph says, lifting an arm—a little turtle’s cue to tuck themselves safely against Raph’s side.

Whatever his expression is doing, it’s caused dead silence to blanket the room like a foot of packed snow. Liam looks markedly unhappy to see Raphael standing there, but Leo runs to meet him.

A strategist, a faceman, a leader, and barely seventeen years old.

“We were just talking,” Liam says with a lightness that rings as false.

“Next time I find out you and my brother were just talking, I’ll wring your skinny neck,” Raph replies, matching his tone. Liam may be twice Raph’s age, but he’s half Raph’s size, and Raph has gone head-to-head with the Krang general and the Shredder and walked it off each time. Raph is fully prepared, in this moment, to murder this fucking goose.

Leo taps on Raph’s carapace, just as one of his violent inner voices is lifting its head in the back of his brain and considering making an appearance. On Leo’s end, a warning that someone else is coming from down the hall. On Raph’s end, a reminder that his first priority is the one he’s holding.

He turns, keeping Leo beside him, in time to see Hob appear around the corner. The cat mutant stops dead in his tracks, slitted eyes moving from Raph, down to Leo, to the doorway beside them, and back again.

“Problem?”

“We’re going home,” Raph says, a rumble in his voice he wouldn’t know how to temper even if he wanted to. “And we’re not coming back. Don’t call us unless someone’s dying or there’s another alien invasion.”

“Knock on wood,” Leo mumbles near-silently.

Old Hob doesn’t answer right away. It’s impossible to tell what the older mutant is thinking on a good day, outwardly recalcitrant and unfriendly, even though he has never snapped at Mikey’s cheerful rambling or Leo’s wheedling attempts to goad him into yet another chess match or even Donnie’s accidental ninpo-related shortage of every appliance in the Mutanimals’ kitchen. He and Sally and Ray and Herman all go out of their way to make their base comfortable and accessible to the turtles and Mondo and Pete, like it really matters to them that the younger mutants have a safe place tucked away that they can fall back on.

And Raph had appreciated that, up until now. Up until they proved it wasn’t safe, actually. Up until he’d seen a grown man leering meanly at his baby brother, just because he thought he could keep getting away with it.

When Hob does speak, all he says is, “Get home safe, boys.”

Raph shoulders around him, and collects Donnie and Mikey from the main room immediately. Mikey says, “Woah, are you guys okay?” and Donnie shoots a poisonous look behind them, like if he glares hard enough he can see back in time to what happened to put those expressions on Leo and Raph’s faces.

“We’re peachy, Miguelito,” Leo says, disquietingly convincing. “Just had a difference of opinion with our hosts is all.”

“Stay out of Hell’s Kitchen from now on until I say so,” Raph adds sternly.

Raph tells dad about Liam when they get home, because there is no universe where that doesn’t happen, and Leo immediately gets hauled into Splinter’s room for what sounds like a very serious conversation. Raph, Donnie and Mikey cluster shamelessly outside the door to eavesdrop, and some frightened thing in Raph’s heart lets out the breath it’s been holding when Leo says, “Nothing happened, papa, I promise. He was just weird.”

“Let him be weird to my Baby Blue one more time and I will show him exactly why your father was the undisputed Battle Nexus champion,” Splinter says. He cups Leo’s face and rubs his thumb over a striped cheek, as if he’d like to keep his son right there where no one had the capacity to hurt him. “Thank you for telling us. I’m so proud of you. I will actually kill him if he looks at you again.”

Leonardo smiles brightly, daddy’s boy of the family and glutton for attention that he is, those leftover dregs of anxiety in his eyes finally melting away.

“I think we should let dad kill him,” Donnie announces, eyes icy, tone flat.

“Nah,” Mikey says, disingenuously cheerful. “Next time we run into Liam I’m setting him the fuck on fire!”

“Language,” Raph scolds by rote, but his heart isn’t in it.

He can’t get that scene he walked in on back at the railyard out of his head. He can’t help thinking what if something worse had happened because I didn’t listen?

It feels like there’s a ghost in his chest, rattling his heart. He’s haunted by the what if.

——

After dinner, Leo looks at Raph meaningfully and points at the infirmary. Doctor Leo’s orders supersede all others, 100% of the time, so Raphael sighs and surrenders his controller to Mikey’s grabby hands without bothering to make the token argument. He keeps driving Princess Peach off the track anyway.

“Have you been stretching?” Leo says, feeling along Raph’s upper arm, where the muscles are visibly knotted. Even his careful touch hurts—that whole side of his body is tender with pain. Raph can’t help but flinch when his shoulder spasms and Leo hisses. “Shit, sorry, I know, I know it hurts. God, Raphie, you gotta say something before it gets this bad. I’m not afraid to bench you, big guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Raph says, amused by his little brother’s no-nonsense tone, warmed by the care Leo always takes with his family when they’re sitting in his infirmary and putting their hurts in his hands.

There’s nothing performative about him here. It’s just Leo, stripped of every false layer.

“Let’s try to massage it out,” Leo says, all his attention bent to the task. “Then we’ll apply heat.”

Raph hums, watching him work. His arm radiates pain, and he has to grit his teeth as Leo goes to work on the knots and the ache flares close to unbearable and wanes to a dull throb and then flares again.

“Hey,” Raph says before he can overthink it any more. “What would you have done if I didn’t see you and Liam?”

Leo pauses, but only for a split-second. He’s as good as cornered here, because there’s no way he’ll leave Raph when he’s in pain, and there’s nowhere to hide. Thankfully for Raph’s sanity, he doesn’t try to pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about, even if he takes a long moment to finally answer.

“Would’ve made Angie make me a Portal Promise to never be alone with him,” Leo admits. Flushing slightly, he mumbles, “It’s, uh, a thing we do—we both make portals, you know, so—it just means we have to keep that promise no matter what happens or what rules we have to break, and we won’t get in trouble later as long as we’re honest.”

Raph’s heart hurts. His little brothers are so sweet, and people exist in the world who would hurt them, and he has no idea how to reconcile that. He hates that both things could be true at the same time.

“Tello doesn’t need to be encouraged to stay away from people, and I’m pretty sure he can read my mind? But I would’ve told him anyway,” Leo goes on. “I tell him everything. I’d try to word it so he didn’t get angry enough to do something drastic, like, cut the brake lines on Liam’s Toyota Corolla. And I’d have to make it sound like you and I were on the same page, otherwise he’d go to you about it, and you’d—uh, be annoyed that I didn’t drop it, I guess.”

Getting impaled by the Krang hurt less than this, Raph thinks. He feels sick.

“Leo—”

“I know,” Leo says quickly, a little too loud. “I know that I don’t always take stuff seriously. It’s not your fault for thinking—you know. You didn’t do anything wrong, Raphie. I just gotta grow up.”

This kid, who—like the rest of them—has already matured well past his age, well before he should have had to. Who’s terrified of letting his family down, who has so much he thinks he needs to live up to. Any perceived failure weighs on him like the death penalty, and Raph knows he had a hand in that.

He needs to listen. Even when he’s aching and short-tempered. Even when Leo is talking around something that scares him. Maybe especially then.

“Can we make a deal?” Raph says, reaching up to hold Leo’s hands still under one of his own. Leo is staring hard at Raph’s plastron and doesn’t seem willing to lift his eyes for love or money, but he jerks his head in a nod. “Next time I’m not hearing you, and it’s something serious like today was serious, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

Leo’s mouth twists a bit. If it were for anyone else’s sake, he’d get in Raph’s face and make himself heard no problemo, but it’s an entirely different story when it’s his own safety in question. That part of Leo that wants to always rely on his brothers is constantly at war with the part that believes he’s not supposed to need anyone’s help anymore.

It would be impossible for him to plant himself like a tree and refuse to be budged and demand Raph’s attention if he thought for one second that it would make Raph angry at him.

“What if we came up with a code word?” Raph offers, squeezing Leo’s hands. “If I’m being a stubborn punk, you can tell me the code word, and I’ll listen, and I won’t get mad. Even if it turns out to be a mistake or a misunderstanding. Okay?”

He finally gets a peek of gold as Leo dares to make eye contact. He looks embarrassed, like they’ve made a huge deal out of this for no good reason, and hiding inside his shell until everyone promises to pretend like nothing happened is looking more tempting by the second.

But he’s Leo, their fearless leader. He stared down that portal into the prison dimension without flinching. If he can do that, he can do anything.

“What word?” he finally says.

“You pick,” Raph tells him.

A smile creeps onto Leo’s face, picking its way carefully across shaky ground.

“‘Goose’,” he suggests.

"‘Goose’ it is," Raph replies firmly, committing it to memory.

He lifts his good arm and drags his little brother into a solid hug, ignoring the twinge in his back and side. Leonardo scrambles to return the embrace, shoving his face against Raph’s unscarred shoulder and clinging for all he’s worth. Which is a lot. He’s worth so much.

Later, when Raph’s got the electric heating pad on his arm and he and Leo are watching TikTok compilations to pass the time, Mikey comes through the infirmary door at top speed, waving his phone above his head like a maniac.

“Look what Mondo sent me!” he shouts at full volume. “I put it in the group chat!”

The video shared in the Mad Dogz chat shows Liam being kicked out of the railyard, his bags tossed into the road. Sally is going off at him at the top of her lungs, and Hob is standing by with his arms folded like he’s fully ready to let her maul the guy, and the rest of the grown-up mutants are making it pretty clear with their body language that the goose isn’t welcome anymore.

“Dunno what they saw on the security cam, but they effin’ hated it,” Mondo says in the recording, unbothered by the absolute chaos unfolding in front of him. “Good riddance, Liam sucks. Oh, Mikester, Hob wants to know if you guys’ll be back in the Kitchen for Herman’s D&D oneshot on Saturday so he knows how much food to order. He said you should bring your dad around this time—as if we need another boring old man in the group, ugh. Anyway, let me know and I’ll pass it along, dude!”

A weight Raph hadn’t even realized he was still carrying melts off his shoulders. Leo huffs under his breath, a disbelieving little laugh.

“Can we go, Raphie?” Mikey asks with wide eyes. “Don worked so hard on all our character sheets. He even 3D-printed custom figurines.”

“My bard is going to carry this team,” Donnie says loudly from the next room, because he’s never met a private conversation he wouldn’t shamelessly listen in on.

It’s so important to the Mutanimals that their young friends feel safe with them, and here’s proof of that in Mikey’s hands. Raph doesn’t fully understand why they care, but he’s grateful that they do. It didn’t hit him until now how much it hurt to have the railyard taken away—and how relieved he is that they can go back, after all.

