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A Maze of Hearts | TMNT Fan-Fic

Chapter 3: Training Grounds

⚠️Disclaimer: In this fanfic, the brothers and (Y/n) have surpassed the age of 18 and are in their early 20s. Despite the narrative being rooted in the TMNT context, the brothers' appearances are similar to their Bayverse designs. This is not based on the Bayverse story nor like any of the other multiverses created. This is an entirely different universe with these characters. This story is mainly about (Y/n) being stuck in a 'Love Maze' with the four brothers, AKA a 'Love Triangle'. This story contains NSFW content, including but not limited to graphic depictions and discussions of death, depression, suicide, and rape. If you are sensitive to these topics, it is advised not to proceed with reading.

⚠️Insight: (Y/n) is a human with a neutral gender to ensure enjoyment for all audiences. However, in NSFW writings, there will be three distinct versions with corresponding pronouns—She/Her, He/Him, and They/Them—. Throughout the story, various prompts will be included, and here is the key:

(Y/n) = Your Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(E/c) = Eye Color

(H/c) = Hair Color

(4,279 Words) (Saturday Night, August 19th)

(Y/n) headed back to the main living area, the persistent worry about the missing brothers weighing on their mind. The unsettling silence persisted, fueling the anxiety that gnawed at them. Just as they were about to voice their concern, a sudden movement in the shadows caught their attention. Out of the darkness emerged Michelangelo, his mischievous grin barely visible in the low light. Before (Y/n) could react, Mikey sprang forward, his nunchucks whirling through the air as he initiated a playful, yet unexpected, fight. Swiftly, (Y/n) unsheathed their wakizashi, intercepting the oncoming swirl of Michelangelo's orange-clad nunchucks with practiced precision.

Amidst the flurry of strikes and blocks, Michelangelo maintained his energetic assault, nunchucks twirling with a playful finesse. Between maneuvers, he managed to squeeze in a conversation, his grin unwavering. "You're getting rusty, (Y/n)! College making you forget the ninja moves?" Mikey teased, dodging a well-aimed strike. (Y/n) parried another attack, a smirk playing on their lips. "Just because I'm not here every day doesn't mean I've lost my edge, Mikey. What's going on with you guys?" Mikey's movements didn't falter as he responded, "We thought we'd shake things up a bit, you know? Keep you on your toes!" (Y/n) chuckled, realizing Mikey's intentions. "And a surprise attack is the new ninja tactic?" Mikey winked, "Just trying to spice things up! Plus, you gotta admit, it's fun surprising the un-surprisable ninja!"

The dance of combat unfolded in the lair's living area, the clash of weaponry and the swift movements creating a dynamic spectacle. Michelangelo, with his nunchucks in hand, executed a fluid series of strikes. (Y/n), wielding their wakizashi, countered with practiced precision. In a sudden move, Mikey swept low, aiming for (Y/n)'s legs. Swiftly responding, (Y/n) lifted one leg, dodging the attack, and then delivered a forceful kick to Mikey's midsection. The impact sent him staggering backward, but Mikey, ever resilient, used the momentum to somersault gracefully, landing on his feet. The fight continued, now weaving around the furniture in the living area. Mikey utilized the agility of his nunchucks to disarm and confound (Y/n), while (Y/n) countered with acrobatic kicks and swift strikes of the wakizashi. The furniture became both an obstacle and ally in their intricate dance.

Dodging a series of strikes, Mikey leaped onto the couch, using it as a springboard to launch an aerial assault. (Y/n), however, anticipated the move and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the flurry of attacks. Amidst the pulsating energy of their fight, Michelangelo paused for a moment, his nunchucks poised. "Whoa, (Y/n)! Your ninja skills are seriously impressive. Been practicing without us, huh?" (Y/n) smirked, deflecting Mikey's compliment with a swift counter. "Well, you know what they say. I learned from the best." A raised eyebrow and a mischievous grin painted Mikey's face. "Leo?" he guessed, expecting a confirmation. (Y/n) shook their head, a knowing smile playing on their lips. "Nope, not Leo. I learned from Master Splinter." Mikey stumbled back, genuine surprise coloring his expression. "Splinter? Oh right! Yeah! You used to train with us! Well, that explains it!" The realization dawned on him, and he continued the fight with renewed enthusiasm.

In a sudden burst of energy, (Y/n) lunged forward, catching Michelangelo off guard. With a swift move, they tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath their agile form. As they held Mikey in place, a firm yet inquisitive tone filled the room. "Okay, Mikey," (Y/n) began, "enough with the games. Where are the others?" But instead of a straightforward answer, a mischievous glint appeared in Mikey's eyes. A playful grin tugged at his lips as he quipped, "Well, well, (Y/n), didn't know you missed me this much. Trying to get up close and personal, huh?" Mikey's teasing remark was accompanied by a subtle blush, a reaction that wasn't lost on (Y/n). The pinning position suddenly took on a different tone as Mikey added a flirty twist to the banter, turning the serious questioning into a moment of lighthearted camaraderie.

Feeling the shift in the atmosphere, (Y/n) quickly moved to release the pinning hold on Michelangelo. Their expression shifted from the assertive questioning to one of bemusement. "What? No, Mikey, I just want to know where everyone is," (Y/n) clarified, an amused smile playing on their lips. Michelangelo stood to his feet, a sly grin on his face. "Lesson number one, (Y/n): never let your guard down around your enemy." His eyes flashed white, a sudden surge of energy propelling him forward. In an instant, he lunged at (Y/n), skillfully pinning them against the wall with unexpected strength. The playful banter took a sudden turn, revealing a glimpse of Michelangelo's formidable ninja skills. (Y/n) struggled within Mikey's unexpectedly strong grasp, their attempts to break free met with resistance. In the midst of their efforts, Mikey's teasing voice echoed, "Nah uh, (Y/n), I gotta teach you a lesson on what happens when you let your guard down around your enemy~"

As the tension in the room grew, and Mikey leaned in for a playful gesture, the unexpected intervention came in the form of Donatello. With precision timing, Donnie swiftly pulled Michelangelo away, saving (Y/n) from the impending close encounter. (Y/n) was caught off guard by the sudden save, their surprise evident as they stammered, "D-Donnie?" The unexpected intervention had momentarily shifted the playful atmosphere, leaving (Y/n) wondering about the dynamics at play. However, before they could delve into the situation, the lair seemed to come alive with the emergence of more figures. From the shadows, Leonardo and Raphael materialized, their presence adding to the unexpected twist. "This is supposed to be a training regimen, Mikey..." Leo's voice, tinged with annoyance, reverberated through the lair.

Raphael sided with Leo, grumbling, "Yeah, Mikey, you took it too far this time." Mikey, quick to defend himself, retorted, "Come on, guys, it was just a little friendly training exercise! No harm done." As the brothers exchanged heated words, (Y/n) couldn't help but interject, "What's going on?" Donatello, trying to diffuse the situation, stammered, "Uh... don't worry about it. Just some… training." He flashed (Y/n) a smile before turning back to the brothers. Donatello, glancing at Leonardo with an expression of uncertainty, asked, "So, uh, Leo, what's the plan now? Our 'silent ninja attack' on (Y/n) kind of got ruined by Mikey's little stunt." Leo sighed, realizing the need to redirect their energies. "Well, since the surprise is out of the bag, I guess we need to focus on our original plan. We'll discuss it later, but for now, let's get back to training."

After Leo's directive, the group reluctantly made their way to the dojo. Raphael rolled his eyes, giving Mikey a playful shove in the background. Meanwhile, (Y/n), Donnie, and Leo walked together towards the training area, leaving the minor squabble behind. As they strolled, (Y/n) couldn't help but giggle slightly, breaking the tension with a light-hearted remark, "Well, it was a good plan, Leo.” Donnie chuckled in agreement, while Leo shot a glance back at the bickering brothers. Leo nodded, a hint of approval in his expression. "It was a good plan... Let's just get to the dojo and start training." With that, the group entered the dojo and sat on their knees in front of Leo, who stood before the four.

Leo cleared his throat, his tone becoming serious. "Alright, team. We need to get back into the regiment of training. There's a potential new alien threat, and we can't afford to be unprepared." He looked at each of his brothers in turn, emphasizing the importance of the upcoming training sessions. "We'll be doing some one-on-one sparring today to sharpen our skills. And since (Y/n) has been away for a while and is human, they'll be the first to fight." Addressing (Y/n) directly, Leo added, "We need to make sure you're up to speed with the changes. No holding back, okay? We're all here to support each other and ensure we're ready for whatever comes our way."

(Y/n) nodded in agreement with Leo's words, understanding the importance of the training regimen. However, they couldn't help but voice a suggestion. "Leo, I get the need for training, but how about I spar with Mikey again? His little surprise attack was kind of unfair, and I want a fair match this time," (Y/n) suggested, a determined glint in their eyes. With (Y/n)'s request hanging in the air, the room fell silent for a moment. However, Leo eventually nodded and broke the stillness. "Fair enough. (Y/n) and Mikey, you two go first. Let's keep it clean, no surprises this time," Leo declared. A bright grin spread across Mikey's face as he eagerly responded, "Awesome! Get ready for round two, (Y/n)!" The thrill of a fair rematch sparked excitement in the orange-clad turtle, setting the stage for the first sparring session in their renewed training regimen.

Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo all shifted to the sides of the training mat, their eyes fixed on the impending match between (Y/n) and Mikey. Leo spoke up, reminding them of the seriousness of the training session. "Remember not to hold back. During your match, you two are enemies," Leo emphasized, his gaze shifting between the combatants. (Y/n) nodded in understanding, readying themselves for the bout. Mikey, always one for a bit of humor, chimed in, "Enemies, got it. But you know, we're still friends after the match, right?" A goofy grin accompanied his comment, indicating the playful spirit he brought to the sparring session. "Sure, Mikey. We're still friends," (Y/n) replied with a small smirk. Mikey couldn't resist some pre-fight banter. "Okay, prepare yourself, (Y/n). I've been practicing my ninja skills since our last encounter." (Y/n) chuckled, rolling their eyes. "We literally fought not even five minutes ago, Mikey." Leo intervened before the banter could go on for too long. "Hajime!" he declared, signaling the start of the match.

The dojo was filled with the rhythmic sounds of training, as Mikey and (Y/n) faced each other on the mat. Mikey twirled his nunchucks with a practiced ease, the metallic swishing cutting through the air. On the other side, (Y/n) gripped their wakizashi, adopting a defensive stance, ready for Mikey's moves. Mikey initiated the attack, launching forward with a series of swift strikes. His nunchucks whirred through the air, each swing calculated and precise. (Y/n) deftly blocked the incoming strikes with the wakizashi, their movements fluid and controlled. As the dance of combat unfolded, Mikey showcased his agility, leaping and spinning in a display of acrobatic prowess. (Y/n) adapted, anticipating Mikey's movements and countering with well-timed parries. The clash of metal resonated in the dojo, creating a symphony of battle.

Mikey attempted a disarm maneuver, aiming to catch (Y/n) off guard. However, (Y/n) swiftly sidestepped and retaliated, using the flat side of the wakizashi to tap Mikey on the back, scoring a point in their friendly match. Undeterred, Mikey grinned, showcasing his infectious enthusiasm. "Nice one, (Y/n)! But don't think it'll be that easy!" The banter continued as the two engaged in a back-and-forth exchange. Mikey's nunchucks blurred with speed, creating a dynamic challenge for (Y/n) to navigate. Meanwhile, (Y/n)'s precision and technique with the wakizashi proved to be a formidable defense. Midway through their sparring match, (Y/n) couldn't help but bring up Mikey's earlier words, "I gotta teach you a lesson on what happens when you let your guard down around your enemy~." With a playful grin, they asked, "So, Mikey, what did you mean by that?" Mikey's confidence grew, and he responded with a cocky smirk, "I can show you if you like~" The playful banter continued, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the match.

However, (Y/n) saw an opportunity and seized it. In a swift and calculated move, they swept Mikey off his feet, bringing him to the ground. With the wakizashi pressed gently against Mikey's neck, (Y/n) declared victory. "Lesson learned, Mikey," (Y/n) teased, the friendly banter taking on a victorious tone. Raphael couldn't contain his laughter as (Y/n) pulled off the victorious move, putting Mikey in a compromising position. His boisterous laughter echoed through the dojo, a mixture of genuine amusement and brotherly teasing. "Nice try, Mikey! Looks like your lesson on lettin’ your guard down turned into a lesson for yourself!" Raph teased, enjoying the light-hearted moment at Mikey's expense.

Leo rose from his seat, a proud smile on his face as he approached the mat to congratulate (Y/n) on their victory. Turning to Mikey, Leo offered a firm but supportive critique. "Mikey, you let your guard down. In a real fight, that could have cost you," Leo pointed out, his tone emphasizing the importance of the lesson. "If (Y/n) wasn't your friend and truly our enemy, you would've been in serious trouble." Extending a hand, Leo helped Mikey to his feet after (Y/n) graciously stepped back. After helping Mikey up, Leo engaged in a brief conversation with him, likely offering some additional guidance on improving his combat skills. As they spoke, Leo eventually turned his attention to (Y/n) and posed a question. "(Y/n), who would you like to spar with next?" Leo inquired, giving them the choice to decide their next opponent in the ongoing training session.

(Y/n) couldn't help but question the necessity of another sparring session, a hint of confusion in their expression. "Why am I fighting again?" they asked, a bit puzzled. Leo, with a calm and focused demeanor, explained, "Because you're human, you need the extra training. We need to ensure you're at your best in case we face a real threat." His words were rooted in a genuine concern for (Y/n)'s well-being and readiness. However, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a slight offense at the implication that their humanity made them less capable. Nevertheless, they brushed it off and decided on their next opponent, "Fine, I'll spar with Donnie next." Donatello rose from his seat, a confident smile on his face as he approached the mat. Leo and Mikey shifted to join Raph on the edge, creating a small audience for the upcoming spar. Donnie pushed up his glasses with a thoughtful expression and twirled his bo-staff with a flourish. "We haven't sparred for a while, (Y/n). I look forward to it," Donnie remarked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and analytical curiosity. With a playful glint, he added, "Remember, no holding back, (Y/n)~."

Leo, embodying the role of Sensei, raised his hand and declared, "Hajime," signaling the start of the sparring match between (Y/n) and Donnie. The atmosphere in the dojo intensified as the two skilled ninjas prepared for their duel. Donatello twirled his bo-staff expertly, a calculated and strategic move. (Y/n), armed with their wakizashi, adopted a defensive stance, ready to counter any of Donnie's attacks. The first clash of their weapons echoed through the dojo, setting the tone for the intense match. Donnie lunged forward with a series of precise strikes, probing (Y/n)'s defenses. Their movements were agile and well-coordinated, each anticipating the other's next move. (Y/n) skillfully parried Donnie's attacks, retaliating with calculated strikes of their own. The dance of combat unfolded, the mat becoming a canvas for their intricate maneuvers. Donnie, utilizing the reach of his bo-staff, attempted to keep (Y/n) at a distance, while (Y/n) closed the gap, aiming for swift and close-range strikes. The clash of metal and the synchronized rhythm of their movements painted a vivid picture of their prowess as ninjas.

As the fight progressed, Donnie showcased his intelligence on the battlefield. He strategically feinted attacks, attempting to outmaneuver (Y/n). However, (Y/n) remained vigilant, reading Donnie's moves and countering with a mix of precision and agility. As the sparring match between Donnie and (Y/n) reached a momentary pause, Donnie couldn't help but express his admiration. "Wow, (Y/n)! All this time away, and you're still as skilled as I remember," he remarked, genuine appreciation coloring his words. (Y/n) was momentarily caught off guard by the compliment, a hint of surprise crossing their features. In that split second of distraction, Donnie seized the opening, swift and calculated. With a skilled maneuver, he used his bo-staff to pin (Y/n) against the wall, demonstrating his own quick reflexes and strategic thinking.

Donnie, towering over (Y/n), released a series of breaths as he peered down at them. When they glanced up, they noticed a soft pink hue gracing Donnie's features. Assuming it was a consequence of their rigorous sparring session, (Y/n) dismissed any further thoughts about the subtle change in his complexion. Donnie's staff pressed against (Y/n)'s wakizashi, effectively immobilizing them. The brief exchange showcased not only their physical prowess but also the constant need for awareness and focus in the unpredictable world of ninja combat. "Caught you there, didn't I?" Donnie teased, a playful smirk on his face. "Yame!" Leo's authoritative voice echoed from behind Donnie, prompting the purple-clad turtle to release (Y/n) and step back, adjusting his glasses with a swift motion.

Leo approached (Y/n) with a discerning gaze, analyzing the recent sparring match with Donnie. "You let his words get to you, just as Mikey did prior," he pointed out, his tone a mix of observation and guidance. The wise leader recognized the importance of mental resilience in combat, emphasizing the need to remain focused and composed, regardless of the circumstances. (Y/n) sighed in response to Leo's observation, a hint of annoyance coloring their tone. "I know what I did wrong, Leo," they muttered, frustrated with their momentary lapse. Leo paused for a moment, meeting (Y/n)'s gaze with a stern expression. However, he chose not to dwell on the matter further. "Pick someone for the next round," he instructed, refocusing the training session. (Y/n) decided to face the hotheaded Raphael next. "Alright, Raph, you're up," they declared, meeting the challenge head-on. Raph grinned, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Good. I've been lookin' to fight you since you got back, pipsqueak," he remarked, his competitive spirit evident in his words. Donnie, having concluded his match, took a moment to express his gratitude. "Thanks for the match, (Y/n). It was a good sparring session," he acknowledged before retreating to the edge of the mat alongside Mikey and Leo.

Raphael and (Y/n) circled each other on the training mat, a playful tension hanging in the air. The banter between them began almost immediately. "So, you think you can handle me?" Raph teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Pipsqueak, huh? I've been away for a while, but I'm pretty sure I can still give you a run for your money," (Y/n) retorted, their confidence matching Raph's. Raphael's smirk widened as he absorbed (Y/n)'s confident reply. "That's what I like to hear," he grunted, charging forward with an explosive burst of energy to initiate the battle. The clash of their weapons echoed in the dojo as Raph swung his sais with calculated precision, aiming to test (Y/n)'s defenses. (Y/n), wielding their wakizashi, moved with agility and skill, blocking Raph's strikes and retaliating with swift counterattacks.

The dance of combat unfolded, each movement a calculated response to the other's actions. Raph's brute strength met its match in (Y/n)'s nimble finesse. They dodged and weaved through the attacks, anticipating Raph's every move. The sparring session became a dynamic exchange of blows, the mat serving as their battleground. Raph's sai clashed against (Y/n)'s wakizashi, the distinct sound of metal meeting metal reverberating through the dojo. The air crackled with the energy of their friendly rivalry. Raph's strength pushed (Y/n) back, but they responded with agility and strategy. They feinted, creating openings that allowed them to land calculated strikes against Raph.

