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taleeater · 1 year ago

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Heyooo I’m writing this to get over my writing block for my book. All angst and comfort here 🤗

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’)

Warnings: fighting, blood, injury, panic attack, hyperventilating, not proof read

Summary: You are a runaway experiment from Stockman’s lab. An unexpected group of mutants come to your rescue. How did they know how to find you?

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You were freezing and exhausted.

The city was quiet as the darkness ebbed closer to early morning hours. You had been running for hours now, somehow they always found your hiding spot. You whipped around a corner into another countless dark alley way.

A flinch and a small yelp of pain left you as your bare feet tread across broken glass. You risk a break and press your back into the cold brick of an apartment building as you take a moment to catch your breath. Daintily you lift your foot and pull out a sharp piece of broken glass, tossing away the piece and check the other foot.

Suddenly the screech of tires catches your attention and the adrenaline hits you again like a crashing wave. You’re running again before you can even think. You exit the alley and dart out into the street. A black van rounds the corner behind you and you sprint for the narrow opening between two apartment buildings. You practically slam into the concrete, bumping your shoulder and scraping your knee as you squeeze your tiny body past a build up of trash. The car pulls up by the opening and the door is thrown open as two men in black suits jump out and reach for you, but you scoot further down and make for the other side. They curse and order the driver to pull around the other side and cut you off as they try to fit through the opening behind you. But you’re faster. You stumble out onto the side walk and fall to your knees, panting hard, and scramble to your feet. The black van again comes into your peripheral vision but you’re already booking it down the street as fast as you can. They can’t catch you again, they just can’t. Not again.

The black van zooms past you and the tires squeal as they pull the car in front of you, blocking your path. You hear the footsteps of the other two men behind you and you quickly find an alley to your right, avoiding hands that reach for you.

In the icy chilled night air, you are sweating through the thin white smock. A dead end.

“No…. No no no no they can’t- ….” You frantically look around at the corners where brick and grey cement buildings meet, discarded trash piled up but nowhere to hide. You find a glass beer bottle and smash the bottom of it. The raggedy sound of your desperate gasps for breath fill the space, your back pressed hard into the slimy brick wall. Heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Polished leather shoes click as the group of men slowly approached you, spread out like they were ready to catch a frightened animal.

“Finally.” A man in a white lab coat stepped into the alley behind the men in suits. “You stay right there. Before we go back, we are going to have a nice long “talk” about your behavior….”

Several of the men reached to their belts for a wand that extended into a short metal rod with electricity sparking at the tips, and another man walked over to a pile of trash and pulled out the broken leg of a wooden table.

The man chuckled, watching your eyes widen with fear as you trembled in your defensive position. He pulled a notepad out of his jacket pocket and clicked a pen.

“I will be observing if this event triggers a desired response. You may begin.” The armed men all suddenly lunged forward.

“Finally.”

A large flash of green and red suddenly descended from above and landed right on top of the man closest to you, making you flinch with fright.

A whoop sounded from above and everyone stopped to look up as another large being flipped in the air and landed in front of you in a showy flourish of waving nunchucks.

“Step away from the babe!” The orange clad being said heroically, looking over his shoulder to throw you a wink.

Your eyes were wide as your whole body tensed, frozen in place. His face almost didn’t look…. human.

Like Bebop and Rocksteady.

Another thud brought your attention to a large blue clad being that landed next to the red one.

“Raph, I said to wait until I gave the order!” He whisper yelled. Making the red one, Raph, grunt and step off the man he was standing on.

“Seemed to me that Stockman already gave the order. You think I was just gonna sit by and watch?”

The men in suits had started surrounding the red and blue mutants, while the orange protectively stood in front of you spinning his nunchucks.

You lowered the broken bottle in your hands marginally, sensing that the new arrivals didn’t have intention to harm you. When suddenly a fourth one in a purple mask landed right next to you, making you jump with surprise, the bottle flying from your hand and shattering nearby.

“My data indicates that this is indeed the supposed experiment that escaped from the Foot Clan’s secret laboratory approximately 4 hours ago.” He spoke calmly while you tried to catch your breath, panic rising again in your throat as your back slid down the wall until you were sat on the ground.

“Yeah, we gathered that, brainiac.” Raph gruffly sassed.

“The chip we’ve been tracking is still active. Leo?” Said the supposed brainiac.

“Shut it down Donnie, we’ll take care of this.” Ordered Leo, as he turned and faced Stockman.

“Right.” Donnie knelt next to you and suddenly looked nervous. He gave you a very awkward smile before continuing.

“Sorry, I just need to see your arm for a minute. Can I touch you?” He asked calmly.

It was clear that you were trying very hard to suppress a panic attack. Adrenaline still pumped through your veins and you were scared half to death. But this mutant was the first being in over a year to ask your permission before doing anything to you. So you swallowed your fear and gave a trembling nod.

The purple mutant, Donnie, looked at you seriously for a moment before returning your nod. “Okay, I’m going to touch you now…” he said as he gently took your arm.

You still flinched on instinct, and took in a sharp inhale of breath, trying to steady your nerves.

Donnie muttered a quick apology. One of the men in suits was suddenly thrown into the wall near you, startling you almost out of your skin. Making you practically leap into Donnie’s arms.

“Hey, watch it Mikey!” He shouted to the orange banded mutant.

“Whoops, sorry dudette!” Mikey paused his fight to wave over at you apologetically.

You found yourself half in the embrace of Donnie, who looked down at you and giggled nervously. You instinctively flinched out of his embrace, but remained near. You didn’t want to get any closer to the unconscious man in the suit.

“Sorry… let’s try that again. Can I… touch your arm? I need to find the chip.” He gently took your arm after you gave a quick nod and he felt around your upper arm for a little bump. You squirmed a little when he found it.

“There! Okay. I’m really sorry but I need to take it out of you. This might sting a little-“ before you could process what he said you felt a sharp pinch in your arm. You panicked. Your head shot up and you started to hyperventilate. You tried to find something to focus on like you did in the lab, and watched as the orange, blue, and red mutants chased Stockman back to his van. The coward leaving behind his unconscious men and shouting at them that he wasn’t going to give up on finding you. The three mutants, you distantly observed from their backs, looked almost like turtles.

The pinching in your arm stopped, but your breathing wasn’t slowing down. You felt a three fingered hand on your shoulder begin to shake you, the other turtle mutants turning around and looking back at you with surprise as Stockman drove off. Your vision got hazy. The world seemed to slow down as you watched the three turtle men run towards you with expressions of worry on their faces. The fourth one was shouting something to them from beside you as he placed his hand over your diaphragm to steady you. His face came into your vision, expression serious as you tried to make out the words he was speaking. ‘Breath… just breath…’ you could make out from the shape of his lips.

That was the last thing you saw before darkness overtook you, and you passed out.

Part 2 :]

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cryingcoyote13 · 1 year ago

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New York City: Chapter 1

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

TMNT x Oc (Platonic)

(Dashed text) = Na'Vi speech translated to english text

|| Chapter 2 ||

Inspired by @talewrites

(pls go read their fics they are amazing)

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When Donnie was able to intercept the radio signal about the Foot Clan's newest "experiment" he immediately informed his brothers. They eventually decided they needed to go check it out, and in the cover of darkness the descended upon the warehouse. Leonardo was the first to notice it's disarray and the alarms blaring,

" it looks like a horror movie scene," Mikey whispered, earning a huff from Raphael as Donatello looked around nervously. What had happened here?

As they got closer, the bodies started to pile up, along with the sounds of crashing and things being thrown. Eventually, they heard a guttural growl as they came around a bend. Their eyes widened as they spotted a blue huddled form sitting in the middle of multiple bodies. It sat up with a shrill gasp as it whipped around to face them. She jumped up, knife and hands covered in blood as she panted, staring down the brothers. She was as tall as them, if not taller. Was she a mutant? Her tail lashed widely as she let out a hiss as one of the bodies began to groan. She plunged the knife into it over and over again, growling, hissing and panting like a feral animal. She eventually jumped back up and started knocking stuff off tables with shrill yells and yips.

" WHERE AM I!? " She whipped around, gasping and tossing stuff. These demons had brought her here. She knew that much.

She whipped back around as Leo stepped out from behind the corner, she hissed, lashing out with her knife as he stepped out. She climbed behind the metal table that had been dented when she threw it.

" WHO YOU DEMON!? " She screamed, fangs barred as the gaint green creature took in her words, her accent was foreign, something no one had ever heard before. He raised his 3 fingered hands to show he meant to harm as she lashed at him. She backed up, stepping over bodies and broken glass.

" I'm Leonardo, I am not going to hurt you. " He stated calmly as she pressed herself against the wall, ear pressed against her skull and tail lashing. She glanced at the body beside her, reaching down and grabbing the gun from his hand. She cocked it, pointing it at the creature as she hissed. Thank god dad taught me how to use this thing, she thought as the creatures eyes widened.

" Back. Now. " She hissed and he glanced at his brothers as they came to his side, she hissed louder. I could try to run past them, but then what? She hissed as the one in purple slammed his pole down on the metal ground that rang throughout the warehouse. She huffed, lowering the gun as her adrenaline started too where off. Everything was so heavy, so... tiring...

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I was out cold before I hit the floor, I know that because I never felt myself hit the ground. My eyes shot open as I sat up, head whipping around frantically as I took in my surroundings, a little room. I ripped out the IV line that was stuck into me with a yelp of pain as I stumbled out of the bed and into the wall. I heard walking and quickly climbed under the bed that I had woken up on. I pulled my knee to my chest with a grunt of pain that I tried to suppress as my breathes became ragged and frantic. Where am I? What were those things? How did I—

My thoughts we interrupted by the covers the hung over the bed being moved, causing light to shine in under it. I winced at the bright light and hissed as a head bent down to look under. I pulled my knees closer as I scooted back as far as I could.

" Hey, it's alright, we will not hurt you." My ears perked at the familiar language.

" You speak the language of my people? Who are you...? " I moved my hand in front of my face to block the light as I squinted.

" My name is Donatello. You need medical attention. You are hurt. " Slowly, a 3 fingered hand reached under and was held out, I slowly took it, crawling out from under the bed. Everything burned, I winced, blinking rapidly at the bright light as I was helped up. I steaded myself, hearing talking from out behind the curtained entrance. I sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, glancing at the green creature in the purple mask nervously.

" Where.. where am i? " I whispered as he started to tend to where I had ripped out the IV.

" New York." He glanced at my confused expression as he continued, " On Earth. "

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as my eyes widened.

" What.. no.. no, no, no, no! " I started to shake violently, and as he put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped up, screaming and hissing from my perch on the bed.

" GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME. " At this, he tried to step back as I shrieked, but almost tripped as I huddled into the corner. There were footsteps and yelling outside,

" Donnie! What's happening? " One stated as the curtains were pushed open. I growled, crouched down in the corner of the room as another green creature with a red mask walked in. My eyes locked on the gap in between him and the other mutant, and I bolted, throwing myself in between the two before they could think. I crashed into something and yelped, standing up quickly, I ran as I heard someone come running. I glanced at something that reflected on the wall, a weapon. I quickly lept, taking a sword in hand and wipping around. I growled at 2 creatures that stood before me, one in red and one in blue, weapons also drawn. I hissed, tail lashing as I crouched down. I jumped over them as something crashed down where I had just been, a.. a hairless tail!? I glanced at the form with a hiss as I landed on top of the couch. My ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and I swung around, ready to kill as everyone started yelling. Two humans had barged in, the sword I held almost pressed again them. There was a shriek from someone as I was shoved harshly, I dropped the sword with a hiss of pain as I crawled back up from the floor.

" You okay angelcakes? " The creature in orange looked at the humans with concern as the one in red huffed in between us. I scoffed, picking myself back up as the one in red started towards me, weapons drawn. I hissed, running at him. I jumped right into him, sending him onto his back. I wrapped my hands around his weapons blades and yanked them from his grip as I jumped off of him. I flipped them around and got a grip on the handles as I spoke

" I WILL KILL YOU DEMON! DO NOT COME CLOSER! " I snorted as he started to get up, huffing and angry. I crouched down, ready to fight until the same creature from early stepped in between us.

" Raph, calm down. You, drop the weapons. " I hissed, fangs baring as I did.

" Send me back home! " I growled, ears flat against my skull.

" I need time to figure out how to do that alright, so please, for everyone's sake, drop them. " I snorted, throwing the knife like weapons passed both of their heads and into the wall. Everyone was silent as I stared at Donatello, the tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife. My ears twitched as footsteps sounded, I turned to see the rat-like creature from before. I glared at it as it came closer,

" What does it want? " I stepped back with a hiss as it continued to come at me, slowly but surely.

