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opossumloverr · 10 months

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✪ RAPHAEL HAMATO DATING HEADCANONS ✪

Summary:

Just some silly lil headcanons to start of the summa❗️🫶🏾

Warning(s):

None! all fluff up in here

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OKAY GUYS ITS SUMMER VAYCAY, IM BACK AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR 75 DAYS, IM A FREE MAN, SO LET'S START IT OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOY (Gender-neutral reader!)

I would like to start by saying this man loves you very much and would drop almost anything for you

You need help with a school project? Big red is on his way, you don't know what shoes will match the outfit you picked, oh what a coincidence! he just so happens to have a matching pair of shoes that fits you perfectly, you just want cuddles? lock and loaded baby, come at him

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we all need a Raph in our lives

He protects you from his brother's teasing, even if it's just playing or goofing, he is NOT taking any chances.

He loves to scoop you up randomly, you'll get used to it don't worry

Very cautious when picking you up though, doesn't want his spikes to hurt you, he will feel mad guilty if he was the one who caused you even a little bit of pain, even if it wasn't attentional (please comfort the man)

Appreciates the little moments he shares with you, oh my gosh I actually have the perfect scenario, just imagine...

After a long day full of fun cahoots and mysterious adventures, you two finally decided to go home, you usually go your separate ways after a day like this one, but it was rather late at night, and New York lets the creeps roam at this time, so he offered to ride the subway train with you, even though you were a bit hesitant but agreed cause there's no way your gonna allow yourself to get mugged in the middle of the night and like I said it was late at night so the subway cart that you guys were on was empty, he did wear a Hoodie and mask, just in case, the ride was silent, no noises but the constant screeching of the train tracks, but other than that it was just comfortable silence, Raph was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how the next day will be and how it will end, will it be a good or bad day? or something in the middle; what's the meaning of life? and what happens after death? Where does your soul go to, to heaven? or is it just pitch black forever, will today be his last day-- suddenly, he felt a lightweight on his shoulder, the thoughts that were coming in like a rapid wave started to smooth down to a calm stream of water, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, apparently you thought it was a perfect time to take a quick power nap, how cute! he coos softly at you, loving how you're so comfortable and calm around him. god, he loves you so much ♡,

"I promise I will always be here when you need me, you're my everything, sweetie"

Sorry guys I just felt a little kooky at the moment

If you like to play fight he's totally down, doesn't fight too hard obviously, and lets you win all the time, what a gentleman

He'll hold doors open for you, push your seat out, and then push it back in, hell, he would even do that thing where a guy puts his coat on a puddle so the lady could walk through it even though she's fully capable of walking around it

Takes so many pics of you and him at places, and has a particular folder on his phone with pictures of you guys

When it's family game night or movie night, he always invites you, you are practically a part of the family so why not? (The others don't mind)

It's so common to find you in the lair with how much you go down there on a daily basis

Yall have to do lovely dovey things in a private area cause of his brothers (mostly Leo, his bitchass) constantly changing the mood

Likes it when you watch him workout, it motivates him so much, sometimes he uses you as a weight

Loves to give you piggyback rides for some reason

He likes pickles, LISTEN LISTEN, if you don't like pickles in your burger you'll pick them out and give it to him cause you know he loves em (THE OLIVE THEORY ♡)

I GOT SOO MUCH MORE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOBE HIM BUT ILL KEEP IT INSIDE, FOR NOW, CAUSE ITS 5:08 AM RN 💀 sorry for being dead for 5 months, AGIAN, but imma be back on my grind now 🙏🏾 and I'll try to complete all of my 15 drafts 😓 and if you see any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.

#rottmnt #x reader #raphael rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader

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brightlotusmoon · 7 years

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TMNT Fanfic: Fire And Oxygen: Where My Demons Hide

Testing out the full “Mikey The Lifegiver” fanfic based on that headcanon where Mikey, still new to his Utrom-enhanced inborn psychic empath powers, teaches Raph to control his emotional rages, for which Angel123 did a beautiful illustration. Going to edit and post on both AO3 and FFnet later. Do give feedback here for content and such, like if I should add anything, etc. Remember, right now it’s just telepathy and intuitive sensing and some clairvoyance, and the telekinesis comes much much later in the series once he and April and Splinter start training. Plus, there are always side effects. He’s got temporal lobe epilepsy and a migraine disorder now. Sometimes headaches precede visions too.