In a surprising twist of agility, (Y/n) smoothly slid under Raph's attack, evading his strikes with swift finesse. Before Raph could react, (Y/n) positioned themselves behind him, their wakizashi pressing against his neck in a victorious stance. "I told you so," (Y/n) remarked, a hint of amusement in their tone. (Y/n) pressed the blade of their wakizashi closer to Raph's neck, a demand for submission. "Drop the sais, Raph," they instructed with a firm tone. Raph, acknowledging the defeat, complied, releasing his sais and dropping to his knees as instructed. Leo's authoritative voice cut through the intensity of the moment. "Yame," he declared, signaling the end of the match. (Y/n) withdrew their blade from Raph's neck, taking a step back to create some distance from the towering turtle. As Raph rose to his feet, a wicked smirk crossed his face. "Never knew you to be so dominant, (Y/n)~," he remarked, his tone carrying a teasing edge.

Leo approached Raph with a critical eye, offering constructive feedback on his performance. "You need to be quicker, Raph, and be cautious of your weak points," he advised, his leadership role guiding him to help his brother improve. The air in the dojo became charged with tension as Raph dismissed Leo's advice. "I don't need you tellin' me what I did wrong, Leo. I know my own weaknesses," Raph growled, his temper flaring. Leo, maintaining his composure, responded firmly, "Master Splinter entrusted me with the role of Sensei. What I say goes, Raph. I'm just trying to help you improve." Raph scoffed, a scoff filled with skepticism. "You might be the Sensei, but that don't mean I see you as one. I've been leadin' this team just as much as you have." The argument escalated, each brother defending their stance.

Donnie and Mikey, sensing the escalating tension between Leo and Raph, rushed to intervene, attempting to deescalate the situation before it spiraled out of control. "Come on, guys, let's not do this," Mikey urged, his voice carrying a note of concern. Donnie, ever the voice of reason, chimed in, "We're a team, and we need to stick together. Fighting each other won't help us face whatever's coming." However, Raph, still simmering with frustration, brushed off their attempts. "Save your lectures. I don't need anyone tellin' me what to do," he declared, crossing his arms defiantly. Leo, standing his ground, responded, "Raph, we're family. We need to trust and support each other. Master Splinter taught us that." "Oh, don't give me that. We all know it should've been me in charge, not you," Raph asserted, his words carrying a surge of frustration. He shoved Leo backward, eliciting a grunt from the usually composed leader.

"Raphael," (Y/n) spoke up, stepping between the feuding brothers. Their sudden intervention commanded the attention of all the turtles. Placing a calming hand on Raph's arm, (Y/n) looked up into his red orbs, a silent plea for restraint and understanding. "We're a team, a family. We've been through too much together to let disagreements tear us apart. Let's focus on what matters – the mission and protecting each other." The touch of (Y/n)'s hand on Raph's arm carried a reassurance that spoke louder than words. Almost as if touched by magic, Raph felt a calming influence seeping through (Y/n)'s touch and lingering gaze. After a moment of contemplation, he relented with a resigned sigh. "Fine," he grumbled, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. Mikey and Donnie both released audible sighs of relief as Leo approached (Y/n) from behind. "Now that that's settled, it's our turn to spar," Leo declared, steering the focus away from the previous tension and back towards their training regimen.

(Y/n) nodded in agreement with Leo's proposal, gracefully returning to the center of the mat. Meanwhile, Mikey, Donnie, and Raph took their places on the edge, observing the impending duel with keen interest. The anticipation hung in the air as (Y/n) and Leo assumed their stances, weapons poised and ready for the next round of their sparring session. “Hajime!” Leo called and the dojo was immediatly filled with the rhythmic clash of blades as (Y/n) and Leo engaged in a spirited sparring session. The air crackled with the energy of their movements, both warriors displaying precision and skill honed through years of training. Leo, wielding his twin katanas with a fluid grace, moved with calculated elegance. His strikes were swift and controlled, each movement purposeful. On the other side, (Y/n) danced around his attacks, the wakizashi an extension of their own swift movements. The clash of metal echoed through the dojo, a harmonious melody of battle.

As Leo expertly countered (Y/n)'s attacks, a steady stream of instruction accompanied each move. "Remember, you need to predict your opponent's moves," he would admonish, his voice carrying the weight of discipline. Conversely, when (Y/n) found themselves caught off guard, knocked back by Leo's precise strikes, the stern training intensified. "Get to your feet! Your enemy would strike while you're down with no mercy!" Leo's voice, gruff and demanding, echoed through the dojo. The relentless pace left (Y/n) breathless as they tried to keep up, the cycle of counter, parry, attack repeating in rapid succession. Leo's teachings were a formidable blend of guidance and tough love, pushing (Y/n) to the limits of their skill.

The two ninjas moved in a synchronized dance, each step deliberate and measured. (Y/n) initiated a swift feint, luring Leo into a defensive block with his katanas. Seizing the opening, (Y/n) seamlessly transitioned into a rapid spin, delivering a precise strike that momentarily unbalanced Leo. Undeterred, (Y/n) launched another attack, but Leo, ever the adept strategist, caught on to their tactic. In a swift and calculated move, he swept their feet from underneath them, causing (Y/n) to gracefully tumble onto their back. In an instant, Leo capitalized on the advantage, pinning them down with a precision that spoke volumes about his mastery. The gleam of katanas hovered dangerously close to the mat beside (Y/n)'s body, emphasizing the control Leo exerted over the sparring match. "Anticipate your opponent's moves, but ensure you don't fall into predictability yourself."

I hope you enjoyed chapter 3 of 'A Maze of Hearts'! This is a work-in-progress story, however, if you are interested please let me know by liking/commenting/reblogging/etc. I will be posting chapter four in the near future so come back later to check if it's there! Thank you.

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A Maze of Hearts | TMNT Fan-Fic

Chapter 2: Beneath the Surface

(Y/n) = Your Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(E/c) = Eye Color

(H/c) = Hair Color

(3,689 Words) (Saturday, August 19th)

The blaring sound of (Y/n)'s 7 am alarm cut through the quiet of the room, abruptly rousing them from a deep slumber. As they fumbled to silence the persistent beep, the events of the previous night flooded back into their consciousness. The stealthy navigation of the city's shadows, the gleaming instruments of the forensics lab, and the mysterious black ooze—each memory played like a vivid reel in their mind. As (Y/n) stretched and shook off the remnants of sleep, their gaze lingered on the desk where college textbooks awaited attention. Responsibilities of academia beckoned, yet their thoughts were firmly tethered to the dual life they led—one foot in the world of college coursework and the other in the clandestine battles alongside the Turtles.

Memories of returning to the lair with Donatello, sharing the discovery with the brothers, and witnessing Leo immediately shift into planning mode filled (Y/n)'s mind. Leo's eyes narrowed with determined focus, signaling the gravity of the situation. Though they had faced the Krang before, the stakes now seemed higher, the shadows harboring a more intricate danger. As (Y/n) prepared for the day ahead, the echoes of last night's revelations served as a stark reminder that the delicate balance between academia and extraterrestrial battles had once again tipped.

(Y/n) swung their legs over the edge of the bed, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. The morning routine commenced like clockwork—the brisk shower, the aroma of coffee wafting through the air, and the familiar feel of their nightgown being stripped away and replaced with more public-suited clothing. However, beneath the surface of the routine, the weight of memories lingered. As they zipped up their favorite jacket, the events of a fateful night three years ago resurfaced. The city was a battleground, and the Krang had launched an assault unlike anything they'd faced before. The fight had been fierce, the air filled with the clash of steel and the echoes of battle cries.

April and Casey, steadfast allies in the fight against evil, had fought valiantly by their side. However, in the midst of the chaos, a surge of Krang forces overwhelmed them. The skirmish took a devastating turn, and despite every effort, they lost April and Casey that night. The pain of that loss lingered, an indelible mark on the timeline of their battles. After the devastating battle with the Krang three years ago, the Turtles and their allies limped back to the lair, weary but victorious. The atmosphere, initially jubilant in the face of triumph, took a sudden somber turn. Splinter delivered the heartbreaking news—April and Casey had not made it out of the battle alive.

(Y/n) vividly recalled the funeral service held a week later. The lair, usually filled with echoes of laughter and camaraderie, now resonated with mournful silence. The air was heavy with grief as the Turtles, April and Casey's friends, and even some unexpected allies gathered to pay their respects. The eulogies painted a poignant picture of April's unwavering courage and Casey's unyielding loyalty. The weight of loss hung thick in the air, and as they stood in the dimly lit lair, (Y/n) couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same again. The memorial service marked a turning point, a solemn reminder of the fragility of their chosen path and the sacrifices that came with defending the city.

For Michelangelo and (Y/n), the losses were a profound wound, a deep cut that left an enduring mark on their spirits. Unlike the others, (Y/n) and Mikey had been not just teammates but family, their bonds with April and Casey running deeper than mere comradeship. April had been the one to introduce (Y/n) to the turtles, and Casey, in turn, became a daily companion in training during those times when (Y/n) couldn't be with the turtles. The battle against the Krang three years ago had not only claimed the city but had taken away two integral parts of their lives. The absence of April and Casey felt like a void, a stark reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of their mission. (Y/n) and Michelangelo shared their worry as a natural consequence of the profound impact that loss had wrought upon them.

(Y/n) moved to the kitchen, the routine of morning rituals providing a momentary respite from the weight of memories. The familiar clink of utensils and the sizzle of a frying pan on the stove filled the air as they prepared a simple breakfast. The rhythmic crack of eggs against the edge of the bowl and the soft hum of the toaster contributed to the comforting cadence of the morning. The scent of freshly toasted bread wafted through the kitchen, intertwining with the aroma of eggs sizzling in the pan. As (Y/n) deftly moved between the stove and the countertop, the act of preparing breakfast became a grounding force amidst the lingering thoughts of battles fought and comrades lost.

The golden yolk spilled onto the plate as (Y/n) expertly plated the eggs, the toast standing tall beside the savory creation. With a natural flow, they reached for the salt, habitually kept in its designated spot, and sprinkled it over the eggs, ensuring a perfect blend of flavors. The next move was deliberate—lathering the toast generously with jam, a small but cherished indulgence. Turning off the humming appliances, (Y/n) made their way to the dining table. Settling into the chair, they dug into their breakfast with a quiet gusto, savoring each bite. Simultaneously, their phone found its way into their hand, a familiar gesture in the modern routine. With a quick scan of the news, they sought to catch up on the world beyond the walls, the juxtaposition of the mundane and the extraordinary seamlessly woven into the fabric of their morning ritual.

(Y/n)'s gaze shifted from the breakfast plate to the glowing screen of their phone. Fingers deftly tapped the screen, navigating to the recent news about the black ooze they had discovered with the Turtles the night before. The headlines hinted at an undercurrent of intrigue and potential danger, mirroring the complexities of their dual existence. As the news article unfolded on the screen, (Y/n) absorbed the details— The news article danced around the truth, avoiding any explicit mention of the Krang or other extraterrestrial elements. Instead, it artfully framed the discovery as something ripped from the pages of a comic book—a mysterious substance with an otherworldly allure. The deliberate omission of the alien origins aimed at preserving the public's sense of normalcy and shielding them from the unsettling reality of hidden knowledge.

The narrative carefully sidestepped the fact that the black ooze wasn't just a peculiar substance but a coded message, a warning from an extraterrestrial force. The decision to keep this critical detail concealed was undoubtedly a strategic move to prevent unnecessary panic and maintain the delicate balance between secrecy and public safety. If Donatello, with his keen intellect and scientific prowess, could decipher the encoded message within the black ooze, it opened the door to the possibility that the NYPD's forensic team might also unravel the mystery.

Years ago, when the Turtles faced off against the Krang, the alien invasion was no secret. The looming threat was a palpable reality known to everyone in New York and, indeed, the entire United States. Yet, despite the vigilant efforts of (Y/n) and the turtles to thwart the Krang's plans, the world remained oblivious to their existence. The clash with the Krang unfolded on the grand stage of a city gripped by extraterrestrial invasion. News headlines screamed about the otherworldly menace, and the public grappled with the unnerving reality of aliens attempting to seize control. However, even in the midst of the chaos, the Turtles operated in the shadows, their deeds concealed from the prying eyes of the world.

With the last bite of breakfast savored, (Y/n) cleared the table, depositing the dishes into the sink. The clink of utensils against porcelain punctuated the lingering thoughts of the impending battle against the advanced Krang. As they washed the dishes, the warm water serving as a brief respite, their mind danced between the mundane and the extraordinary. Drying their hands, (Y/n) made their way back to the room, the familiar weight of textbooks and study materials awaiting them. The desk, scattered with notes from the previous night's studies, was a testament to the dual life they led.

Just as they settled into the rhythm of academic focus, the phone buzzed, and the screen lit up with Donatello's name. The ringtone cut through the air, a stark contrast to the quiet of the room. (Y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering, curiosity mingling with a sense of anticipation. (Y/n) answered the phone, a casual "Hey, what's up?" escaping their lips as they prepared to dive back into their studies. Donatello's voice crackled through the line, a mix of urgency and excitement. "Hey, (Y/n), we need you at the lair tonight. We need to plan our next move." Before (Y/n) could respond, the phone abruptly changed hands, and Raphael's gruff voice took over. "Enough with the chit-chat. Be at the lair at 8 pm sharp. We're starting training again." The abrupt change in tone caught (Y/n) off guard, and they could almost picture Raphael forcefully grabbing the phone from Donatello.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, contemplating the stack of homework awaiting their attention. "I've got a ton of homework to tackle, so I might be a bit late," they admitted, hoping to buy some time. Before (Y/n) could dwell on their decision, Michelangelo's voice burst through the phone, "Hey, dude! No worries! I can totally help you with the homework. We'll make it fun, I promise!" A smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips at Mikey's infectious enthusiasm. However, the phone changed hands once again, and Leo's authoritative tone cut through the conversation. "Homework can wait, (Y/n). Be at the lair at 8. We need everyone ready for training. No exceptions." In the background, Raphael's gruff voice chimed in, "Mikey, you ain't smart enough to help (Y/n) with homework. Stick to pizza or somethin'."

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the banter between Raphael and Michelangelo. The familial dynamic, woven with teasing and camaraderie, was a constant in their lives. "Alright, Leo. I'll be there at 8," they replied, a sense of determination coloring their words. (Y/n) concluded the phone call with a sense of purpose. Turning their attention to the awaiting homework, they settled into the familiar routine of academia. Little did they know, the brothers had been thinking about them nonstop since last night, their concerns and camaraderie woven into the fabric of their thoughts.

Meanwhile, in the lair, the familiar sounds of training echoed through the air. Raphael lifted weights with a determined focus, the rhythmic clinking and grunts punctuating the quiet. Donatello, engrossed in his work, continued analyzing the black ooze with unwavering concentration, the glow of computer screens casting an ethereal light on his face. Leonardo, katana blades in hand, methodically sharpened the edges with practiced precision. The silence that permeated the lair was finally broken by Michelangelo. He paused mid-nunchuck routine, looking around at his brothers with a furrowed brow. "Okay, dudes, they’re back, and now everything is weird between all of us. I thought we were all past this," he blurted out, breaking the unspoken tension.

Michelangelo's words hung in the air, causing a collective pause in the lair's activities. The clang of weights ceased, Donatello's fingers hovered above the keyboard, and even Leonardo, mid-katana sharpening, looked up with a contemplative expression. Raphael, the first to break the stillness, carefully placed his weights down and sat up, his gaze meeting Michelangelo's. "Mikey's got a point," he grumbled, the usually gruff tone softened by a rare sincerity. "We all know not to let personal feelings get in the way of the mission." Michelangelo nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Yeah, but we can't pretend like things are the same as before. (Y/n) coming back stirred up some serious vibes, and we can't just ignore it."

Raphael fixed Michelangelo with a scrutinizing look, a silent acknowledgment of the truth hidden in his words. "So, what's your brilliant plan, Mikey?" A mischievous grin unfurled across Michelangelo's face as he leaned in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We stage a showdown! Each of us makes a friendly move towards (Y/n), nothing too forward, just see who they vibe with the most! That way, we settle this debate once and for all!" The suggestion hung in the air, a blend of mischief and camaraderie that even Raphael, usually skeptical of Mikey's schemes, couldn't help but find amusing.

Donatello looked up from his screens, his analytical mind processing Michelangelo's proposal. "So, what you're implying, Mikey," he interjected, his tone thoughtful, "is that we each try our hand at flirting with (Y/n) to see if there's any discernible response. If they show interest in one of us, then it becomes clear who they've chosen, and we can put an end to all this unnecessary bickering over one person we all somehow found ourselves liking." Raphael and Michelangelo exchanged glances, a shared smirk of approval passing between them. "Hey, I'm game for a little friendly competition," Raph conceded, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Totally, dude! It's like, may the best brother win!" Michelangelo chimed in, eager for the lighthearted challenge.

However, as the excitement began to build, Leonardo interjected with a pointed expression. "Guys, our main focus should be the mission, not swooning over (Y/n). We have a bigger problem at hand with the advanced Krang, and we can't afford distractions." The weight of Leonardo's reminder hung in the air, briefly stifling the previous excitement. A contemplative silence enveloped the lair, each brother grappling with the dual responsibilities of personal dynamics and the pressing mission against the advanced Krang. Breaking the quiet, Raphael's gruff voice cut through the stillness. "Leo, you don't gotta be a part of the competition. We're focusing on the mission, but that don't mean we can't handle a little friendly competition on the side. No harm in doing two things at once, right?"

Michelangelo, always the one to inject a bit of humor into the situation, grinned and chimed in, "Guys, come on! I'm the king of multitasking! This won't be a problem. We'll save the city and figure out who's (Y/n)'s choice all at once. Easy-peasy, dudes!" Donatello, the perennial voice of reason, interjected with a measured tone, "Actually, Mikey might be onto something. If we know who (Y/n) chooses, it could help the team focus more on the mission. Clearing up this uncertainty might just streamline our efforts and eliminate any potential distractions." His words carried a thoughtful consideration, revealing the strategic mind always at work beneath the surface. As each brother put forth their perspectives and proposals, a thoughtful silence settled in the lair. Leonardo, the de facto leader, took a moment to absorb the varied opinions. After a beat, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at his brothers. "You're all going to lose," he declared, his tone carrying a playful confidence that hinted at a deeper understanding of the situation.

As the day shifted into evening, the ambient glow of the sunset cast warm hues across (Y/n)'s apartment. The fading daylight painted the city in a canvas of oranges and purples, signaling the approaching twilight. Through the window, the gentle glow served as a natural cue, letting them know it was time to get ready for the gathering at the lair. Closing the textbooks with a decisive snap, (Y/n) tidied up their desk, neatly stacking the study materials. The weight of academia, at least for the moment, lifted from their shoulders. As they moved to the bathroom, the familiar routine of putting on the ninja outfit took over. In the quiet solitude of their apartment, the rustling of fabric and the faint click of clasps echoed. The transition from the role of a student to that of a ninja felt almost seamless, a dance perfected through years of practice.

Holstering the wakizashi with a practiced fluidity, (Y/n) ensured that every piece of their ninja attire was securely in place. The weight of the weapon served as a constant reminder of the responsibilities they bore. Anticipating an extended stay at the lair, (Y/n) grabbed their overnight bag, filling it with essentials. The faint jingle of items settling in the bag resonated with a sense of readiness. (Y/n) left the apartment, the door closing behind them with a soft click. As they moved through the city, the night unveiled its own enchanting palette. The distant hum of urban life became a symphony, a medley of distant sirens, murmurs of conversations, and the occasional laughter echoing through the labyrinth of buildings.