" She wants to know what you want, Sensei. " Donnie said, looking at Master Splinter. He didn't answer as he finally got close enough to touch me. I glared daggers at him, and he grabbed my hands firmly as he inspected the cuts from grabbing the twin sai from his son. He motioned for me to follow with his hand, I glanced back with a hiss at the one in red and followed nervously. He led me back to the room I had come from. He grabbed the first aid kit Donatello had been using and opened it up, wrapping my hands tightly and silently. I stared blankly pasted him, thinking about everything when tears started to prick at my eyes.

" I want to go home... Will I ever be able to go home? " I studied the small huddled rat-thing as if expecting an answer, but I got none. I sighed, tail and ears drooping as the one in blue, Leonardo, pushed through the curtains. I let out a small hiss, but he just glanced at me as Donatello pushed through the curtains as well.

" We will try to find a way to get you home. " He glanced up from the screen that glowed in front of him.

" Raph, you totally got your ass beat by the new babe! " The one in orange laughed, practically crying, earning a shove from one in red from behind the open curtain. A slight smile crawled across my face as the rat thing, the 'Sensei', finished wrapping my hands.

" Since I am apparently stuck here, my name is Lìu'ye alu Pxiut Asipä. " I scrunched my nose in annoyance as I watched his eyes fill with confusion and glance at Leonardo.

" Lìu'ye. " I repeated in annoyance, flexing my bandaged hands. He tried to say it back, but I put my hand in his face.

" Stop. It is pathetic to hear you struggle with something so simple! " I rolled my eyes, looking at Leonardo, who was eyeing us in confusion. I stared back, side eyeing him as I snorted in annoyance as Donnie spoke up.

" You should probably go apolo— "

" For what? That he's a wuss? Or weak? " There was immediately cackling from outside as I smirked as Donnie rolled his eyes. I shrugged, walking past him as he sighed.

" What do you guys have to eat around here? " I eyed the mutant in red as the one beside him in orange was hunched over laughing, at the lack of response I growled. My tail flicked as I eyed the two humans talking to the 'Sensei', or what must be the Eytukan and the mutant in blue. I turned to the sound of footsteps and looked down at the one in orange.

" What up, dudette! My name is Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mikey! " He grinned, I eyed him before I spoke.

" Mikey? " His grin widened as he raised his arms.

" Welcome to your new home!- I guess? " He glanced at his brother in purple who thought for a moment then nodded as he turned back to his computers. I eyed the Twin Sai in the wall and walked over, ripping them out of the wall and turning around. Everyone stared back, waiting for me to make a move. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the one in red, or 'Raph?' I handed him the two sai and smirked.

" What? Never got beat by a girl? " His eyes widened, and I swear I saw smoke come from his nose and ears. Mikey practically fell over laughing as I turned away, my tail hitting his hand as he practically vibrated with anger.

" Idiots I tell you! Eywa, help me! " I hissed, rubbing my face with my hands as I walked away. I felt my heart crack a bit as I reflected on what was happening. I was staring off into nothing that when someone grabbed my arm, I practically jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see a human woman staring up at me. She put out her hand to be shook.

" My name is April O'Neil. " I glanced at her wearily, looking back at a grinning Mikey as he gave me a thumbs up. I bent down, taking her hand gently and shaking it. I thought as she stared up at me, a small smile plastered on her face.

" Lilith.. My name Lilith. " The corner of my lips pulled to a small grin, slightly showing my fangs as I did.

" You are not all bad, little demon. " I smiled, standing up.

" Names? " I glanced at Mikey as I sat down on the couch, who seemed to light up at my words.

" This is my brother Donatello, a technical genius who is technically a genius! " He pointed to the mutant in purple as he spoke, then pointed to the one in red.

" This is my other brother, Raphael! He's the one with anger issues! " This earned him a glare from his brother as he moved onto the one in blue.

" This is my other, other brother. Leonardo, our fearless leader! " I glanced at him, eyebrows scrunched. Really? Him? A Eytukan? I almost laughed at the thought.

" Then, of course, there is me, Mikey, " He then pointed to the two humans,

" Then there is April, whom you already met, and Casey, the weird guy." I eyed the two as he pointed to the Sensei,

" And that is our dad, Master Splinter! " Ah, there is why they all listened to him. He was their father. I glanced at him, then Mikey.

" We are mutants. It's a long story. Anyways, tell me a bit about yourself! " He grinned excitedly as he sat down next to me. There was something so comforting about his unbothered ways. He reminded me much of my brother...

" I am Lìu'ye, or Lilith, of the Mangkwan clan. My father is the olo'eyktan, and my mother was a part of the Avatar Program before the Great War. " My ears twitched as Donnie walked over.

" Her name is Lilith of Mangkwan Clan. Her father was clan leader, and her mother was an avatar, " He stated, sitting down in between us with a cup of coffee.

" Yooo!! That's so cool! So you're like a princess of the clan? " Mikey chirped, leaning forward to see past his brother. I shrugged, nodding slightly

" I guess you could say that? " He grinned at my response, earning an eye roll from his brother,

" So I could call you princess? " At this, I snorted, flicking him in the face as he let out a yelp, almost knocking Donnie's coffee out of his hands as he flinched.

" Watch it, Mikey! " He barked in annoyance, standing up and walking back towards his computers. Mikey rolled his eyes. My eyes followed the edges of the room, then stopped at the wall full of weapons. I stepped up, walking closer to it with care. I inspected the weapons, metal, I scoffed, turning towards Mikey, who had followed me.

" Where my knife? " At this, I felt something come flying towards us, I practically shoved Mikey out of the way as I grabbed the knife before it hit the wall. He stumbled up with a star-struck expression as he looked at who had thrown the knife.

" Did you just throw my own knife at me? " I growled, stepping closer to Raphael as Mikey gulped.

" Hey- uh- guys, let just calm down– " At Mikey's blubbering, Leo realized what was about to go down and quickly stepped in.

" Woah woah woah, everyone, calm down! What happened? " I snorted, knife in hand as I stared down into Raph's eyes.

" Don't you EVER think that I am scared of you. You moron, thinking you're so tough when you are the weakest. " I spat, pointing a finger into his chest.

" Raph threw Lil's knife at her! " Mikey explained to Leo as his brother was still being faced down by their newest 'addition' to their group.

" Raph! What the hell is your problem!? " Leo retorted, shoving his brother away as Mikey drew away my attention as I sheathed my knife.

" Hey princess, how about we go get you something to eat? Is there anything specific you want? " He said as he pulled me away, my tail lashed as I reluctantly followed him. I shrugged as I sat down at the table and watched Mikey get to work on whatever, while Leo and Raph's arguing was still echoing throughout the rooms. I eventually must have fallen asleep because Mikey had to wake me.

" Hey! Hellooooo! Wake up, sleepy head! I made pancakes! " I slowly pulled my head off of the table with a tired groan as a plate was put in front of me. I rubbed my eyes as I took in the scent of the food in front of me. I started stuffing my face before Mikey could hand me a fork. He watched in amusement as I finished off the plate within seconds.

" Thanks Mikey. " I purred out, standing and stretching as I yawned.

" You're welcome! Anytime you want something to eat, just let me know! " I nodded, eyes closed as I breathed in the scents around me. There was something.. something new, I turned around to see Master Splinter sitting cross-legged in a circle of candles. I silently walked over, careful not to interrupt as I sat down in front of him. I watched curiously, head cocked to the side as my tail thumped quietly against the floor. He eventually opened an eye to see what I was doing.

" Hello, Master Splinter. " I chirped out as he opened both eyes.

" Hello Lilith, how are you feeling? "

" ..Lost. " I whispered out, and he nodded in understanding.

" We will try our best to get you back home to your universe. " He returned to his pose, leaving no room for questioning his words. I huffed, standing up and looking around and picking a direction. I walked over to the glowing room of screens cautiously. I wasn't even halfway there before I felt something flying through the air at me. I leaped for the couch, almost flipping it over as I rolled back up and looked around. Master Splinter was standing where I had been with an amused glint in his eyes. At this sudden movement, his sons joined us on the outskirts of the room. I felt a grin creep across my face as I took a stance, ready to dodge or attack. There was a deafening silence until he came running at me, I jumped out of the way and onto the roof, hanging upside down by my legs with a grin.

" That's all you got, old man? " I chirped, causing Donnie to cackle as he informed Master Splinter of what I had said. They all grinned, even Raph, as I jumped down. Splinter motioned for me to make the first move, and I did. I jumped at him, but as he ducked down, I grabbed the back of his clothes and rolled, sending him flying. He caught himself with a thunk as I quickly stood back up. He walked closer, clamly and I followed suit.

" You fight well, but you can still be taken by surprise. " At that, his tail swept my feet from under me, and I hit the floor with an annoyed hiss. I sat back up, still grinning slightly as he continued.

" With more training you will be ready for surprise attacks. If you would like to train? "

I grinned wide in excitement as I hopped back up.

" I would love to! - if it's not any trouble! " I nodded quickly, bowing my head to him.

" When your injuries are healed, we will begin. " He said as he walked back to the circle of candles, I grinned, looking back at the 4 brothers who had watched. Mikey gave a thumbs up and Donnie nodded, but Raph and Leo just watched, faces deadpanned as they glanced at each other. My grin faltered as I looked at them, I turned back at Mikey who was excitedly hopping around, and it returned.

" This is so cool! You'll get to train with us! It'll be soooo fun! " I nodded, a yawn escaping my lips as I did.

" It's almost sundown. " Donnie pointed out, elbowing Leo gently to which he nodded, arms crossed. My ears perked as I turned to look at them.

" What does that mean? " I inquired, following the group as they went to the weapons wall.

" We are going out to patrol the city, " I cocked my head at Donnie's reply.

" You can sleep in the guest room, where you woke up at. " He pointed to the room as I nodded.

" We will be out until sunrise. " Leo added as he sheathed his katanas. I took a seat of the couch as they finished grabbing their gear.

" We won't be gone too long princess! " Mikey chirped, earning a groan from the rest of the party and an eye roll from me as they left.

I huffed, melting into the couch as I tried to stay awake. I very much lost the fight and fell into deep sleep and was awakened by the sound of heavy footfall. I practically jumped up, making eye contact with a masked man. I growled, jumped on top of him as he let out a shriek, I knocked of the mask to reveal– Casey.

" Really smart. " I spat sarcastically as I hopped off of him. He stumbled up, looking at me in fear as I returned to my spot on the couch, eyes following him.

" You almost killed me! " He yelped, pointing his mask at me with his hand. I nodded, letting a fanged grin show as he stomped off. I snorted, rolling my eyes as I closed my eyes once again, relaxing into the couch.

I was awoken to the sound of hushed arguing as the brothers returned. I yawned, stretching and getting up as they put their weapons back up onto the wall. I spotted Casey staring at me from beside April and I snapped my fangs at him with a grin as he jumped back. They all turned to me as I cleared my throat.

" Thank you. " I stated as I signed 'I See You' to each of the brothers as they stayed silent. Suddenly there was a scoff from Casey as he spoke up,

" You guys are lucky, she tried to eat me! " He snapped as I let out a laugh and snapped at him again.

" Tasty human~ " I grinned, and he rolled his eyes as the brothers' and April broke into laughter. After they calmed down April handed me a duffle bag, to which I cocked my head in confusion.

" It's clean clothes, probably not your style but it's all I could find that would fit you. " A purr rumbled out of my chest as I smiled down at her.

" Is she– purring? " Raph pointed at me as I walked towards my unofficial room to change.

" Na'Vi purr when they are content or comfortable." Donnie piped up from his screen, fixing his glasses before turning back.

" Awwwwww! That's adorable!!~ " Mikey squeaked from beside Raph who just rolled his eyes as I disappeared behind the curtains.

I quickly changed, the clothes fit like a glove and were surprisingly comfortable! Though I did have to cut a hole for my tail in the pair of shorts I picked out. I stepped out of the room to see April's smiling face.

" You look amazing! " She took my giant hands into hers as she led me along to the kitchen area where everyone was crowded at the table, talking and eating. My nose twitched at the unfamiliar smell that got stronger as I got closer. April pointed to an empty chair next to Raph as she sat on the other side of it. I hopped up into the chair and sat cross legged, catching the glances that everyone shared as I got comfortable.

She scooted a plate with a triangle shaped piece of food towards me.

" It's called pizza, it's good! Try it! " I picked up the flimsy thing and nervously took a bite, it was delicious! I quickly scarfed it down with a satisfied purr. I watched as everyone descended into conversation around the table. I felt my heart crack as my eyes started to sting, I missed my home. I quickly got up, without a word, and jumped up into the exposed piping within the lair. I crawled into a hidden away spot, breathing out a sigh as tears started to stream down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as I fought to silence the sobs that shook my body as I scrubbed the tears off my face.

" Eywa please... please, I miss them. I miss my home... " I whispered out, the prayer to Eywa echoing in my ears.