Fire And Oxygen: Where My Demons Hide

Raphael was having nightmares again.

They were always the same. The endings were always different.

This time, Michelangelo took the katana in the side but Leonardo didn’t notice in time.

This time, Michelangelo took the knives to the chest meant for Donatello, but they couldn’t save him.

This time, Michelangelo was raped by that Foot ninja more than once, more than just fingers, and Raphael could not reach him.

And Raph bolted up in his bed roaring, tears streaming down his face. He was rasping out his little brother’s name. Chompy had climbed onto his chest, pawing at his face, making those little frantic whimpers, the same whining sounds he had made when Tokka came to get him and he realized he would be leaving Earth – Raph – behind.

His hands trembling, Raph clutched the puppy-like alien turtle delicately and growled, hiccupping.

Just a dream, his mind begged. Please, it’s just a bad dream, Mikey’s alive and he’s fine, there’s nothing wrong.

This time, Mikey’s latest seizure – the one caused by Raph hitting him and yelling at him – didn’t stop, it led to what Donnie called status epilepticus. Which, Donnie added, often lead to Sudden Unexpected Death In Epilepsy, it had its own acronym.

Mikey had stopped breathing. His heart had stopped beating. His brain shut down. He had died.

Raphael let out a sob that Chompy somehow echoed.

Raph’s bedroom door opened, not slowly, and it banged against the wall. Raph kept his eyes shut.

Someone sat on his bed; he felt the bottom of a carapace brush his blanket-covered leg. A three-fingered leathery smooth hand landed on his left shoulder. It began to rub up and down his arm. Another hand cupped the right side of his head. A large smooth leathery thumb wiped under his eyes.

A kind of energy – undeniably familiar from so many meditation sessions, breathe in breathe out – very carefully swept over his head, down his shoulders and arms, covering his torso, all the way down his legs, pooling into his feet, then disappearing and gathering in the very center of his forehead, swirling, full of all the shades of red, fading down to pink, then very slowly shifting into dark dark orange, cascading through that color wheel until the orange was bright, almost dark yellow, almost sunset, tinged with dark pink, red and yellow bleeding into one another, the way orange did, delight and passion eternal twins.

Raph felt himself take three deep breaths. He opened his eyes.

Michelangelo’s faces was inches from his own, kissing close. His mouth was tilted up on one side into a gentle smile and his eyes were overwhelmingly kind and gentle.

“Hey, bro,” he said quietly.

Swallowing, Raph suddenly felt humiliated. “H-hey.”

“You okay now?”

“I, um, I think so.”

Sighing, Mikey leaned in and pressed his forehead to Raph’s, still looking into his eyes. “It’s okay, you know.”

Raph didn’t blink but he mentally shrank back. “Uh…?”

“Freaking out. The nightmares. I’m like an expert now. I literally have no shame. It happens.”

Raph’s throat closed up a little. He pulled away just enough to wipe his face with the palm of one hand, and then he noticed that Chompy was snuggled in his lap, looking at Mikey with his tongue lolling. “But…I, um…they…”

“They’re memories,” his brother confirmed. “And then they change, and they’re nightmares. And you can’t do a damn thing.”

Raphael just nodded. “Y…you kept…dying. We…we couldn’t…nothing…”

Mikey suddenly grabbed Raph’s shoulders and narrowed his eyes, although his smile didn’t fade. “Dreams, Raph. Just dreams. Your fears. Your…your demons. I’m still here. Leo and Don, still here.”

Raph felt himself swell with what he could only identify as anguish. “But. Mikey. It could happen. It could really happen, for real, okay? It’s not my imagination, it’s stuff that could happen to you! And I can’t stop it! I can’t!” Heat gathered in his eyes and he sucked in a shuddering breath.