Scaling the top of the buildings, (Y/n) trailed the skyline of New York. The city lights, like a blanket of stars below, painted the night in a dazzling array of colors. Each skyscraper stood as a sentinel, silhouetted against the deep indigo sky. The occasional gust of wind ruffled their ninja attire as they surveyed the city, a landscape alive with the ebb and flow of nocturnal activity. Down below, the streets were adorned with the glow of streetlights and the intermittent streaks of passing cars. The city's heartbeat pulsed beneath them, a rhythmic reminder of the vibrant life that continued even as they tread the shadows. The moon, a soft crescent in the sky, cast a gentle glow, illuminating the architecture in a silver sheen. For a moment, (Y/n) stood atop the world, the night scenery stretching out before them—a captivating blend of serenity and urban energy. With one last glance, they leaped across the rooftops, disappearing into the city's embrace as they made their way towards the lair.

(Y/n) descended into the entrance of the sewer, the familiar transition from the surface to the subterranean depths. The sound of the city above gradually faded, replaced by the echoing drip of water and the subtle hum of machinery in the tunnels below. The sewer tunnels, a complex labyrinth beneath the city, became a silent realm as (Y/n) walked through them with a practiced ease. The dim glow of sporadic overhead lights illuminated the narrow path, casting long shadows along the curved walls. The steady drip of water echoed in the distance, creating a rhythmic backdrop to their journey.

(Y/n) was, at first glance, nothing more than a human—no supernatural strength, no heightened senses. Yet, the mastery they possessed over the art of ninjutsu spoke volumes about the transformative power of dedication and training. Every movement was deliberate, every step calculated, a testament to the teachings of Master Splinter. In the dim light of the sewer tunnels, (Y/n)'s form seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The ninja garb, though worn by a mere mortal, became an extension of their being. Each twist and turn through the tunnels was executed with precision, a silent dance that betrayed the extensive training undergone in the lair. The teachings of Master Splinter had carved a path from novice to adept, turning a regular human into a formidable force in the art of stealth and combat. The essence of the ninja, the discipline, and the indomitable spirit, radiated from (Y/n) even in their purely human form.

Master Splinter had retired from teaching after the intense battle against the Krang three years ago, passing the revered role of 'Sensei' to Leonardo. The wise old rat found solace in the shadows, leaving the physical rigors of training to the capable hands of his students. However, (Y/n) never ceased their own training, even during the time away for college. The teachings of Master Splinter had become ingrained in their very being, and the responsibility of personal growth and development was a commitment they held dear. The lair, with its echoes of past training sessions and the scent of the sewers, remained a haven for (Y/n)'s ongoing journey as a ninja. The passing of the sensei's mantle to Leo may have shifted the dynamics, but the dedication to the art of ninjutsu endured in the heart of the relentless student.

(Y/n) entered the lair, the familiar surroundings enveloping them in a sense of home. However, an unsettling stillness lingered in the air. The lair, usually abuzz with the energy of the brothers, was eerily quiet. The absence of their usual banter and the sight of empty spaces left (Y/n) with a disconcerting feeling. Moving through the lair, (Y/n) looked around, expecting to encounter the vibrant presence of the turtles, but there was only silence. (Y/n) continued to walk through the lair, a growing sense of concern prompting them to check each room in search of the missing brothers. The first room they entered was the living area, usually alive with the brothers' camaraderie. The absence of laughter and the sight of empty couches painted a stark contrast to its usual vibrancy. The glow of the TV screen reflected off the vacant space, creating an eerie ambiance.

Moving deeper into the lair, (Y/n) entered the kitchen. The countertops, usually scattered with pizza boxes and snacks, were immaculately clean. The silence in the room underscored the stark contrast to the typical hubbub of the turtles preparing their favorite meals. Entering the training area, (Y/n) expected to find the brothers honing their skills. However, the training dummies stood untouched, and the weapons neatly arranged on the racks hinted at a lingering absence. The lack of the usual echoes of clashing weaponry added to the disquieting atmosphere. In the lab, where Donatello spent countless hours tinkering and analyzing, the glow of computer screens illuminated an unoccupied workspace. The absence of the usual hum of machines and the scent of chemicals hanging in the air left (Y/n) with a growing sense of unease.

As (Y/n) ventured through each room, the lair revealed itself as a quiet, solitary space, devoid of the usual signs of the brothers' presence. The empty rooms echoed with an unsettling emptiness, leaving (Y/n) with a gnawing sense of worry about the whereabouts of their turtle companions.

I hope you enjoyed chapter 2 of 'A Maze of Hearts'! This is a work-in-progress story, however, if you are interested please let me know by liking/commenting/reblogging/etc. I will be posting chapter three in the near future so come back later to check if it's there! Thank you.

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Anyways...

I’m Seek. I like writing things containing lots and lots of wonder and mystery. I have the ability to make you shift realities just by reading what's at your fingertips. I like to remain anonymous for the time being, I do have a life outside of OUR fantasies. I write purely for my own entertainment, but, I like writing what others want to read. I like fulfilling fantasies and creating outlets for others to turn to on a bad day, a sleepless night, to stop overthinking about their reality.

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Will You Be My Valentine

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The Brutes Jealous Heart M!Reader The Brutes Jealous Heart F!Reader The Brutes Jealous Heart NB!Reader

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The Long Night

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A Maze of Hearts | TMNT Fan-Fic

Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past

(Y/n) = Your Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(E/c) = Eye Color

(H/c) = Hair Color

(4,426 Words) (Friday Night, August 18th)

The night draped over New York City like a velvet curtain, concealing both the innocent and the nefarious in its obsidian folds. For (Y/n), the city's rhythmic pulse resonated in their veins, a reminder of the countless nights spent patrolling alongside the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Though the battles against the Shredder and the Krang had long since ceased, (Y/n) had forged their own path. Now, a seasoned crime scene investigator, they found themselves entangled in a mystery that felt eerily familiar.

The scene before them was bathed in the cold glow of streetlights. Yellow police tape crisscrossed the alley, marking the boundaries of a crime that defied easy explanation. The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of uncertainty. As (Y/n) crouched beside a dark puddle on the pavement, their gloved fingers carefully collected a sample of the mysterious substance. The black ooze appeared unnatural, an inky anomaly that seemed to defy the laws of physics. It clung to the pavement like a malevolent shadow, its consistency akin to tar but with an otherworldly shimmer. (Y/n)'s analytical mind kicked into high gear as they examined the sample, noting the absence of any recognizable organic material.

A sudden rustle in the shadows caught their attention. Swiftly, they withdrew a sleek, black wakizashi from the holster at their back, their senses on high alert. The echoes of distant footsteps reverberated through the narrow passage, and a voice, barely above a whisper, reached (Y/n)'s ears. "Looks like we got company, boys." The familiar tones sent a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles emerged from the darkness, their vibrant bandanas and weapons gleaming in the muted light. Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello. The brothers (Y/n) had grown up with, trained with, and faced countless adversaries alongside.

"(Y/n)!" Leonardo called out, his voice carrying a mix of relief and caution. "(Y/n), we saw this weird stuff on the news. Thought we'd check it out," Donatello explained, adjusting the goggles perched on his forehead. Raphael crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "What is this junk, anyway?" (Y/n) stood, wakizashi in hand, a stoic expression on their face. "I was hoping you could tell me. It's not like anything I've encountered before." Michelangelo, ever the optimist, chimed in, "Maybe it's some alien goo or something, dudes!"

(Y/n) carefully collected a small sample of the mysterious black substance into a sealed evidence vial, their gloved hands meticulous in their movements. They approached Donatello, who was adjusting the lenses on his high-tech goggles, engrossed in his own examination of the ooze. "Donnie, take a look at this," (Y/n) said, holding up the evidence vial containing the strange substance. The dim light revealed the intricate patterns within the inky blackness, almost like a swirling galaxy trapped within the confines of the vial.

Donatello's eyes widened behind his goggles as he accepted the vial, his nimble fingers analyzing the sample. "This is unlike anything I've ever seen before. The molecular structure is off the charts—completely alien. Literally." He glanced up at (Y/n) with a mixture of fascination and concern. "(Y/n), we should take some of this back to the lair for further analysis. Who knows what kind of properties it might have? It could be dangerous, and if it's something extraterrestrial, we need to know what we're dealing with." Nodding in agreement, (Y/n) replied, "I was thinking the same thing. Whatever this stuff is, it's not something that belongs on the streets of New York. Let's get back to the lair and figure out our next move."

The sewer tunnels echoed with the quiet footsteps of the group as they navigated their way back to the hidden lair. The dim glow of the city's lights barely reached this subterranean realm, casting elongated shadows on the walls. (Y/n) walked alongside Donatello, the sealed evidence vial containing the mysterious black substance cradled in his hands. Leonardo, ever the vigilant leader, couldn't help but break the silence. "Hey, (Y/n), not that I'm complaining, but what brought you out here tonight? You're not officially a CSI yet."

(Y/n) tensed up slightly, but then sighed, a hint of weariness in their voice. "I know, Leo. But old habits die hard. Plus, I've got a bit of a reputation to maintain. Being in the right place at the right time tends to help when it comes to uncovering mysteries, you know?" Raphael snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, 'cause hanging out in creepy alleys is everyone's idea of a good time." Michelangelo, as always, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, dudes, we can't argue with results! We found this weird gooey stuff, right?" Leo raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on (Y/n). "True, but seriously, (Y/n), you could have called us. We're a team, remember?"

(Y/n) gave a wry smile. "I appreciate the concern, Leo. But sometimes it's easier to just act on instinct. Besides, it's not like I can resist a good mystery." Donatello chimed in, trying to diffuse any tension. "Let's focus on figuring out what this stuff is. Once we have more information, we can decide how to handle it. Maybe it's connected to something bigger." The conversation fell into a contemplative silence as they continued their journey through the tunnels, eventually making it to the base.

As the group walked through the lair, (Y/n)'s mind lingered on Leonardo's question. It wasn't lost on them that they were risking more than just their reputation by investigating these crime scenes without official authorization. (Y/n) glanced at the sealed evidence vial. They're just a student, studying to become a Crime Scene Investigator. They shouldn't be poking their nose into official crime scenes without proper clearance. It could jeopardize everything they've been working towards. But yet, they continued on knowing all this.

Donatello's lab in the hidden lair hummed with the soft glow of computer screens, casting a blueish tint on the sleek, metallic surfaces. The air was filled with the rhythmic tapping of keys and the low hum of machinery. The group gathered around as Donatello meticulously prepared to analyze the sample of the mysterious black ooze. "So, what are we dealing with, Donnie?" Leonardo asked, his eyes fixed on the high-tech equipment surrounding them. Donatello adjusted his goggles, the light reflecting off the lenses. "Well, this substance is definitely extraterrestrial in origin. Its molecular structure is unlike anything found on Earth. It contains traces of a rare isotope not naturally occurring on our planet."

Raphael crossed his arms. "Extraterrestrial? You're telling me we've got alien goo on our hands?" Donatello nodded. "Exactly. And here's the intriguing part: it's not just any alien substance. It shares similarities with the Utrom technology we encountered before. Remember the Krang?" Michelangelo shivered. "Oh, dude, those brain guys were the worst." Donatello continued, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. "It seems this ooze is somehow connected to the remnants of the Krang's presence on Earth. But there's something more—something I can't quite decipher without further analysis."

(Y/n) leaned in, their eyes narrowing. "What do you mean, Donnie? What are we missing?" Donatello hesitated before replying, "There's an energy signature embedded within the molecular structure. It's not just a substance; it's a message, a code. I'll need more time and advanced equipment to decrypt it." Leonardo clenched his fists. "Whatever this is, it can't be good. We need to find out what the Krang were up to and why this stuff is showing up now." Donatello nodded in agreement. "I suggest we track down any leads, investigate more crime scenes, and gather as much of this substance as we can. With time, we might uncover the full extent of its purpose."

The revelation hung in the air, casting a palpable tension over the group in Donatello's lab. As the implications of the extraterrestrial origin of the mysterious black ooze sank in, (Y/n) and Michelangelo exchanged uneasy glances. They both knew too well the havoc the Krang had wreaked on New York in the past. "(Y/n), Mikey, you guys seem a bit on edge. Something you want to share?" Leonardo asked, his gaze shifting between the two. (Y/n) sighed, running a hand through their (H/c) hair. "It's just... we've dealt with the Krang before. We've faced the threat they posed to the city, and we thought we were done with them. The idea that there might be lingering remnants or a new development is... unsettling."

Michelangelo nodded fervently, his usually carefree demeanor replaced with a furrowed brow. "Totally, dudes. I mean, we thought we took care of those brainy aliens once and for all. Now it's like they're haunting us from beyond the grave." Raphael scowled, gripping the handles of his sais. "Well, we're not gonna let them mess with our city again. We took them down once; we can do it again." Donatello, engrossed in his analysis, chimed in, "That's the spirit, Raph. We need to stay vigilant and figure out what they're planning with this ooze. Knowledge is our best weapon." Despite the words of reassurance, the weight of the situation lingered.

Donatello peered at the data on his computer screen, frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "Guys, I'm hitting a bit of a roadblock here. My equipment isn't sophisticated enough for the level of analysis this substance requires. We need access to more advanced technology." Leonardo frowned. "Donnie, you practically have a high-tech fortress down here. What more do you need?" Donatello hesitated before responding, "It's not about the lair, Leo. We need a fully equipped forensic lab with cutting-edge tools, and I know just the place." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, their curiosity piqued. "Where do you have in mind, Donnie?"

Donatello glanced at (Y/n), his gaze steady. "Your forensic lab at the university. I've seen the facilities there during our late-night patrols, and I’m sure they have the equipment I need. If we want to crack this code and understand the full scope of the threat, we need to use that lab." (Y/n) hesitated, a conflict of emotions playing on their face. Bringing a mutant turtle into a university lab could mean trouble, especially if their professor sees. The secrecy of their world clashed with the reality of the academic one, causing (Y/n) to bit the inside of their cheek on contemplation.

"Donnie, you know the risks. If anyone sees you, it could compromise everything. We've kept your existence a secret for a reason," (Y/n) voiced their concern. Donatello nodded, acknowledging the valid point. "I understand, (Y/n), and I wouldn't suggest this if it weren't absolutely necessary. The knowledge we gain could be the key to protecting the city. I'll do my best to remain hidden, and we'll keep it brief." After a moment of contemplation, (Y/n) sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Alright, Donnie. But we need to be incredibly cautious. We can't afford any slip-ups."

Donatello grinned, gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, (Y/n). I promise I'll make it quick, and we'll have the answers we need to face whatever threat is coming our way." In the dimly lit lair, the group gathered their weapons and prepared for the journey to (Y/n)'s university. Leonardo sharpened his katanas with precision, Raphael checked the edges of his sais, and Michelangelo twirled his nunchaku with a practiced ease. (Y/n) took a moment to adjust their ninja gear, the weight of the mission settling on their shoulders.

Meanwhile, Donatello double-checked the equipment he would need for the analysis. As (Y/n) approached him, the purple-clad turtle looked up, sensing the unease in their demeanor. "(Y/n), you seem a bit on edge. Everything okay?" Donatello inquired, his eyes reflecting concern. (Y/n) sighed, their gaze distant. "It's just... thinking about the Krang, you know? The battles we fought, the losses we endured. I thought we were done with that chapter of our lives." Donatello nodded, understanding the weight of the memories. "I get it. The Krang invasion was one of the toughest challenges we faced. But look at how far we've come since then. We've grown stronger, and we've always come out on top. This is just another obstacle, and we'll overcome it together."

(Y/n) met Donatello's reassuring gaze, finding solace in his words. "I know, Donnie. It's just hard to shake off the memories. The fear that we might be facing something similar again." Donatello placed a supportive hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "We're not the same as we were back then. We've learned, adapted, and become a formidable team. We'll face whatever comes our way, just like we always have." (Y/n) offered a small smile, appreciative of the comfort Donatello provided. "Thanks, Donnie. Let's just get through this, figure out what this ooze is all about, and make sure New York stays safe."

As the group stood ready, weapons in hand, (Y/n) took a moment to address the team. "Guys, I think it would be safer if Donnie and I handle this alone. Bringing all of us to the university might draw unwanted attention. Besides, we need to move quickly and discreetly through the lab." Michelangelo's face fell into a pout, and he raised an exaggerated hand. "Aw, come on, dudes! I wanted to see the super cool forensic lab! What if they have mutant-friendly snacks or something?" Raphael chuckled, slapping Michelangelo on the back. "Well, looks like you're stuck with me and Leo, Mikey. We'll find something to keep ourselves entertained."

Leonardo nodded in agreement, though concern lingered in his eyes. "Alright, just be careful, (Y/n), Donnie. If things get dicey, call us immediately." (Y/n) gave a reassuring nod. "We will, Leo. Don't worry. We'll be in and out before you know it." With that, Donatello and (Y/n) made their way through the tunnels, leaving the others behind in the lair. Michelangelo continued to pout, muttering about missed opportunities for snacks, while Raphael seemed more than content with the prospect of avoiding an academic setting. Leo placed a hand on Michelangelo's shoulder, a small smile on his face. "They'll be fine, Mikey. Let's just be ready in case they need us."

The echoing sounds of their footsteps reverberated through the damp sewer tunnels as (Y/n) and Donatello made their way toward the surface. The rhythmic drip of water and the distant rumble of the city above created an eerie soundtrack to their journey. Donatello fidgeted with his bo staff, his usually composed demeanor giving way to a touch of awkwardness. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, "You know, (Y/n), it's been a while since we teamed up like this. Just the two of us. Duo missions, you know?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in their tone. "Yeah, it has been a bit. Anything on your mind, Donnie?"

Donatello stumbled over his words, his cheeks faintly tinted with embarrassment. "I, uh, I was just thinking, you know, about how we used to handle things together. It's been kinda quiet on the duo front lately." A small smile played on (Y/n)'s lips. "Are you saying you missed our solo missions, Donnie?" Donatello scratched the back of his head, his gaze fixed on the tunnel ahead. "Well, not exactly 'missed,' you know? I mean, not that I don't enjoy working with everyone. It's just, uh, different when it's just the two of us. More focused. Efficient."

(Y/n) chuckled, appreciating Donatello's attempt to articulate his feelings. "I get it, Donnie. It's a different dynamic. But hey, we're a team, no matter the size of the group." Donatello nodded, relief evident in his expression. "Yeah, exactly! Teamwork is crucial. It's just, um, sometimes I miss the action, you know? The adrenaline rush of our one-on-one missions." (Y/n) grinned, sensing Donatello's need to clarify. "I get it, Donnie. We're a good team, and we'll handle whatever comes our way. And who knows? Maybe this investigation will bring back some of that duo mission excitement."

Donatello's fingers clenched around the smooth surface of his bo staff, a telltale tightening of his grip revealing the undercurrent of unease within him. Despite his attempt to convey enjoyment of the duo missions, a subtle shift in his posture betrayed a lingering uncertainty. It had indeed been a considerable amount of time since they teamed up in this manner. He sensed that he hadn't quite articulated his feelings about the past adequately, but Donatello opted to keep his internal musings to himself. Two years had passed since (Y/n) had been an active presence in the turtles' lives, the demands of college creating a temporary absence. Now, with (Y/n) suddenly reappearing with a new mystery to unravel, the dynamics were shifting once more.