He squeezes the arm he still has around Leo’s shoulders, prompting his brother to look up at him.

“What do you say, Fearless?” he says warmly. “Your call.”

Raph’s listening this time.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #a team #my writing #tmnt fic #prompt #magicalspacedragon #this kind of went all over the place but im super out of it tonight unforch :(

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ilk-insolence · 2 years ago

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Raph Is A Great Strategist

Numerous times in the show Raph has shown to have a preference for straightforwardly punching his problems away rather than think up a more complex solution. Like how his immediate fix to getting Mayhem out of the mirror in Mystic Library was to punch everything in the bathroom but the mirror. However, when Raph understands the situation requires more in depth strategy, he’s shown to be an incredibly capable tactician.

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In nearly all the plot heavy episodes like Shadow of Evil, Many Unhappy Returns, and the season finales, Raph gets moments where he’s highlighted for his strategic thinking. In Insane in the Mama Train, he’s the one who figures out which eyeball-button goes to the front car with the dark armor, because “‘it was the only button [the Foot Clan] didn’t want me to press!’” [21:05]. He’s also the one who came up with the scheme to defeat all the (known) combatants in the train, with Leo specifically attributing Raph as the deviser during their mind meld [19:46]. In Many Unhappy Returns, after spending a single night waylaying the Shredder, Raph formulated a plan using all the tricks the team learned, seamlessly transitioning the mystic collar Leo acquired into it [19:53], to defeating the Shredder. Additionally, he’s repeatedly called for a retreat during fights, like in Shadow of Evil, Shreddy or Not (Finale pt 2), and the movie, when he can tactically recognize that a battle couldn’t be won. Each time, the show/movie implied that that was the right call, for the family to lose the fight but win the war.

And it’s not just that Raph is good at strategy when he’s pushed to be more serious; the show characterizes him as passionate about creating plans, he enjoys doing it. Literally in the first episode, Mystic Mayhem, after the turtles’ initial plan failed of getting Splinter out of the living room to touch his Do-Not-Touch Cabinet, Raph immediately started devising a new plan that involved “ten chickens [and] a gallon of rubber cement” [9:35]. It was convoluted, sure, and they didn’t end up using it, but it was inventive and the opposite of reluctant. This is also shown in Bug Busters, where Raph planned out dousing Mikey in honey to attract the oozequitoes [2:52]; Snow Day, with the idea to freeze Ghost Bear like in Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4; and Raph’s Ride-Along (and also Bad Hair Day), where Mind Raph created multiple schemes to get the criminals arrested. The show wouldn’t have made Raph be so creative with his plans if they were trying to characterize him as someone who didn’t like strategizing.

So does why Raph do stupid shit sometimes where he doesn’t think things through at all? Well, even though Raph is good at strategy and enjoys doing it, it’s clear his immediate impulse is still “punch the problem in the face”. In fact, all the turtle boys contain the fascinating dichotomy of being incredibly smart in some areas, and the dumbest teenagers alive in others. Just look at Donnie. It’s also how Raph is a loving protective older brother, and the guy who shoved Leo into a wall so hard he disappeared in one frame for shits and giggles (The Mutant Menace x). None of this means that Raph is bad at strategy though.

tldr: Yeah, Raph has a lot of dumb and, frankly, insane moments in the show, but he’s still an incredible tactician who’s plans consistently saved his family and sometimes the world. He's a great strategist.

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redsrooftopprincess · 8 months ago

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When do you think Raph makes love to you and when does he give it to you rough and make you whimper with your tongue out?

Hope this is okay, sorry it took so long. Asks are going sloooooowwwww.... 😅

Hot Blood

AFAB Fem Reader x Raphael

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Property Damage 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Raphael is a creature of extremes.

He's the biggest and the strongest on the street, and the softest when he hangs up his gear. He'll push you to the limit in the weight room like a god damn drill instructor, and then praise you and kiss away all your soreness the next morning.

When the two of you finally figure your shit out ("two years, we could have been doing this for TWO YEARS 😫"), you discover pretty quickly that that particular personality trait also extends to the bedroom.

There's is very little middle ground with him. Either he's worshipping you, or he's fucking you into the mattress, and there is no in between. "Casual sex" is something he's heard about, but he doesn't really understand. Like taxes. He gets that it's a thing that happens to other people, but he's pretty sure he's happier not knowing any more about it.

You certainly are.

In the beginning he treated you like you were made of glass. You pretty much had to do all the work until he was comfortable enough with the whole process, and more importantly, until he could be sure he wasn't going to hurt you.

Calloused hands, sliding rough against your soft abdomen, pulling shivers from your skin that you can feel within your fingertips. That same hand between your legs, pressing you against him as he moves in you. Giving as much to you as he is taking.

The quiet strength and precision reminding you, even in the moment, of the dichotomy that these same hands are capable of terrible things.

He had one rule about bringing work home: "Don't." He was never rough with you because he never wanted you to see that side of him. It's the same reason that, no matter how many times you begged, he wouldn't take you out on patrol.

Then you were mugged. We're not going to talk about what happened to the muggers, but it did involve an argument over how many bodies could fit in a trash compactor. It was decided after that you needed to at least learn how to defend yourself.

You'd started training and eventually became skilled enough that you convinced the boys to let you come out on patrol with them.

It had been a slow night, and the lot of you were just about ready to head back to the lair, much to Raphael's relief. He really didn't want you out here in the first place, but everyone else has been helping with your training, and they all seemed to think you were ready. He did too, he just wished you weren't so damn excited about it.

You were just looping back around towards the garage when an alert pinged on Donnie's watch.

"We've got Foot activity. Twelve blocks south."

You brightened up while Raph's stomach twisted. You spun and looked up at Leo.

"Can we go?" You asked excitedly.

He was hesitant, "Street thugs are one thing, (Y/N), but the Foot..."

"Please?"

He cringes, inhaling through his teeth.

Fine. We'll do this the hard way.

"Please? Please can we go? Please? Please Leo? Please? Please can we go? Please? Please? Please? Not gonna stop till you say yes. Please Leo? Please? Please? Plea-"

"OKAY FINE! "

"Yay!" You clap your hands and bounce like a five-year-old. Raph tenses as you make for the Southern edge of the rooftop.

Leo turns to Casey. "Is this what it's like having a little sister?"

"Yes." Casey replies deadpan, not looking at Leo, as he exhaustedly watches his sister parkour her way to the adjacent rooftop.

That was the night Raphael got a taste of how much you could take. There were a few sticky moments, but creativity and quick thinking got you out of them without issue.

At one point he stopped fighting entirely just to watch you, agape.

After the fight was over, and all the way back home, he was quiet. Not silent, he wasn't rude or off-putting, but he gripped your hand tightly, and said very little. You assumed he was upset about the fact that you were in the fight at all.

That night, after you were both cleaned up, you were sitting on the bathroom counter with him treating your split lip. He was still quiet.

He dabbed at your mouth with antiseptic, not meeting your eyes. You reached up and wrapped a small hand around his wrist to still his movements.

"Are you upset with me?" You asked. You were worried about this, that he would have a problem with you being out there. He never wanted you involved in this part of his life.

He twisted his hand to take your wrist and kissed it, still not looking at you. "No," he'd said softly, before returning the hand to your lap and finishing his work.

Five and a half minutes later, you were walking into your bedroom and he was closing the door behind you.

Once the lock engaged, he placed a hand on the seam between the door and the wall and remained with his back to you. You could see his deep breathing in the rise and fall of his carapace, and the muscles in his shoulders flexed with tension.

"Raph...?" You ventured, hesitantly.

He doesn't move.

"Listen, I know you said you're not upset, but I really feel like maybe we should talk about... oh."

He turned to face you, dark eyes almost flashing in the dim light, and he said nothing, but you could feel the seismic churr in your feet.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, "So... you're not mad, then."

"No..." he said, with his own hidden smile, tossing his towel in the corner without taking his eyes off of you, "not mad..."

This was new, the way he looked at you. Like you were an opponent he was sizing up. You felt his eyes scan over every inch of you. When you shifted your weight, his hands twitched, and you could almost feel them gripping your skin.

The way you fight is so unlike he and his brothers, even though they were the ones who taught you. They have the benefit of strength and size over many of their opponents, but you're fast, and you're clever.

He watched you lead three guys in a dance of such spectacular violence that they ended up bloody without you having to hand a single blow. And when you finally did connect, a smirk turned his lip at the memory and heat flooded his veins, that guy hit the ground hard.

Then you got hit, and he'd immediately taken a fist to the jaw as everything in his mind came to a screeching halt. You hit the ground almost in slow motion and he could smell the blood from your split lip.

Before he could even react, you'd swept that fucker's legs out from under him, and jumped on him, breaking his nose and slamming his head back onto the concrete twice.

Every breath was a bellows as he replayed the fight, watching you dance, and he could feel the blood in his veins boiling.

You didn't stop. You were brutal. Like a tiny whirlwind tearing through the alley. Once it was all over, you looked around, seeming almost disappointed that there were none left. And when you turned your eyes to him with that smug look of self satisfaction...

Fucking hell.

He strode the four steps to you, and you stood your ground, holding his gaze as he grabbed you by the ass and hoisted you up so that your legs were around his waist. He didn't brake stride as you were slammed against the wall and kissed hard.

Picture frames rattled against the wall, and you were vaguely aware of the sound of something shattering below you. His large hands gripped your thighs as he growled and ground himself into you. The realization that there would most likely be bruises later sent white fire spreading through your core.

You pushed off of the wall in a way he wasn't expecting and he stumbled back, falling into the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his waist and kissed him back just as hard before looking down at him with a wicked smirk at catching him off guard.

A shiver shot down your spine as his eyes narrowed. Before you could react, he hooked his hand under your leg and flipped you on to your stomach, the violent action sending something on the bedside table crashing to the floor. It almost knocked the wind out of you and you clenched around nothing as you landed with a loud grunt.

Reaching up to the waistband of your already soaked pajama shorts, he removed them in one fluid motion before lifting your ass up and pressing his tongue against your folds.

You gasped loudly as his churr reverberated through you. His tongue was relentless. This wasn't foreplay, you'd already done that bit in the alley, this was quick and dirty preparation and nothing more. You could feel his impatience in the way he rutted into the mattress, gripping you hard.

You nearly collapsed as your orgasm crashed over you, his bruising grip being the only thing holding you up.

Giving you no time to recover, he flipped you over, and ripped the drawer from the nightstand, grabbing a spare pocket knife as the drawer crashed somewhere out of sight. A flick of his wrist and your tank top was sliced open and torn from your body. He stopped for just a moment to look down at you, eyes on fire as he drank you in.