Mikey nodded and leaned back a little, clasping his hands together, as Chompy reached up to lick his fingers. Mikey kept smiling. “Y’know, a while back, I was helping Leo in the dojo because he was super duper tense and Sensei was worried he was pushing himself too hard. I picked up on that, and I went to see him and he was totally tense and zoned out. I put a little too much empathic energy into him, I had a seizure, Leo freaked out. Like, I think he thought I was dying. But I always come back. You know that. I’d never leave you guys.”

Raph looked down at Chompy for a few minutes. When he inhaled he tasted tears. “But…remember that time…you were so depressed…you let that katana wound get infected and you didn’t care, Mikey. I was holding you, you were crying. And then you got even worse, you were in a coma for over a week! And…and remember when you took that hit to the chest for Donnie, you were out for two whole weeks, you needed machines to breathe for you, you were in so much pain, Mikey, we really thought you might die, and when you woke up you were so numb…you…you…”

And Raph was crying, and he didn’t care.

And Mikey was hugging him tightly, and he sobbed into his little brother’s neck, deflated and defeated, grasping and grabbing Mikey’s carapace, holding on for dear life as though his baby might fade any second.

“I’m here,” Mikey whispered. “Raph, Raph, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I have you. You won’t let me fall. You won’t let me drown. Remember? Remember the squirrelanoids? You got me. You caught me. I didn’t drown because you caught me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Raphael gasped, “Lucky shot. Got lucky. I could’ve missed. I dream about it. I didn’t grab your hand fast enough. I didn’t hit the squirrelanoid that grabbed you. You got pulled down. Into the water. You were screaming for us. They bit you. They…they ki-”

“Sshhhhh. Raph, it’s all right. That’s not what happened. We’re home, you an’ me, and we’re safe. I promise.”

“Mikey, fuck, I love you. I can’t breathe.”

“Breathe, bro. C’mon. Breathe for me, Raph, I got ya, no one’s gonna hurt ya, I won’t let ‘em.”

Raphael gasped for air and found it somehow, tinged with sunshine.

“I love you, Raph.”

That same soothing energy washed over him, crashed through him, and it wiped away the fear, the anxiety, the rage. His body stopped shaking.

He pulled away and huddled against his headboard, frowning, breathing breathing breathing. Chompy was now pressed against his side.

Mikey was staring at him with a rakish, lopsided grin. His hands were folded, index fingers raised and pointing at his chin. “Feel better?”

Raph nodded. “Calm.”

“Good. Calm is my speciality.”

“Mikey, your speciality is being an annoying little goof.”

“But it brings calm and sanity to the group, doesn’t it.”

Raph found himself grinning. “If by sanity you mean utter confusion.”

“Hey, I never said I resonated with this reality.”

“Mikey, you’re a separate reality on your own.” And Raphael found himself reaching out to give his baby brother a noogie, which was graciously accepted.

“I know it’s, like, three in the morning,” Mikey said, “but I can sense you can’t fall asleep without help. Feel like a lesson in how to soothe your emotional rages?”

Raph grinned. “Why the hell not. You’ve been good at that all our lives, just by givin’ me an outlet.”

Mikey booped him on the nose. “’kay. First step is learning how to breathe.”

Raph began to roll his eyes, until he felt Mikey’s entire hand slam against his face.

“Dude. In for as long as you can go. Picture gold light as you inhale. Out for as long as you can go. Picture silver light as you exhale.”

Raph pushed the hand away. “Whatever you say.”

But it worked.

As the breathing exercises continued, Mikey cupped Raph’s face in both hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Remember. You control your flow. Even when it gets away from you. It’s yours. I am going to tell you exactly what I told Donnie and Leo. The first rule of being is this: Let yourself go. Let it surround you. Don't push it away, don't fight it. Just exist in the moment. Let everything come into you and breathe. Just breathe. Got that?”

Wordlessly, Raph nodded.

“Your anger is always in you, right at the surface,” Mikey said. “It’s part if you, like logic is for Donnie. You have a kickass temper, you have a short fuse, it’s who you are. But it’s like a controlled burn, if you let it be. It’s power.”