As Donatello and (Y/n) navigated the city streets toward the university, a mixture of emotions brewed within the tech-savvy turtle. The thrill of having (Y/n) back on their team, like the good old times, was undeniable. The familiarity of their partnership, the shared history, and the unspoken understanding were like a comforting echo from the past. Yet, beneath the surface of excitement, a conflict simmered within Donatello. The dynamics among the four brothers had evolved during (Y/n)'s absence. Roles had shifted, and the team had found a new rhythm. The return of (Y/n) with a new mystery in tow threatened to stir up the carefully established equilibrium. An equilibrium the brothers created to not fight with one another.

Donatello grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between the joy of having a trusted ally back by his side and the concern that it might disrupt the delicate balance among the brothers. He valued the camaraderie they shared, the unique bond formed through countless battles and adventures. Yet, the fear lingered that the reintroduction of an old dynamic might create ripples of tension. Especially since that ‘old dynamic’ was what formed these feelings in the first place. As they neared the university, Donatello stole a glance at (Y/n), a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The prospect of solving a new mystery together was exhilarating, but the unspoken worry persisted.

(Y/n) noticed the contemplative look on Donatello's face and gently nudged him back to the task at hand. "Donnie, we're here. By now, the security alarms have been set, so we need to disarm them." Donatello blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts, and nodded in acknowledgment. Without a word, he immediately sprang into action, his nimble fingers deftly working to disarm the security systems in their path. The soft hum of electronic devices responded to his touch as he skillfully navigated the intricate network of sensors and alarms.

"(Y/n), keep an eye out for any unexpected surprises," Donatello said, his focus unwavering as he continued to manipulate the security protocols. (Y/n) stood guard, alert to their surroundings, their training kicking in as they maintained a vigilant watch. The rhythmic clicking of Donatello's fingers on the devices filled the air, blending with the distant sounds of the city beyond the walls of the university. Within moments, Donatello successfully disarmed the security systems, ensuring their discreet entry. He looked down at (Y/n), a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "All clear. We should be able to move through this part of the university without any issues now."

(Y/n) offered a subtle nod of approval as they observed Donatello's expert manipulation of the security systems. "Impressive work, Donnie. It's like you've got a sixth sense for this." Donatello grinned, a touch of pride evident in his eyes. "Thanks, (Y/n). It's all about understanding the systems, finding the weak points, and exploiting them." With the alarms disarmed, (Y/n) motioned for them to move forward, silently gesturing toward the entrance of the building. They stepped into the shadows, navigating through the quiet corridors with a stealth honed through years of ninja training. As they approached the forensic lab, (Y/n) spoke in a hushed tone, "We're almost there. Once we're inside, I'll make sure the coast is clear while you get to work on analyzing the ooze." Donatello nodded in agreement, the anticipation of unraveling the mysteries held within the forensic lab fueling his determination.

(Y/n) approached the door to the forensic lab with a measured grace, each movement calculated to minimize any potential noise. The door, marked with a discreet plaque indicating its purpose, creaked open slowly under (Y/n)'s careful manipulation. The hinges protested with a barely audible squeak, a sound that seemed to resonate through the silence of the lab. Stepping into the room, (Y/n) surveyed the scene with a keen eye. The lab was a realm of organized chaos, filled with a myriad of equipment and workstations. Fluorescent lights illuminated the space, casting a sterile glow on the pristine countertops and gleaming surfaces.

Microscopes stood like silent sentinels, waiting for the next discovery, while shelves lined with an array of chemicals and forensic tools hinted at the lab's versatile capabilities. The air carried a faint scent of chemicals, a signature fragrance of a space dedicated to the pursuit of scientific inquiry. The central workstation held a state-of-the-art microscope, a computer displaying complex data, and an assortment of vials containing various substances. The room, meticulously organized, reflected the meticulous nature of those who worked within its confines. Satisfied that the lab was clear of any immediate threats or unexpected guests, (Y/n) motioned for Donatello to join them. A subtle wave of their hand urged him forward, and with the same silent grace, he stepped into the room.

"(Y/n), this place is amazing! The equipment here is leagues beyond what we have in the lair," Donatello exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe as he took in the array of high-tech instruments. (Y/n) chuckled softly, "Glad you appreciate it, Donnie. Now, let's focus on the task at hand. We need to analyze the ooze and figure out what we're dealing with." With a sense of purpose, Donatello wasted no time. He quickly moved to the central workstation, carefully placing the sealed evidence vial containing the mysterious black ooze under the lens of the state-of-the-art microscope. His nimble fingers danced across the keyboard, initiating a series of scans and analyses.

"(Y/n), keep an eye on the door, just in case," Donatello instructed without looking up from the task at hand. His focus was unwavering, his mind fully immersed in the complex world of molecular structures and extraterrestrial mysteries. (Y/n) nodded, their gaze shifting to the door. With a quiet determination, they moved swiftly to close it, their keen senses alert to any potential disturbances. Once the door was shut, they surveyed the surroundings, searching for any additional security measures that could be employed. Finding a sturdy metal cabinet nearby, (Y/n) quickly dragged it in front of the door, creating a makeshift barricade. It might not withstand a direct assault, but it would buy them precious time if anyone attempted to intrude on their investigation.

Satisfied with the impromptu security measure, (Y/n) returned to Donatello's side. "We're as secure as we can be for now, Donnie. Focus on the analysis. Let's figure out what this ooze is all about." Donatello acknowledged (Y/n) with a nod, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he delved deeper into the intricacies of the alien substance. The hum of the equipment filled the lab, a symphony of scientific inquiry against the backdrop of the barricaded door. Donatello's fingers danced across the keyboard, his eyes locked on the data streaming across the computer screens. "Hmm, fascinating. The molecular structure of this ooze is definitely extraterrestrial." (Y/n) leaned in, their curiosity piqued. "You’ve already said that, Donnie. Can you find anything new?"

Donatello adjusted his goggles, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "In layman's terms, this ooze is extraterrestrial in origin. But here's where it gets really interesting. The code embedded within its molecular structure is not just a message; it's a complex set of data points. It's like a language, but instead of words, it's conveying information about a potential threat." (Y/n) furrowed their brow, absorbing the information. "A threat? What kind of threat are we talking about?" Donatello hesitated for a moment before explaining, "The data points suggest a pattern, a sequence that aligns with the Krang's technology. It's not just a residue from their previous presence; it's a warning. The ooze is a carrier of information, a message meant to alert us to a looming danger."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, the weight of the revelation settling on their shoulders. "A danger from the Krang? But we thought we dealt with them already." Donatello nodded solemnly. "It seems there's more to their story than we initially thought. This warning is like a beacon, telling us that the Krang's influence might not have been fully eradicated. We need to stay vigilant and prepare for whatever they have planned." (Y/n)'s mind whirred with the weight of the revelation. The extraterrestrial origins of the mysterious black ooze, its embedded warning in the form of a complex code, and the eerie connection to the Krang's technology painted a daunting picture. The thought echoed in their mind as they silently processed the information.

‘The ooze isn't just a leftover trace; it's a message. A warning,’ (Y/n) mused internally, their thoughts mirroring Donatello's scientific analysis. The realization settled heavily within them, a sense of foreboding taking root. ‘The Krang, we thought we had dealt with them, but this warning implies they might be regrouping, evolving.’ Concern etched across (Y/n)'s face as they contemplated the potential resurgence of the Krang. The memories of the battles fought against the brainy extraterrestrials flashed before their eyes. ‘What if they've adapted? What if they've come back stronger than before? The city, our home, could be facing a threat we never anticipated.’

The weight of responsibility pressed down on (Y/n), their ninja training compelling them to confront the looming danger. The ooze, once a simple enigma, now symbolized a harbinger of potential peril. "(Y/n),” Donnie placed a hand on their shoulder causing them to come back to their senses. “We have to be ready. If the Krang are returning, we can't afford to underestimate them. We need to uncover the full extent of their plans and ensure that the city remains safe."

This is how it all began. Though victorious against the Krang in the past, the group found themselves confronting a more expansive challenge posed by the alien race. The task at hand transcends the familiar terrain of protecting New York; it entails facing a more formidable and elite threat that demands their unwavering commitment and expertise. Yet, as the city's defenders gear up for this heightened battle, they find themselves grappling not only with the external dangers but also with the intricate tapestry of emotions within their formidable team.

I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of 'A Maze of Hearts'! This is a work-in-progress story, however, if you are interested please let me know by liking/commenting/reblogging/etc. I will be posting chapter two in the near future so come back later to check if it's there! Thank you.

Teaser/Navigation Ch 2

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Rise!Leo Sketch

Here, have a chef kiss sketch of future Leo I did.

⚠️DO NOT retrace / steal / reblog. Thank you.

I write AND draw, ironic isn't it.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael #raph #donatello #donnie #michelangelo #mikey #leonardo #leo #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #tmnt 2018

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A Maze of Hearts | Teaser / Navigation

Description: In "A Maze of Hearts," (Y/n) has been a steadfast companion to the turtles for an extended period. As they step into adulthood, an undeniable shift becomes apparent in the dynamics among the four brothers. (Y/n), a skilled ninja, carries a weight of mystery, a reflection of their past trials. Despite their human nature, the bonds forged with the brothers have grown exceptionally robust, perhaps to an extent that raises eyebrows among onlookers.

Disclaimer: In this fanfic, the brothers and (Y/n) have surpassed the age of 18 and are in their early 20s. Despite the narrative being rooted in the TMNT context, the brothers' appearances are similar to their Bayverse designs. This is not based on the Bayverse story nor like any of the other multiverses created. This is an entirely different universe with these characters. This story is mainly about (Y/n) being stuck in a 'Love Maze' with the four brothers, AKA a 'Love Triangle'. This story contains NSFW content, including but not limited to graphic depictions and discussions of death, depression, suicide, and rape. If you are sensitive to these topics, it is advised not to proceed with reading.

Insight: (Y/n) is a human with a neutral gender to ensure enjoyment for all audiences. However, in NSFW writings, there will be three distinct versions with corresponding pronouns—She/Her, He/Him, and They/Them—. Throughout the story, various prompts will be included, and here is the key for some: (Y/n) = Your Name (L/n) = Last Name (E/c) = Eye Color (H/c) = Hair Color

Teaser: In the depths of the city, where shadows conceal both secrets and threats, the Turtles, along with (Y/n), find themselves once again thrust into a battle against the remnants of the Krang. A mysterious black ooze, a harbinger of extraterrestrial warnings, unveils a chilling truth—the Krang are not a distant memory but a force evolving in the shadows, plotting their return with newfound strength. As the team embarks on this perilous journey, they must not only confront the looming elite threat to New York but also navigate the intricacies of their own formidable team, where bonds tested by time and battles may prove to be both their greatest strength and an unexpected vulnerability. The stage is set for a clash that transcends the physical realm, delving deep into the heart of faith, loyalty, and the uncharted territories of emotions within a team of extraordinary warriors. The shadows may conceal the imminent danger, but the team is poised to face it head-on, their unity standing as the ultimate defense against an adversary that refuses to be forgotten.

Navigation: Chapter 1: Shadows of The Past Chapter 2: Beneath The Surface Chapter 3: Training Grounds Chapter 4: (Coming Soon...)

This is a work-in-progress story, however, if you are interested please let me know by liking/commenting/reblogging/etc. Thank you.

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Your boy feels like writing angsty love shorts for the TMNT characters, anyone wanna request any prompts? 👀

angsty romance prompts:

(feel free to use <33 7, 10, 14, and 23 r my favs omds. tag me when yall writeeee | @urfriendlywriter )

"tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now."

"please- please, please wake up, [name]- w-wake up.. please."

"i will die beside you. i won't ever leave you."

"i trusted you."

"you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"you do not deserve my forgiveness."

"does all of this mean nothing to you?"

"i sacrificed everything for you..."

"i still love you-" "no you don't. you love using me. you hate that I'm standing up for myself now. you loved me when i was submitting to you.."

"i can't love you anymore. i don't want to."

"i despise you."

"you make me feel so alone."

"i look at you, and i feel miserable."

"Please. Just kill me and get it over with. Don't screw me over. and. over again."

"you turned my world around and you crushed it."

"is it fun? is it fun for you to see me hurt?"

"stop following me! If you follow me out that door right now, I'm calling the cops."

"that is not what i meant and you know it !! you know i didnt mean that !"

"you can never earn back my trust."

"I'm not giving up on you, ever."

^ "I'm sorry. but i did. it's time you do too."

"will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?"

^ "i tried! i tried to tell you. you didn't listen to me and, wow. look--you are not listening to me right now as well! "

"we, we were a lie. we were nothing but a fantasy! don't you understand? it's all over now."

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TMNT Short 1/? "Study Buddies"

2012!TMNT x N!Reader (⚠️Male reader and Female reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff | Cuteness

Word count: 2,284

On a chilly, rain-soaked evening in Brooklyn, New York, I found myself perched on the rooftop of my apartment building, grappling with a decision. Should I pay a visit to the turtles, or should I head inside to prepare for my impending, crucial test the following day? My options varied depending on which of my four mutant turtle friends I sought advice from. Donatello, the intellect, would advise diligent study followed by rest. Michelangelo, the carefree spirit, would undoubtedly suggest ditching the test for a night of video games. Raphael, the stoic one, wouldn't express much concern either way. But Leonardo, the responsible leader, would likely emphasize the importance of a good night's sleep for the upcoming test.

Craving a much-needed visit with the turtles after a week of missed opportunities, I had an idea swirling in my head that would allow me to do both. I swiftly dashed toward the fire escape and slipped through my apartment window, my heart pounding with excitement. In a hurry, I grabbed my school bag, and as an afterthought, raided my kitchen cabinet for a handful of snacks before making my hasty retreat back out the window. Navigating this well-trodden path countless times, I knew every twist and turn like the back of my hand, confident that I could locate the turtles' lair even with my eyes shut. With practiced ease, I lifted the manhole cover and descended the ladder, making sure to snugly return the cover to its rightful place.

As I jogged casually down the concrete pathway tracing the primary sewer drainage, I raised my hand in a friendly wave toward the strategically positioned camera that Donnie had installed high in the upper corner of the brick wall. I had an impeccable knowledge of every camera's location, including the sensors thoughtfully integrated by Donnie along the concrete path. His unwavering dedication to safeguarding his family never failed to earn my admiration. Right on cue, after a brief pause, Donnie emerged just outside the main entrance to the lair, his arms confidently crossed.

I shifted from a jog to a leisurely walk, eventually coming to a halt directly in front of him. "Did yah spot me comin'?" I asked, my smile radiating warmth. All I received from the purple turtle was a brief huff and a dismissive shake of his head. "(Y/n), you've got an important test tomorrow. It's finals week…" Donnie expressed his concern. Naturally, there was no need to inform him; Donnie had an almost uncanny grasp of nearly everything. It would genuinely astonish me to discover something he wasn't well-versed in. Drawing closer to the purple terrapin, I offered a sweet smile and lightly clasped the straps of my backpack.

"Well, Donnie~" I began, my voice infused with a playful tone. "That's precisely why I'm here!" I exclaimed with enthusiasm, looping my arm through Donnie's and gently guiding us toward the lair. "I haven't had the chance to catch up with you guys in a week, and I've got some studying to do, so I figured, why not kill two birds with one stone!" Just as I finished my sentence, the unmistakable sound of wheels in motion drew closer. Turning my head toward the source of the noise, I spotted Mikey skillfully skating his way over. "Hey! We don't do any bird-killing around here!" he exclaimed playfully, leaping off his skateboard to warmly greet me. "Sunshine!"

With one swift motion, Mikey enveloped me in a hug. I couldn't help but release a cascade of giggles as Mikey twirled me around a few times. "Mikey, Mikey! You're going to make me dizzy!" I managed to utter between fits of laughter. The world spun in a merry whirlwind as Mikey's exuberance lifted my spirits. The laughter was infectious, and for that moment, I felt like I was in the center of a hurricane of joy. Eventually, the whirlwind of fun came to a halt, and the orange terrapin set me down gently. "It's been too long! Where have you been? Come on! We've still got that level to conquer!" Mikey eagerly grabbed my hand, but his enthusiasm was cut short when Donnie playfully tapped him on the head with his bo-staff.

"They're not here for games, Mikey. They're here to study," Donnie chimed in with his usual monotone, prompting Mikey to turn his puppy-dog eyes toward me. "Yeah, he's right, Mikey. I'm here to prepare for my test tomorrow, but I promise that once the testing's done, we'll team up and conquer that final level together!" My words carried a heartfelt reassurance, and the anticipation of sharing more gaming adventures with Mikey brightened my day. My words elicited a light-hearted chuckle from Donnie and an adorable, enthusiastic jump from Mikey. "Alright, then! Let's dive into those books!" Mikey's excitement bubbled over as he once again took hold of my hand, leading me deeper into the lair.

Upon reaching the main living area, I placed my bag on the floor and retrieved my books. Mikey settled on the floor to my left, and Donnie occupied the couch on my right. The cozy and focused atmosphere set the stage for a productive study session. "Alright, it seems like you'll be taking both the STAR and the PSAT, which means you'll be tested on a variety of subjects. Perhaps we should kick things off with algebra, just to get your brain in gear," Donnie began, but he was abruptly interrupted. "So, you drop by and don't even bother saying hi to the rest of us?" Raph's voice resonated from the hall as he came into view. His booming presence made it clear that social niceties were not to be overlooked.

He did have a valid point – I should have greeted everyone upon arriving, but I hadn't anticipated that Raph would be interested in the details of my impromptu study session. I placed a reassuring hand on Donnie's shoulder and exchanged a smile with him, even though Raph had cut him off. As I started to rise from my seat to acknowledge Raph, I suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back onto the couch. "You've already messed up, so don't even bother getting up," he grumbled as he took a seat on the couch to my left. "So, what's the deal? You're studying here now? Can't handle it on your own, so you need Donnie's help?" Raph's gruff words hit me like a sudden downpour, but I could sense that there was more curiosity than criticism in his tone.

"Not exactly," I replied. "I just haven't had a chance to catch up with you guys all week, and I also need to study, so I figured I could do both at once." I offered him a gentle smile, knowing that Raph's words weren't meant to be hurtful. Raph rolled his eyes and settled deeper into the couch cushion. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. I turned my attention back to Donnie, eager to get back to our study session. However, when I glanced in his direction, I spotted Leo standing behind the purple turtle. "A study session? Mind if I join?" Leo inquired, his arms crossed over his chest. "Of course!" I welcomed him with a warm smile, appreciating the prospect of having another companion for our study session.

Leo settled on the floor to my right, his shell comfortably resting against the coffee table, much like Mikey's. With all four turtles in close proximity, Donnie resumed reading from my study material. I had arrived at the lair around 6:30 pm, and I realized the passage of time had been surprisingly swift when I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. "Oh no! The time!" I exclaimed, springing up from the couch. The four turtles looked at me with a mixture of surprise and concern. "S-Sorry, (Y/n), I should've been keeping an eye on the clock!" Donnie apologized. "My apologies for keeping you here so late, (Y/n)," Leo added. "You should've been keepin' an eye on the time," Raph chimed in. "Aw, Sunshine, we're really sorry! We'll make sure to get you home quickly!" Mikey assured me with a heartfelt tone.