I sat there for a while, exhausted and lost. I stared at the pipes, longing from the familiar twists and turns of the trees and the sounds of village below. I closed my eye tightly, hoping I would open them and this was all a funny dream, but it wasn't. I eventually fell asleep, curled up against the unfamiliar pipes, yet somehow they gave me a familiar sense of comfort as I slept. I dreamed of the forests, my family.. my family...

I groaned, slowly pulling my head from the uncomfortable position it had fallen into while I was asleep. I crawled down carefully, letting out a big yawn as I wandered towards the kitchen. I fumbled with the fridge and grabbed a water bottle from inside. I struggled for a moment with the cap then opened it and chugged the whole thing in one big gulp. I wiped my mouth, throwing the bottle away as I stepped out into the common room. I peered at the sleeping figure on the couch, the familiar blue mask gone, but I still recognized it as Leo. I strolled towards the exit, glancing back each time I heard Leo toss and turn. I eventually lifted the cover and peered out; it was just after sundown. I pulled myself out of the small hole, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I sat to the side of the cover, watching from the shadows as people walked by. I took in a gulp of air, savoring the taste of fresh air on my tongue as it filled my sore lungs. It was so peaceful and calm, that was until the manhole cover flew off as someone jumped out. I bit my tongue in order not to scream as Leo crossed his arms, eyeing me as he stepped over to me. He crouched next to me in the shadow as he slowly spoke up,

" You shouldn't come out here alone. It's dangerous," I scoffed as he continued.

" But I understand you just wanted to relax, I come out here sometimes when I'm stressed. " I raised an eyebrow disbelievingly as he turned his head towards me.

" I'm serious! " He laughed quietly, as my lips pulled into a smile.

" It's... calm. " I stared up at the sky as he followed my gaze. He stood up, putting out his hand to help me up. I took it carefully, pulling myself up as he motioned for me to follow him. As we climbed to the roof top in silence the stars became more and more visible with each step we took until we made it to the roof. He sat along the edge, and I sat next to him, feet dangling off the edge as we looked up at the sky.

We sat there until it was almost sun up, then we slipped back down into the sewers and returned to the lair. I held a smile as we returned, a new energy coursing through my body. We were met with a piercing stare from Master Splinter as we walked into the common room.

" And where have you two been? " He eyed us curiously as Leo spoke up.

" Just watching the stars and relaxing. " I nodded, throwing a small smile his way as I looked back at his father.

" Well next time please let someone know where you are going. " We quickly nodded; a smile still plastered on my face as we were dismissed. I quickly scattered to the kitchen at the smell of food, I was towering over Mikey before he realized I was there. He must have felt my breath on his head, because he looked up suddenly. I beamed, looking into his eyes then at what he was making.

" Food? " I questioned as I stepped to the side of him, and he returned to cutting the vegetables.

" Yep!~ You'll love this! April brought it down for me to cook! " I smiled, leaving him be as I went to find Splinter again. I found him in what looked like an empty room, this must be the training room, I thought as I walked towards him.

" I am ready. " He glanced at me with a nod.

" Are you sure? We will not go easy on you. "

" We? " I echoed as he called for Raphael, who was quickly in the entrance at his father's call.

" Raphael, are you up to help Lilith with her training? " Splinter said as he turned to his son as he nodded, arms crossed.

" Good, stand in that corner. Lilith, you'll stand here, " He pointed to the corner opposite of the one that Raph had stepped into,

" Alright, your goal is to stay out of Raph's hold. No weapons this time. " He stepped off to the outskirts of the room, waiting for a moment as we got into stances before he spoke.

" Begin! "

And with that Raphael leapt forward, running towards me as I stood still. He was about to grab me when I swiftly ducked, rolling to the side and jumping up and quickly gaining distance as he whipped around. I grinned, raising an eyebrow as he came towards me again. I quickly dodged, letting a fake yawn slip as he came at me again. I jumped out of the way again, as I opened my mouth to say something a pair of arms locked around me. I yanked my arms out, throwing them back as I gripped onto the back of the neck of whoever had grabbed me. I shifted my weight forwards as I bent down, throwing whoever was behind me over my head and towards Raph. I panted, pulling myself up right, meeting the stunned face of Leo, who was laying on his back on the ground. I let out a throaty laugh as I looked at the two shocked turtles as I crossed my arms.

" You didn't think I would be that easy to overpower, did you? " I grinned, sticking my tongue out as Leo got up and into stance beside Raph. I grinned, also getting into my stance as the two leapt towards me. I crouched down, throwing myself into Raph's legs. This sent him tumbling over as I rolled out of the way and ran faster towards the wall, Leo following close behind. I leapt onto the wall, pushing myself off of it and flipping midair as I launched myself into Leo, feet meeting his mid-section in an action that sent him flying backwards with a gasp of surprise. I jumped up as he hit the wall with a crash. I smirked as Raph got up, who was chuckling at his brother's dazed expression he had from his spot on the floor. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I glanced between the two brothers'. I snorted, shaking with laughter as Leo regained his balance.

" Geez, I didn't think I was gonna be a punching bag today! " He whined as he got up. At this I practically fell over laughing, drawing the attention of Michelangelo from outside the room.

" Yo who put a Leo sized dent in the wall? " He said, peaking into the room with a hand on the door frame. Raph pointed to me as I grinned innocently.

" No way! And I missed it?! " He gasped, a smirk creeping across his face as Master Splinter joined me in the middle of the room.

" You did well Lilith, we will end training here for today. " He said with a curt nod. I nodded, bowing my head as he exited the room. Me, Leo, and Raph followed suit, drawn towards the smell of food from the kitchen that Mikey had returned to. I quickly hopped into a chair, nose twitching at the mouthwatering scent of food in the air. There was bowl of food placed in front of me by Raph as he and April helped Mikey get the food ready for everyone as Splinter started making some tea. I stared at the bowl, slowly taking the small metal utensil that sat beside it. There was chunks of meat and vegetables, I sniffed the spoonful of food I had brought closer to my face before taking a bite. My pupils grew wide with delight as I ate some more food, I was met with a smirk for Mikey as he sat down next to me. My tail thumped against the chair with a purr rumbling from my chest as I ate.

" Really good! " I grinned through a mouthful of food at Mikey, who had just started eating his own food. He grinned back, also speaking through a mouthful of food.

" I know right? First time April made it with me I fought Casey for seconds! " I purred out a laugh as I continued to scarf down the food until my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I got up with a purr as I collected the empty bowls from around the table and quietly stood by Leo, who had taken the responsibility of cleaning up after dinner. I put the dishes in the water and joined Mikey, who was playing a 'video game' on the couch. I sat next to him, watching over his shoulder as he muttered angrily every time he lost. It became a rhythmic sound, the clicking of buttons followed by the sounds of angry muttering or cheering each time he won. I watched, not really understanding what he was doing but it was more interesting than trying to sleep or dreaming about my home only to have to wake up in an unknown world. I was about to fall asleep until Mikey jumped up, whooping and running over to where Leo had been sitting. I quickly followed, getting close enough to hear Mikey and Leo's conversation.

" Pleaseee Leo! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeee " Mikey whined, on his hands and knees, begging Leo, who sat in his chair with his arms crossed, looking disapprovingly at Mikey.

" No! It's way too dangerous out there! Especially with the Foot Clan activity picking up! " At this, Mikey let out a groan of annoyance.

" Pleaseeeee this is the only day of the year we can fit in! " He begged, shaking Leo by the shoulders as he got up.

" No Mikey! You are not going out anywhere, that is final. " He snapped as he turned towards his room, causing Mikey to sigh and turn back towards the couch. I followed after him, rubbing my tired eyes as I did.

" What's wrong? " I asked as I trailed after him. He practically threw himself onto the couch as he answered.

" Leo is no fun! Not even letting me go to one Halloween parade! " He whined, sitting up and making room for me on the couch.

" Halloween? " I echoed as he thought of the right words to explain it.

" It's a celebration of sorts, where everyone dresses up. It's the one day of the whole year where we are free to mingle with humans without fear of scaring them! But someone never lets us have any fun around here! " He yelled the last part, making sure Leonardo had heard him. My eyebrows knitted together as I thought.

" Just trying to protect. " Mikey let out a sigh as I spoke, head in his hands.

" I know, but it's annoying. " I nodded in understanding, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

" Get some rest. " I suggested as he yawned. He nodded, grinning as he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

" Good night princess, sleep well! " He grinned as he released me from his hold and made his way towards his room.

" May Eywa guide you, " I yawned, taking a moment to stretch before jumping up into the piping. I crawled into the corner, realizing that someone had put some blankets and pillows up here. I smiled, curling up in the blanket as I quickly descended into sleep.

I looked around the pitch-black void I had awoken in. I whipped around at the sounds of something moving, only to meet the piercing gaze of someone's purple eyes. I was frozen under their gaze, I tried to step closer but couldn't. I was fighting my own body as those eyes burned straight through my soul.

I shot straight up, banging my head on a pipe with a yelp of pain.

" Son of a- " I growled as I rubbed my head.

" You okay up there? " I crawled towards the exit slowly, a hand still rubbing my head as I jumped down to meet Donnie's curious gaze. I nodded, removing my hand from my head.

" Did you put a blanket and pillow up there for me? " He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. I walked past him and towards where April was making food.

" You want some? It's cereal. " She looked up at me with a tired grin. I nodded, and she handed me a bowl and a spoon. I sat down at the table next to Splinter and Leo, who both had tea in their hands. Leo was slowly perking up; he obviously wasn't a morning person. Splinter was sipping his tea silently as I too started to perk up.

" Who put blanket? " I pointed to where I had slept at, and Leo shrugged.

" Must have been Mikey, "

" What must have been Mikey? " Raph interjected with Mikey at his side as they sat down.

" Whoever put a blanket and pillow up there for Lilith. " Leo answered tiredly as Mikey piped up.

" I didn't put anything up there? "

" That's because I did. " Raph answered, taking a sip of coffee as practically everyone turned to face him with a shocked or confused expression.

" Thank you, very comfortable. " I smiled as I continued to eat. He nodded with a huff as Mikey grinned at him.

" Growing soft or something Raph? " Casey grinned as Rapheal turned around to face him, causing Casey to find safety behind April.

" I'll punch you short stack. "

" Okay okay, I get it! " Casey whined from behind April as she made her way towards the table.

" Do you mind if I make a bow? " I looked up at Donnie as I finished off my breakfast.

" I don't see why that would be a problem. I have some wood you can use as the base. " He said as he disappeared into his room, returning a few seconds later with multiple sticks. I carefully took them, inspecting each one until I found one perfect for my new bow. He put the rest back as I sat down on the couch, knife in hand as I carved away. Eventually, Leonardo joined me on the couch, watching carefully as I carved away.

" What are 'ya making? " He pointed to the stick as I grabbed the string Donnie had brought over earlier.

" Bow. " I said as I tied the string and held up the bow. I pulled back, pretending to fire an arrow as he watched curiously. I stood up and I grabbed one of the smaller sticks I had sharpened for an arrow. I pulled back, breathing out as I let the arrow fly through the air. It hit the wall and stuck into it, I grinned, turning to Leo as he held a amazed expression.

" Woah! That was amazing! " He smiled as I retrieved the arrow.

" Want to try? " I held out the bow and arrow to him. He smiled, carefully taking it as I showed him how to stand.

" Hold here. " I carefully directed him into the right way to hold a bow, hissing slightly every time he tried to move.

" Shoulders back! Elbow up! " I barked, pushed his arms into place as I made sure his stance was good. I nodded as he breathed out to release the arrow. It didn't hit and he let out a frustrated groan as I snickered.

" Most do not get that far, did good." I retrieved the arrow as he handed back my bow.

" Yeah, well I'll stick to my katanas. " I nodded, smiling at the fact I was able to teach my new friends about my ways of fighting. I returned to the couch as he left, and I continued carving designs into my bow. Once I had finished with the designs on the bow I moved onto the arrows, sharpening them until they couldn't get any sharper. I then joined everyone for dinner, which was pizza, at the table. I was able to show off my new bow, shooting arrows quickly and swiftly into the walls as everyone watched. I retrieved them and crawled back up into my spot, sharpening them again before putting them in a quiver that Donnie had found a while back as dinner ended. I curled up, ready to sleep as the noise around the lair stopped as everyone went to sleep. That was, until the sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the space, I almost thought I was dreaming, until I heard someone breathing. I quickly and quietly hopped up, grabbing my bow and quiver and slinging them over my shoulder as I hopped down to meet Mikey, who was as pale as a ghost as he spotted me.

" Oh- uhh, hey princess...! " He whispered as I eyed him curiously while he grabbed his nun chucks off the wall.

" Where you going? " I whispered back, following after him as he walked swiftly and silently towards the exit.

" Um, just, y'know- out? " He grinned, trying to seem innocent as I followed him.

" Where. " I hissed softly back as he rubbed the back of his neck.

" To a Halloween parade... please don't tell Leo I'll be fine! " He whined softly, as I crossed my arms.