But it was just a moment. Lining himself up at your entrance, he buried himself inside you with a groan, before pumping in and out slowly a few times, until your body relaxed around him.

Once he felt you relax, the wicked smirk he gave you made you shiver. Hooking a leg over his hip, he began driving into you so hard the bedframe slammed against the wall. There was another shattering sound and the room was bathed in darkness as the lamp crashed to the ground.

You grabbed hold of the top lip of his plastron and hooked your other leg around his waist, before lifting yourself off the bed and riding him until he rolled both of you over so that you were on top.

Wrapping his hands around your waist, he held you aloft and fucked into you, and the sharp cries of pleasure that he ripped from you only spurred him on. You made a note to find a way to make patrol a regular thing, but that was your last conscious thought before he hit a spot so deep inside you you swear you saw stars being born.

You became a being of pure sensation, every powerful thrust sending you screaming further and faster toward your second release.

Head tipped back and veins in his neck bulging, he growled through clenched teeth. It rumbled through him like an earthquake, sending tremors through you that sent you into the stratosphere.

You didn't even have the presence of mind to warn him before liquid fire shot down your spine. You cried out as it tore through you, and you swear it felt like you were the star being born.

His grip tightened as you clenched around him and he followed suit, your name tearing from his throat in a roar as you milked him dry.

When you came down, you were both breathing hard, and gripping each other tightly. You remained in his lap and he pressed his forehead to yours, "You okay...?" He asked, nervously, "I didn't hurt you did I?"

You shook your head and couldn't help the soft laughter that escaped you, "No..." As you lifted your head and gazed up at him, the glare of early morning light against shattered glass caught your attention and you looked around. "Oh... Oh dear..."

You both took a moment to survey the carnage. It looked like a bomb went off. Shattered glass, ceramic, and splintered wood littered the carpet, there was a hole in the wall behind the bedframe, which was now crooked and probably fully broken, and there were no framed pictures left on the wall.

You met his eyes and he seemed afraid you were going to be mad. But how could you be mad? If this wasn't the best fucking metaphor for your relationship you'd ever come across.

He'd ruined your life completely, in the best possible ways.

You couldn't help it. You started laughing. And you couldn't stop. And then he joined in and you were both laughing with tears streaming down your faces and you kissed him. You kissed him like he's the last person you will ever kiss, and if you have your way he will be.

But that was a *later* conversation. Still is.

For now, your happy enough to just continue to let him be the best of both worlds.

....

You turn your back, you're a broken man

You come around and just dying to shake your hand

I don't expect you to understand

Just keep telling yourself there's no shame

They don't know 'bout who we are

They don't know 'bout you and I

They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes

Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

You wanna prove you're the better man

You wanna reach for the things that nobody can

Oh all you need is to break away, yeah

Just keep telling yourself there's no shame

They don't know 'bout who we are

They don't know 'bout you and I

They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes

Oh hot blood love is gonna get ya

Hot Blood, Kaleo

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tizeline · 5 months ago

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A few questions bc I can't sleep and am obsessed with your au

For the AU movie plot, would April, Splints, and Casey Jr's roles stay the same? Would Draxum be more involved?

Also, for the bad future, would Mikey be the reason they didn't get the key?

Would April be very involved in the bad future or would she die early on with Donnie?

Yeah April, Splinter and CJ have basically the same roles in the movie as they do in canon, at least from what I've planned so far. I don't think Draxum is gonna be around for the events of the movie? I did initally wanna involve him more, but a big part of the AU's events is Mikey freaking out about the entire situation, them being on the brink of an apocalyps, Donnie having captured and how Mikey's mistakes contributed to the terrible situation they've found themselves in. Mikey having his dad there would provide a source comfort and stability, but that would also remove some tension from the story, I think it's more interesting if Mikey has to deal with all of this mostly by himself. (Also it'll be pretty impactful when Draxum finally manages to meet back up with the rest of the family after the movie's events only to find out that his baby boy got turned into turtle pancake by the krang lmaooooo)

When it comes to the Key being fumbled, both Mikey and Donnie are honestly to blame for that. They're bickering constantly and instead of working together during missions they're constantly trying to out-do each other, which obviously just causes problems for everyone.

When it comes to the bad future, April dies pretty early on :( Since I'm keeping Casey Sr alive I gotta balance it out lmao. Also Donnie losing both April and Leo, the two people he's arguably closest to, kinda forces him to seek out comfort from Raph and Mikey which causes him to grow closer to them. Donnie also dies eventually of course, but it's several years into the apocalypse. I had initally planned for him to die either shortly before or after CJ was born, but I also want Donnie to have been the one who made CJ's prosthetic which means CJ had to have been a bit older, at earliest pre-teens of early teens or something idk.

#tiz sep au #tizel talk #rottmnt #tmnt

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phewgitoid · 1 month ago

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ON AND ON AND ON AND ON….

wyd when u and ur sibling start going 2 highschool and switch bodies one day????/ i mean ,, it cant get worse than this .pretend 2 be each other ,survive highschool .., easy, right?? freaky ahh friday ..

!!, HAII !!!! im feeling so joyous 2 be sharing an au ive been cooking up ..so heres my human ‘12 tmnt freaky friday au!!!!! :-33

4 context,, this is an au based off of the 2003 film ‘’ freaky friday ‘’ ,!!,so basically a body swap au,LOL. but body swapping wasnt interesting enough 4 me ,so now theyre human high schoolers ,…

this is SUCH a self indulgent au since its soo far from canon ,,also it was a really ‘in the moment’ type of feeling,so its by no means super planned out,. i didnt initially plan 4 it 2 be mikey & donnie focused ,but its how it turned out,,and i like it hehe .i could come up with a raph & leo plot,but its 2 be determined …,,,

,,,,,anywho, long story short, mikey and donnie switch bodies ,now suddenly fellow students are noticing that “mikey” is getting crazy good grades, , excelling in his classes and “donnie” is loud and outgoing and… .. … ,,wait…, involved in a band!???1?!2!

(in case theres confusion of whos who,, ill definitely make it clear through text color ..,orange text is mikey speaking,purple is donnie ! !)

#extra info:i wanted 2 make them rlly clearly different from my normal ‘12 human designs #so i hope i captured that lolz..#LONG ASS POST OHH MY GAH sry my ddudes<//3 #i need ideas 4 a name guh….#tmnt au #tmnt 2012 au #tmnt human au #tmnt human designs #art

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qoldenskies · 5 months ago

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i have like. such mixed feelings on the medic leo headcanon, coming from someone that has used it in pretty much all of his work so far. me and the medic leo headcanon are in an off-and-on relationship and every time i think we're done for good its outside my door with a boombox in the pouring rain and i feel like i hate myself a little when i take it back. it fucks like a champ though which makes it KIND OF worth it

cause like. i really think its an implementation thing that frustrates me more than anything else. to give leo a special THING feels like it disregards such a core facet of his character, that being that he doesn't have one and he feels like the others do. "face man" feels like overcompensating. initially, "leader" feels like too much, and it feels like something he TOOK from raph. there's really an implication that he feels like his brothers are SOMETHING without him, but he's NOTHING without them, and he directly states the second part. (so he overcompensates and acts like they do need him)

i think to make this an early-in-his-life practice kind of throws that out the window. leo taking this up when he's young doesnt fit him, i dont think, especially because i see him as a very.... high wisdom low intelligence kind of character. good street smarts terrible book smarts, and that's kind of apparent by him being so clever and intuitive while also taking stupid dares and making actively reckless decisions to look cool lmao. he would swallow a whole bottle of shampoo because mikey told him to and then be confused why he's in the medbay and raph is yelling at him like ten minutes later

HOWEVER. i think it is a very good way to explore some of the nuances of him that actually MAKE him a good leader, once he steps into that role. leo is a people person. he knows his family, he pays attention to them, he knows how to manipulate them and it would make him a diligent eye in the field. things dont get past him and it makes it hard to hide when theyre in pain from him. he's the most likely to be like "cool, i dont give a fuck" when they try to dismiss injuries. he'll happily make it an argument if he has to; he'd be as stubborn as a mule when it comes to their well-being, and he's more calculative than he looks, which means raph and donnie's usual tactics of dismissal and deflection hit a wall when he puts his foot down on something.

so really i just go out of my way to not make it something EXCLUSIVE to him when its included (and i always go out of my way to make it recent, because why would they have a designated medic who they already know to go to when the concept of crime-fighting was NEVER something they thought would really happen?). it makes the most sense to be something that STARTED with donnie, considering he refers to resuscitating piebald as "my science"; medicine is included in the field of what he enjoys and invests in. donnie is a jack of all trades in anything he can get his grubby little hands on, but ive always seen him as squeamish, which gives a good reason for leo to get involved.

but i think leo would always underestimate his capability despite lots of hands-on experience, even though hands-on is literally how he learns instead of reading books and studying like donnie does. no matter how diligent and practiced he is in the field, he's still not exclusive in it, and it doesnt feel like something that IS a big thing to him. so he can do a few stitches, big deal. donnie and splinter can already do that! who cares? raph and mikey probably could too if they actually paid attention to any of donnie's yap-sessions. no matter how much he boasts about how much they need their cool brother to patch them up, he doesn't believe it, even as he gets better and better and better.

it also gives him the opportunity to really come to face how meaningful it actually is, and to be appreciated for that, especially if donnie is out of commission and he actually gets to utilize that strength. doomed timeline angst potential right there.