As I hurriedly began to gather my belongings back into my bag, a sudden realization dawned on me – I had left my house key on the kitchen table in my apartment. By this time, my guardians would have locked the door, leaving me with no way to access the house tonight. I paused in my actions, and to my surprise, it was Raph who was the first to notice. "What's going on? I thought you were in a rush to get out of here?" Raph inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. I bit the inside of my cheek, my face tinged with a slight flush of embarrassment. "I, uh…" I began hesitantly, clutching my bag a little tighter. "I left my keys on the table back at my place…"

Once the words left my lips, a chuckle emanated from Raph, followed by a reassuring hand resting on my shoulder. I turned to find Leo's warm, blue eyes gazing at me with a soft smile. "You're always welcome to spend the night, (Y/n). In the morning, we'll make sure you're up in time for school." Leo's kind and considerate nature had always been a comforting presence. "Yeah, don't worry, Sunshine! We can have a slumber party!" Mikey exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious, but once again, he received a gentle tap on the head with Donnie's bo-staff. "They're not here for a slumber party, Mikey. They need to get a good night's rest for their tests tomorrow," Donnie reminded, emphasizing the importance of the upcoming exams.

A soft sigh escaped my lips, followed by a warm, appreciative smile. My gaze swept over the four turtles, and then it fixed on Raph, who got up and left the living area for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a bundle of blankets and pillows. As his eyes met mine, he paused and offered a gruff comment, "What? Don't want any blankets or something?" His tone was grumpy, but my smile only widened. "Thank you, Raphael," I replied, conveying my gratitude for his thoughtful gesture. I could hear him scoff and toss the covers on the couch. "Thanks for allowing me to stay, guys," I began, wanting to express my gratitude, but Leo hushed me gently. "You'd do the same for us, and besides, you really do need the rest for tomorrow," he emphasized, reminding me of their unspoken but steadfast support.

A smile naturally curved my lips as I drew Leo into a warm hug. "Thank you, Leonardo," I whispered softly, almost unintentionally. He returned the hug swiftly and then gently released me, turning his attention to arranging the blankets for my comfort. I was about to voice my objections, but before I could, Mikey was upon me, wrapping me in a bear hug. "Sunshine, can I sleep out here with you tonight, pretty please? We hardly ever have sleepovers!" Mikey's enthusiasm was infectious, and his request tugged at my heartstrings. I noticed Donnie preparing to give Mikey another light tap, but I swiftly interjected to respond to his request. "Of course, Mikey. It would be a bit lonely out here all by myself," I replied, granting his wish and sharing a smile with him.

Once I agreed, I observed Raph nonchalantly taking a seat at the other end of the couch, grabbing the red blanket he'd brought out. "I'm not letting you two be alone, so I'm crashing out here too," he declared in his usual gruff but protective manner. "Well, someone's got to keep an eye on the time, so I'll be staying out here as well," Donnie chimed in, clutching a purple blanket. I cast my eyes toward Leo, wondering if he would also join our little sleepover. To my surprise, he was already cozily swathed in a blue blanket beside the spot he had prepared for me. "It seems like we're having an impromptu sleepover!" I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. Afterward, I bid farewell to Mikey and watched as the orange turtle dashed to his room. Upon his return, he clutched an orange blanket and a plush stuffed animal in his arms.

As I settled onto the couch, Mikey thoughtfully positioned his pillow at my feet. "No need to fret, Sunshine! I'll stand guard to ensure the boogeyman doesn't come near you!" I couldn't help but chuckle at Mikey's endearing, childlike comments, and I gratefully rested my head on the baby blue pillow. After I pulled the covers snugly over me, I caught a faint scoff. "Goodnight, or something," Raph mumbled, his tone a bit gruff. "Sleep tight, (Y/n). I'll make sure you're up on time," Donnie added, adjusting his own blanket. Leo's voice was soft and sleepy as he wished me, "Rest well, (Y/n)." He sounded as if he was already drifting off. "Nighty night, Sunshine!" Mikey whispered enthusiastically before flopping his head down onto his pillow.

A gentle smile graced my lips as I shifted onto my side and embraced the soothing sounds of the lair. The rhythmic echoes of dripping water, interspersed with the occasional creaking of exposed pipes, filled the space. Faint crackles emanated from the candles carefully positioned around the lair. To outsiders, these might be peculiar sounds, but to me, they represented the comforting symphony of home. Here, with the four, I feel more at home than anywhere else. I'm deeply thankful to have them by my side, and eternally grateful for the night we first crossed paths.

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TMNT Short 1/? "Study Buddies"

2012!TMNT x M!Reader (⚠️Female reader and Non-Binary reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff | Cuteness

Word count: 2,285

"He's not here for games, Mikey. He's here to study," Donnie chimed in with his usual monotone, prompting Mikey to turn his puppy-dog eyes toward me. "Yeah, he's right, Mikey. I'm here to prepare for my test tomorrow, but I promise that once the testing's done, we'll team up and conquer that final level together!" My words carried a heartfelt reassurance, and the anticipation of sharing more gaming adventures with Mikey brightened my day. My words elicited a light-hearted chuckle from Donnie and an adorable, enthusiastic jump from Mikey. "Alright, then! Let's dive into those books!" Mikey's excitement bubbled over as he once again took hold of my hand, leading me deeper into the lair.

Leo settled on the floor to my right, his shell comfortably resting against the coffee table, much like Mikey's. With all four turtles in close proximity, Donnie resumed reading from my study material. I had arrived at the lair around 6:30 pm, and I realized the passage of time had been surprisingly swift when I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. "Oh no! The time!" I exclaimed, springing up from the couch. The four turtles looked at me with a mixture of surprise and concern. "S-Sorry, (Y/n), I should've been keeping an eye on the clock!" Donnie apologized. "My apologies for keeping you here so late, (Y/n)," Leo added. "You should've been keepin' an eye on the time," Raph chimed in. "Aw, Bear, we're really sorry! We'll make sure to get you home quickly!" Mikey assured me with a heartfelt tone.

Once the words left my lips, a chuckle emanated from Raph, followed by a reassuring hand resting on my shoulder. I turned to find Leo's warm, blue eyes gazing at me with a soft smile. "You're always welcome to spend the night, (Y/n). In the morning, we'll make sure you're up in time for school." Leo's kind and considerate nature had always been a comforting presence. "Yeah, don't worry, Bear! We can have a slumber party!" Mikey exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious, but once again, he received a gentle tap on the head with Donnie's bo-staff. "He's not here for a slumber party, Mikey. He needs to get a good night's rest for his tests tomorrow," Donnie reminded, emphasizing the importance of the upcoming exams.

A smile naturally curved my lips as I drew Leo into a warm hug. "Thank you, Leonardo," I whispered softly, almost unintentionally. He returned the hug swiftly and then gently released me, turning his attention to arranging the blankets for my comfort. I was about to voice my objections, but before I could, Mikey was upon me, wrapping me in a bear hug. "Bear, can I sleep out here with you tonight, pretty please? We hardly ever have sleepovers!" Mikey's enthusiasm was infectious, and his request tugged at my heartstrings. I noticed Donnie preparing to give Mikey another light tap, but I swiftly interjected to respond to his request. "Of course, Mikey. It would be a bit lonely out here all by myself," I replied, granting his wish and sharing a smile with him.

As I settled onto the couch, Mikey thoughtfully positioned his pillow at my feet. "No need to fret, Bear! I'll stand guard to ensure the boogeyman doesn't come near you!" I couldn't help but chuckle at Mikey's endearing, childlike comments, and I gratefully rested my head on the baby blue pillow. After I pulled the covers snugly over me, I caught a faint scoff. "Goodnight, or something," Raph mumbled, his tone a bit gruff. "Sleep tight, (Y/n). I'll make sure you're up on time," Donnie added, adjusting his own blanket. Leo's voice was soft and sleepy as he wished me, "Rest well, (Y/n)." He sounded as if he was already drifting off. "Nighty night, Honey Bear!" Mikey whispered enthusiastically before flopping his head down onto his pillow.

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TMNT Short 1/? "Study Buddies"

2012!TMNT x F!Reader (⚠️Male reader and Non-Binary reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff | Cuteness

Word count: 2,285

With one swift motion, Mikey enveloped me in a hug. I couldn't help but release a melodic cascade of giggles as Mikey twirled me around a few times. "Mikey, Mikey! You're going to make me dizzy!" I managed to utter between fits of laughter. The world spun in a merry whirlwind as Mikey's exuberance lifted my spirits. The laughter was infectious, and for that moment, I felt like I was in the center of a hurricane of joy. Eventually, the whirlwind of fun came to a halt, and the orange terrapin set me down gently. "It's been too long! Where have you been? Come on! We've still got that level to conquer!" Mikey eagerly grabbed my hand, but his enthusiasm was cut short when Donnie playfully tapped him on the head with his bo-staff.

"She's not here for games, Mikey. She's here to study," Donnie chimed in with his usual monotone, prompting Mikey to turn his puppy-dog eyes toward me. "Yeah, he's right, Mikey. I'm here to prepare for my test tomorrow, but I promise that once the testing's done, we'll team up and conquer that final level together!" My words carried a heartfelt reassurance, and the anticipation of sharing more gaming adventures with Mikey brightened my day. My words elicited a light-hearted chuckle from Donnie and an adorable, enthusiastic jump from Mikey. "Alright, then! Let's dive into those books!" Mikey's excitement bubbled over as he once again took hold of my hand, leading me deeper into the lair.

Leo settled on the floor to my right, his shell comfortably resting against the coffee table, much like Mikey's. With all four turtles in close proximity, Donnie resumed reading from my study material. I had arrived at the lair around 6:30 pm, and I realized the passage of time had been surprisingly swift when I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. "Oh no! The time!" I exclaimed, springing up from the couch. The four turtles looked at me with a mixture of surprise and concern. "S-Sorry, (Y/n), I should've been keeping an eye on the clock!" Donnie apologized. "My apologies for keeping you here so late, (Y/n)," Leo added. "You should've been keepin' an eye on the time," Raph chimed in. "Aw, Angel, we're really sorry! We'll make sure to get you home quickly!" Mikey assured me with a heartfelt tone.

Once the words left my lips, a chuckle emanated from Raph, followed by a reassuring hand resting on my shoulder. I turned to find Leo's warm, blue eyes gazing at me with a soft smile. "You're always welcome to spend the night, (Y/n). In the morning, we'll make sure you're up in time for school." Leo's kind and considerate nature had always been a comforting presence. "Yeah, don't worry, Angel! We can have a slumber party!" Mikey exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious, but once again, he received a gentle tap on the head with Donnie's bo-staff. "She's not here for a slumber party, Mikey. She needs to get a good night's rest for her tests tomorrow," Donnie reminded, emphasizing the importance of the upcoming exams.

A smile naturally curved my lips as I drew Leo into a warm hug. "Thank you, Leonardo," I whispered softly, almost unintentionally. He returned the hug swiftly and then gently released me, turning his attention to arranging the blankets for my comfort. I was about to voice my objections, but before I could, Mikey was upon me, wrapping me in a bear hug. "Angel, can I sleep out here with you tonight, pretty please? We hardly ever have sleepovers!" Mikey's enthusiasm was infectious, and his request tugged at my heartstrings. I noticed Donnie preparing to give Mikey another light tap, but I swiftly interjected to respond to his request. "Of course, Mikey. It would be a bit lonely out here all by myself," I replied, granting his wish and sharing a smile with him.

As I settled onto the couch, Mikey thoughtfully positioned his pillow at my feet. "No need to fret, Angel! I'll stand guard to ensure the boogeyman doesn't come near you!" I couldn't help but chuckle at Mikey's endearing, childlike comments, and I gratefully rested my head on the baby blue pillow. After I pulled the covers snugly over me, I caught a faint scoff. "Goodnight, or something," Raph mumbled, his tone a bit gruff. "Sleep tight, (Y/n). I'll make sure you're up on time," Donnie added, adjusting his own blanket. Leo's voice was soft and sleepy as he wished me, "Rest well, (Y/n)." He sounded as if he was already drifting off. "Nighty night, Angel cakes!" Mikey whispered enthusiastically before flopping his head down onto his pillow.

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God Dammit Hinawa!

Sora Moeru (OC) x Akitaru Obi (Fire Force)

(This one will not have a male and Non-binary versions due to it being for a friend’s OC) This is a fan-fic I wrote for a friend of mine, for context her OC is Captain of Company 9 and has had a thing for Akitaru Obi for a while.

⚠️Disclaimer: Mature Content | FxM | Suggestive themes ⚠️

Word count: 2401

Nights like this were always exhausting for the two Captains. It was nice having Lieutenant Hinawa around to help with paperwork, but there were some papers only the Captains could fill out. Company 9 was residing in Company 8’s facility due to the upcoming mission on Adolla, and Captain Moeru and Captain Obi were in his office getting their paperwork sorted. Obi sat where he usually would at his desk, while Sora sat across from him. Papers on either side of the Captains, practically stacked up to their height. Sora Moeru sat quietly while her blue and red eyes focused on the stack of paperwork in front of her. The dimly lit office at Company 8's facility was filled with the sound of shuffling papers and the occasional scribbling of a pen. “Well isn’t this a bust,” Obi spoke causing Sora to look up from her task. He slumped back in his chair while ruffling his black hair through his fingers.

“Well, it’s what we have to do for our Companies.” Sora let out a soft giggle while she averted her gaze back to the paperwork in front of her. She could hear Obi shift around in his chair, and then eventually the sound of the wheels squeaked against the floor. Her gaze once again met his while he stood tall and stretched. His tight black shirt hugged his muscular form attentively. Sora gulped while watching him move from around his desk. “I think we need a break,” Obi's voice was kind, and a sense of mischievousness rolled off his tongue while he made his way to Sora. Her rare-colored eyes met his but she simply shook her head. “I would rather finish this and have at least an hour of sleep tonight.” Her gaze found its way back to the paperwork which caused Obi to squint at her. Then, an idea popped in his head. He placed both hands on either side of the chair she sat in, and with little effort, he rolled the chair away from the desk taking Sora with it.

She let out a playful sigh while her hold on the table failed. “Aki! We need to finish our work.” She whined slightly while Obi had a stupid grin on his face. “We can work after, let’s get some food! Substance Sora! Our bodies need it.” He then swirled the chair around causing her to face his stomach. Sora shook her head once more at the other Captain while gazing up at him. “Aki, work.” She spoke slightly demanding while swirling her chair back around to the desk. "Sora, you've been working nonstop," Obi spoke from behind her, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You need a break." She sighed and picked up her pencil ready to get back to it. "I... I still have so much to do, Aki. I can't afford to take a break right now." Obi’s expression softened, and he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Sora, it's important to take care of yourself too. You can't give your best if you're exhausted." Sora's resistance wavered, and she reluctantly nodded. "Alright fine, but right after we get back to work. No if’s and’s or but’s."

Obi grinned and removed his hand from her shoulder. "That's the spirit! Now let’s go make a late-night snack together! It'll give you a chance to relax and recharge." Sora's eyes found his gaze again while she stood up from her chair. His smile warmed her heart while she watched him grin and take her hand leading her to the kitchen. The kind gesture made Sora’s heart pick up slightly, but she quickly shook off the feeling. They made their way to the kitchen, and soon Obi released his grasp on her hand. “Let’s see…” He trailed off while opening the fridge and looking for easy ingredients for a snack. “I can make you a sandwich, maybe soup, or even just some fruits. What are you up for?” He asked while turning around to face her. Sora was slightly taken aback by his words. Make her something? She thought they were going to make food together.

“Obi, if you’re hungry you don’t have to use me as an excuse.” She softly chuckled and then stood beside him also gazing into the fridge. “How about I make you something? How about a Turkey sandwich?” She smiled while she turned to meet his gaze only to realize the two were very close. Her eyes widened slightly as she could smell his aftershave and felt his toned form slightly brush hers. It became very apparent just how small she was compared to him as well. Obi towered over her, even while he slouched slightly to get a better view of inside the fridge. A smile painted his lips while he softly chuckled standing up straight. He scratched the back of his neck and then leaned his back against the island directly behind the two. “I wasn’t using you as an excuse, but if you’re offering to make me something, I can’t say no.” He flashed Sora a toothy smile while she rolled her eyes.

After grabbing the ingredients out of the fridge, she set them down on the island causing Obi to move slightly. “I’m not the only one doing work here, you make me something in return.” Sora stuck her tongue out at the tall Captain causing him to chuckle. “That’s only fair~” Obi playfully teased while looking back in the fridge and pulling out some ingredients. As the two made food for each other, they couldn’t help but consistently sneak glances. When Sora would cut slices of turkey, Obi couldn’t help but watch her small gentle hands. When Obi would wash the fruit, Sora would gaze at his toned arms and the cute faces he would make. When Sora would take a bite of tomato, Obi could only smile at her adorable satisfied look. And when Obi would cut the stems off the strawberries, Sora would admire the little breaths that left his lips.

‘She’s so cute.’

‘He’s so cute.’

They thought to themselves and eventually finished making each other food. As Sora was about to hand Obi his sandwich, he stopped her. “You gotta present it like we’re on a cooking show!” Obi playfully spoke while taking a seat on the other side of the island to act like the judge. Sora rolled her eyes and then giggled, “Alright alright.” She then grabbed one of the dome covers for food and placed it over the sandwich. “Captain Moeru, what will you present for us today?” Obi spoke, slightly pitching his voice to sound like a show host. “Well Mr. Obi, today I have a beautifully crafted Turkey Sandwich.” Sora then removed the cover and place it to the side. “For the bread, we have focaccia bread lightly toasted to perfection. Encompassed in the crispy dough, mayonnaise lightly coats the underbelly. Thin slices of tomato were then strategically placed along with savory cut turkey slices. We also have some perfect al dente sliced Gouda cheese, along with crispy lettuce.”

Sora then bowed and pushed the plate over to Obi. He quickly grabbed a napkin and tucked it into his collar. “Sounds delicious Captain Moeru, let’s give it a go.” Obi then gently picked up the sandwich, and with one swift motion, he took a bite. The crispy toast crunch echoed through the kitchen causing Sora’s mouth to slightly water. Maybe she actually was hungry. Obi set the rest of the sandwich down while he chewed the masterpiece Sora created. His body relaxed and practically melted in his seat. His eyes half-lidded while his head slightly tipped back. “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had…” He spoke sounding slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth but also with satisfaction lingering off his tongue. Sora smiled softly at him while she watched Obi melt due to the food she made. “I’m glad you like it, Aki.” She spoke sweetly and then made her way over to Obi. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to gently massage them.

“You don’t have to present for me, I’m sure Strawberries are self-explanatory.” Sora giggled while sitting beside Obi while still massaging his shoulders. He faced his back to her and let his body fully relax under her touch. The dimly lit kitchen gave the atmosphere of late-night dining under low light. Sora would occasionally remove a hand from Obi to eat a strawberry, while Obi would occasionally let out soft sighs due to her touch. His sounds sent Sora into a state-like haze along with the sweet fruit. Then, without realizing it, Sora leaned closer and gently placed a kiss on the back of Obi’s neck. As if on cue, Sora realized what she did and quickly backed away removing her hands from his shoulders. “I-I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” She nervously chuckled while swiftly standing. “Maybe it’s time to get back to work.” Sora then turned to leave the kitchen, but her wrist got caught in Obi’s grasp.