" Fine... but we stay together. " His eyes glowed as he led me towards the exit. As we climbed out of the hole I looked back, wincing internally, this was definitely not smart. But what was the worst that could happen?

I was quickly distracted all the people; my mouth fell agape as we joined the crowd. A smiled crawled across my face as we danced and sang with the crowd, Mikey was right, this is awesome! Many people came up to us, saying how good our costumes were. We just laughed and gave them fist bumps as we continued down the streets. It had to be almost midnight when I first noticed the smoke. I grabbed onto Mikey's arm as the smoke became thick and explosions sounded off. We were separated in the panicking people, I looked around as fear rose in my chest, only to meet those purple eyes from my dream. They pierced through the smoke; I felt my heart leap into my throat as I froze under their gaze.

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atomicdaydream · 1 year ago

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The Worst Part is Not Knowing

A TMNT Short

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You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at the rain. It was coming down in heavy sheets, obscuring the street below. You sighed, wondering when it would finally let up. You were tired of the gray hazy days and long cold nights. You were so ready for the sun! To feel it on your face, your arms, your shoulders. Silently, you pressed your hand to the window, saying a silent prayer for your beloved. Nights like these made you nervous for him and his brothers. The rain made it easier for bad men to hide in the shadows. Leaving your extended family vulnerable.

You glanced at the clock on the small nightstand next to your bed. 1:00 a.m.. He was late. He normally stopped by around midnight. Your apartment was conveniently on his route back towards the lair. The cup of tea that you made him sat chilled by the window, steam no longer rising from its center. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to shove away the hundreds of negative thoughts that threatened to pull you under. You refused to believe that something had happened to him. To any of them. He must have got caught up with something. Maybe a robbery? A mugging?

You smirked to yourself, remembering how you met him, once upon a time finding yourself in an alley at the end of a gun. You remembered how calm and collected he had been when he rescued you and so very sweet. The fact that he was a 6 foot mutant turtle absolutely meant nothing to you. He was taken aback by your nonchalant attitude. So much so that he felt comfortable enough to introduce himself to you.

“My name is Leonardo.” His brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he looked you over. “But you can call me Leo.” He smirked.

Leo. The most beautiful name in the world.

Slowly, his brothers introduced themselves as well.

That was five years ago.

How time flies! Especially when you finally find where you belong. Over the course of those five years, you found yourself down in the sewers more than you ever thought possible. Leo wanted you to move in with him, but you just weren't ready. Now, staring out the window, you regretted that choice. What if something did happen? You quickly glanced at your cell. Should you call? What if he’s in the middle of a fight? Would it distract him? Making something inadvertently happen to him? Your gut twisted and squirmed. Now was the time when you really hated that Splinter didn’t have a cell phone.

Your mind whirled. Who could you call? Casey? You looked at the clock again. Would he even answer? You licked your lips, walking over to your phone. You slid your finger over Casey’s name, your breath hitching as you waited for him to answer.

“Y/N?” His sleepy voice came over the line.

“I’m sorry, Casey. I’m having a bit of a hard time.” You explained.

“What’s going on?” He asked, more alert.

“It’s Leo. He’s late. He’s never late!” Your emotions began spiraling out of control.

“Hey, Y/N! Calm down, hun! I’m sure he’s ok! I haven’t heard anything from the guys. I’m sure they’d call if he wasn’t ok.” He said, his words soothing your mind. “I’d call you if that ever happened.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I didn’t think about that.” You said softly.

“Tell you what. Let me give Raph a call and I’ll call you back. Ok?” He said.

You nodded. “Yeah. Ok. Thank you, Casey.”

“Sure thing! Be right back!” He hung up, a buzzing sound filling your mind as you pulled the phone away from your ear.

Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your phone, your eyes fixed on the time. 1:30am.. You squeezed your eyes shut, intense dread filling your gut. “Please be ok!” You whispered harshly. You were definitely going to insist that you at least be able to text him while they were out on patrol from now on! There’s no way your heart could handle another night like this! Your hand absentmindedly squeezed your phone as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Come on, Casey!”

“Hey.” Leo’s voice suddenly drifted across your bedroom.

You instantly stood, your phone falling to the floor as you locked eyes with him. “Leo.” You whispered.

He took a few steps toward you, the base of his shell dripping as he left wet footprints on your carpet. “I’m sorry I’m late, Y/N.”

You thought you’d be angrier at him, that you’d sling a few biting remarks, but the truth was, you were just glad he was there and most importantly that he was OK! You shook your head slightly, a few tears falling down your cheeks. Without another word you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around him, your pajamas soaking up the rain from his plastron. Leo sighed, wrapping his arms around you as well as he kissed the top of your head.

“We need to come up with a better arrangement.” You said as you pulled back to look up at him.

“I agree. Does this mean you’ll move in with me?” He smirked.

“Among other things.” You sighed, leaning up to kiss him. Just behind you, your phone dinged. You didn't need to look to know it was Casey texting you that Leo was in fact quite alright.

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akesdraws-blog · 2 years ago

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Unexpected Help

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After the turtles' patrols as well as their countless confrontations with criminals, let's say that the turtles have become more and more prone to wounds, injuries and more every day. Their last and most dangerous mission ended up resulting in them having to hide in the nearest place, which happened to be a Veterinary Clinic. Donnie could at least grab maybe one or two supplies so he could treat her brothers' wounds. But let's say the injuries turned off their ninja mode.

R. -Just look for tape and let's go- Y/N. -If you are going to treat that shell you will need to remove the damaged tissue and an antibiotic ointment-

None of the turtles noticed the fact that an individual was staring at the wound on the huge shell as if it were nothing. Honestly, their first meeting was a bit blurry in their heads, they were only certain that they had been helped by a veterinarian, although they were also scolded. They hadn't even been able to leave because of that vet's instructions, but it was probably more than anything because of the anesthesia that had their heads in the clouds.

The turtles stayed in place for a few days. In which they were thoroughly treated and deprived of any type of junk food, especially pizza. (A suffering for everyone) At first it was difficult to start eating a strange porridge that a stranger gave them. But after Donnie watched how you prepared it and you explained the benefits of it, it was easier for everyone to eat it. (But none of them liked the taste)

The turtles could only watch that little human walk from one end of the room to the other as he changed bandages, cleaned wounds, even fed each turtle, and sometimes even dragged them to a corner so they could get some sunlight. of a special lamp. (Which Mikey certainly loved)

The most difficult time was cleaning time, needless to say they constantly refused, but after hearing the consequences of poor hygiene for the wounds and shell, they agreed at the end of it all.

° Raph was the hardest to clean up as he constantly complained about how slow you were at cleaning him up. (Prefers water at natural temperature) ° Mikey felt like a King, and he always insisted that he still felt dirt on his shell. (He likes warm water) ° Donnie was the most talkative, although he made a mental note of what you did so he could do it himself in the future. (Prefers cold water) ° Leo is the easiest to clean, once he accepts he puts himself in a position where it is easier for you to clean him. (Prefers hot water)

Once the four turtles' shells were almost completely healed, and his wounds had closed enough to leave. There was only one thing left to do.

L. -We appreciate that you have helped and cared for us during this time- D. -But, we would like to ask you please not to talk about us- Y/N. -Are you talking about how I treated four giant turtles with ninja weapons? No problem.- R. -How are we sure that he won't give us away?- M. -Well, he cured us, I don't know about you, but I felt like a vacation, except for the porridge he fed us- L. -What my brother means is… How can we trust your word?- Y/N. -Veterinarians use our knowledge and skills to protect the health of animals, alleviating their suffering, and not to harm them… I won't say anything, but it's better for everyone to come regularly for a general health check-up.

Needless to say, after that unexpected help. The four turtles regularly visited the veterinary clinic. But someone always ended up being scolded.

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fizzle-fag · 2 years ago

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(AO3)

You often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You aren’t sure how you kept ending up there, considering there was always shit going on all throughout the rest of the lair and whatever hell broke loose on the surface. Though at the moment, Donnie and you were the only conscious creatures under the city. Donnie’s sleeping schedule was absolute dogshit, and since you knew you’d end up not sleeping anyway, you stayed with him. Most of the time you just watched, and now was no different. He didn’t mind having you around, but would never voice such.

“Hey Dontron,” you began, staring him down as he tinkered with some invention. “You wanna play Mario Kart?” He stopped and looked up at you, confusion plastered to his features. He quickly shook any emotion from his face and went back to work.

“No. I’ve told you before, I have to finish this project.” You consistently tried to get him to stop working and just watch a cheesy horror film from the 80s, or play video games together and drink coffee, but he refused as often as you offered. He looked up again, visible annoyance growing. “And don’t try to talk me into it again. I’m not in the mood.”

You frowned, narrowing your eyes. You turned around, placing a hand dramatically on your chest. Donnie couldn’t see it, but there was a smug grin spread wide across your face.

“Oh you’re right, dear Donatello. Gaming with a master like myself could never be in store for a turtle like you. You certainly wouldn’t want to have your ass handed to you by me again now, would you?” You blinked open an eye, watching him closely out of your peripheral vision.

His eye twitched and he instantly dropped his screwdriver. He glared up at you, basically staring though your soul.

“I’m not falling for your pitiful trickery. You are the one who constantly loses and we both know it.” Donnie picked his tool back up and went back to work. What he was working on was a mystery to anyone whose IQ wasn’t ninety points north of genius.

“Mhm. You’re just terrified of losing. Some fear of yours?” Time for your favorite game: annoy the living hell out of Donnie until he plays video games with you.

“Oh? Is that what you think it is? Fine then, I’ll play your stupid game, and I won’t lose to your dumb ass either,” he retorted, storming past you. He muttered to himself in annoyance, blazing scowl prominent on his face. His feet loudly hit the concrete as he went for the door. He grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you out of the lab, tossing you and your shit-eating grin into their “common area.” It was surprisingly comfortable for being a cement pit in a sewer, but not incredibly. You landed in the pit with a thud. A satisfied thud.

“Mhm. You’re toootally gonna beat me,” you shot back sarcastically. Donnie semi-violently tossed a controller at you. You didn’t catch it, but he was never violent enough to actually hurt you. He’s too smart for that. You came to the lair often enough to have a controller reserved as “yours.” You didn’t own it, per se, but you used it every time you played on the Switch, and only you. This was a strange, fucked-up family of ninja turtle mutants, their half alien sister, some random punk, and a rat—but it was your family now too.

“You’re always such a pain in the ass…” Donnie scoffed, grabbing his usual controller as well. He slumped down next to you as the Nintendo booted up. He huffed out an angry sigh, staring dead ahead. You both slipped the controller straps onto your wrists. They were a fun new addition, token of Raph’s Mikey-induced black eye (which then led Mikey to having a Raph-induced black eye.)

You shot him a toothy, pompous leer, which only ticked him off more. He bumped into you with his shoulder, shoving your smug ass away from him. His attention zipped back to the television the moment the game loaded. He was under no circumstances going to lose to you. You, being the smug bastard you are, crossed your legs with a flourish and sighed, your mere breath teeming with drama.

“Oh? Is that fear on you I smell? Sweet, sweet Donnie, oh what a fool you are to face me,” you crowed, leaning your back against him. You could feel his body tense at the touch, but he didn’t bother objecting to it. He rolled his eyes, attempting to focus fully on the bright screen before you. It was around the fabricated time of 4 in the morning, the only nearby lighting the TV.

You both played as your usual characters. Donnie made sure you could never unsee Rosalina being a girl boss terrifying goddess of death, and you made Donnie unable to not see Waluigi as some strange queer man who made terrible jokes with the humor of a twelve year old.

When the game was about to begin finally, the two of you stiffened, sitting with hunched over posture and rigid forms. The very millisecond you could, you both hauled ass forward, bashing ruthlessly against whatever or whoever you needed to. Which in truth was mostly each other, but still. No one was safe from your driving wrath. The intense silence in the air air was thick enough to cut, broken only by cartoony game sound affects and your harsh breaths.

You were finally able to strike a lucky block not even a second before Donnie, you managed to regain lead. His breath stopped in his throat at being shoved into second.

“Oh dude- a banana peel!? Really?” Donnie criticized I’m frustration, glowering at you for a split second.

Your heated gaming and “mature” trash talk continued for maybe another hour or two before you were both worn to the bone. The two of you had ended up laying down facing the TV, ankles overlapping each other. At some point you’d gotten cold and grabbed about a million blankets, building a small temple over and around you and Donnie. Both of you could feel your eyes drooping, your skills slowly becoming drowsy and weak.

“Hey.”

“What the hell do you want?” Donnie was exhausted, but not in the slightest less salty than before. A smug smirk grew on your face. You would turn to face the mutant, if there weren’t a massive heap of blankets covering both of you.

“I beat your sorry ass,” you taunted, sticking your tongue out. The turtle couldn’t see any of your expressions, but you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Donnie’s foot hit you in the back of the shin.