#personal #rottmnt #just me thinking out loud lmao #also i usually make splinter good at what amounts to like. field medic skills #because of battle nexus trauma. he's had to patch himself up before #and raph probably also helped take care of them before he got too big that made it dangerous #cause he got clumsy

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up-the-anti · 4 months ago

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mm bros hcs because i dont wanna do my homework

donnie the typa kid to hear someone sneeze/cough in class and whip his head around to stare at them for 5 seconds before returning to his work

>> like that one "people dont even say bless you anymore they just stare at you like this" thats him.

leo never kills spiders but is terrified of them, he'll be screaming the whole time while getting a piece of paper and a cup to safely and gently relocate it outside

donnie hates flies (semi canon because according to his va it was an outtake from the movie)

mikey is the least scared of bugs out of all of them he can straight up pick up and throw a millipede out the window with his bare fingers no sweat.

leo is really good at skiing when they first try it but cannot ice skate for his life

>> speaking of winter sports leo and donnie are the skiers and raph and mikey are the snowboarders in their group i dont make the rules

mikey can recreate fonts really well with his handwriting

raph gets a job in customer service because mikey bet him $20 that he wouldn't be able to land one; then donnie bets him $20 that he wouldn't be able to hold his job for a week

>> subsequently raph develops an uncharacteristically sweet, fake, slightly dead Customer Service Voice™ and he uses it to deeply disturb his brothers

>>>> donnie gets his $20

leo writes LONG ASS yearbook messages when people ask him to sign im talking 2 full pages small handwriting long

mikey can shuffle playing cards like a god

raph is weirdly good at basic mental math, autism be damned that boy can long divide

>> "bro whats 232 x 4" "928" "how the fuck did you know that" "idk"

donnie religiously plays nyt games, he and april go head to head in wordle and strands on the daily

mikey is double jointed on everything and flaunts it to gross donnie and leo out

where raph playfully hits/punches while goofing around, donnie pinches and it hurts

mikey always has weird ass vivid dreams and donnie is always the first to hear about them. its routine because he has somehow never forgotten a single dream he has had

they are the last 4 standing in eastman's senior assassin and the whole school (even non-players) get insanely invested because who doesnt wanna find out which of the 4 NINJA who LIVE with each other come out on top

>> donnie is the first out because the safeties get too ridiculous and he doesnt gaf anymore, raph snipes him in his room from behind during a gaming twitch stream

>>>> leo gets eliminated next because mikey knew he'd hide out at aprils house the whole time

>>>>>> mikey ultimately crowned the winner because he pays casey $10 to reveal raphs location

leo was the tallest brother by far until raph had a growth spurt at around 12

raph eats straight up heads of lettuce over the sink like an apple sometimes and no one knows why

>> hes a turtle after all (?)

leo hates shit talking/gossiping because he feels bad about it but accidentally ends up doing it anyway and hes so unintentionally good at it just because of how honest he is

>> hes genuinely talking about someone else from the bottom of his heart like "omg i hope she gets the help she needs ☹️" and everyones like "LMAOOO"

based on my animation they did so many fuckass prank calls before the events of the movie while they were still confined to the sewer

>> mikey has the most creative diabolical call ideas but cracks up during execution

>>>> surprisingly, its leo that has the widest range of insane accents and control over his laughter so they always end up handing the phone to him whenever they want to pull one off successfully

they dressed up as each other for halloween once by just switching their masks, weapons, and belts

mikey is a crazy history nerd. can tell you all about how the han-xiongnu wars influenced the balance of power in the eastern hemisphere but not what he ate for dinner yesterday

leo is involved in at least ten secret santas/gift exchanges every christmas

raph shouts wrong kahoot answers in class

>> guesses but somehow always makes it in the top 5

donnie and raph can do a shit ton of pen spinning tricks because their weapons translate kinda well, heavy on raph

mikey does that one thing in jenga where you take a single block from the very bottom really fast so the whole tower shifts down but stays standing, everyone thinks it'll fall but every single game he somehow pulls through

they are all super polite to customer service workers but you will not catch them tipping

>> donnie at the register staring the cashier in the eyes as he presses no tip while saying "thank you so much"

#mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tottmnt #tales of the tmnt #tmnt 2023 #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt #need to animate them with that one group chat clip where one of thems like #“we should call a hearing center as an old person and keep saying we can't hear them”#and then “we should call an optometrist and say we can't see them” “where are you”

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angelpuns · 6 months ago

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50au part 31

After one big explanation, Leo finally felt like he was caught up.

Well, not really.

Because even though everything was fixed, everyone was still acting weird Around him. Except for Dad, who had disappeared after making sure he was okay and Leo hadn't seen him since. He was almost relieved that someone was acting normal, cause his brothers sure weren't.

Mikey asked for hugs a lot - which wasn't weird in itself - but then he kept asking Leo if it was really okay, if he was hugging too tight.

Which- of course it was okay! He loved getting a Mikey hug! So he just said it was fine and squeezed Mikey back tightly and pretended it wasn't as weird as it was.

Raph was being weird too. Even weirder than he had been. After the invasion, once Leo was all healed, it had been months of Raph avoiding him, of Raph not wanting to look at him. Leo had set him off on purpose once just so Raph would yell at him and it had ended in tears and a long, long talk about why Raph was acting that way.

And even though things had been getting more normal….Leo wasn't sure this was a step in the right direction.

Raph wouldn't hug him at all - he'd barely even touch Leo without asking. Every accidental brush or hesitant pat on the shell was accompanied with an apology.

Every time Leo would ask for a hug - because maybe he wanted a Raphie hug goddamnit! - Raph would avoid it by giving him a light pat on the shell and a weird, half hug.

It was actually starting to piss Leo off.

Donnie was the weirdest though. He wouldn't even speak to Leo, save for when he said he hoped Leo wasn't lying. And that was nearly a week ago now.

Leo’s leg was doing much better, and while Mikey had briefly explained what Donnie had said happened, Leo caught the way Donnie was watching him.

Wary, like maybe Leo was going to find out some sort of hidden truth there.

So who's to say if that story was true or not. Leo didn't like the idea that they were lying to him, that Donnie was lying to him. He was always confused enough, he didn't need this extra layer of lies clouding Hus mind.

That was the other thing, even though Donnie wouldn't speak to him, he seemed to be keeping track of Leo's whereabouts. He'd pop his head into Leo's room without a word, or just glance into the kitchen when Leo was grabbing a snack.

It was fucking weird. It was all too fucking weird.

So Leo did what Leo did best. He started snooping around.

Donnie didn't leave his lab often these days, unless it was for a meal, a hangout session or if he was asleep.

Thankfully, Donnie didn't seem to be getting a ton of sleep during the curse, so he was nearing the prime snooze time.

Leo snuck along the halls as quietly as he could, his limp much less debilitating now that he was resting. His brothers had explained that he'd been running around and trying to fight them a few times, even after the injury, so that explained why healing was being such a bitch this time around.

Even though he couldn't imagine running from his brothers, he guessed the reaction wasn't entirely impossible. He probably would have done the same if a stranger showed up in their lair and was telling him he was actually cursed to be a turtle and he was a human the whole time. Yeah, that would be pretty fucked up. He'd probably get a little rowdy In that situation.

Leo peeked his head into the lab, the door being open a good sign.

“ Donnie? You here?” He whispered, voice carrying into the echo-y lab.

Thankfully, there was no answer. Alright, time to get some answers on what had really happened during this curse.

It wasn't as if he didn't trust his brothers, but they were all acting too fucking weird for it to have been as cut and dry as they said. Draxum, who had also apparently been involved, had only really explained what they did to get rid of it. Which, frankly, Leo didn't really understand all that well either.

Something about cleansing his memories? He didn't really get that, but Mikey had said it was a bunch of mystic nonsense, that they had gotten rid of the entire curse without any issue. And then he and Draxum had shared a weird look and Leo decided he didn't actually want to know.

He could assume that there had been some sort of memory spell involved. And that yeah, they probably had to see some of his memories to…to cleanse them.

But he trusted his family. Maybe it had all been surface level stuff. Like the Shredder fight, or fighting Draxum that first time, or something like them completing the Death Maze at Hueso’s. Stuff they'd all seen too, all had their own versions of.

And not something like- well, if anything he knew Donnie would keep them from seeing anything from his time in the Prison Dimension.

Because Leo had done the good thing and had talked to his twin about it. Like with serious faces and everything. He had actually had a serious and real sit down conversation about something that was bothering him and hey- big shocker! Donnie had actually listened!

It just- it wasn't really worth sharing With his brothers. They'd been through enough, and telling them what had happened inside the prison dimension…he didn't want to make things worse for everyone.

Even so, something was going on. And Leo knew Donnie had cameras riddled throughout the lair.

He slid the lab door shut and gingerly walked around the stacks of paper and machinery littering the floor, his focus on the desk and the computer. It was off, which meant it was probably locked, but Leo had a great memory for passwords. And Donnie never changed his password.

Also, he'd literally watched Donnie type it in two weeks ago when he thought Leo wasn't paying attention. So there was also that.

He typed it in with ease and pumped his fists excitedly when it worked, hissing out a quiet ‘ yes!’ that bounced off the walls back at him.

Leo quickly minimized all of Donnie's tabs and got to work searching his files. Thankfully, Donnie loved to label these things as accurately as possible.

Under security cameras, in a file marked with last week's date, he found what he was looking for. Folders upon folders of footage, all labeled with the date and what room they were taken in.

Leo had seen the security footage before. Donnie loved to pull up embarrassing things Leo had done in the common areas, or use recorded moments to win arguments. So it was a little surprising when he spotted a new folded that was labeled ‘ Leo's room’.

Funny, because he hadn’t seen a camera there before.

He opened it and skimmed the thumbnails. It was a whole lot of his empty room, or him Sleeping. There was a weird one with him just staring at the camera, and another with him sleeping and Splinter standing in the doorway watching him - which would have been weirder if Splinter hadn't done that exact thing back when he was stuck in the med bay.

But there was another, at the bottom, that made his blood run cold.

The thumbnail was blurry, but the figures were definitely him and Donnie. Fighting.

He shouldn't watch it, he knew he shouldn't watch it, but Leo wanted to know the truth. and if this was why Donnie was acting so fucking weird.

So, he clicked on it and the video opened in a new window, the footage auto playing. It was silent, which Leo would soon be grateful for.

There was a bit where nothing happened. Donnie was adjusting the camera and talking, probably rambling about something or other, and Leo was watching him.

It was weird seeing himself on camera like this. Tense, like a spring ready to be sprung at a moment's notice. But sitting on the been and so clearly pretending to be calm.

Then something happened. Donnie was still rambling, but Leo had slumped forward, head lolling around like he’d fallen asleep.

In a moment he was awake again, blinking and glancing around the room in confusion. Until his gaze landed on Donnie.

Leo stopped and stared at him with a feeling Leo knew well. Ice cold fear.

Unmasked and unwilling to pull back with the knowledge that that was his brother he was looking at.

Donnie suddenly turned and stopped when he saw Leo, likely realizing far too late what had happened. He stopped to check his wrist tech and Leo could only stare as this video version of him calculated what to do. His swords were gone. There was nowhere to run.

Leo watched himself as he did what any Leo would do next.

He launched himself at Donnie and started attacking him. Donnie was strong, so Leo didn't doubt that he could fight him off, but still felt himself grow nauseous at the sight.

Because Leo knee himself too well. Be knew if he was in any real danger, if he was cornered like that he wouldn't be holding back. If he didn't know any better, he would-

He forced himself to keep watching. Eyes glued to the screen as Leo himself punched his twin and screamed at him.