When she turned to face him, her body was quickly pulled into his embrace. His muscular arms wrapped around her small petite figure while her body was pressed against his toned stomach. His smell danced around her, causing Sora to slightly lose focus. “Aki…” she trailed off not sure what to make of this sudden embrace. Obi then let out a hefty sigh while gently pulling her closer. “How do you feel about me, Sora?” He asked softly, a hint of anticipation on his tongue. Both of her hands were placed on his pectorals while she inhaled sharply due to the unexpected question. “I-I feel…” she trailed off. For as long as she can remember, she's always been fond of Obi, but due to their status in their companies, she never acted on those feelings.

Sora was scared, her body slightly trembled which Obi noticed. He gently released her and kneeled down to almost match her height. He held her hands in his and lovingly gazed into her eyes which were glazed over. “You can be honest with me, there’s nothing to fear Sora.” His voice was so soft, almost too soft to make out. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear while scanning for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was worry. He was about to speak again, but Sora spoke first. “Y-you’ve become someone in my life that I… can’t stop thinking about…” She trailed off while averting her gaze. A soft pink painted her cheeks which caused Obi to smile. Then, he leaned closer to her soft milky skin and placed a kiss on her cheek. When he pulled away, Sora locked eyes with him, surprised by the sudden kiss. Her mouth was slightly agape and her hands gripped his tighter. Obi then let out a soft chuckle while he rose to his feet.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.” Obi teased causing Sora to snap back to reality. She playfully shoved at his shoulder and scoffed and was about to speak, but then Obi leaned close to her ear. His breath sending shivers down her spine, “It’s tempting me to do things to this beautiful body of yours~” Sora stilled, and her eyes widened again at his words. Not once has she experienced Obi’s domineering side, he was also so happy-go-lucky and a goofball, but this, this sent an aching feeling to her core causing her to slightly pushed her legs together. Obi noticed the little movement and let out a low chuckle in her ear. “How cute~” He then cupped one side of her neck and brought his lips to the other side, gently leaving a kiss. He pulled away for a moment to see if she would protest or back away, just to check if he was going too far. But once his lips left her neck, it was as if on instinct her body leaned closer to his.

Her grip slightly tighten in his shirt while she sighed sweetly. “H-How do you feel about me? Aki?” She asked sounding out of breath which caused him to smirk against her skin. “Well, you’re a wonderful Captain of Company 9… You’re always so determined and work hard… You know how to get things done… and your ambition is so alluring… You’re smile makes my heart beat faster… and the way your lips move makes me want to taste them…” In between pauses, Obi would gently leave kisses on her neck causing Sora to let out soft sighs. And once he was finished, he brought his face to her and hooked a finger under her chin. Their lips almost touching causing Sora’s heart to quickly and butterflies to form in her stomach. Her eyes were half-lidded along with his while they gazed at each other's lips. Sora gulped, while Obi followed. His finger was still under her chin while his other was snaked gently around her waist pulling her closer. Her grip still on his shirt while her body was pressed closer to his toned form.

“I want to kiss you Sora, I wanna taste you so bad…” Obi’s voice slightly quivered with want and need while Sora gently ran her tongue over her lips causing Obi to groan slightly. The tension between the two was rising, and they both could feel it. Sora wanted to give in, but she also wanted to see how he would react if she denied him of her any longer. “Aki, How do you… really feel about me.” Her eyes found his while he gazed down at her with love and want. The grip he had on her waist tightened with her question as he gulped again. “I-” Just then Lieutenant Hinawa walked into the kitchen wearing white short-shorts along with a plaid button-up and a sleep cap. He held a mug in hand while he stared at the two in the middle of the kitchen. The room fell silent, Sora in Obi’s embrace while Hinawa just stared unamused.

“Good morning,” Hinawa spoke nonchalantly while walking past the two. Sora then gritted her teeth and lunged out of Obi’s grasp and at Hinawa. She grabbed his sleep cap and ripped it off his head. “God Dammit Hinawa! I was about you fuck your Captain!”

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The Long Night

BNHA Hawks x F!Reader

(Male and Non-binary versions will be published in the near future)

⚠️Disclaimer: This story includes but is not limited to mentioning of rape, kidnapping, suicidal tendencies, suicidal attempt, mental health issues, physical harm, self-harm, abuse, NSFW content, etc. Viewer discretion is advised. 18+ only. ⚠️

Word count: 9161

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Prologue: Y/n was a victim of kidnapping, rape, and was forced to commit criminal things due to her kidnapper's obsession with her. Y/n spent most of her life in the hands of a criminal and hated every moment of it. The day came when Y/n had enough. She didn’t want to live this life anymore. She didn’t want to be a pawn in someone else's game. She wanted to fly free. Her kidnapper and her were on the roof of a building one stary night. She loved the way the cold breeze felt but couldn’t enjoy it due to the job the man assigned. They waited and waited for the target but something in her told her to do it. Y/n stood on the ledge of the building while his back was turned. She inhaled the freeing air and smiled. She was going to be free from these chains. She was going to fly. Then, Y/n let herself fall. She could hear shouting but it was drowned out by the cool breeze whisking around her body. She had her eyes closed but not out of fear; out of relief. Tears left her closed eyes and fell with her in unison. Is this what it feels like to be free?

She didn’t care about the impact that was soon to come. For once in her life, Y/n was free from the cage she knew all too well. She let the wind carry her arms, and her old torn rags she wore danced around her body flowing with the wind. Her hair whisked around her features and her smile turned into a toothy grin. She was finally happy. It was time for the impact, It was time for her freedom to come in a permanent form. She accepted and welcomed the quick release with open arms, back facing the ground. She wanted this, she wanted anything other than being with him and hurting more people. She craved freedom and finally was about to get it. Then she saw red behind her eyelids. She was still soaring through the air but gravity wasn’t the byproduct of her flight anymore. Red consumed her being but not the red she thought would cover her essence.

Her heart sank when she realized someone took her freedom from her. Someone stopped her and is now flying with her in their arms. She was going to go back. She wasn’t allowed to be free. She was going to be punished for the act she pulled and she started to cry. She kept her eyes shut the whole flight and cried. The one who caught her tried to speak to her, but she couldn’t hear. Her fear and anguish rose to the surface and were let out by belching cries and screams so loud the entirety of Japan could hear and feel her pain. She wasn’t free and never will be, why did she think she could be? All she’s ever known is the cage she was sold to and nothing else. She never knew love. She never knew a life outside his. She wasn’t allowed to be independent. She wasn’t allowed to have a voice. She knew she would get punished for her cries, but she couldn’t stop them. He shushed her though. He cradled her close and covered her in a soft red protective barrier. His hands wrapped themselves around her. One hand finding the back of her head and the other around her waist.

He silenced her cries that turned into hiccups. He held her close and protected her from any more physical harm. She may not have gotten the freedom she wanted, but he vowed to be her angel and never let her go. This all happened seven months ago. During this time period, the kidnapper was banished to Tartarus prison by the number one hero, Endeavor, Y/n was put in witness protection just in case any of the guy's thugs tried to come after her, and Hawks, her angel, was assigned to give her living quarters and protection until this whole thing blows over. She stayed with Hawks in his apartment and even got a civilian job at a cute flower shop only a block away. After Y/n realized she was safe and could now live her life as she pleased, she became a different person. She smiled more, she tried her best to allow herself to have fun. She made friends and started to learn to love life little by little every day.

But, Y/n still had the memories, she still had certain behaviors engraved in her brain. Even though she knew she was safe, she still feared men. She would jolt at the sudden hand raises. She would flinch when people got too close. She would freeze when someone touched her. She never screamed after that night, but only because back then when she did, she would get beaten until she couldn’t cry anymore. She was in a new safe environment, but old habits die hard. Y/n had her own room in Hawks's apartment. She had her own wardrobe and no longer old rags. She made her own money and could do with it as she pleased. After getting her first paycheck she wanted to give it to Hawks but he declined. Since then she’s been doing the housework and maintaining cleanliness as a thank you and for rent compensation. She did all of this herself thanks to Hawks catching her that one stary night. And he, he fell in love the first moment he held her close.

Present: “Y/n I’m going to fly into town real quick. I didn’t realize I was out of shampoo. Jeez, I space too much.” Hawks chuckled softly to himself as he gently ruffled his hair. They were both in the kitchen as the evening sun peaked in through their balcony door. Y/n stood in front of the oven while Hawks stood behind the kitchen island. The sun illuminated his figure giving him a godly essence. He looked beautiful to her and she wanted to reach out and feel his heavenly features but refrained from doing so. “A-alright, be safe please.” She spoke hesitantly with a slight quiver in her voice. Y/n was still working on talking to others in passing. She wasn’t the best at it but Hawks praised her for trying. He walked closer to her about to pass and head out the door but, he stopped in his tracks. He wanted to ruffle her hair. He wanted to touch her and physically praise her for doing so well with everything but, he didn’t want to frighten her. He didn’t want her to flinch when he would raise his hand only to pat her head. He didn’t want to be the cause of old memories flooding through her mind. Hawks only smiled and then left out the door.

Y/n’s heart was racing. She never felt feelings like these before. Y/n only knows a briefing of kindness, she's only ever known disappointment, anguish, distrust, etc. She saw Hawks as her savior and the man who gave her a new start. She didn’t want to ruin anything. Y/n turned to face the oven while gripping the ends of her long sleeve shirt. She could hear her heart and felt the beating in her ears. Y/n didn’t know what these feelings were nor if they were appropriate to have. She would find herself daydreaming about the two being intimate, but she wondered if it was because growing up, the only way she knew how to please men was by giving up control of her body. She feared she was falling into old habits and only had these thoughts to give back to Hawks for everything he has done for her. She felt a tear fall onto the back of her palm which caught her off guard. She didn’t realize she was crying.

Hawks flew through the sky on track to the market. He scolded himself for feeling this way toward Y/n. He knows she’s been through a lot and firmly believes a relationship is the last thing she needs. Yet, he could feel his heartbeat lively in his chest. Hawks’ cold heart had never beat for anyone before, let alone someone he rescued. Hawks has millions of fans swooning over him yet none of them have ever made his stone heart live again. Since day one of knowing her, his heart was alive. It started off very small, he didn’t even notice it at first. Not until he found himself volunteering for everything that involved Y/n. He offered for her to live with him, he wanted to be her protector, he offered to work overtime to find those who hurt his Y/n… His Y/n? Hawks made it to the market and quickly dashed inside. He didn’t realize he was rushing until he noticed his breathing. Why was he breathing heavily? He took a deep breath and relaxed.

She opened the fridge and browsed inside. The two haven’t had dinner so she took it upon herself to distract her thoughts by making a meal for her and Hawks. Y/n decided on Spicy Miso Ramen with Chicken Karaage. She pulled out everything needed to make the dish. Spicy miso tare, noodles, chicken broth, kale, chicken karaage, some already-boiled eggs, and some optional garnishes like scallions and chili oil. Y/n let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. She found her hands shaky and her balance off. She cupped the side of her head and took a few deep breaths. She was ignoring her feelings and turning them into something they weren’t. She told herself her fondness of Hawks is because all she’s ever known is having to please men. She convinced herself that these feelings were nothing more but old habits trying to regain their prominent positions again. Y/n shoved everything down and bottled it all up until she was light-headed. “No, I don’t want this…” She slid her back down the kitchen island and sat on the cold tile floor. “No, I do, I do want him…” She spoke as the tears came back to her eyes.

Hawks browsed around letting himself take his time even though all he needed was shampoo. He found himself snaking all the isles in the market and even came across a beautiful sun dress that he could only picture Y/n in. She already has so many clothes thanks to Mirko and Ryukyu but, he hasn’t gotten her anything to wear since they met. Hawks reached his hand out to the dress, but as his fingers touched the fabric all he could think about was those horrid guys who hurt her. What if they made her wear showy clothing for them? What if they forced her to wear skimpy outfits for their own pleasure? Hawks didn’t want to be like them. He didn’t want any form of association to be made. He retracted his hand and bit the inside of his cheek. Hawks pondered for a moment and looked over the dress again. She doesn’t have to wear it. Y/n has a choice and she knows she can say no if she wants to. So, if he got the dress, he wouldn’t be forcing her to wear it, it’s only a small gift she can refuse if she wanted. He reached out again and gently took the dress off its hanging rack. “She’d look beautiful…”

She stood up shakily and wiped the tears from her face. She didn’t feel okay but, she felt a weight leave her shoulders. She likes Hawks and she knew it was different. She didn’t feel the association with Hawks and her previous ‘roommates’ anymore. Hawks was different and so was she. Y/n took a deep breath and continued making dinner for the two. Her heart was racing and her face was red with embarrassment but also relief. After knowing Hawks, living with him, talking with him about the most random things, and allowing herself to enjoy her life, she developed these feelings little by little and they were her own doing. He never forced her to do anything. He never raised his voice at her. Hawks always made sure she felt included and wanted. He made her smile when she couldn’t muster up the courage to do so. He gave her a shoulder to cry on and never forced anything on her. He gave her a home and peace. Y/n found herself smiling at the thought of him. “I love him…”

He went to the registers with his shampoo and the sundress he could only imagine Y/n in. Hawks gently rubbed the fabric between his pointer finger and thumb. He imagined her scent and her soft smile as she would spin enjoying the gift. He could see her run her fingers up and down the flowy patterned skirt. She would spin and spin and admire the dress happily as she would let out the most adorable sounds. “Sir, that’s 6800 yen…” the woman spoke snapping Hawks out of his thoughts. The hero quickly paid and then hurried out the door. He wanted to see Y/n as soon as possible. He wanted to see her in the dress. He wanted to see her happy and hear those cute sounds. He wanted her. He flew idly in the sky and thought for a moment. She doesn’t have to wear it. She can say no. Y/n is allowed to make her own choices and can even burn the dress if she desired. But, he needed to stop thinking about her. Hawks needed to stop himself from fantasizing more about the beautiful woman in his home. Their home.

Y/n made everything pretty swiftly. Her adrenaline gave her a high that took away any bad thoughts. All she could think about was him and the way he would softly chuckle, how Hawks would never baby her and let her learn about the real world. She thought about the soft compliments he would say in passing and she wouldn’t realize it was a compliment till later on so it wouldn’t scare her away. He was always so gentle but gave her freedom to do as she pleased. Hawks was kind, gentle, caring, patient, and Y/n felt safe with him. She's only ever felt his hug once which was right after he saved her. He held her close and shushed her to sleep. She was devastated at the time but felt safe for the first time in her life. She wanted to hug him again, she wondered what it would feel like now that she was becoming more and more okay with living. Y/n found herself smiling at his image and how his warm embrace would feel.

Hawks made it to their building. He knew he could enter through their balcony, but ever since Y/n started living with him, he avoid any way of accidentally scaring her. He made his track up the stairs and was smiling like a madman. He knew he needed to stop thinking about her but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help the smile that sewed itself on his face. He couldn’t stop imagining her happy. He wanted to see her full of life and live it to the fullest. He wanted to see her. Hawks knocked on the door before opening it. He made a habit to do so just in case his sudden opening of the door would startle her. He gently turned the handle and pushed it open. “It’s just me Y/n.” He spoke calmly to ensure she felt secure and not frightened by the sudden intrusion in their home. He took off his boots at the front door and stepped up and walked to the kitchen.

Y/n finished setting up dinner and even had a few seconds to spare to pour them both drinks. It wasn’t alcoholic, only strawberry lemonade. There was a knock, then the sound of the door opening. She felt the heat rise to her face after hearing his voice echo softly down the hall. Her heart was pounding and every inch of her wanted to see him face-to-face again. They see each other every day but this time it was different. She knew her feelings now and refused to push them away any longer. She didn’t make a plan to confess, she didn’t even have it in mind. She didn’t know how to continue with her emotions considering this was all new territory but she wanted to try. She wanted to let him know how she felt, she wanted to see his reaction. Y/n wanted to give the whole world to Hawks and tonight, tonight she was ready to do so.

The two locked eyes as Hawks came into view. He glanced at the kitchen Island seeing the food and then back at Y/n. “Wow, you’re too good to me Y/n.” He smiled as his shoulders relaxed and this made her smile. That smile of his was everything to her, and knowing she was the cause made her smile too. “I-I uh, I noticed you haven’t eaten so I-I wanted to make you something.” She held her arms out towards the dishes showing off her work. She did this, all of this for Hawks and that alone painted his face with a soft pink hue. He set the bag down on the counter and walked over to his seat at the island. “You didn’t have to do this songbird, but thank you.” Songbird, oh how she loved that name. Throughout their time knowing each other, he would slowly start to call her nicknames to get her used to the possibility of someone else calling her a nickname. But she only wanted him to call her those names. He wanted to be the only one to call her those names.

“Please tell me you’re eating too, I don’t want you to go through all this trouble to then not eat.” Hawks took his seat and pulled out the chair next to his. He looked up at her and saw her eyes sparkle. She looked more lively than before. She looked alive and free. He wanted that look to stay as long as it could and he made a mental note to help that look stay for as long as possible. Y/n took the seat next to his and hesitantly reached for the chopsticks. Hawks gently watched her move as he too reached for his chopsticks. He made sure his movements were slow. He didn’t want to scare her from the sudden movement. He wanted her to feel safe. Hawks was happy and his heart was pounding so loud he was scared it would startle Y/n. The two then began to eat. The silence could appear awkward, but for the two, all they could think about was each other. They wanted each other more and more as the minutes counted on. Not in a lewd sexual way, but more in a, they wanted each other to be theirs, way.

Hawks took a bite of the meal and immediately melted. “This is heaven, I love your cooking Y/n.” Hawks sighed with satisfaction and Y/n’s heart raced. She looked over at the hero watching as his eyes fell closed, his lips curve slightly into a smile, and his body melting with every bite. She was the cause of this, she made him feel relaxed, she was the reason he was enjoying his meal, and she was the reason for his smile. Hawks gently glanced over at her witnessing her staring. Y/n didn’t look away though, she only watched in awe at the handsome hero beside her. Hawks on the other hand got worried, did he say something he shouldn’t have? “H-Hey songbird, is everything okay?” He asked hesitantly while setting his chopsticks down. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, he wanted her to feel okay. Hawks sat up straight and gazed at her with worry.

Before he could realize it, his hand found the side of her cheek softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Once he notice, he stood still. He just touched her without her flinching. She didn’t turn away nor scare by the sudden action. She accepted the touch and Hawks's heart leaped out of his chest. She let him touch her. She wasn’t scared. Y/n pressed herself gently more into his hand and closed her eyes. Hawks let out a small gasp at the sudden action, if anything he was more scared. He was afraid she would break. He didn’t want her to hate him after the touch. He held her gently as if holding a delicate piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. Hawks gulped and could feel the heat rising to his face. Y/n slowly opened her eyes and witnessed the flustered bird. She gently moved away from his hand while clearing her throat.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just that… S-since that day, w-we never touched again a-and I w-want us too…” She spoke shyly looking away from the hero. She gripped the ends of her shirt and started to cold sweat. Was that the right thing to say? Was it too much? Maybe she shouldn’t have been so inviting. Hawks stood up from his seat causing her to look over in his direction. He walked over to the bag he sat on the counter and grabbed it. As he opened the bag, he gently unraveled a dress and turned to Y/n. He was speechless after her words and if he didn’t move away, he would’ve acted on instinct. “I got this for you, if you don’t want to wear it that's alright. I just thought you’d look great in it.” Y/n slowly stood and then gently grabbed the fabric. He didn’t say the dress would look good. He didn’t compliment the dress at all. He said she would look great in it. Her being, her body, her essence would look great in it.