“Oh fuck you…” you could almost hear his eye roll. He yawned, causing you to yawn as well.

“No you.” A very mature response from a very mature person. You pulled a blanket over your nose. Your game had timed out by now, the screen frozen in place like a nightlight now. You could feel your eyelids beginning to fall shut.

“Ugh. I’m gonna end you one of these days,” Donnie scoffed out. He yawned again, not being able to stop it. He let his arms fall out to his sides, Nintendo controller clattering softly beside him, not even partially laced with his fingers anymore. “I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhm.” You replied sleepily. You were both moments away from sweet sweet unconsciousness. “Love you too, loser.”

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A random one shot I made at like. 5 to 7 AM. AO3 liked it so I might as well put it here as well. I have not played Mario Kart since I was six so ignore any inaccuracies.

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sweaterrat · 4 months ago

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“You’re pretty..”

Some lemlav art I made back in December heh (I never finished it bc I’d rather pull my hair out one by one than draw a background)

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hotheadedhero · 1 month ago

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Preoccupied (18+)

AN: Is Bay Raph constantly on my mind? Yes. Should you be on his mind constantly? DAMN STRAIGHT! I need not say more 😘

(NOTE: I had to delete the last post and reupload because for some reason it wasn't coming up on Tumblr under any of the tags. If the world doesn't need my smut just tell me now 😭)

Raphael x Reader

All characters are aged up

Warnings: NSFW, smutty content, 18+, MDNI, swears (though that's probably the least of your concerns in a fic like this), dirty thoughts, bordering on obsessive, masturbation, angsty because, damn it, I can't help myself, this got weirdly biblical for some reason, idk how to tag nsfw content, an insomniac trying to grammar, my first official smut so apologies if it stinks :'D

You’re a damned distraction, and Raphael doesn’t know what to do about it. He isn’t without his distractions. In fact, he’s classically known to get torn up in his head over things, especially when there’s an injustice thickly rooted in whatever nameless problem ails him. You, on the other hand, agitate him in ways he wishes not to be true. You’re everywhere he goes, just not physically, like a phantom limb - a subjugator who has conquered his very being.

Many times, over and over, he has tried to categorise you, label you, so he can file you away and forget; anything in an attempt to get you out of his mind, as abnormally pragmatic as it is for him to go such a route. Are you a friend? Best friend? Something more? He bristles at the thought. ‘More’ is dangerous. ‘More’ is a bridge he’s not sure he wants to cross because of how deep this goes, how dark it is.

He catches himself thinking about you at the most inopportune moments. When he’s supposed to be strategising with his brothers, he’s replaying a conversation with you in his head, dissecting your words, searching for hidden meanings. He sees you in the flickering neon lights of the city, a fleeting silhouette blending into the urban tapestry of this concrete jungle. When he’s meant to be watching a game, he’s picturing your hands intertwined with his, your voice fluttering out his name, your body…

You’re not just a distraction, you’re a disruption, and the universe is hellbent on finding ways to toy with his teetering lucidity.

Grumbled curses and wet footsteps can be heard long before you’re seen, but silent curiosities would have been better left when you eventually appear in the lair. Three of the four brothers find themselves around you, each snickering at the pressed spring that is your body. Your crossed arms only tighten further into themselves, lips pulling in between your teeth at their lack of sympathy, but then you remember, they are boys.

Leo is the first to compose himself, matching your exaggerated stance with a raised grin. “You’re not looking very weather-appropriate.”

“I was up until about five minutes ago.” Your hands wipe away at your scrunched-up face. “One moment, sun.” You fling them down, the water hitting the ground with an offensive slap. “The next, a bunch of angry clouds piss on me.”

Laughing semi-heartedly, you loosely gesture at yourself, but dilated pupils behind red cloth have been trained on you the moment you walked in. Head-to-toe, you’re soaked: your clothes stick to you in a way that feels intrusive, accentuating every curve and contour he's learned to admire from a distance, only daring to steal glimpses when you’re not looking. The damp fabric clings to you like a lifeline, his of which is fleeting, and it just highlights your shape, each detail so clear, too clear. It shatters the fragile walls he’s fought to keep intact, a crude violation of the mental boundaries he's desperately trying to maintain. Raphael can’t stand it, and he loathes how the rain has matted your baby hairs to your forehead, a small, insignificant feature compared to the rest, and yet it leaves you looking the most exposed.

In the hazy realm of conversation woven between you and his brothers, he drifts, utterly unaware now. He thinks he catches a flash of Donnie hurrying away, yet the essence of it all slips through his fingers like mist. His form is anchored to this corner, while his thoughts wander far beyond the grasp of the present moment. He wants to lick the rain off your cheek and whisper unspoken secrets he never knew he could keep, what he’s been aching to do to you for so long. He can almost picture how you would taste against his tongue, how soft your skin would be compared to his calloused touch.

As his gaze drops out of focus, you inch closer, lowering to a crawl. Staring up through your lashes, you stop on your knees in front of him, eyes glazed with his deliverance and his destruction all at the same time. He can practically see everything from this angle, each wet crease of material grasping closely onto your body, impersonating one of those marble statues that seem impossible to make by hand. Your damp palms press into his thighs to hoist yourself up, the cold doing little to cool him, doing the opposite, in fact - warm puffs of air feathering against his starved face. His breath shortens, but he does nothing. This should stop; he can’t find it in himself to press that big red button, but this needs to stop. As you close in on him, lips ghost over his own with expectant sighs mixing between each other, and then-

The towel draped over your shoulders is the fire blanket to his perverse absorption; he’s pulled back into reality, where he is, but it doesn’t completely snuff out the embers. His eyes have had a taste of you now, a sample of the meal that he hungers so hopelessly for. You glance around, your gaze lingering on Raph for a fraction of a second before panning away, and he jolts, like a live wire has been threaded through his veins. In that second, he thinks you know, he thinks you’ve caught a glimpse into his vulgar mind, and he expects you to run off, but you don’t. Instead, you pull the towel closer and laugh at something Mikey says, the short spit of eye contact already falling from your awareness whilst it nails into his with a hammer.

Raphael’s fists clench under the table, knuckles paling beneath the wraps. You have no idea. He's thankful for that but it almost pisses him off that you have no clue just how much you invade his everything. He doesn’t quite know when this all started, but he hopes to God it has an end because he’s not sure how much longer he can handle it.

There's a deep shame that comes with these daydreams, an itch that burns within the lowest parts of his belly every time his mind so much as wanders. Unfortunately, the image of you, any image of you, scorches him worse than that guilt, which is why he can't resist those long nights of rutting against his pillow, endless scenarios flicking behind his eyes like a roll of film that goes on forever. There were many reasons that he was thankful for finally getting his own room, more so now than ever. It doesn’t matter what you do, he finds himself in the same place by the end of each day. There’d be the occasional brush of arms, a weightless touch that would burden his skin with gooseflesh, or moments when he’d manage to make you laugh, and the sound itself would drive a tremble through his shell. He thought this was an innocuous crush to begin with, all signs pointed that way, and then it happened.

Shit.

He remembers how this all started now.

It was one of those instances when you didn’t want to go home, too tired after a particularly harrowing shift at work. You had gotten a decent amount of TLC at the lair, but arguably too good, as you found yourself drooping on the couch. The boys would have happily escorted you back home, even volunteering to carry your sluggish form if that’s what it meant, to which you threw out some languidly-humoured remark about them trying to kick you out. Not even. Not ever.

“Take my bed,” Raph had offered without a second thought.

The proposition felt harmless at the time, and his intentions were so. There was no way he was going to let you sleep on the worn mound of springs and pillows that had endured the weight of four mutant behemoths for so many years. He could take it for the night, no big deal. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and truthfully, he was more than willing to sacrifice his comfort for yours. He hadn't even considered the implications of you sleeping in his bed, nor did he think of the consequences: this seed of yearning that would be planted that night to bloom and blossom into the twisted, prickly vine that now chokes his thoughts.

You, bless your oblivious heart, had accepted readily, a tired smile gracing your lips. "As long as you’re sure, Raph. I don't want to put you out."

"Positive," he'd confirmed, a little too quickly perhaps, and then retreated to grab a blanket and pillow.

That night, he barely slept. The couch was uncomfortable, sure, but there was something else: something that nagged at him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it. His first thought was the lack of activity from the day, barely any thugs had tried their hand at disturbing the peace, or whatever peaceful looks like for the streets of New York. Chances are, he was just restless from how many skulls he didn’t crack. Maybe not. At the time, he was stumped for an explanation, and that only secured his inability to suspend consciousness.

Before long, the early morning had arisen, and you along with it. Raphael’s failure to nod off meant he caught your freshly woken self tiptoeing out of his room. He made no effort to greet you, playing into the idea that he was genuinely asleep as you thought him to be, some parts convinced that he might have been. You slid through the lair with a swan-like equanimity he didn’t want to disturb; each clip of your shoes against the floor calculated and measured to soften the blow of your steps. He probably would have woken up were he soundly snoozing, but the attempt was still appreciated. Raphael never regarded himself as the type to silently observe, to pick up on the little details with such ease, but he had found that he was a little more introspective about these things since you’d been around.

Once you had disappeared completely, he rose from his “slumber” and slipped into his room. He figured he’d be able to get at least a couple of hours' sleep under his belt. He was very wrong about this, however. Upon entering his room, he quickly realised that sleep would be much harder to come by now. The lacklustre day had left him restless, that’s what he kept telling himself at the time, but that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was the apparitional warmth of your presence on his bed, and if he tried really hard, he’d almost be able to perfectly emulate your body lying in his company. Moreover, it was the lingering scent, faint as it was, that had truly undone him - sweet, undeniably yours, intoxicating. Slowly, he had descended atop the mattress on his side, his cheek brushing against the pillow that you had previously lain on. He could picture you in his place, as you had just been minutes before, curled up in his blankets, comfortable in his space.

He inhaled deeply, committing the fragrance to memory. Succumbing to this was crossing a precarious line. He thinks he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. A thick rope had taken hold of him without his knowledge, narrowing its taught breach the more he let himself surrender. As he took another heavy breath in, his hand crept down to the beating, almost painful throb that had somehow alluded him until that moment.

This was wrong. Perverted. He was taking advantage, in a way, of your trust, of the virtuous act of offering you comfort when you needed it. You wouldn’t want this. You wouldn’t want him thinking of you this way. And yet, he just could not stop. The essence of you clung to his sheets, whispering promises he had no right to entertain.

A groan escaped his throat, muffled by the pillow he was now pushing into his face, practically suffocating himself in the hints of you that were lingering deep within it. He imagined you hearing him, recoiling in disgust, the trust in your eyes replaced with disappointment, with something akin to fear. The thought was a sharp, painful stab, but still, it wasn't enough to halt his sudden fit of impure mania. He was too far gone, caught in the undertow of his appetite.

He came quickly, shame immediately washing over him in a freezing wave. The pleasure was fleeting, unsatisfying, tainted by the knowledge of his transgression. He lay there, panting, the scent of you now heavy and cloying, no longer intoxicating but strangling. He wanted to scrub himself clean, to erase the moment, to rewind and never offer his bed in the first place.

In his post-nut clarity, it hits him, the disgrace of it all: how badly he wants you, how desperate he is to feel the weight of your body on his, how much he needs every plush piece of skin to become tainted under his hands.

The days that followed were torture; worse than torture if there’s a word for it. He knew he had to avoid you, at least for a while. There was no way he could bear to face you, to see the innocent trust in your eyes. He needed time to process, figure out how to reconcile the image he had of himself with the reality of his actions, but any moment of closure would be met with opposition. Annoyingly, small things: a hair clip in the dojo, a book on the kitchen counter, a faint smudge of lip gloss on a discarded coffee cup. In your absence, these tiny objects served as landmines to his crime, a reminder of what he had done and what he couldn’t have.

Instances in which you were present to share the same air as him, however, were worse, and they still are. If you’re reading, he’s watching the curve of your neck. When he hears you laugh, he hears a calling that simply doesn’t exist. He may catch you licking your lips when they dry, an inattentive habit that makes him envious of your tongue. Each one of these details slots into a catalogue, stored away in the private chambers of his mind to be revised during those lonely nights.

Even his epiphany about stepping back and admiring from afar has been contaminated. Productive revelations have been spoiled and replaced with this thing he doesn’t know how to name. That act of defiling a space you occupied had undeniably tarnished any interaction with you, and in doing so, he had tarnished himself.

He’s a terrible person. People don’t have thoughts like this about their friends. Or, if they do, they’d at least stand a better chance of enacting these thoughts. He should just exonerate himself from you entirely, retreat to the shadows as he has always been taught to. The temptation itself almost makes him laugh. That would imply he has the will strong enough to remove himself from your life, a will he no longer possesses now that you’re in his.

Why can’t it be so easy?