He was so grateful the video didn't have audio. He didn't want to know what he was shouting.

Because he knew himself too well.

He knee himself far too well.

Donnie finally managed to grab- was that a gun - and shot Leo in the neck with it.

Leo grabbed at the spot, but it felt normal, if a little tender.

He collapsed on the screen and Donnie just…just stared at him for a long time.

Leo shut the video off after that. He shut it off and he closed the file. He didn't want to watch anymore.

His brothers weren't being weird because they were..were pitying him, which was his first thought. They were scared of him.

Leo didn't think of himself as scary, but he was suddenly afraid of the Leo on that video. Because even though he did know himself too well, he didn't know what that Leo might do if he was cornered. If he was confronted with strangers in his home trying to explain to him that they were his family.

He could think of a few things and none of them were pretty. None of them were friendly or kind or even funny. Not ways he should be treating his brothers.

Leo let out a shuddering sigh and turned the computer off. He made his way slowly to the door of the lab, worrying the edge of his hoodie between his fingertips.

He didn't know what he was going to do.

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A little drama before the end :) a treat for me mostly

Part 1 | Part 30 | Part 32

#rottmnt #art #fanart #digital art #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fanart #comic #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt comic #rottmnt art #50au #rottmnt 50au #fanfic #fanfiction

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dreamweave01 · 3 months ago

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Did you ever say what happened in mikeys timeline?

I've mentioned some things a couple times, but I don't know if I've every actually given an actual rundown like I did for the other three, so allow me to do that real quick!

Basically, when the turtles were little baby tots, sweet Miguel was the only brother who survived the explosion of Baron Draxum's lab. Due to this, he grew up as an only child of Splinter's.

It was a bit of a lonely experience, but luckily, he became close friends with a human girl named April O'Neil!

The two were practically siblings; they did absolutely everything together. And if there was one thing they had in common, it was a shared sense of justice.

So when they saw poor Mayhem being chased by those two thugs? They had to run in and help.

For the most part, his timeline is preeettyyy similar to the show. The biggest changes are that a.) he didn't have his brothers with him. And b.) most of the villains weren't actually inherently bad. They just didn't know what else to do.

Like Draxum for example. He was a warring warrior scientist after all, but it was all to protect his fellow Yokai. Mikey helped show him that humans weren't the crooks Drax had made them out to be.

And the Shredder event? Boy, was that a pain in the neck. Meeting Gram-Gram and then losing her all in a couple of days was the moment when Michelangelo realized how desperate he was to have the family he lost.

Mikey unlocked his ninpo, and with help from his friends, was able to defeat the Shredder and save both New York and the Yokai City.

It was also the event that finally changed Big Mama, who made up for her past mistakes.

Now, the lair was destroyed, and while Mikey and Splints were planning on just crashing at Barry's place, Big Mama was having non of that, having the three of them stay with her at the Grand Nexus Hotel.

It was also when human-yokai relations started up, something that Michelangelo jumped head first to get involved in.

At this point in time, life couldn't have been better.

And then, in Mikey's mystic studies he was doing with Draxum, he found out about the multiverse. Curious to learn more, he attempted a simple spell that would project his mind to a realm where he could visually see all of the timelines.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

But when he felt an odd sort of energy, it drew his attention away to three other timelines.

That was the moment he found his brothers.

If you were to ask him how he found Leo, Raph, and Donnie, he would tell you that it was like someone had taken him by the hand and had gently led him to them. In fact, in the moment, Mikey was almost certain someone else was there with him. Something mystic that was all too familiar. . .

Of course, it was all so new to him that he was probably just imagining things.

Probably.

#asks open #rottmnt au #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt #separated au #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months ago

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Your Wedding (Fluff)

Children Series

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: It’s time to add another one. I don’t know how common it is to get married at the town/city hall in other countries, but here it’s pretty common. It’s the cheaper option, and is often chosen by those that want to get married, but not in any religion. Some days you can sit outside of Copenhagen town hall, and just watch one couple go in after the other. That was actually how my cousin and her husband got married, and my father and my stepmother. Anyway, here you go💜

Warnings: None💜

You and Donnie were the third of the turtles and their partners to get married. Having just witnessed Leo and his girlfriend become husband and wife and welcome their first child, and Raph and his girlfriend prepare for the birth of their first child, all while Mikey and his girlfriend got married, hoping soon to have a child of their own, you and Donnie decided to get married before you got pregnant.

Donnie didn’t propose to you like his brothers had proposed to to their partners. Instead the two of you spoke about it, as you laid in bed, cuddling one evening, telling each other just what you were thinking, and how badly both of you wanted to be able to call each other husband and wife. None of you felt like you could do what Raph and his girlfriend was doing at that point, and simply just call yourself husband and wife. No, you actually wanted to get married. It didn’t have to be big. It didn’t have to involve much. You just wanted something, so that you felt legitimately married.

The wedding itself was a very mild and calm affair. With Donnie holding a key to the city, the city hall pulled a few strings, allowing you and Donnie to get married in a room away from the other couples that was supposed to get married at the town hall. Just like any quick wedding at the town hall, it was very small and low effort. You hadn’t even bothered getting a white dress, deciding just to go with one in your favorite color and a few flowers. You only had very few witnesses for your wedding - Splinter and your own parents.

You and Donnie had decided to focus all your effort and attention on the celebration after the wedding itself, as you, Donnie, Splinter and your parents went to the lair together, were the rest of yours and Donnie’s families and friends were waiting for you with drinks and dinner. It wasn’t until you and Donnie entered the lair, that people stood ready, throwing rice at the two of you.

You and Donnie saw the dinner as the true celebration, and the true highlight of your wedding. It was a lot of fun with all the other wedding traditions you usually would hear about - the two of you cutting cake out together (in this cake a smaller cake Mikey and his wife had made for you), and a small dance floor for those who felt like celebrating with dance (who in this case mainly was baby Romeo, who refused to let Leo and his wife pick him up). But truly, it was just as fun and memorable as you and Donnie had wanted it to be.

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mythicalninjas · 6 months ago

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@thedl2912 It's been years ago (literally) since you sent this prompt. I hope you're still interested to read what I've written and it is an ask of apologises 🥲 MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Rate/Warnings: SFW, holidays with family, celebration, boys with their crushes

Let's be honest: they’d cobble together a “tree” out of random sewer junk, decorate it with makeshift ornaments, and exchange gifts they made themselves. Splinter told them stories of Japanese winter traditions.

They embraced Christmas movies and made it a tradition to have a pizza feast while exchanging small but thoughtful gifts. As adults, the brothers celebrate with a mix of their old traditions and new ones involving friends.

The lair is decked out with real decorations (thanks to April!), and they exchange gifts in a Secret Santa style to make it fair for everyone. No one is left from their family celebration!

Leonardo

As the oldest, Leo took it upon himself to make Christmas feel special for everyone, even when resources were scarce. He’d create small paper ornaments for their "tree" (usually a pile of junk) and try to teach his brothers Christmas songs. His wish list was practical even as a kid—books, training equipment, or a sturdy toy sword;

He tried to uphold family traditions while dealing with his teenage angst. He secretly saved up to give meaningful gifts to his brothers, such as repairing Donnie’s gadgets or crafting a new weapon for Raph. His wish list expanded to include things like martial arts manuals, music that helped him focus, or items that symbolized his leadership (like a notebook or a decorative katana stand);

Leo organizes the festivities, ensuring everyone gets time to celebrate together. With his crush (you), in the mix, he’s more mindful of personal touches in gifts. He’d give you a thoughtful book, or and a beautiful handcrafted ornament. BUT of course, after the family celebration, he would take you to the Empire State Building to watch the sunrise;

For him, the most beautiful view is you;

His wish lis? The leader would likely include items related to meditation, strategy games, or maybe a simple but heartfelt gift from someone special;

Raphael

Oh, boy. His grumpy face wouldn't help;

"Why is Raph mad?" Casey asked to Mikey, both eating a plate of pizza slice and turkey on the other side of the main space while watching the red-clad turtle;

"Mad? That's his every-day face." Mikey answered naturally;

Baby Raph had a love-hate relationship with Christmas as a kid. He’d grumble about the lack of gifts but secretly made handmade "weapons" for his brothers out of scrap materials. His wish list was all about action—nunchucks, toy weapons, or something adventurous like a kite (even if it wouldn’t fly in the sewers).

As he grows up, our Raph leaned into the "too cool for Christmas" vibe but secretly loved the holiday. He’d participate in his brothers’ antics, like decorating or gift exchanges, while acting indifferent. His gifts were usually practical or funny—he might’ve given Donnie extra screws for his inventions or Mikey a gag gift. Wish list at older age? Leaned toward punching bags, workout gear, or rock band merch.

As an adult, he is still rough around the edges but shows more appreciation for the holiday. He’s likely to make something personal for his friends, like a DIY repair kit for Casey’s gear or a leather bracelet for his crush. Fitness-related items, cool motorcycle accessories, or something handmade by his loved ones.

You here? PERFECT. He might have an angry face, but it doesn't make you step away. And that blush on his big cheeks when you give him simples touches (HEHEHEHEHSJWISNSKSNSJDK) YOU LOVE THAT. Big teddy bear on ACTION;

Michelangelo

Everybody knows that Mikey is the most excited about Christmas, treating it as an excuse to have fun and spread cheer. He made lopsided decorations out of junk and insisted on singing carols, no matter how off-key.

He doesn't care about his age. Give this boy toys, comic books, art supplies, new flying skateboards, an update for his knuchakos (have no idea how to write his japanese weapon correctly) but, mainly among all of it, PIZZAS. BOXES OF PIZZAS. Anything what can make him feel GREAT! MIKEY happy, family happy!

Ngl Mikey was the one who turned Christmas into a party, convincing his brothers to play games, watch movies, and eat pizza. The family celebration wasn't that exciting before his happiness change everthing. He gave hilarious, heartfelt gifts like drawing portraits of his family or prank items for Raph. He ensures Christmas is a joyful celebration for everyone. He bakes cookies, organizes games, and makes handmade gifts like a scrapbook for April or a painted helmet for Casey. For his crush, he might craft a whimsical piece of art (of himself or of his crush. Maybe both together ;3). He is THE own Michelangelo reencarned!

Want a nice celebration? Call Mikey, the party maker! The only who can bring happiness to reallity!

"All I want for Christmas iiisss... youuuu" He sings, pointing at you.

You chuckled.

*The song beat starts*

The orange-clad turtle kept on: "I don't want a lot for Christmas. There ir one just thing I need-And Iiiiiiii"

"Don't care about the presents underneath Christmas tree. I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace (ah)"

You two dance a lot, soon Leo, April, Donnie, Casey and Vernon join.