She didn’t say a word, she only took the dress and headed for the bathroom to change. Once she was out of sight, Hawks sighed. “Fuck…” He breathed out placing a hand on his forehead. He could feel the heat on his face and the pressure below his waist. “If you say something like that, of course my mind is going to wander…” He spoke quietly to himself thinking back on Y/n’s worlds. His breathing picked up slightly and his body ached for pressure release. Hawks moved his hand inside his pants and boxers to readjust so his arousal wouldn’t be seen by Y/n. He didn’t want to push boundaries. Hawks only wanted her to be happy but he struggled to stop his aching need for her to be his. Y/n shedded off her long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. She swiftly put on the dress, but before she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed all of the scars on her arms and legs were now visible.

Her heart picked up but it wasn’t like before. She was now scared, self-conscious, and fully aware of the marks her kidnappers left. She didn’t want Hawks to see her like this. Hawks has never seen her body this exposed. Y/n always wore long sleeves and pants to cover up her shame and the fear of Hawks seeing her clawed at her heart. She froze. Hawks stood in the kitchen patiently awaiting her reveal. He tapped his fingers on the marble counter and started to grow anxious. He didn’t want to be a bother or seem pushy, but his feet moved on their own. Hawks gently knocked on the bathroom door and placed an ear to the wood. “Y/n, is everything okay?” He asked sweetly but with worry dancing in his tone. She stood there staring at her arms frozen from the fear of being seen. She didn’t hear Hawks’s call, she didn’t notice the knock.

“Y/n?” He asked again sounding more worried. What if she fell? What if she had a panic attack and stopped breathing? “Y/n, I’m coming in.” Hawks used his feather to unlock the door and slowly opened it. “P-please don’t look at me…” was all she made out still frozen in fear. Hawks quickly shut his eyes not wanting to go against her wishes. “T-there closed songbird. Are you okay?” Hawks asked reaching for the counter to get a sense as to where he was in the bathroom. She shakily turned around to face him. Breath quivering and eyes watering. Once she saw his eyes were closed, she let out a breath she was holding in. “I-I don’t… want you to s-see me in this dress…” Y/n grabbed the towel rack to balance herself from the shakiness. Hawks stood there for a moment and then nodded. “I won’t look at you if that's what you want but, do you want to keep it on?” The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them. Hawks wanted to see her so badly in the outfit he picked but hated that it made her sound so frightened.

She pondered for a moment, wondering if this was something she could wear. She looked over at the mirror and noticed how nicely the dress hugged her frame. She saw herself in beautiful clothes and wanted to keep them on. She just didn’t want Hawks to see her body. Y/n untied the ribbon around her waist. It was only for show so removing it didn’t make the dress any less stunning. Y/n shakily placed her hands on Hawks's shoulders. He kept his hand on the counter and the other on the door. He was scared that if he tried to touch her back, she would break. She gently wrapped the ribbon around his head to cover his eyes. “I-i’ll keep it on but… P-please don’t look at me…” What was she doing? Hawks bought the dress to see her in it but she wasn’t ready to be on display. She wasn’t ready to be vulnerable yet but, she wanted to wear the dress he got for her. The dress he said she would look great in. He gave this to her, the least she could do was keep it on.

Her hands lingered in his hair for a moment but then she slowly retracted them and placed her hands on his shoulders. Hawks was curious as to why she didn’t want him to see but he obeyed. “Can I, touch you?” He asked hesitantly almost as if the words lingered on his tongue not wanting to leave in case it scared her more. Y/n also hesitated, no one ever asked to touch her, they normally would do it without permission. Even though he was blindfolded, he still made sure she was comfortable. Her heart started beating again with want. She softly ran her hand down his arm and gently grabbed hold of his hand. The bathroom was too cramped, and she needed air. Y/n gently led Hawks to the living room and sat him down on the side of the couch. She didn’t know what she was doing but her worries started to wash away. Hawks sat down and looked up at her even though he couldn’t see. His hand in hers and his mouth slightly agape.

He could touch her, right? He was allowed to feel her, right? The only issue Y/n had was with him seeing her, and since he's blindfolded… Y/n gently grabbed hold of Hawks's other hand and placed them both on her waist. Hawks tried his best to control his breathing afraid any slight amount of noise would scare her away. His hands here on her waist, and he felt the fabric of the dress he felt earlier, she was really wearing the dress he got and this caused him to blush. Something he got her, she wore, even if he couldn’t see, even if he couldn’t bask in her beauty, he knew she looked beautiful like she always does. Hawks could smell her scent that he loved so much and could hear her breath leave her lips. He didn’t need sight to know standing before him was a gorgeous woman he found himself falling in love with. Hawks’s senses were heightened. He couldn’t see her but she felt heavenly, her scent invaded his lungs with passion, and her voice washed over Hawks with love.

She kept her hands on his not knowing what to do next. She was still shaken by the thought of him seeing her and she wasn’t sure what kind of social situation this was. She was uneasy but then remembered something Present Mic told her. “If you ever feel off, like your body doesn’t know what to do next, just dance it out to some rad music yo!” She let out a soft giggle remembering Mic and this caused Hawks to gasp slightly. “E-everything okay songbird?” She nodded down to him but remembered he couldn’t see. “Y-yeah, just give me a moment.” She talked sweetly and slowly left Hawks’s grasp. The loss of contact made him whimper softly but it wasn’t loud enough for her to hear. Y/n walked to the record player Hawks has in the living room and placed Why Try to Change Me Now by Fiona Apple on to play. She didn’t know the song, it was only the first record she saw and picked it.

Hawks heard the song and instantly recognized it. Y/n walked back over to him and gently grabbed his hand. “P-present Mic said that, I-If I never know what to do, to dance so…” She gently pulled Hawks to his feet, and even though he would normally wait for an invitation, his hand gently found its place around her waist and the other cupping hers. Y/n followed his motion since shes never danced before. Hawks felt the uneasiness in her stance and smiled. “I’ll take the lead songbird, don’t worry.” Hawks’ heart was beating more lively again, and so was Y/n’s. They slowly danced along to the song and even though Hawks was still blindfolded, he knew where he was in the apartment. Y/n let her body relax and follow the flow of the slow song playing. She let herself feel the music as well as feeling Hawks’s body against hers. They were so close and they could feel each other's breaths. She could feel his heart and he could feel hers.

He wanted to cradle her close. She wanted to hear his voice. He wanted to feel her soft touch more. She wanted to see him smile like before. He wanted her to be happy. She wanted him to enjoy this moment. He wanted to see her. She wanted to kiss him. As the song crept to a close, Y/n inhaled. “Y/n, c-can I see you?” Hawks asked placing both hands on her waist. Y/n let her arms wrap themselves around his neck, gently crossing her wrists. “Only if I can kiss you,” The words left without a second thought, she didn’t even realize what she said until she noticed Hawks's face turn red. He gasped slightly at the sudden request and his hold on her waist tightened slightly. He gulped and then before he knew it, he saw her. She didn’t untie the ribbon, it fell on its own as they both locked eyes.

Her face was a pink hue and his was splashed with red. He could see her and she looked ravishing. Her enchanted essence glowed like no other and he was star-struck. Before he realized it, he lost his balance and fell back on the couch accidentally pulling Y/n onto his lap. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.” Hawks spoke frantically but at a soft volume. She straddled his lap but couldn’t say anything. From the shock of what she said to him, to him now seeing her, she froze. Hawks noticed her fear and sat up quickly. “Songbird i-it’s okay. H-here, I’ll shut my eyes again.” He closed them once more while holding her hand. She shook slightly and didn’t know what to do. She already used dancing but it worked a little too well. Then, she leaned in. Her lips touched his softly which caused Hawks to jolt surprised by the sudden feeling. Shes kissed before, but this time, she wanted this to happen. Hawks kissed back almost immediately feeling butterflies and passion.

Y/n could feel her heart race, her stomach tighten, and her undergarments grow damp. She wanted this, and now, she wanted to be seen. She pulled back from Hawks while he kept his eyes closed. The pace of his breathing was elevated and his cheeks a darker red than before. “H-hawks..” she trailed off cupping his face. His hands found the back of hers as he smiled. “Call me Keigo…” He spoke softly, eyes still shut and still breathing somewhat heavily. “O-Open your eyes, K-Keigo…” Once he did, he melted into her touch. She then slowly removed her hands and crossed her arms over her chest looking away trying to hide her features. Keigo noticed her body language and he gently leaned in to kiss her neck.

She gasped slightly at the sudden feeling and placed her hands on both of his shoulders. “Say my name Babybird~” He asked sweetly while kissing her neck more. “...K-Keigo…” She breathed out feeling a wave of pleasure come from a little love bite he placed on her neck. “Again please…” He asked once more and she repeated, but this time sounding more desperate. “K-Keigoo…” He smirked against her skin and then wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her frame, his face resting against her chest. “You’re beautiful Y/n, please don’t feel the need to hide from me,” he spoke almost sounding sad. Keigo slowly retracted his face from her chest and then began to kiss the scars on her arms. She watched him hesitantly while letting slight gasps escape her lips. She didn’t know what to say, she knew she could stop him and he would but, she wanted this. She wanted him to feel her. She wanted him to get close and make her feel like no one else could.

Inch by inch, scar by scar, he kissed both of her arms anywhere skin was exposed. Keigo kissed her knuckles and then looked up into her eyes. He was full of passion and love for Y/n and wanted nothing more than to have her be his. She looked down at him, a small tear rolling down her cheek. He had no ill intentions behind his eyes, he looked at her with love and she could feel it. She wasn’t afraid anymore to be seen. She wanted him to see as much of her as he could. “K-Keigo..” She breathed out gently placing her forehead on his. “Yes, my songbird?” His tone was sweet and compassionate. He spoke so softly that Y/n barely heard it. She then gulped and inhaled. “I want you,” they locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. He was shocked at the request but then gently placed his hand on her cheek and brought her down to kiss him again.

Their lips moved in unison and their breathing aligned. Her hands were still on his shoulders while his free hand found its way around her waist. Then with one swift motion, Keigo stood up. Y/n’s legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist causing her to deepen the kiss. Keigo let out a muffled moan and then proceeded to carry her to his bedroom. He opened the door and closed it behind them as he walked over to his bed. He gently set her down on the end of his bed while slowly backing away from the kiss. He kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in his. “Y/n, is this something you truly want?” He asked before continuing anything with her. She looked down at him and smiled softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Keigo.” He then gently removed his hands from hers and then started to pull off his jacket. In order to get it off he shedded all of his feathers. The red feathers rested on the bed around Y/n as she watched in awe.

“Babybird, If you ever want me to stop at any point, tell me and I immediately will.” He then removed his shirt and was only left in his cargo pants. Y/n nodded her head and picked up a feather from off the bed. Keigo watched her closely as she brought the feather to her lips kissing it softly. A pink hue covered his cheeks and his breath hitched. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me songbird~...” Y/n looked down at Keigo with slight confusion as he smirked up at her. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” He growled slightly and then moved closer to kiss Y/n on the lips. His body was in between her legs, one hand resting on the small of her back while the other on the back of her neck pulling her closer. Her hands found his hair and the other gripped his bicep. She kissed back needily to feel any kind of physical touch from Keigo. She wanted him in any way possible, she wanted to see and feel him take her to cloud nine.

Keigo felt her legs slightly quiver against his sides and smirked against her lips. “I want to enjoy you first, don’t worry, I’ll make you feel amazing babybird~” Keigo kissed down her neck as she let out breathy moans. He left gentle love bites and made sure not to leave a mark on her skin. This caused Y/n to tug gently on his hair. “I-I want to be yours so, please…” She gently pressed him closer to her neck. Keigo got the hint and nodded. “Whatever you wish, babybird” Keigo then started to gently suck on her neck but started to get more aggressive with it the louder she got. He left his mark on her skin and backed away slightly to admire it. “If it’s ever too much, please stop me songbird.” Keigo kissed her neck and then moved to her collarbone.

Y/n let out a mhm while gasping slightly for air. Her skin burned with anticipation and need. She needed to feel him everywhere. Her hand still in his hair while the other held his feather. Hawks licked and sucked on her collarbone sending shivers up her spine. She brought the feather to her lips once more and kissed it again causing Keigo to moan against her skin. Y/n now understood what he meant earlier and began to play with the feather. Keigo’s hand found its way to her thigh giving it a squeeze. “Babybird~ I-If you keep that up, I-I don’t think I’ll be able to go slow…” He groaned out feeling the sensation from his feather. Keigo backed away slightly from Y/n with red painting his cheeks and a needy look on his face. He then brought all of his feathers back to him including the one in her hand. His wings were massive and puffed out around them both. Y/n looked at Keigo with sparkles in her eyes admiring the sight in front of her.

She’s seen Keigo many times, but this, this was different. Keigo was shirtless, little beads of sweat dripping down his body. His face had a faint pink hue and his eyes had nothing but compassion and love. His breathing was slightly hitched, mouth slightly agape, hands resting on both of her thighs. The sight of him alone gave Y/n an unknown feeling in her stomach she’s never felt before. She could feel heat between her legs and a tug on her heart. She wanted to see more of him, she wanted him to feel more of her. She needed him to ravish her with every ounce of love he had. Y/n looked at Keigo from head to toe and noticed he was just as aroused as her once she glanced at his waist.

Keigo followed her eyes and smirked while combing back some of his hair. “Like what you see babybird~?” He chuckled softly as a pink hue illuminated Y/n’s face. “It’s okay, don’t worry you’ll get what you want soon~ but right now I need to see more of you.” Keigo leaned forward to her and wrapped his arms around her. He gently grabbed the zipper on the back of the dress and looked into Y/n’s eyes lovingly. “May I?” He asked for reassurance making sure they weren’t going too fast for her. Y/n nodded wanting him to see and he obliged. Keigo pulled the zipper down allowing the dress to slowly slip off her shoulders. More scars were visible but Y/n didn’t shy away. Keigo backed up still kneeling in front of her as he pulled her to her feet.

When she stood the dress fell to the floor and Keigo admired the sight in front of him. She was beautiful, her skin was so soft, her body perfectly framed, and the way she didn’t shy away from his gaze made him smile. Keigo placed a hand on the small of her back, the other on the back of her thigh. He brought her close as he kissed her gorgeous stomach, her hips, ribcage, and anywhere he could see exposed skin he kissed. Y/n’s hands once again found their way to his hair. She would gently tug and play with strands of his hair. She let out a breathy moan and slightly whined in the process. Keigo looked up at her but then stood. The two stood there together in the dark, only the moon shinned through the window giving the room light.

Keigo kissed Y/n’s lips wanting to taste more of her. He wanted to make her feel amazing but he wanted to take his time. Keigo wanted this to be enjoyable for her, a long night she'll never forget. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and brought her closer deepening the kiss. Their bodies moved in unison as Keigo’s tongue gently wormed its way in her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance as Keigo gently pushed Y/n back on the bed as he crawled on top of her. Her back rested against the silk sheets as Keigo massaged her thigh and unhooked her bra. The two let out muffled moans and stifled grunts at the heated battle for dominance. Keigo kept the kiss connected as he swiftly removed her bra leaving her chest exposed to the cool air.

Her nipples hardened at the chill and Keigo gently cupped one in his hand needing it. Y/n stopped their battle and gasped for air at the sudden sensation. Keigo took this opportunity to kiss down her jaw, neck, collarbone, and to her chest. Her hand found its way to his hair again gently tugging at it. “P-please Keigo…” She moaned softly as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Keigo smirked against her skin kissing between her breasts. “Please what?” He taunted wanting her to use her words. He wanted to hear her desperate cries for him. He wanted her to want him in between her legs lapping up her juices. He wanted her to be on cloud nine. “P-Please Keigo, p-please touch me down there…” She squirmed slightly at the last part and Keigo smiled. “Good Girl~”

Keigo licked her nipple while playing with the other. He wanted to give her breasts attention first before devouring her. He gently sucked on the sensitive bud and flicked it with his tongue a few times. He softly nibbled and then gave the other side the same treatment. Y/n squirmed and moaned out for him. She desperately wanted him to soothe the aching need between her legs. She was soaking through her panties and Keigo could feel it through his pants on his leg. He moved his knee closer to her sex adding more pressure. Y/n groaned and started to grin against his leg. She needed to be touched, she needed him to feel her.

Keigo kissed down her body and left a few love bites above her clothed sex. She gasped as he got closer and closer to her heat. He hooked a finger under the side of her panties. Keigo looked up at her before continuing. She gently ruffled his hair and nodded down at him. He smiled and then with one swift motion, Y/n was now fully exposed for Keigo’s eyes only. He looked down at her nude body for a moment admiring the goddess on his bed. “K-Keigo, please touch me…” She breathed out and Keigo obliged. He got off the bed, hooking his arms around her thighs, and swiftly brought her to the end of the bed. Keigo was back in a kneeling position, this time with a full view of her dripping sex. Keigo licked his lips and kissed her beautiful thighs. “You’re enchanting, such a pretty bird~” He praised as he kissed closer and closer to her heat.

Then, with a loud gasp, his mouth was on her sex lapping at her folds. Her hand roughly grabbed a handful of his hair pressing him closer to her nether region. She cupped a hand around her mouth not wanting to be loud but a couple of feathers found their way to her wrist pinning it to the bed. “I want to hear you, sing a song for me, my songbird~” Keigo breathed slightly heavily as he continued his lapping motion with his tongue. He sucked on her clit as her juices covered his mouth. “F-Fuck you taste amazing..” Keigo devoured her pussy like it was his last meal. She moaned out heavenly as her chest would rise and fall quickly. Her body shook slightly and her legs quivered around his head. “O-Oh god K-Keigo~..” She moaned out. Then a couple more of his feathers found their way to her sensitive buds adding more stimulation for her. She arched her back at the pleasurable sensations and let out a stream of breathy moans.

Her hand that was in Keigo’s hair gripped one of his wings causing him to moan against her sex sending vibrations through her core. “Oh f-fuck~” She moaned at the feeling and gripped his wings tighter to feel the vibration again. Keigo took the hint and started to chur against her sobbing wet cunt. Y/n gasped and instinctively pressed her cunt more against Keigo’s face. He continued to chur and devour her pussy but then soon backed up for air. “F-fuck babybird~ you’re really fucking tasty, my new favorite meal~” He immediately went back down and continued his delicious meal. He then started to rub his middle finger up and down her slit causing Y/n to jolt. “Shhh, it’s okay babybird, I gotta get you ready before I fully make you mine. I’ll go slow~” Keigo sucked at her clit and then inserted one finger into her tight cunt.