That morning that started this all, something inside him had irrevocably broken. A dam had burst, unleashing a torrential wave of depravity he never knew existed within him. Before that, he’d just thought of you as someone who occasionally wracked his nerves in confusing ways if the circumstances were right. Now? You are everything: his obsession, his undoing, his most profound and concealed secret.

If only this were a simple crush, he could settle for that. It would come with its own problems, he knows, but he could at least sustain it with more prudence; deal with it.

He remembers a time, before you, when his nights were his own, when he could lay his head down after a job well done and bid the day farewell. His skin twitches if he tries to keep any urge at bay, fever lurches behind his eyes any time they close, and if by some miracle he can find his way to sleep without giving in, you all but manage to torment his dreams, too. Vivid, explicit, and utterly mortifying. He’ll wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and worst of all, with morning wood just to add more to this mess for atrocities' sake. He really shouldn’t be thinking about you in this way. You’re a friend, that’s the operative word he strains to keep in mind, but his body, his innate calling, doesn’t care about propriety.

It’s especially bad when he wishes he could practise his older brother’s restraint and condition himself to keep you out of his head. Leonardo’s calm, almost serene detachment is a lifestyle away from his turbulent fixations. Leo, the picture of divine patience, can seemingly shut off any unwanted thought with the flick of a wrist, whilst Raphael is a wildfire, and you the kindling. It’s not as though the routine tactics of his brother would serve him aid in this situation, anyway. Meditation has never done him any good, and it’d only give you the space to tangle yourself up in his imagination again. Instead, he buries himself in his workouts. He tries to sweat it out, tire himself to the point of mindless exhaustion, but the sweat itself stings, and the ache in his muscles is a feeble attempt to dull the sharper ache in his shell.

When he isn’t riddled with pliable what-ifs and maybes, when there is a moment that these lascivious infections decide to leave him be, he has the camera peering down at himself. How long can he actually keep this up? How long will it be before he cracks, before he says or does something he’ll live to regret, regret more than what he’s already done in the dark corners no one dares tread? He’s a ticking time bomb, and you, naively unaware, are holding the detonator.

One way or another, you’re in everything he does, absentminded things like fiddling with his sai; the touch of cool steel against his palms imitates the delicate curve of what he imagines your jawline to feel like. Even the harsh rasp of his father’s voice during sparring matches can't silence the whisper of your name, a prohibited prayer that lingers in his ears. He can't keep you out of his head. He hates it, this constant, burning awareness of you – a forbidden fruit he longs to taste but knows he can't. The self-disgust, the guilt, the painful longing; all of it is a cruel torment, a self-inflicted wound he can't seem to staunch.

He wants to scream, especially on these restless nights, to shatter the silence and break free from the invisible bonds that chain him to this impossible, unbearable infatuation. Yet, all he can do is lie there, a prisoner of his desires, and you visit him once again, not as the friend he knows, the one who laughs easily and quips back with no effort, but as a vision of his indecency. Your smile is a siren's call, eyes a bottomless reservoir of promise. You say things he can only ever dream of hearing from your lips.

This is a fantasy he’s played out innumerable times, but each rerun feels like the first.

You lie back, sprawled across his bed like a fallen angel. Is he your rescuer, or the bastard who shot you down just so he could have you? He can fool himself into thinking this is a mutual salvation, but his jealousy of the stars will have you dragged into the pit with him, where he can savour your divine spirit all to himself. You would never willingly step away from heaven’s light to meet him, of course you wouldn’t, but at least he can pretend, even for a short while, that he has somehow convinced you to fall into this madness with him. He can delude himself that he isn’t quite so alone, and so he follows the illusion of you and takes, moving like a man possessed, lacking dignity, lacking regard.

He stops fighting these premonitions now. He thinks that if he wholeheartedly appeases this greed, abandons all virtue to the fever dream that paints you as his willing partner, that he’ll be set free. He lets the imagined warmth of your skin banish the cold reality of his isolation. He allows the phantom scent of your hair to fill his airless room, drowning voluntarily so that he can fall to the ocean’s depths where he may finally find peace.

This dance with delirium, sometimes culminating for hours, eventually has to conclude, however. Your mirage blurs into nothing the closer he gets to the end, hoping with a crossed jaw that this will be the last time he sullies your good name inside his fist.

It never is.

No matter how many times he relieves himself to your notion, it never alleviates the want, the need, the dependency that’s been conceived on this idea of having you. It only makes it worse. His stomach empties more each time, and his head bloats with new possibilities just to mock him. Every instance in which he falls victim to his imagination, he staggers closer to Hell, and Earth’s core will burn him alive long before he ever admits to the degeneracy of his vestige’s mind. This false impression of reality is much sweeter, bitter in its aftertastes, but easier, a dark bubble without complication, without an outward looking in to tell him how wrong this is.

You’re a damned distraction, and at the cost of his sanity, Raphael can’t find it in himself to do anything about it.

This is kind of an idea I coined off of @moxfirefly (called Obsesión on AO3) when I realised the similarities halfway into writing, so go read that!! It's a good one yo 🙏

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fluffytriceratops · 2 months ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 [𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑]

notes: fucking finally. here you guys go. here's your meal. [i still have so many requests to do send help-] 2003 is one of my fave ver if not my fave ver bcuz this is the ver i grew up on. this and the 90's live action movies. so i really need to write more with them. raph in particular is so nostalgic to me bcuz he was my fave as a wee babe.

warnings: nsfw mentions/smut, mature language,

click here to read donnie's ver. [will be adding the others later too]

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mystics-tmnt-blog @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 @dreamstormdragon @magickdream-creations @definitely-canon @misty-angerose @karma-reader @muamazon4 @akesdraws-blog @battydora @kate03-27

[if i've forgotten anyone i'm so sorry please comment or dm me and let me know and i'll add you right away so i don't forget in the future!]

if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!

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- loves to edge you to oblivion. will make you beg for release.

- loves to spank your ass. but he won't hit you anywhere else, he doesn't want to actually hurt you. but he likes to smack your ass. sometimes outta nowhere too, so be careful.

- please drink and watch wrestling with him. he'll love you forever. cracking a cold beer and watching wrestling is probably one of his favorite things. does it with casey a lot. but would def prefer to do it with you.

- if you actually take him to a match? marriage on sight-

- secretly likes romance/romcoms but won't admit it. does get heated when he watches them though. "why the fuck would he do that?" & "this is stupid, they should just be together. why bother being friends with benefits?" & "BUT THEY BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER THIS IS CRAP-" etc.

- covers you in hickies. doesn't care if anyone sees. in facts he wants them to.

- if you bitch to him about it after? he'll just shrug and smirk.

- definitely calls you princess and good girl.

- takes you for rides on his motorcycle. will also fuck you on it-

- snores really loudly. you might need earplugs. but he loves to cuddle. likes you to sleep on top of him. or to have his arm thrown around you.

- leggings are his kryptonite. he's an ass man so if you show it off for him, expect some good loving. also loves thongs. loves to see the band of your panties/thongs pulled up and on display.

- will literally tear off your clothes if you let him. he finds it hot.

- his brooklyn accent is delightful and you adore it and he KNOWS you do. so he'll 100% tease you with it.

- makes you beg for his cock. fingers you into oblivion first. will have you coming multiple times before he gives it to you.

- LOVES to make it known how pretty he finds you. he's always complimenting you during sex. likes to call you pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, etc. "that's it gorgeous, takin' it so good for me-" etc. [askdhsgh-]

- sometimes will goes slow to tease you and so he can really feel you. but he'll eventually get tired of it and will pick up the pace. if he's really fired up, he goes fast and hard.

- aftercare is always really sweet though. and he always feels a bit bad if he hurts you. even if you say it's okay. in the moment he can get a little rough. and while he enjoys it, he also feels guilty if he see's bruises on you from his fingers or if you're extra sore later. he'll draw you a bath, his tone will get soft. he'll massage you. he really is super sweet after.

- he's always scared he's going to accidentally hurt you or take things too far. it's a big fear of his. you usually have to reassure him a lot.

- he's insecure. and he isn't good with words or emotions. please be patient with him. he'll apologize eventually after arguments, but it may take him some time. he's better with actions rather than words. might not actually say "i'm sorry" but he'll show it in other ways.

- his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

- loves it when you wear his color. (red) he thinks its really sexy on you and to him it's kinda like showing others that you're his and it's a big turn on for him.

- red lingerie will kill him. ;)

- will wear any marks you leave behind on him with pride.

- has a bottle of your perfume/body spray in his room. likes to smell you on his things. esp if you're away and he hasn't seen you in a while.

- also probably has a sweater or something of yours in his room. your presence and scent calms him. you usually switch them out for him once your scent starts to wear off. or he'll casually just stroll into your room and trade one item for another hehe.

- goes to you/your place when he needs a break or he has a fight with one of his brothers. rants to you about leo often. might get upset if you take leo's side, esp if the fight is very recent and he hasn't had a chance to fully cool off yet. choose your words wisely during this time as he might just storm off or say something he doesn't mean and will regret later.

- would love to spar/train/work out with you.

- if that's not your cup of tea, he would also love it if you just watched him do so. he likes to spend time with you, even if you're not really doing anything. and he just likes to have your eyes on him/your attention.

- i believe any of the turtles would be with any body shape, but i also believe that raph esp would ADORE a plus size/chubby/curvy baddie. more to love in his eyes. loves to feel your curves. and he could 100% lift you and likes to as well. always has his hands on you. can't get enough.

- short king in the early seasons but he does get a growth spurt and grows taller in the mid and later ones. if you knew him before then, you love to tease him about his height.

- lots of vacations to casey's farm house. you can't really go on proper dates or go to places (since y'know he's a mutant turtle) so his best bro definitely hooks him up. weekends at the farm house have become something you both do quite often and always look forward to. especially when it's just the two of you.

- in the beginning (God created the heavens and the earth- sorry lol) he probably asked casey/april for advice. in my head i see it as he starts to ask casey for advice and april overhears and casey is just giving him trash awful advice so she interjects and gives him actually good advice lol.

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khayalli · 1 year ago

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reader x turtles doodle dump because i simply do not have it in me to clean these up

bonus raph one. it wasn't gn so I wasn't sure whether to include it but hey ho! he deserves soft love also

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taleeater · 8 months ago

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April Showers Bring May Flowers Part 1

TMNT Bayverse

TMNT x FTM Reader

Reader uses he/him pronouns.

April had a good sense for news. Which usually meant she also had a good sense for trouble. She interestingly makes a new friend one night who helps her escape a hostage situation with a local gang before the boys have to come rescue her. This new friend has a troubled past, and is stuck in a hard place, but ultimately has a good heart and wants to do the right thing. Can April and her turtle companions sway their new friend to the path of good?

Warnings: drugs mention, kidnapping, OC side characters

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It was an early spring night with a chill in the air. The boys were out patrolling when they got an alert from April’s panic button. She was in trouble.

The ping of her location appeared on Donnie’s hologram indicating that she was at a small pier in Brooklyn. They were all the way up in the Bronx, worryingly much too far away to reach her anytime soon.

Leo quickly gave the orders and they did not hesitate to rush at full speed to her aid.

The turtles just hoped they could reach her in time.

“Is this how you normally treat your guests?” April sassed from the chair she was bound to. She was sitting in the middle of a dingy old shipping warehouse on the pier. “I’m a reporter, you know. People will be looking for me.” She warned.

“Ah, and when will that be? Tomorrow morning?” The boss wearing a fluffy white pimp coat chuckled. He was smart, and he knew what he was doing. “So what will you do, exactly, if we let you go. Tell the police about our hideout? Give them detailed descriptions of our faces? If you’re a reporter-” The man leaned over her, casting a shadow over April in the low light. “Write an article about us?” He taunted innocently, making the other thugs in the room chuckle darkly.

Across the room, concealed by shadows, the slight frame of a young boy stood with his back pressed against the frame of a creaking wooden door, watching his boss converse with their hostage with sharp eyes.

Eventually the woman in the yellow leather jacket’s head drooped in defeat, and Carver waved a dismissive hand as he walked away. He ushered some orders to the awaiting thugs, and left the building in a flourish. One of the large bulky men approached the young boy.

“Here, tonight’s deliveries.” A paper list and a gas station bag full of labeled lunch baggies containing white powder was unceremoniously thrust into the boy’s hands. He pulled out the rusty metal lunch box from under his arm and deposited the drugs safely inside before walking out the door without a word.

The group of thugs standing guard in the creaking old warehouse were boredly gossiping amongst each other, while one or two of them occasionally glanced over grinning amused at April.

She huffed. Just great. She hoped the boys got her distress signal. But she knew depending on the route they took that night, it could take quite some time to get to her. Knowing them, they probably forwarded her location to Casey in the police department. But in a hostage situation, it could easily get messy. They would probably try to surround the place first before moving in waving their guns around.