"Why don't you join them, my son?" Master Splinter asks softly, looking up at Raphael.

He crossed his arms over his big chest. "Don' know. No mood."

Splinter only lifts an eyebrow

Raph sighs. "Okay. But ya will join too."

Splinter smiles.

Donatello

Your beloved nerd would have been fascinated by the lights and mechanics of Christmas. He spent most of his time trying to engineer blinking lights or tiny motors for ornaments (by Mikey's ideas). He would search for information about this special celebration date and tell every single of them to you.

Of course you are interested!

His wish list, since we was a boy, was full of tech: batteries, screwdrivers, or wires to tinker with. Tech guy, tech stuff! Oh, boy... He does love it!

As a teen, Donnie improved his skills becaming the family’s Christmas tech guru, rigging up makeshift string lights and mini projects to wow everyone. He loved gifting his brothers functional gadgets or tech-enhanced weapons. His wish list was predictable—parts for his inventions, rare tech manuals, or a new soldering iron.

He still brings the tech magic to Christmas. He might build a personalized gadget for April, a hockey puck tracker for Casey, or a thoughtful, techy gift for his crush. His wish list is the nerdiest of them all: microchips, rare circuit boards, or a subscription to a science magazine.

"Did you know that the red suit Santa Claus wears today has its origins in the work of several artists, including: Thomas Nast, Haddon Sundblom-"

You grinned "Clement Clarke Moore and Saint Nicholas Myra. But there are a few others, right?"

"Yeah! Like Norman Rockwell and J.C. Leyendecker. Also, did you know that before Coca-Cola's advertisements, Santa was depicted in a variety of ways, including as a gnome or in different colored suits?"

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donatello #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt 2014 #tmnt raph 2016 #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #april o'neil

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luckycharms1701 · 1 year ago

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*leans over well, and whispers over it* Have you ever thought about mikey during mating season?? I would love to hear your thoughts on it… (I’m very normal about the thought of it)

who, me??? think about mikey during mating season? i would never

so anyway, here are some thoughts about how bay mikey is during mating season

needless to say this is a little (a lot) spicy 🌶️ , reader beware. seriously, i did not hold back

Mikey is a little unpredictable during his season. Sometimes he’s whiny and needy. Sometimes he’s a smooth motherfucker who gets you where he wants you without you even noticing. Sometimes he can’t think about anything but sex. Sometimes he just wants to cuddle. Mostly it's a little of everything.

The number one thing for Mikey during his season is you. Before you were in the picture, mating season was a miserable time for Mikey. Now that he has you, he can’t believe how much better it is. He even looks forward to it! Because it means you will be with him as often as you possibly can. So he is Super Clingy, to the point where he often just has to be touching you in some way, sexual or not.

He spends hours trying to prepare you for what is to come when you agree to this the first time. (He still asks. Every year.) Leo and Donnie help him with a presentation and everything. Raph doesn't help with the presentation, but he's there when it happens, to help you interpret when Mikey goes a little off script. It's the most serious you've ever seen Mikey be.

Mikey does NOT like to share when it’s his season, unless it’s with you. You need to take him somewhere private because he suddenly decides that everything, including his brother’s belongings, is his. One of the earliest indicators that he’s in season is when he snarls at someone for picking up a slice of pizza. It’s always a slice of pizza, the first time. And when you’re involved it’s all bets off. No one can even look at you without him staring them down.

Okay. Okay. This mans? Has stamina like you've never seen before. ALL of his energy? Is focused on you. You will never be as satisfied as you are when it’s mating season. Mikey loves giving oral, and when he’s lucid he will spend as much time as you’ll let him between your thighs. He especially enjoys the noises you make when he fucks you with his tongue.

When he’s not lucid? Well. Sometimes, especially when it’s early in his season, Mikey enjoys the chase. He’ll stalk you through wherever the two of you have holed up, calling for you with a smirk. He catches you, divests you of one piece of clothing, then lets you go to continue the chase. You’ll occasionally put on a lot of layers to tease him. The longer the chase, the more excited he gets, the better the sex is.

Mikey will let you know he’s ready by lightly biting your shoulder. He’ll just kind of hold his teeth there, waiting for you to give a signal that you’re ready. He’ll take a verbal confirmation, but Mikey likes it best when you start stripping him as an answer. If he’s already naked, he wants you writhing and pulling him close, showing him that you’re desperate for him. Your neck and shoulders are always covered in mottled bruises when mating season is over.

He starts slow. Mikey wants to be gentle with you, wants to make sure you enjoy this. But every time, his hormones take over, and he can get a little rough. As time goes on, the gentle periods get smaller and farther between. However, he never draws blood, never actually hurts you. (Leo worked with him relentlessly until even when he’s working on nothing but instinct he won’t hurt you. Mikey asked him to do this.) Unless you ask him to, that is. Then all bets are off.

Mikey is the king of nicknames, but not when it’s mating season. Then he always, always uses your name. Sometimes it’s as if he can’t believe you’re here. Sometimes he’s desperate for you, only you. Your name is whispered in your ear and shouted to the heavens. The only other thing he calls you? “Mine.” He’s unsurprisingly quite loud when he fucks you, churrs and chirps and growls and moans echoing around you.

He’ll take you wherever and whenever. Up against a wall, bent over a table, you kneeling on the couch while he stands behind you. Hell, if nothing convenient is nearby he’ll pick you up and hold you against him while he fucks into you. But Mikey is sweet (and vanilla) at heart. His favorite position is always with you laying in bed so that he can stare into your eyes and watch when you come.

When mating season is over, you won’t have to lift a finger. Mikey cleans the area and very gently cleans you. He takes care of your bruises. He makes sure you’re fed and hydrated. He airs the place out. If you even look like you might want something, he’s there asking what you need. “You took such good care of me angel, let me take care of you too.”

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

#tmnt #bayverse mikey #bayverse mikey x reader #theory tag #mating season #*bangs pots and pans together*#GOOD MOOOOOORNING MIKEY WELL #COME GET Y’ALL JUICE #thank you anon-chan for this #hope you enjoy

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defectivevillain · 23 days ago

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point of no return

pairing: Donatello/Reader

the reader's pronouns are he/him. race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used (aside from a quick height mention, which I've explained below)

summary: “Wait, you were in Donnie’s room?!” Mikey exclaims, his eyes wide. “And he let you live?” “Um……. yeah,” you say awkwardly, feeling as if you’re admitting to something you shouldn’t. “Why?” Comprehension passes across Leo’s face as he hears his brother’s surprise. “He doesn’t even let us in there,” Leo says pointedly. Mikey and Leo exchange a look, almost having a silent conversation through eye contact alone.

word count: 4.8k | ao3 version | donnie playlist

author's notes: Rise!Donnie is 5’3, supposedly. WHICH MEANS… That’s right. I have self-indulgently made the reader taller than him, because I am taller than him. The reader’s a college student and it’s implied that the brothers are the same age.

and i wrote the turtles’ ages in accordance with one of the older series. some loser on ao3 threw a hissy fit about it so now i’m warning y’all, ig.

otherwise, no warnings i can think of. enjoy! <3

(and shoutout to @firefly-graphics for the dividers... had to download this purple one for donnie mwahahhah)

“He’s perfect,” Donnie breathes, watching as you head to the kitchen to clean up their dishes from dinner. You’ve been a close friend to the brothers for a few years now, ever since you stumbled upon them on the surface. They had expected you to be scared of them—maybe even call the police—but instead you only directed them to the new pizza place they were looking for. You became fast friends after that; you’re a regular feature at the hideout now.

The mystery and enigma surrounding you disappeared for Leo, Raph, and Mikey as they got to know you. But somehow, Donnie is still just as fascinated by you as he was when you first met. Raph still remembers the awestruck expression on his face, the way his eyes darted around your form and never seemed to stop. His brother hadn’t stopped talking about you after that, musing on what your favorite Star Wars movies were—on account of the shirt you were wearing that night—and which video games you played. He was, to put it kindly, completely insufferable. Raph recalls the first time you came to the hideout—and the panicked flurry Donnie fell into as he cleaned his room at least six times.

Raph likes to think his brother has relaxed a bit since then, but moments like this prove him wrong. Donnie is still gushing about you. It’s ridiculous (and, secretly, a bit amusing). Raph just shakes his head in disbelief as Donnie continues talking about you as if you aren’t right on the other side of the wall. “A perfect specimen!” he maintains.

“No one’s perfect, D,” Leo reminds him with a friendly nudge to his shoulder.

“But he is,” Donnie maintains with complete sincerity. He clasps his hands and bats his eyelashes in a dramatic gesture.

“Well, maybe don’t call him a specimen,” Raph says lightly. “He’s our friend, remember.”

“I know that,” Donnie snaps, his expression souring. “It’s just scientific inquiry. Relax.”

Raph just surrenders, shrugging his shoulders and abandoning further argument. He wants to think that his brother will drop this topic. But he knows better. When Donnie’s fixated on something, nothing and no one will stop him. This crush of his has lasted for literal years—it certainly won’t go away with some advisory remarks from them.

Raphael is unsurprised, then, to find his brother sneaking up behind you a few days later as you sit on the couch. He locks eyes with Donnie, who puts a finger to his lips and glares at him violently. Raph looks back at the TV and sighs deeply, regretting his involuntary involvement in this scheme.

Donnie reaches for an area near your ear and tugs quickly. “Ow,” you hiss, bringing a hand to your hair and turning around. “What was that for?”

“Nothing!” Donnie says brightly, a maniacal smirk on his face as he holds a hair between two fingers. He bounds off, whistling under his breath.

Raph watches as you stare after Donnie in complete disbelief. He buries his head in his hands.

Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo are easily the weirdest people you’ve ever met—and not just because they’re mutant ninja turtles. Although, that certainly helps. Still, the four of them have very distinctive personalities. Sometimes, you wonder how they can all live under the same roof (or, well, pavement).

Leo, the oldest, is the responsible one. At least, he’s supposed to be. He can be cocky and arrogant at times, a bit of a playboy, but he has a good heart. He cares about his brothers, and they care about him in return.

Donnie’s the inventor: outspoken and withdrawn all at once. He values his personal space, his time, his inventions… The list goes on. He’s a bit of a spitfire when he wants to be, but the same can be said for most of the other turtles.

Raphael looks incredibly intimidating, but he’s a sweetheart. He’s pretty reckless and often declares himself the leader of their group, which is a title that only he seems to agree on.