Y/n gasped and hissed while grabbing at the silk bedsheets. “K-Keigo~” She breathed out as his feathers then pinned both of her hands over her head while the others still toyed with her nipples. “Let your body relax songbird~” He spoke sweetly as he kissed her thigh while another feather took over rubbing against her clit. “Come on baby~ allow your body to relax.” Y/n then breathed softly and started to calm down. Keigo then continued pushing his finger in. “That’s it, that’s my pretty bird~” Her cunt loosened and allowed Keigo more room for his finger. “You’re doing so well songbird. That’s right, let yourself enjoy the pleasure~” Keigo then began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of her cunt.

Y/n moaned at the feeling that was once painful but soon became pleasurable. She moved her hips in unison with his finger wanting more friction. Keigo watched her body move in awe at the beautiful sight in front of him. He had one of her legs on his shoulder while the other spread as far as it could to allow more room. “P-please Keigo, I-I need more~..” She breathly moaned and Keigo smirked. He kissed her thigh again and then inserted his ring finger too. Y/n gasped at the feeling and groaned. Keigo curled his fingers in her cunt hitting her g-spot. She gasped as the pleasure shot a shock wave through her body. Keigo continued his abuse on that spot and watched her body quiver and shake at his touch. “God you’re so fucking beautiful Y/n~” He praised as her restrained hands gripped the silk sheets.

Keigo then slowly pulled his fingers out and then licked up the juices. Y/n looked at Keigo with a soft gaze, breathing still heavy. “You ready for me Songbird?” He asked while placing a hand on his belt. Y/n nodded but then glanced down at his clothed crotch. “C-can I taste you?” She asked a bit hesitantly. Keigo leaned down and kissed her lips while taking off his belt. She could taste herself on his lips and hummed at the taste. Keigo let his pants fall to the ground along with his boxers. “I would love you too babybird, but this is about you tonight~” Keigo spoke softly into her ear while he grabbed his member at the base and rubbed it against her clit. She gasped at the feeling and then glanced down to see his arousal. Her eyes widened slightly at the length of his member which caused him to smirk.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle~” He whispered in her ear while kissing her earlobe. Keigo gently pressed his dick against her slit rubbing it up and down a few times to coat his cock in her juices. He then stood up and gripped her thigh. Keigo then spit into his palm and rubbed his saliva along his cock. Keigo glanced down at Y/n with loving eyes. “You ready songbird?” He asked still wanting to make sure this was truly what she wanted. “K-Keigo, p-please just fuck me already!...” She whined and this caused Keigo to gasp slightly. He was shocked by her plea for him that without thinking he slammed his cock deep into her cunt causing Y/n to break free from the feathers and grab onto Keigo clawing at his back. She let out a painfully pleasurable moan which caused Keigo to freeze. “I-I’m” Y/n cut Keigo off by kissing him deeply.

“Please, I-I need to feel you..” She spoke, her voice quivering. Keigo pushed her back down on the bed still kissing her deeply. He started to thrust in and out of her cunt as the sounds of wet slapping echoed through the room. The two started to fight for dominance again with their tongues while they moaned in unison with each thrust. Keigo brushed against Y/n’s g-spot with every thrust bringing her closer and closer to cloud nine. Keigo kissed down her jaw and started to attack her neck again. “F-Fuck Y/n… You feel so fucking good~ Such a perfect cunt for my cock. You’re so fucking gorgeous, you’re perfect, I love the way you f-feel. I l-love the way your body takes my cock, f-fuck~” Keigo moaned out into her ear keeping a steadily quick pace with each thrust. Y/n could feel a knot build in her stomach, she felt her climax rise, begging for release.

“Y/n, f-fuck, P-please be mine. I want you, I want you so fucking bad it’s been killing m-me~ I need you Y/n, I’ve needed you since the moment I saw you. F-fuck…” Keigo confessed into her ear with every thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “Y-Yes Keigo~ I… I want you too~!” Y/n gasped out for air as her climax hit her like a truck. Her walls clenched around Keigo’s cock as she clawed at his back grabbing hold of the base of his wings. Keigo slowed his thrusts and let her ride out her high. His feathers retreated back to his wings as he kissed her neck lovingly. Her body shook and quivered as she let out a stream of moans that ended with Keigo kissing her lips passionately. He remained inside her cunt for a bit as they kissed and enjoyed each other's company.

Eventually, Keigo pulled out of her gently and kissed a trail down her neck leading to her navel. He then stood up and walked to the bathroom to grab baby wipes. When Keigo walked back out into the room, he smiled at the beautiful woman on his bed. “You’re stunning songbird,” Keigo spoke lovingly as she gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. “Y-you’re stunning too, Keigo..” She smiled and watched the hero walk over to her. He handed her a bottle of water and then proceeded to kneel between her legs. Keigo gently cleaned her body from the earlier festivities and gently left kisses on her thighs. Y/n propped herself up on her elbows and watched Keigo take good care of her. “D-did you, did you come too?” She asked sounding a bit embarrassed.

Keigo gazed up at her and smiled. “This was about you tonight, don’t worry about me songbird~” He finished cleaning her and threw away the wipe. Keigo then rested himself next to Y/n and brought her close wrapping his wings around her frame. “I-I wanted to make you, feel good too..” She looked at his chest and her hands rested on his chest and abs. Keigo hooked and finger under her chin and made her look up at him. “Babybird, you do make me feel good.” He kissed her forehead and nuzzled her closer. “But if that's something you wanted, we can try again later if you’d like.” Her face flushed with heat slightly at his words. Y/n closed her eyes and relaxed her body along with his. “Yes, I’m happy to be yours Keigo.” She spoke with confidence, with no stutter like normal. This caught Keigo off guard, he even let out a small gasp at the sudden words escaping her lips. He then smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. “And I’m happy to be yours, my beautiful songbird~.”

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The Brutes Jealous Heart

Bayverse Raphael x N!Reader (⚠️Male reader and Female reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff ( plus kisses, we love kisses )

Word count: 2344

They were more than enough for the beefy individual, yet he had a hard time coming to terms with his feelings.

A little after dark, you resided in the lair with the four brothers. Mikey and you sat on the floor in front of the television, he was having a hard time beating the final boss in his game. Donnie resided on the left of the couch laptop placed in the center of his lap. Sometimes projects get attention even when ‘family bonding’ takes place. Leo resided on the right of the couch, book in hand. Those books must really intrigue the individual. Raph sat directly behind you in the middle of his two brothers fast asleep ignoring the room. How often does this man sleep? Little did you know, he wasn’t fast asleep, just simply resting his eyes.

Helping Mikey concour the final boss, he would always tend to throw his arms around you cheering and thanking you for your assistance. Raph never took lightly to this. Without having to see his younger brother smother you in hugs, he knew just based on the sound and the giggles escaping your lips. He wanted to make you giggle like that… A low growl was heard from behind your figures causing both you and Mikey to turn in his direction. Without a second thought Mikey threw his hands up immediately backing off. This gesture confused you. It would happen on occasion, more times than one to make you start questioning the brutes motives and why that seemed to be the only time Mikey listened well to his older brother.

Perhaps it was the volume getting too loud for the brute to sleep, or maybe the over excitement irritating red. Those options bounced around in your head never once conjuring up the idea of the brute being swoon by you. Letting out a sigh and continuing back to the game at hand, you decided to check up on the other terrapins. “How's the project going, Don?” Asking so nonchalantly while placing your arm on Raphs thigh to turn back to Donnie. The motion, the touch, you being so swift with your movements caused Raphs body to tense slightly. He shunned himself inside his thoughts as he continued to keep his eyes closed.

The genius peered up from the screen looking confused at the sudden question, but switched back to the reality of everyone in the room. “O-Oh, well it's going swiftly, I’m just working on the blueprints of a motorcycle I’m planning to build, it’ll attach itself to the underbelly of the Tartarugas truck and once needed it will deploy ready to take off.” He pushed up his glasses while peering back down at his laptop. Somehow the mentioning of a motorcycle being able to be used during a mission piqued your interest. “What engine would it have?” You asked peering more on Raphs thigh without giving it a second thought. This question caused Don, Mikey, and Leo to turn in your direction.

“You ride shorty?” Raph's voice spoke somewhat raspy as he opened one eye to peer down at your wellbeing. You glanced up with a faint shade of pink painted across your skin. That’s right, you’ve never told the guys you love bikes… Letting out a soft awkward heh, you glanced away from the four. “A little, haven’t rode one in a while though..” You started to feel slightly more embarrassed at their gazes, what if you forgot how to ride due to it being so long since you’ve occupied one? Growing a bit more embarrassed, all you could hear was a playful huff from the brute above you. “Needa get you back on one then” The three agreed by nodding their heads.

“Just imagining how badass you’d look on a bike makes my shell tighten~!” Mikey clenched his controller while smirking over at you. You only laughed at his playful words, not really looking too much into them. Raph on the other hand glared at his younger brother wanting to kick him but didn’t dare move due to you still leaning on his left leg. Mikey released a few chuckles returning his gaze back to the tv. “Perhaps you can teach me how to ride (y/n), once Donnie is finished with it of course.” Leo smiled lightly then returned his gaze back to his book. The next glare he provided in Leo’s direction, you caught sight of. Why is he glaring? But that thought quickly faded once Don chimed in.

“Since you mention it, it’s actually your motorcycle (y/n). The truck is designed for my brothers and I, and with you on the missions it would be more strategic to have a smaller individual scope out ahead, stay behind, chase down the enemy, etc..” Your eyes immediately lit up at the ‘its yours’ part. “And to answer your question it’ll have a V-10 SRT 10 Dodge Viper engine that I stripped of a Dodge Tomahawk a few days ago. I would’ve kept the original bike but I needed to make adjustments to fit you better.” This caused your excitement to rise as you unintentionally squeezed Raph’s thigh.

Red didn’t know how his body should react, either become overly jealous at Donnie making something specifically for you, or to stay still, allowing your touch to linger longer on his rough skin. “Really?! Donnie you’re the best!” immediately shooting up from your sitting position and releasing your hold on Raph, you lunged forward and embraced Donnie, of course being weary of his laptop. Wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, Raph was fuming. He wanted to be embraced like that, He wanted to be the one to hug you, the only one to hug you… His brother being allowed to touch you as you thanked him created a painful swelling in his heart.

The two would let out soft giggles as they released one another. “It's not done yet, but when it is I’ll be sure to let you know first.” Donnie promised to (y/n) as they returned back to the floor next to Mikey. Why are they so okay with Don huggin them? Why are they even let ‘em touch them? I want to be the only one! They don’t belong to them! Raphs thoughts continued to spiral down as he watched them with both eyes this time. He wanted all the attention, all the touches, all the praises. He wanted them. It was not fair in his eyes as to why they wouldn’t hug him like that. Is it because he wasn’t smart like Donnie? Didn’t joke around as much like Mikey? Because he isn’t the leader of the team like Leo? What was it! He took a couple low breaths trying his best to remain silent.

“Thank you Donnie, it truly means a lot. What about you Leo? How's the book?” Where was his question? Why were his brothers getting attention first before he was? “Surprisingly there was a twist I didn’t see coming. The two main protagonists are brawling currently.” Leo added while reflipping through the previous pages but still keeping hold of the page he was currently reading. They looked up at Leo wanting to hear more perring closer to his brother. Why did they seem so intrigued by the book? Why didn’t they look at Raph like that? He couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing if he stayed any longer he would definitely meet Leo’s face with his fist, Raph bolted up from his seat and stomped out of the room.

The four remaining in the living space followed Raphs movements with their gaze until he vanished out of view. You were concerned. This has never happened before randomly out of the blue. Normally he would stomp off after an argument with his brothers, never just randomly. Something is making him upset and you were desperate to figure out what it was. You love all the brothers. Each one brought their own persona to the table and you loved all four. Blue and Purple always appeared to be older brothers in your eyes, Orange was more of a best friend then anything. And Red… That color you loved dearly but could never work up the courage to say anything.

What if it ruined everything? What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he laughed in your face… The fear of letting your emotions be known by the brothers kept you from opening up about them. He didn’t know it but you intentionally rested your arm on his thigh, you meant to give it a squeeze. You knew exactly what you were doing and it was just subtle hints hoping maybe he would return the action, but he never did… He only stormed off, why? Was it too much? Should you have not touched him? Were you being too loud? You wanted to rush after him, wanted to grasp his hand and tell him to stay. Yet, you stayed seated worried about the brutes' actions and what caused them.

“Dudes probably just tired and needs peace and quiet.” Mikey mocked while laughing gently to himself. “That or he needs to blow off some steam, maybe all of us talking annoyed him.” Donnie chimed in and continued to type on his laptop. “I’m sure he’s fine.” Leo finished while continuing to read. You sat still thinking about your next move, but before okaying your actions you stood up and started walking in the direction Raph left, “I’ll go check on him, I’ll be back.”

Making it to his room door, raising your right hand to knock, suddenly all the nerves flooded in. What if he was upset at you? What if he truly wanted to be alone? Were you annoying him? Would knocking annoy him more? Did you cause this? Being ripped out of your thoughts, Raph’s door opened pulling you inside. Your mind didn’t have time to adjust to the sudden action, before you knew it his lips were on yours pressing you firmly against the now closed door. You didn’t have time to kiss back before he pulled away.

His eyes scanned your facial features for any sign of discomfort. He was about to step back and apologize before you pulled him by the top of his plastrons bringing him back down for another kiss. This time, you kissed back passionately, a bit more needy. Your heart was racing and you swore you could hear his too. Was this why the brute stormed off? Did he truly have feelings for you and seeing you so buddy buddy with his brothers caused jealousy? This thought caused you to smile against his lips which Raph returned a soft hm. Pulling away again, foreheads touching one another while your breathing steadied, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips, you let out a chuckle.

As his eyes opened, so did yours and you both were caught in one another's gaze. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was inviting. Nothing but the sounds of your breathing flowed through the room. It all happened so fast but you were joyous at his and yours actions. Enjoying the silence, Raph broke the barrier. “Sorry…” He trailed off, his eyes leaving yours. Why was he sorry? Gently raising your left hand to cup his cheek, having him look back at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression was soft but worried. This was out of character for the brute, never once would you imagine red apologizing for anything and/or looking defeated.

“Why are you sorry Raph?” You asked, wanting to peer more into his thoughts and his emotions. He only glanced away before letting out a sigh and a low growl. “Just seein you so close with my bros, i-it just makes me… Ugh!” He rolled his eyes frustrated at how he's become over small little interactions. The man truly was jealous, and bits of you found it alluring. “Raph, there is no need to worry, because…” You glanced away feeling your face flush hotter than before. Were you really about to confess to the brute in front of you. But before you could his emotions rang through before you. He glanced down at your small figure with a faint smile painted across his lips. He wanted to be the one to confess first.

“Listen, ever since we became close, and the more and more I got to know how amazing you are… These feelings started to rise… A-and I just can’t keep it hidden anymore! I-I know I probably wasn’t doin a good job at hidden ‘em in the first place, but… Seein you with my bros just hurt a bit…” His voice cracked slightly, his gaze left yours out of embarrassment, his tone grew soft and this caused your heart to flutter. He did feel the same way! He did like you back! The brute you’ve come to know and fall in love with truly felt the same and this created excitement in your body language. “Raphael” You spoke almost in a whisper.

Hearing his full name sound so deliciously from your lips caused him to look at you a bit surprised. “I-” “No! I-I wanna say it…” He cut you off before kneeling to be your height. He was tall but something about this notion made you realize just how tall he was compared to you. “(Y/n), Will you be mine?” He asked with a blush illuminated across his face. He knew based on your kiss you felt the same, but that didn’t take away the nerves. You smiled gently at him, feeling your face still hot. You cupped both sides of his face with your hands before leaning your foreheads back together. “If that means you’ll be mine?”

Smiling at your response he couldn’t contain his joy. He stood up swiftly leaning back down to connect your lips to his once more. This, this was the start of something beautiful and you thrived for every second of it.

“You belong to me (y/n)~...”

The Brutes Jealous heart (Male reader version)

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The Brutes Jealous Heart

Bayverse Raphael x M!Reader (⚠️Female reader and Non binary reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff ( plus kisses, we love kisses )

Word count: 2344

He was more than enough for the beefy individual, yet he had a hard time coming to terms with his feelings.

The two would let out soft giggles as they released one another. “It's not done yet, but when it is I’ll be sure to let you know first.” Donnie promised to (y/n) as he returned back to the floor next to Mikey. Why he so okay with Don huggin him? Why he even let ‘em touch him? I want to be the only one! He don’t belong to them! Raphs thoughts continued to spiral down as he watched him with both eyes this time. He wanted all the attention, all the touches, all the praises. He wanted him. It was not fair in his eyes as to why he wouldn’t hug him like that. Is it because he wasn’t smart like Donnie? Didn’t joke around as much like Mikey? Because he isn’t the leader of the team like Leo? What was it! He took a couple low breaths trying his best to remain silent.

“Thank you Donnie, it truly means a lot. What about you Leo? How's the book?” Where was his question? Why were his brothers getting attention first before he was? “Surprisingly there was a twist I didn’t see coming. The two main protagonists are brawling currently.” Leo added while reflipping through the previous pages but still keeping hold of the page he was currently reading. He looked up at Leo wanting to hear more perring closer to his brother. Why did he seem so intrigued by the book? Why didn’t he look at Raph like that? He couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing if he stayed any longer he would definitely meet Leo’s face with his fist, Raph bolted up from his seat and stomped out of the room.

“You belong to me (y/n)~...”

The Brutes Jealous heart (Female reader version)

The Brutes Jealous heart (Non-binary reader version)

Part 2 of The Brutes Jealous Heart???? 👀

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The Brutes Jealous Heart

Bayverse Raphael x F!Reader (⚠️Male reader and Non binary reader versions are at the bottom of this post⚠️)

Warnings: Fluff ( plus kisses, we love kisses ) Word count: 2344

She was more than enough for the beefy individual, yet he had a hard time coming to terms with his feelings.

The two would let out soft giggles as they released one another. “It's not done yet, but when it is I’ll be sure to let you know first.” Donnie promised to (y/n) as she returned back to the floor next to Mikey. Why she so okay with Don huggin her? Why she even let ‘em touch her? I want to be the only one! She don’t belong to them! Raphs thoughts continued to spiral down as he watched her with both eyes this time. He wanted all the attention, all the touches, all the praises. He wanted her. It was not fair in his eyes as to why she wouldn’t hug him like that. Is it because he wasn’t smart like Donnie? Didn’t joke around as much like Mikey? Because he isn’t the leader of the team like Leo? What was it! He took a couple low breaths trying his best to remain silent.

“Thank you Donnie, it truly means a lot. What about you Leo? How's the book?” Where was his question? Why were his brothers getting attention first before he was? “Surprisingly there was a twist I didn’t see coming. The two main protagonists are brawling currently.” Leo added while reflipping through the previous pages but still keeping hold of the page he was currently reading. She looked up at Leo wanting to hear more perring closer to his brother. Why did she seem so intrigued by the book? Why didn’t she look at Raph like that? He couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing if he stayed any longer he would definitely meet Leo’s face with his fist, Raph bolted up from his seat and stomped out of the room.

“You belong to me (y/n)~...”

The Brutes Jealous heart (Male reader version)

The Brutes Jealous heart (Non-binary reader version)

Part 2 of The Brutes Jealous Heart???? 👀

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