“Like yours?”

“Yeah, a little. It’s energy. You gotta direct it or it just slips out and does what it wants. It can hurt. It can hurt other people. But it can help. Let’s make sure it helps, my bro.”

Biting his lip, Raphael felt and saw the crimson glow of his anger surrounding him, waiting for orders. It was like a creature, a beast. Something with teeth. Surrounded by his own psychic darkness, kept hidden yet right at the surface. He reached out mentally to touch it and felt it press against him, curl around him purring. His creature. His emotional rage, his emotional excitement. Everything he felt to the core, even the happy emotions; he could sense its odd ability to break off into smaller beasts to represent all his feelings. It was beautiful, it was his, it was terrifying, it was beautiful, it belonged to him.

A ring of orange suddenly surrounded it, and brushed against it; some of that light wrapped around the red like a harness. Mikey, he realized. The creature purred louder and seemed to relax into that orange, like old friends.

“Let your flow exist,” Mikey’s voice drifted through his ears and his mind. “But let it stay close to you. It wants you to work with it.”

Raphael leaned back and opened himself wide. As if sensing the acceptance, the red glow, massive and thick, moved through him, thrumming, growling softly. He realized that he had never felt such peace with himself.

“There ya go, awww” Mikey said, out loud or telepathically he didn’t know. It didn’t matter. “S’gonna be super hard to maintain when you’re fighting in battle, but at least it’s a good start.”

Raph opened his eyes. Mikey’s hands had begun to move away from his face. Without thinking, Raph reached up and grabbed them, squeezing. Mikey’s eyes widened a little. The blue, thinned due to dilation, was glittering, like a gemstone, slightly glassy, and his face was a little pale.

“Thank you, baby brother,” Raph whispered, a lump in his throat.

Mikey swallowed and nodded. His left eye twitched a little.

“You okay? Raph asked. “You need anything?”

Smiling wanly, Mikey inhaled. “I’m cool.”

“You sure? You look like you’ve got a hell of a headache.” Raph ran his hand down the side of Mikey’s face. Concern and fear gripped him, but somehow that force of calm held them back from rising too quickly.

“Just…a side effect from these powers, y’know? I’m still learning.” Mikey smiled again, but Raph could swear he looked dizzy.

“Here, lay down.” Raph shifted until he was against the wall. “It’s three in the mornin’ after all.”

Mikey instinctively shifted and shuffled until he lay on his side. Raph guided his head to his own plastron. “I’m glad you’re here, Mikey.” And he yawned.

“Me too, Raph.” And then Mikey was silent, and his body slumped and he began to softly snore. Raph simply let his hand rest on his brother’s head.

Chompy burrowed a little further into his opposite side, and Raph scratched his chin. “’Night, Chompy,” he whispered. “Hopefully, no more nightmares.”

When he closed his eyes, a bright mix of red and orange danced across his mind, and he found himself smiling.

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brightlotusmoon · 7 years

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Sneak Peak: A long moment of Donnie

I think writing Donnie’s perspective on Mikey remains my favorite. With Raph, there is a massive amount of bromance and emotion and sometimes it’s so overwhelming, but with Donnie it never is. Maybe it’s because my autistic brain is both Don and Mike and it’s easy to find their depths together. With Leo, it’s a lot of self-exploration and attempts to relate with his brothers and doubt and guilt, which is heavy when it comes to Mikey, because Leo keeps missing the point of The Killer Cinnamon Roll, which is what frustrates Donnie, who knows Mikey’s skills and capabilities better than anyone. Which is why I’m slightly diverting from canon and making Donnie a lot more mellow, patient, gentle, and soft, because he knows why Mikey. Here’s the second part of the first ‘Earth And Oxygen” section from “Spirit And Oxygen: Across The Universe” which is going to be a long-ass fic that will wind up needing to have chapters. @mysillylittlesoapbox knows what I mean.

Donatello paces his lab, and remembers.