And Mikey, the youngest brother, is lovable and goofy. He can often be found playing video games or skateboarding. He has an enviable amount of energy—often fidgeting or bouncing his leg restlessly. The guy can never seem to stop moving.

Of the four brothers, you’re closest with Donnie. He was a bit prickly at first—and still is, honestly—but he slowly warmed up to you. Now, the two of you are good friends. You frequently visit the Hideout to play video games, and today is no different. You’ve been playing Fortnite with him for an hour or so now, all up until you declared you needed a water break. This is how you find yourself in the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets as you try and fail to find what you’re looking for.

“Left cabinet,” a voice says helpfully.

You open the left cabinet and find a glass to use, getting it down before turning around to acknowledge the new presence. “Oh, hey, Leo,” you say. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Leo says with a nod, his arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Yeah, I’ve just been playing Fortnite with Donnie,” you nod, filling up your glass. You grab a drink for Donnie too, placing it next to yours.

“Nerds, both of you,” Leo says with a click of his tongue.

You roll your eyes at him. Mikey must overhear your conversation, because he’s soon heading into the kitchen. “Wait, you were in Donnie’s room?!” Mikey exclaims, his eyes wide. “And he let you live?”

“Um…… yeah,” you say awkwardly, feeling as if you’re admitting to something you shouldn’t. “Why?”

Comprehension passes across Leo’s face as he hears his brother’s surprise. “He doesn’t even let us in there,” Leo says pointedly. Mikey and Leo exchange a look, almost having a silent conversation through eye contact alone. You try to ask them what they’re thinking, but they’re tight-lipped after that.

Remembering that Donnie’s waiting for you, you say goodbye and head back to his bedroom. With both hands occupied, you manage to nudge the door open with your foot and close it behind you.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Donnie asks, his back turned as his eyes are evidently locked on the screen. Hatsune Miku crawls around on the screen for a moment, before promptly dying as she’s shot. He groans in annoyance. “Just got my ass kicked going solo,” he huffs, motioning to the screen.

“My bad, sorry,” you apologize, handing him his drink. He seems to relax after taking a few sips. You place your glass of water on the nearby table and return to your seat on the couch. “I was just talking to the guys.”

“Of course,” Donnie sighs, pressing the ready button on his controller. You do the same and a countdown starts on the screen. “Tell ‘em you’re busy next time.”

“Okay,” you hum. There’s silence for several seconds as the countdown resumes. You’re spectating the player who killed Donnie now, and they’re driving around the map recklessly. You watch for a few moments before your curiosity gets the best of you. “Hey, Donnie?” you ask.

“Yeah?” he says.

“You’re… okay with me being in here, right?” you question.

“Yeah, why?” Donnie blinks.

“It’s nothing,” you say quickly. Donnie sends you a disbelieving look and you sigh. “Leo just said you, uh, don’t usually let people in your room. So I wanted to make sure I wasn’t invading your space or anything.”

“You wouldn’t be here unless I wanted you here, trust me,” Donnie huffs, crossing his legs and resting them on the ottoman in front of him. “Now lock in, we’re dropping soon.” You turn your attention back to the screen and find that you’re about to load into the game.

The conversation dissipates after that, as you both focus on the next round. Even as you keep playing, you sense Donnie sneaking glances at you throughout. You pretend not to notice, filing the interaction to the back of your mind.

It’s far from the first time you’ve had a puzzling interaction with Donnie, and you doubt it’ll be the last. Do you expect the next one to happen so soon? Not necessarily.

You’re poking around the hideout looking for Leo, but you’re not having much success. You need someone to look over your essay for the communication gen-ed course you’re taking, and Leo’s pretty good with that kind of thing. But he isn’t in his room, or anywhere else that you can see.

This leads you, inevitably, to Donnie’s door. You knock on the door and enter seconds later. “Hey, Donnie,” you say casually. His back is turned as he tinkers with something at his desk. He makes no indication of hearing you, but you know he’s listening. “Can you read over my essay?”

“Math and science, math and science,” he emphasizes, spinning around in his chair. “Donnie and English don’t mix. No me gusta.” He’s wearing his goggles and, in the vivid purple light of his room, it almost hurts to look at him.

“Okay, I’ll just ask Leo,” you remember to say, moving to leave the room. “Have you seen him?”

Suddenly, in a green and purple blur, Donnie is standing in front of you. His goggles are pushed up to his temple now; and he has a hand on your shoulder. That’s surprising enough to make you halt in your tracks. “Wait.”

Several seconds pass. You eventually decide to break the silence. “I’m waiting,” you remind him with a slight smile.

Donnie stares, blinks. He shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Right,” he acknowledges, before sighing theatrically. Then, as if that isn’t enough, he continues, “Sigh. I’ll read your essay for you.”

“Really?” you ask. He nods and you smile in relief. “Awesome, thanks.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Donnie says pointedly. “Writing is the coward’s math.”

“What?” you sputter disbelievingly. That doesn’t even make sense.

“Shut up,” he says defensively, taking your laptop from where you’d been holding it at your side.

“Wait, you don’t even know my—” you trail off, watching as he seamlessly unlocks your laptop, “...password.” You sigh. Figures. Something as simple as a password isn’t nearly enough to keep Donnie away.

“Where is it?” he then asks, browsing through your computer. You resist the urge to snatch your laptop back.

“I was going to pull it up for you,” you say with a shake of your head, leaning over his shoulder and pointing at the screen. “There. It’s for my communication class. The prompt had us pick a holiday, event, or occurrence and relate it to communication practices.”

“Yawn.” Donnie rolls his eyes.

“Hey, you signed up for this,” you shrug. “I was going to ask Leo.”

“Blegh, don’t remind me,” Donnie says with a lazy wave over his shoulder. “Now, shoo. I need complete silence for my artistic genius.”

“Okay,” you agree, leaving his room. You can only hope he’ll return your laptop to you once he’s done. But you have a feeling he’s going to be poking around on your computer, if only to find blackmail material to use against you later. Sigh.

When he comes back, Donnie tosses your laptop towards you; you scramble to catch it, sending him a furious glare despite knowing he would’ve fixed it if you dropped it. You open it up and scroll through your essay, surprised to find very few notes and comments. You look up to him questioningly.

“It was good,” Donnie says, almost looking like he’s struggling to admit it.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” you huff.

“I’m not surprised,” he clarifies. “It was interesting.”

“Oh,” you say. “Thanks.”

“Yep,” he nods. “Now you owe me.”

“Damn it,” you hiss. Owing Donnie a favor is never a good position to be in. Judging from the maniacal smirk that passes across his face, he has several chaotic ideas to get you to repay him.

“Ta-ta!” he says with a wave, whistling as he goes. That extra pep in his step promises your likely demise at the hands of one of his many inventions. It was nice while it lasted, you suppose.

Finally, after far too long, you have some free time. It’s been a while since you’ve had time to yourself. And you’ve made use of it, catching up on some TV shows and playing video games. But there’s only so much of that you can do before you get bored. It’s inevitable that you find yourself skateboarding with Mikey, after a casual remark from you about not knowing how to skate reaches his attention.

Now you’re in the Hideout, trying and failing to do a kickflip. You did one a few minutes ago, but you haven’t been able to replicate the trick. In hindsight, maybe Mikey and you were a bit loud as you celebrated your successful trick. Because within a few minutes, Donnie’s emerging from his room and practically storming towards you both.

“What’s going on here?” Donnie demands, looking irritated. “I can hear you both from my room.”

“Sorry,” you grimace. Mikey echoes the sentiment. For a minute, Donnie’s just staring at you. You can tell he’s scrutinizing your appearance: you’re dressed a bit differently today, with baggy jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. “Mikey’s teaching me how to skate,” you explain. “Sort of.”

Donnie looks you up and down. “You look stupid,” he says clearly. “Poser.”

“Oh,” you just say, blinking as you watch him turn and walk away. Somehow, you get the feeling the comment isn’t genuine. Donnie does seem frustrated, though. “Okay then.” The comment hurts a little bit, but again, you don’t think he truly means it.

Mikey grimaces as he stares after his brother, before turning back to you. “He doesn’t mean that, don’t worry,” he’s quick to say. “You know how he gets.”

After about ten minutes, you’re finally able to do a kickflip consistently. Mikey’s been pretty patient with you so far, but you can tell he’s getting bored now. You thank him for his help and tell him you can pick up lessons some other day, to which he grins and congratulates you on a successful skating session.

After some contemplation, you decide to head over to Donnie’s room, knocking on the door quietly. He allows you entrance and you try to apologize, only for him to beat you to it.

“You’re not a poser,” Donnie says quickly, nudging his goggles up to his temple and looking at you imploringly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you respond. “Mikey and I were being kind of loud.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean it,” he emphasizes. Donnie swivels around in his desk chair, studying you for a long moment. “You didn’t—um, you don’t—look stupid or anything.”

“Okay,” you respond, appreciating his reassurance. “Thanks.”

“You look……. um,” Donnie breaks off, almost seeming to short-circuit for a second. He then mumbles something too quietly for you to hear.

“Sorry, what was that?” you say, after a few moments of trying and failing to decipher what he just said.

“Nice,” he repeats. “You look nice. Really nice. I mean, not to say you don’t always look nice. Because you do. Like… just… extra nice? Hot, some might say. I mean—!”

Donnie lets out a groan, seeming to realize what he just said. He straightens up and leaps to his feet. “Okay, great, visiting hours are over, bye!” he says quickly, before proceeding to push you out of his room and shut the door. You stare at his closed door in complete shock.

You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised when, in the coming days, Donnie begins to avoid you. You try not to take offense to it, but after several days pass and he still seems avoidant, you ask Leo about it.

“It’s just been a few days,” you finish explaining to Leo, “but I don’t want him to think anything’s wrong.”

“He’s been avoiding you?” Leo blinks in bewilderment. Then he shakes his head. “Donnie’s such an idiot.”

Leo must talk to his brother sometime after that, because in the coming days, Donnie seems to relax a bit. He’s not outright avoiding you anymore, but you do catch him glancing at you every so often and then looking away in embarrassment. You want to reassure him that nothing has changed between you, but you never seem to get the perfect opportunity.

It takes two weeks for things to finally return to normal. You haven’t really said or done anything different since your last conversation with Donnie, but after a quick meal shared with the brothers, things seem better. Donnie and you joke around a bit, and you think you may finally be past… well, whatever that was.