Just then, the distant sound of police sirens could be heard echoing through the city. The thug’s heads perked up and looked around anxiously, then quickly turned their attention to April. The group started to approach her while one of the men ordered two of them to break away from the group and prepare the van.

“Ooooh no no no no-” A larger man pulled out a roll of duct tape from his coat pocket and tore off a long strip with his teeth as he neared her. “NOOOO NO NO NO- HELP!!! HELP!! HEL-”

Suddenly, the sound of several loud car alarms started blaring from outside. The other two men appeared in the doorway and shouted to the others that their tires had been slashed. There was rising panic and alarm as the slow approaching sound of police sirens in the distance and the loud blaring car alarms drew unwanted attention to their position. The thugs all ditched April and ran out the door to deal with the cars.

April sighed at her luck, her thundering heartbeat calming marginally in her chest.

From the other side of the warehouse, April almost didn’t catch a hooded head quickly peeking inside the room. They looked around, then once confirming the room was cleared, darted swiftly over to April. She watched the young boy with his lower face covered with a handana place a finger over their mouth in a shushing motion, and pulled out a switchblade from their pocket, flipping it open.

April gasped, and struggled a bit on her restraints. But the boy paid her no mind, rushing behind her and made quick work of cutting the zip ties. Her wrists snapped free, and before she could even think to say anything, her wrist was grabbed and she was harshly pulled to her feet. The two immediately sprint out the back door, the swift young boy dragging her along at high speeds.

The crisp wind rushed past her ears and she breathed hard trying to keep up. April’s eyes fixed to the black hood of her accomplice. In no more than a few minutes, they jogged to a halt in a dark residential area a few blocks away. April doubled over, hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

“Who-... Who are you?” She struggled out between harsh breaths, looking up at the young boy. Strangely enough, she caught sight of the rusty metal lunch box clutched tightly in his free hand.

The young boy barely spared her a glance before his attention switched to the group of loud police cars rounding the corner, and quick as he appeared, he ran off down the street and disappeared behind a corner.

April watched after him with interest, straightening before stepping into the street to wave down a police car.

About an hour later, Leo, Mikey, Donnie, and Raph arrived on the scene, finding April standing around outside the warehouse talking with Casey surrounded by several flashing police cars. The boys dropped down and approached them, giving nods and waves to other passing police officers they were familiar with.

Casey looked exasperated, seemingly arguing with April. His eyes caught sight of the approaching mutants and he sighed, both adults turning to them.

“Guys- PLEASE tell this stubborn woman that she can’t keep throwing herself in danger like this!!!” He loudly expressed his frustration. Leo pat him on the shoulder comfortingly. Raph stopped behind Leo with his arms crossed, flicking the toothpick around his mouth as he grinned amused. Donnie was off somewhere following around a police officer asking them questions.

“Angelcakes!!!” Mikey rushed past them with arms wide open to scoop up April in a hug. “Ah, I’m so glad you’re safe.” She giggled and pat Mikey’s chest in his squished hug.

“I’m fine Mikey, but look!! I found the shop warehouse of that dangerous new gang that's been taking over the East side.” She glanced over to the wide open doors of the old warehouse as police officers filtered in and out, carrying around evidence. Mikey set her down gently and turned to inspect the building, appearing impressed. Then he caught sight of Donnie and rushed after him to follow him around as he scanned passing boxes of evidence.

“That’s great April, but maybe next time call us a little sooner when you have a hunch? I’m glad the police made it in time, but Casey is right. You have to be more careful.” Leo stepped in as the voice of reason with his mother-henning. April rolled her eyes and Casey threw his arms up in mock defeat, pacing around to lean heavily against the hood of his car.

“Actually, the police didn’t make it on time. This kid actually saved me.”

Donnie’s head popped up into view, looking intrigued, while Mikey skid to a stop beside him, clearly not listening. Leo and Raph exchanged a curious look.

“What kid?”

The young boy was walking briskly down the street, checking over the little slip of paper in his hand and shaking his lunch box, satisfied that there was no sound or weight left inside.

“Well, that's it for tonight.” He turned into a dark alleyway and walked deep into the shadows. Then he crouched down and pulled a cheap lighter from his pocket, and lit the paper on fire. He let it burn completely until the embers encroached on his fingertips, then he dropped it and stamped out the fire.

Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, with the signature rusty lunch box tucked under his arm, he made his way to Brownsville, Brooklyn.

“I hope Sheila isn’t working tonight.” He mumbled, kicking a rock with his beat up sneakers. Hoping that there would be a couch for him to crash on for the night. If not, he was reeeeally not looking forward to working tomorrow smelling like a crack house.

A gust of cool wind brushed by and knocked the hood off his head, making him look up at the low hanging moon. And the passing of his faded memory of dark figures leaping across the city skyline.

To be continued.

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New York City: Chapter 2

|| Chapter 1 || :: || Chapter 3 ||

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Torture, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

Introducing another Oc ;)

Oc owned by @echo-55

Fanfic inspired by @talewrites (pls go read their fics I AM BEGGING YOU THEY ARE AMAZING)

I was snapped out of my trance by the spark of electricity that shot through me. I let out a scream as I leaped on top of a car, pulling my bow back and releasing an arrow into a Foot Clan soldiers head. I tried to look through the smoke, but it was just too thick. I growled, looking back down at the Foot soldiers who had surrounded the car. I jumped down, knocking multiple of the soldiers down with my bow. I pulled back, whipping around as I heard heavy footsteps getting closer, before I could think I had ducked to the ground as a car went flying over my head. I scrambled up, leaping at the form that had thrown the car.

" Wha— HEY! GET OFF! SHE'S ON MY FACE! " I landed a hard punch to the creatures' face as I leaped back. I hissed, drawing my bow as he shook off the blow. I aimed, letting out a breath as I released the arrow, It shot right into his side, and he let out a roar of pain. I quickly scrambled back, booking it for safety.

" MIKEY?! MIKEY?! " I yelled out for him, my panic causing my heart to race as I searched around the smoke-filled streets as I dodged the Foot Clan. I tried to scramble up the fire escape but was yanked back down.

" Ohh no you don't kitty. You not getting away this time! " He growled, tusks meeting my ear as he held me up by my hair. I twisted around as I got my footing, landing a kick to his stomach, causing him to drop me. I scrambled for safety as I heard the familiar sound of electricity sparking at the end of their batons. My ears pressed against my skull as I leaped to my feet and away from the mutants. I hopped onto cars to dodge them as they tried to zap me. I hissed, knocking the Foot Clan down with my bow and then shooting arrows at the mutants that came charging at the car. Before I could react, the car I was perched on was flipped into the air. I screamed as I went flying into the street, I gasped for air as I jumped up and towards the buildings. I was dragged down and thrown back into the street. My mind was swirling as I tried to figure out what to do, but my thoughts were quickly shut off by the pain of electricity coursing through my body. I writhed in pain as I was poked and prodded with the electric batons. My eyes clouded with tears of pain as I pushed myself up, and I attacked the taller mutant. I grabbed the horn on his face and used to shove him to the ground as I flipped over him. As soon as I landed, I was running again. My breaths became panicked as I heard the pounding footsteps of the two mutants behind me. I tried to run but was stopped by a sharp kick to my side that sent me flying. I whimpered, trying to pull myself back up from the concrete as I felt blood drip down my face, blocking my vision. I was hit with a nauseating wave of electricity as foot soldiers gathered around me. All I could do was writhe and scream in pain on the hard ground as I heard the pounding footsteps get closer. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for a quick death.

" We gotta go. The turtles are here. " I shakily pushed myself up, growling at the mutants who stood before me. If I could just hold them off long enough, I would be fine.

" You just don't give up, do you? " The smaller one laughed as they each grabbed one of my arms. I kicked and tried to grab onto anything I could, but it wasn't working. I growled, panic and fear boiling in my stomach as I bit down hard onto one's arm. He screamed, dropping me to the ground. I shakily pushed myself up and hissed, trying to pull my bow out, only to realize I must have lost it in the fight. I balled my fists, taking a shaky stance as they came closer. My thin figure towered over them as they loomed closer. I growled, leaping at the smaller one, I wrestled him to the ground as he yelped in pain each time I landed a shaky hit.

" DUDE- SOMEONE- GET. HER. OFF! " He growled, and suddenly I was thrown off. I pushed myself to my feet, wiping the blood away that was running down my face as I did. As they ran at me, my eyes widened with panic. I tried to stumble back but wasn't able to as they landed hits all over me. My face. My sides. My stomach. I fell to the floor, head swirling in pain as they dragged me somewhere. I screamed as someone stabbed an electric baton into my sides. I couldn't think, each time I started to I was met with a horrific wave of electricity that sent me back to square one. I was thrown into the back of a van as the two mutants climbed in after me, batons in hand. I let out a growl as I tried to get up but was shoved back to the floor by a large hand on the back of my head. I yelped in pain as my face was slammed against the metal floor of the van.

" No no little miss. You stay right there. " I let out a groan of pain as I felt more blood run down my face.

" Be nice back there, Stockman will have both your heads if you kill his newest experiment. " Someone from upfront said coldly, causing the two mutants to groan in annoyance.

" We ain't gonna' kill 'em! Just, y'know, ruff 'em up! " There was a shared laughter as the two high fived. I slowly was regaining my thoughts as the swirling of my head went away, but I stayed on the floor, silently listening for anything useful. At the turn of the van, I jumped up, throwing myself at the doors. They didn't budge. Locked. I yelped as I was grabbed by the hair again and thrown down as the baton's came to life. I desperately fought to get the two off of me as they held me down, tying my arms behind my back and tying my feet before stabbing the batons into me. I screamed as the waves of sickening electricity coursed throughout my body, my head was swirling so much I couldn't even move or make a noise anymore. Instead, I just lay on the cold floor, groaning in pain each time I was shocked. It must have become uninteresting because they eventually stopped and sat down, leaving me to slowly lose consciousness.

* * *

Mikey was unusually silent as the group returned to the lair as the other three ran to the computers. Donnie quickly typed something, the clicking echoing through the deafening silence of the lair as Leo towered over his sitting figure. There was footsteps as Splinter joined Mikey, who was pacing in the common room.

" What has happened, my sons? "

" Stockman got Lilith. " Leo answered coldly, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him and Donnie.

" Because someone can't follow DIRECT ORDERS!" Leo snapped, glaring at Mikey as Donnie typed furiously. Raph let out a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

" I got a location on some foot clan vehicles heading... towards the old warehouse. " Donnie quickly typed some more as the brothers gathered over him.

" I got the warehouse location. Let's go! "

* * *

I slowly blinked, the fuzzy sounds of talking meeting my ears. I groaned, trying to move but was stuck in place by metal arms. I looked around, desperately looking for an escape. I fumbled with the restraints as someone walked in front of the glass box I was trapped in. I hissed, lunging at the glass as they laughed. It was the two mutants from early. I winced as I was yanked back by the metal arms.

" I wouldn't move too much, wouldn't want to stab the wrong place." The man grinned as he walked behind me, I growled as I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. My thoughts were cut short as something was stabbed into my back, I let out a yelp of pain as the sound of machines whirring and clicking started up as the man returned to his computers. I panted, vision growing blurry as I hung there.

I blinked as someone started to beat on the glass.

" Hey! Hey! We are gonna get you out, don't worry. " I blinked even quicker as my eyes filled with tears.

" Kxäaw..? How did you - " I winced as a pulsing wave of electricity shot through my body. I let out a blood-curdling scream of pain as tears streamed down my face as I shook violently. I heard people yelling and beating on the glass as my vision blurried from pain, I couldn't think, couldn't.... couldn't breathe...

* * *

The brothers were halted in their actions as the glass box Lilith was in lit up with electricity. Mikey and Raph ran back over, trying to break the glass as she slowly went limp. Donnie was horrified as Leo tried to get him back on task.

" DONNIE! FOCUS! WE GOT TO SHUT IT OFF! " He barked, pushing his brother to where the computer and Stockman was. They both ran towards the computers as Stockman disappeared somewhere with the two other mutants. Donnie was quickly typing but stopped, turning to stone as he caught sight of Lilith mutating as the electricity halted.

She twitched, a snout growing from her mostly flat face as he arms split into two pairs. Her tail tripled in size as it grew to be paddle-like. Three armor plates sprouted from each side of her face, each having two sensory quills as fangs jutted out of her mouth. She shuttered, bright yellow eyes flying open as Mikey paused his punching. She lunged forward, ripping the wiring and metal arms down as she crashed through the glass. She let out what could only be described as a roar mixed with a scream of pain as she pinned the small terrapin. She snapped at his face like a wild animal as he pushed her back. She was dragged off by Raph as he tried to distract her from the terrified Mikey as he got up. She whipped around, growling as she crouched onto all fours.

/ gifs included to give readers an idea of what Mutant!Lilith looks like /

/ art of mutant Lilith here (loading....) /

" W-what– " Leo started to say.

" SHE'S MUTATED. " The stripe tailed mutant, a raccoon, jumped down from the piping, holding a chain that they were swirling around.

" We need to turn her back, or she'll kill all of us. " It explained, glancing at the masked purple mutant as he went to work to try and retrieve Stockman's files to find a cure. Leo joined beside her; katanas drawn as Lilith turned to face them. She panted, letting out a roar as she leapt at the two mutants. The stranger, who was dressed in foot clan gear, threw the chain. It wrapped around Lilith's midsection and lower arms. She quickly spun, sending the stranger flying across the warehouse as she wiggled out of the chain. Raphael jumped onto her, trying to keep her down as she growled and clawed at him. She was able to grab his shell, throwing him off with one swift motion as she jumped up onto all fours, tail swiftly hitting the chain away as she stood up onto two feet. Leonardo ran at her as Mikey joined him.

" Woah there Princess! Hey? Can you hear me in there? " Mikey asked as he dodged her outstretched claws. She hissed in response as she leapt onto him, sending him flying as he twisted around so that his shell was up. She growled as Leo drove her away from his brother with some well-placed kicks and blocks. As he went to swing his katanas, she grabbed them and knocked them out of his hands. She jumped onto him, biting at his neck and face as he tried to shove her back. Just as her jaws were about to clamp down on his face, she was yanked off my Raph and the stranger. She leapt for the stranger, who quickly dodged as Mikey joined Raph. She quickly crouched down, staring silently at the two. She growled if they shifted even the slightest, staring the two down as she began to circle them.

" Looks like she's calming d– " Mikey started, only to be cut off as Lilith jumped into his back, sending them both flying. She stood up on two feet, one planted on the back of the smallest mutant, pushing him down into the ground as his shell let out a strained crack.

" This isn't good." Mikey wheezed out as Raph and Leo came running at Lilith.

" LILITH! " She whipped her head around to see who had yelled. She took her foot off Mikey as Donnie nervously stepped closer, bò at the ready.

" I know you're in there. You just need to calm down so I can get you the antidote. " He slowly stepped closer; she eyed him wearily as she stepped away from Mikey. He was almost in range to give her the antidote when Leo moved closer too quickly. She whipped around, leaping at the eldest of the brothers. They tumbled closer to the tank as she bit down into his arm that he used to block her from biting his neck. The brothers quickly rushed forward, Donnie raised his bò above his head and slammed the electric end down right in between Lilith's shoulder blades. She let go of Leo and let out a wail as the electricity shuttered through her body. She fell to the side, writhing in pain as the electricity slowly disappeared from her body. Donnie quickly gave her the re-engineered mutatagin as Mikey and Raph held her down. She struggled, growling and snapping for a few moments until she let out a wheezing breath and went limp. Slowly, Mikey and Raph let her go, but she stayed silent as her body started to transform back to normal.

* * *

I groaned, rolling over onto my back as my swirling brain fell back into place. Everything hurt, and my ears were ringing as my vision came back.

" Hey, hey, can you hear me? Lilith? " I winced as my hearing came back to me.

" Ouch... " I whimpered out as someone rolled me over onto my side.

" Is your friend alright? "

" She'll be fine– wait, who are you? "

" Nobody important, I'll be off now. Might wanna leave before the foot get back. "

" Wait!- You obviously don't fight with the foot, why don't you join us?" Leo jumped up as Raph shot him a glare.

" Really?- I uh-, okay then. I'll join your little rag-tag group. Names Mila. " She grinned slightly, calmly walking back over and crouching next to Lilith and Donnie.

I let out a groan as I reached my hands up.

" What... what happened..? "

" We'll figure that out later. For now, we need to get going before the antidote wears off. " Donnie said as he typed something onto the tablet on his shoulder. He looked at Leo, who was staring down at Lilith and the new mutant.

There were heavy footsteps as Dr. Stockman returned, holding a canister of mutagen in his hands carefully as Bebop and Rocksteady stood to his sides.

" Well, I was hoping she would finish you off for me. But I guess we'll have the fun of doing that, huh boys? " Stockman cackled as everyone's eyes widened in fear or anger.

I groaned as I was hosted up into the air carefully by someone.

" I've got your friend, I'll get her to safety, then I'll help you guys beat these assholes. " She growled, glaring at the mutants standing next to Stockman. Donnie was quickly at her side, showing her a map on his phone as Raph, Mikey, and Leo drew their weapons.

" Take her here. We have some friends who can take care of her till we get back. " He paused as he quickly looked me over one last time. She started to carry me away. I shoved myself out of her grasp, shakily standing up as she tried to get me to go with her as the brothers faced off against Bebop and Rocksteady. I winced, shuttering as my arms split into two pairs. I hunched over as I continued to mutate, my armor plates coming back, and my tail flicking harshly as I panted from pain. I closed my eyes tightly as I took a shuttered breath as the new mutant crouched next to me.

" We have to go! You are injured! " She pleaded as I pushed myself off the ground.

" Can't... family.. needs.. help.. " I growled as I stood up, tail lashing as I caught sight of Stockman making a run for it. I leapt for him, quickly clearing the space between us as he screamed. The mutagen crashed out of his hands as I plowed into him. I jumped for it, catching it in one hand as I whipped my head around towards him. He huddled on the floor as I towered over him, I dropped down to all fours as I crept closer. I lunged out of the way of Bebop, who was being chased by Leo and Donnie. I quickly jumped into the piping, hiding the mutagen and jumping back down onto Rocksteady's back as he chased Mikey under me. I roared, clawing at his face as he grabbed for me. He got a hold of my queue and threw me off of him as Mikey and Raph continued to attack him. I growled, jumping up as Mila joined me in my pursuit of Stockman, who was running for his life. I was quickly on top of him and tumbling forward as we hit the back wall of the warehouse. There was a crunch as I grabbed harshly onto his arms. I looked down, seeing one of his arms limp in my hand as he kicked at me. I threw him across the room like a ragdoll as I jumped out of the way of RockSteady, who came charging at me. I hissed in pain as I stepped into a pile of broken glass. Rocksteady quickly turned and charged for a distracted Mila as she followed after Stockman. I jumped up, throwing my full body weight at Mila to get her out of the way. I was thrown into the wall with a crunch as my arm, which I had tried to brace the impact with, broke. I let out a wail of pain as I staggered to my feet, Raph was at my side before I could register who it was.

" You alright there? " I nodded with a growl as I leapt for the mutant again, throwing him backward as we tumbled out of his grasp. I quickly jumped out of the way as he crashed in the wall, I glanced over at Mila, who had joined Donnie and Leo in their fight against a retreating Bebop. I turned back around as Rocksteady staggered up, also retreating after grabbing Stockman from the floor. I growled as I stood up on two feet, letting out a snort as I turned around.

" Woah there- can you control yourself? " Donnie piped up as the adrenaline started to wear off.

" yeah... very tiring.. " I mumbled out as he stepped closer, eyes glowing with curiosity.

" That must mean that it was electrical current that made you go feral. " He stated as I started to sway slightly.

" That's real interesting Donnie, but I think she's gonna– " My knees buckled, cutting Raph off as I started to drop to the floor.

" Woah there, falling down again so soon? " I looked up tiredly at who had caught me. It was Mila, she held me steady as Raph came to my other side.

" The mut– "

" I got the mutagen to Donnie. " Mila stated quickly, I let out a sigh of relief as everything went blurry.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was being gently placed into a bed, and I groaned in pain. My whole body felt like knives were embedded in it.

" I know, just hold still, I'll get you something for the pain, " I recognized the voice as Donnie's as his footsteps disappeared.

" You sure put up a fight. " Raph joked as I tried to pull myself up.

" Where.. where is Kxäaw.. "

" Who? "

" K-kxäaw... brother.. " I groaned as I pulled myself up. He tried to stop me as I tried to drag myself off of the bed.

" Woah there tiger, you need to stay here. " He said as I was pushed back down. I slowly regained my vision as Donnie returned, with a syringe of something. My eyes widened as he put it into the IV that was stuck into my arm.

" This should help with the pain. " Donnie quickly said as he caught my scared eyes. I gulped dryly and nodded. I sat up, swaying slightly as Raph held me up by my shoulders.

" What happened...? " I muttered, slowly looking up at Raph.

" You and stupid out there snuck out to go to a Halloween parade and the Foot ambush ya'll. " Raph explained as I winced in embarrassment.

" Is Mikey okay? " I looked around quickly.

" Ya' that idiot is fine. You, on the other hand, are not." Raph stated.

" Oops? " I grimaced as Donnie and Raph both glared at me.

" Sorry... Everyone okay? "

" Yeah - well, except for Leo, you bit the shit outta-" He was cut off as Donnie cleared his throat and motioned to me as my eyes grew wide.

" What..? " He grimaced as he realized he had said too much.

" But he's fine! It was just a scratch..! " He tried to explain as my stomach twisted into knots.

" Where Leo? "

" On the couch with Mikey, but you should really-" Donnie started as I pulled myself out of the bed shakily. I wobbled as my knees buckled under my weight, but I caught myself with the bedside table as I steadied myself. Raph was quickly by my side as I leaned onto him for support as I wobbled towards the exit. Donnie trailed behind us, looking annoyed and worried with the IV pole in hand. I noticed my bottom right arm was bandaged tightly to my midsection, and my other three were covered with cuts when I went to lean onto the door frame. I winced, looking down at my bandaged feet as I started forward again.

" Leo, you got a visitor, " Raph gruffly said as Leo sat up from the couch.

" Damn you look ruff. " I cocked my head slowly to see Casey standing with Mila and April, who was staring silently as Mila looked me over with a worried expression.

" Thanks.. " I hissed sarcastically at Casey as I turned back to Leo, who had gotten up and walked over.

" Woah, you need to go lay down. " He said as he looked over me, wincing at my injuries.

" I... I'm sorry... Hurt family. " I apologized softly as tears of pain and guilt welled in my eyes. His eyes softened from worry to pure sympathy as I spoke. I put a gentle hand on his bandaged arm as tears poured out of my eyes.

" Hey, look at me, " I looked down, wiping my face instinctively.

" It's alright, it'll heal. We are just glad you're alive. " My bottom lip quivered as he spoke. He hugged me gently as Raph let me go into his grasp. I started to shake as soft sobs escaped my lips, my knees buckled as my ribs ached. I groaned in pain with each sob, and Donnie was quickly at my side along with a very worried Mikey.

" You okay there princess? " Mikey said as Leo gently let me into Donnie's grasp so he could look me over. I nodded, wincing with pain as Donnie reached the bruised spot at my ribs.

" Good god. You need to lay down, " He said quickly, causing everyone to look at him with fear.

" What's wrong with her? "

" She's got a couple of broken ribs that I missed in the initial exam. Probably internal bleeding. " He said worriedly as I let out another hiccupping sob. I was quickly scooped up into someone's arms. I winced in pain as I was taken back to the medical room.

" I got ya' princess. " My ears twitched at the voice. It wasn't Mikey. I looked up with another hiccupping sob at Mila, who looked down at me with worry and sympathy. I winced, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a whine of pain as we made it to the room. She gently placed me on the bed as Donnie quickly started to place ice packs on my ribs. I let out a groan as I started to black out again.

* * *

" We can't just leave those two here with Splinter alone. " Raph growled in the circle of brothers.

" For all we know, she could be a spy or something!" He continued as Leo spoke up, glancing at the room where the two other resided.

" One of us could stay here, I know dad can handle himself, but it'll be better with one of us here. " The other three brothers nodded in agreement as Casey and April joined them.

Mila let out a sigh as she sat in a chair beside Lilith's bed, watching the sleeping alien silently.

" I'm.. I'm so sorry. " She mumbled out as she took her limp hand.

" I didn't know they were.. " She paused, lips pursing into a thin line as she glanced over the beaten body of the passed out, mutant alien.

" Evil.. " She sighed deeply, laying her head in her hands as her tail swished around nervously.

" Thank you.. for saving me. " She whispered, glancing up at the moving chest of Lilith, which was the only thing that showed she was still alive. Someone cleared their throat harshly, causing Mila to jump up with a startled gasp.

" Didn't mean to scare ya'. " Raph quickly stated as he took a seat on the other side of Lilith's bed.

" It's all good. Would you like me to leave?- " She questioned as Raph let out a sigh.

" No, you can stay if ya'd like. " He stated gruffly, glancing up as Mila watched Lilith nervously.

" How did she.. get here? " She softly asked, looking up at Raphael.

" No idea. Don says a portal of some sort. " He answered quickly as Mila raised an eyebrow curiously.

" She's from a universe where Pandora, the planet from some movies made here, is real. " He explained simply as he caught a glimpse of Mila's guilty expression.

" But you knew that, didn't you? " He stopped, looking over at Mila as she slowly nodded.

" Yeah.. " She mumbled with a sigh as she sank back into her chair.

" I was guarding the lab when they opened the portal... "

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