You’re on the couch later that night, struggling to choose what to watch. Raph and Mikey are playing basketball on the nearby court on the surface, while Leo is refereeing. Donnie is holed up in his room, as far as you know.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says. You don’t have time to respond before Donnie is swiftly jumping over the back of the couch and sitting next to you. You blink in surprise. “So I have to build your profile. Your portfolio. You know, for research. Can I ask you some questions?” he practically blurts out. He sounds uncharacteristically hesitant.

“...Sure,” you agree.

“Okay, good,” Donnie says, clearly relieved. He straightens up, looking down at the clipboard in his hands. When you try to sneak a glimpse, he huffs and hides it from you before beginning to fill it out. “Okay, birthday, already know it… Age, same as me, great… Hair color, got it…”

“Eye color?” he asks, squinting at you. “Here, lemme see.”

“You don’t know the answer to that?” you ask, somewhat offended.

“Of course I do, shut up,” he huffs defensively. Donnie leans even closer, studying you intently. “Just double-checking. I need to get the exact hue right.”

“That can’t possibly make a difference,” you mumble. Donnie makes no indication of hearing you, instead flipping his attention between you and his clipboard and you again. You’re tempted to close your eyes out of sheer spite, but you know that won’t get you anywhere. Eventually, Donnie finishes this inspection and levels you with an inscrutable look.

“Okay,” he says resolutely, looking at you intently. “Now this part is new, so it may seem a bit……. weird.”

You just raise a brow.

“What’s your sexuality?” Donnie asks.

“I’m gay,” you decide to say. You’ve been struggling with exact labels recently, so you figure that’s the most accurate answer to give.

“Good,” he nods, before blinking quickly. “I mean, got it. O—kay,” Donnie drawls. “Ideal first date, go.”

“Um….” you trail off, not quite sure what your answer is. And how is this relevant to whatever profile he’s building? Unless he’s covertly signing you up for some sort of dating site, this doesn’t make sense. “Coffee, I guess? Or a museum or something? I don’t know. I don’t really care.”

“That’s fine, sure…” he says, noting your answers down. “Any turn-offs?”

Again, these questions don’t seem super relevant, but Donnie looked weirdly nervous so you decide to take pity on him and just follow along. “I mean, nothing crazy,” you say after considering the question. “Just the basics. Being rude to customer service workers… Lying, cheating… Things like that.”

“Works for me,” Donnie hums. Then he stiffens, blinks like a deer in headlights. “That is, works for the— the profile.”

He asks you a few more questions before showing you mercy. “Okay, I think I have it all,” Donnie announces. “Thank you for your generous participation,” he says with a mock bow. You roll your eyes, unable to hide a smile at the sight.

“No problem,” you respond, watching him leave the room. “Do I get compensation for this generous participation?”

Donnie laughs. “Oh, absolutely not,” he says, sending a wave over his shoulder before promptly heading into his room.

“Wait a minute,” Raph says, resisting the urge to shake you by the shoulders. Surely you can’t be this oblivious. The two of you are sitting on the couch a few days later, as you recount your strange conversation with Donnie. “Wait wait wait wait wait a minute.”

“What?” you ask worriedly.

“Donnie straight up asked you about your ideal first date?” Raph asks incredulously.

“Yeah…?” you say weakly.

“And turn-offs?” he continues. You nod. “And then when you responded, he said, ‘Works for me’?!”

“I… Yeah,” you admit.

Raphael face-palms. “You guys are fucking ridiculous.”

“He said it was for my profile; you know, for research…” you trail off unconvincingly.

“Yeah, research,” Raph drawls. His brother is easily the smartest person he knows, but he can be quite stupid. “He’s researching how to be the ideal partner. Because he likes you.”

“Oh,” you realize aloud. To your credit, you don’t seem super surprised—you probably suspected it, at the very least.

But Raphael does a double-take, and pure terror runs through him. He was supposed to keep quiet about that. “Shit,” he says, “I… I wasn’t supposed to say that. Just forget it, okay?”

Unfortunately, he has a feeling you stopped listening after the part about Donnie liking you. Raph buries his head in his hands. Donnie is going to murder him.

You have a plan. It’s a pathetically simple one: go into Donnie’s room and ask him on a date. It should be easy, right? Nothing crazy. In light of your conversation with Raphael, you think you have a good chance of succeeding with this plan. But, then again, you never know. Donnie’s always a bit unpredictable.

“Hey, Donnie,” you say as you knock on his door lightly. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” he responds after a second.

“You sure?” you ask, peeking through the door ever so slightly. “You don’t sound convinced.”

“Yeah, you can come in,” Donnie clarifies with a drawn-out sigh.

You decide to linger near the doorway, sensing his stress. “Okay, so...” you trail off, starting to get nervous. “I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime,” you blurt out in a rush. “Or go to a museum, or something.”

Donnie’s face scrunches in confusion, before he evidently remembers your survey response. “Are you asking me on a date?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“Oh,” Donnie says, clearly surprised.

“So?” you prompt him, after a few seconds pass and nothing happens. “Do you want to? It doesn’t have to be right now.” You shove your shaking hands into your pockets. It’s fine, this is fine, everything is fine. You’re not nervous. You’re completely fine and unaffected and cool and composed and—

“Yes, I want to,” Donnie responds, a timid smile on his face. And you have to jump through several mental hoops to convince yourself that this is real, that you just asked Donnie on a date and he agreed.

“Good,” you manage to say. You probably sound just as flustered as you’re feeling. “So when do you…?”

“Does right now work for you?” Donnie grins shamelessly, suddenly standing near the door.

“Sure,” you smile back. He holds the door open for you and the two of you head off.

“Hey, you ditched our lesson again,” Mikey frowns when he sees you walk into the Hideout a few weeks later.

“Oh shit, Mikey, I’m so sorry,” you remark apologetically. Schoolwork has been taking up a lot of your time lately—and when it doesn’t, you’re usually with Donnie. The two of you have been going on dates for a few weeks now, and it’s been really nice.

“It’s fine, dude,” he says genuinely, waving a hand nonchalantly. “It was nice to have some practice time.”

“He has an even better teacher now!” Donnie announces, suddenly appearing in the hall with his skateboard. “Check it!” Donnie proceeds to skate up the ramp, executing a clean trick and coming back down.

“Hey, I could do that in my sleep,” Mikey scoffs.

Donnie’s expression darkens.

…Uh oh.

Before long, you find yourself judging an impromptu skating contest between Donnie and Mikey.

Donnie’s pissed when you declare it a tie. You make it up to him by having an hour-long skating lesson after, which quickly spirals into Donnie just holding you still as you stand on a board. You try telling him that you were doing kickflips with Mikey—to which Donnie responds by placing a foot on your board and sending you sprawling forward. He catches you easily, his hands at your waist as he nearly lifts you off the ground.

“What was that for?” you ask breathlessly.

“You’re grounded,” he says. “Literally and figuratively.”

“What, why?” you sputter.

“Look, Simba,” Donnie emphasizes, quite literally lifting you off of the ground. “Everything the light touches… is yours.” You look down at him in disbelief, choking on a confused laugh. He doesn’t say anything, creating a rather awkward tension between the two of you. You feel like a stray kitten, being picked up by an inquiring human.

“You can let go of me now; I won’t fall,” you say at some point. It’s kind of impressive that he’s been lifting you up in the air for so long—you’re a few inches taller than him, after all.

“Can never be too careful,” Donnie says pointedly. But he does finally let you return to the ground. You huff incredulously. “Now, onwards! To your room, young man!”

“What is happening?” you mutter to yourself. Donnie just tugs you along to his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Then he lets out a deep breath and collapses onto the couch. “What’s the matter?” you ask, a bit concerned for him. You’re getting whiplash here.

“This dating stuff’s hard work,” Donnie sighs.

“It doesn’t need to be,” you try to say. “You don’t have to pretend—you can go off on your own when you need alone time or space.”

“Thank you,” he nods. “That’s… not quite what I meant, but I appreciate it.”

“Oh,” you remark. “What did you mean?”

He growls in frustration, evidently annoyed with himself. You wait for him to gather his thoughts.

“I don’t really get it,” Donnie then admits. “Flirting and all that.”

“That’s okay—” you try to reassure him.

“I was trying just now,” he interrupts you. “When you were skating.”

“Ohhhh,” you say. Suddenly the way he just froze in front of you makes more sense.

“I wanted to kiss you,” Donnie continues.

Your eyes widen. “Well, don’t beat yourself up about it,” you say weakly, suddenly feeling a bit flustered. Donnie expressed his confusion about flirting and romance—and, honestly, you’re sort of the same. It’s a bit difficult to navigate. “…You can just ask,” you blurt out before your mind can catch up. The urge to immediately bury your head in your hands is hard to resist.

But Donnie brightens. “I can?”

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“It was that easy?!” he exclaims incredulously, springing to his feet and coming to stand in front of you. After a moment, Donnie takes a slow breath. “Okay then,” he says slowly, “can I kiss you?”

“Sure,” you respond.

It’s tentative and hesitant. Donnie pulls back as if you’re going to react dramatically. But you’re just staring at him, and he’s just staring back. A flush rises on his cheeks—difficult to see with his green skin, but noticeable nonetheless.

His eyes flit about the room. “Again?” he asks quietly.

You nod.

After four or five repetitions of this cycle, Donnie stops and wraps his arms around you, tugging you into an embrace. “This is…… nice,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Yeah, it is,” you agree, returning his embrace.

“I’m sorry I’m not doing this right,” Donnie says.

“You don’t have to apologize; there’s no right way to do this,” you reply truthfully. “I think we’re doing fine. Great, even.”

“Splendid,” Donnie adds.

“Wonderful,” you continue. He squeezes you reassuringly, before his arms start to slip away. “Can I kiss you again?” you blurt out.

If turtles could blush, you think Donnie would be blushing. His eyes are wide and his lips part slightly in surprise. Donnie nods. You lean in to kiss him and he’s quick to reciprocate. Before things can go too far, there’s a harsh banging on the door and you both flinch. Leo and Mikey are outside, yelling about something or other.

“And that’s why I locked the door,” Donnie says smugly, sending an unbothered glance at the door before turning back to you. “Now, shall we play, my dear Watson?” He looks at the TV screen pointedly.

“Certainly, Holmes.” You both exchange a look and then laugh, settling onto the couch. As you play, you slowly migrate closer together. By the time dinner is ready, you’re nearly nestled into Donnie’s side.

You suspect the other brothers are still trying to get into Donnie’s room, judging from the rattling of the lock. Donnie’s just whistling proudly. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and smiles; you smile back.

“We have some time,” he says a few seconds later with a smirk. The lock on the door is rattling. “It’s a fake lock,” Donnie elaborates.

You laugh.

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