He looks around at the bareness of his space, but he sees how it is beginning to crowd, gratefully. Courtesy of break-ins at clinics, he now has a small clinic himself. There are two medical beds over there in that corner. There are oxygen tanks and cabinets filled with IV components. A computer to monitor vitals. A small, portable defibrillator. Cupboards containing medicines and treatments that can be used on them and their mutated bodies without rejection. And the one thing they don’t have, an EEG, but for now he’ll need to make do with the device for April and Mikey and Rockwell…and the brand new invention that he and Rockwell and Karai painstakingly created out of love for a brother.

Leatherhead and Slash volunteered to find and steal one of those small EEG machines, but when Leo stiffened and Donnie let out a strangled whine, Raph gently convinced them not to.

Rockwell finally explained how some hospitals were using Japanese-made mobile app based portable ultrasound devices, and that there were ways he could procure one. At the time, the turtles had decided they had already gone too far.

And then, Karai suggested using bits of the Dimension X technology scattered in the lab to create the proper silicone chips and build a device from the ground up.

Hours later, Donnie found himself holding a rudimentary portable terahertz scanner able to act as an ultrasound and CT scanner. It was flat like his tablet, as big as his laptop, and needed to be held over the subject, and very much reminded Leo of some of the scanner devices used in “Space Heroes”. So Donnie decided that Leo would be the test subject. Leo was rather excited.

The screen lit up and flashed as Donnie held his new baby up and moved it from Leo’s head to his toes, making him turn around. The three-dimensional images were perfect, and for the first time he could see his brother’s insides all the way down. Leo seemed the picture of health. His subject preened a bit. Raphael just rolled his eyes and muttered “Wonder Boy.”

But it’s now, and Donnie chews his lower lip, and paces the lab, picking up the tablet, rubbing his fingers along its screen. It’s his last hope. April did her best to scan Mikey’s mind, but she encountered only whiteness, and fog, and then a blue darkness too deep and too intense, suffocating, and Mikey’s slow soft pulse was a pressurized physical presence; the only thing she was certain of was the powerful flare of a miniature sun in the vast distance, and Donnie had to take her word for it that their baby brother was, in fact, still there.

Donnie thinks about the times Mikey would smile at him. The cheerful smiles, the cheeky smiles, the adorable smiles, the prankster smiles, the naïve smiles, the confident smiles, the scary smiles. In battle, Mikey never gives up, and the way his teeth will bare makes Donnie think of a wounded apex predator in a corner, turning into a hurricane full of force and fury and lightning and silence and feared awe. Mikey has always used his role of the cute baby brother to his advantage. Not even Master Splinter really understood; Mikey usually flew under the radar. Donnie kept missing that unless Mikey was directly underfoot.

There are no smiles right now. Donnie knows it’s no one’s fault but he really wants to blame himself. He and Mikey had made a promise to stick with each other, all those months ago, because of their neurodivergent brains.

He should have figured out the gang members’ motives. He should have calculated. He should have kept an eye on the largest man, the one with the huge knife and the huge crushing hands, the one who seemed to stalk Mikey’s acrobatics until finding a chance to grab his ankle and and swing him, and strike him, and stab him, and crack him…

“I don’t need to hurt you all. Just the little one.”

Shut up, he tells his memory. He hugs the scanner tablet to his chest and runs from the lab as though the memory of that giant man could find him.

In Mikey’s room, Raph is in a chair someone had brought, his arms folded over his plastron. He’s staring at Mikey’s face as though glaring could force consciousness to happen.

Donnie clears his throat.

Raph moves just his eyes. “Oh, is that the scanner thing?” When Don just stands there, Raph grunts and moves the chair back so Donnie has room.

He sits on the bed and checks the IV lines, checks his brother’s steady vitals. Carefully positioning the tablet directly over Mikey’s head, Don turns on the proper application, and with his other hand he cradles the back of Mikey’s head to turn it this way and that. He watches the screen.

It’s there, he sees it, and his heart plummets and his gut turns cold, and his hands begin to tremble just a little. Raph notices before he gets them under control and shoots forward. “What is it? What’s the matter? What’s wrong with him?”

Donnie remains silent. With a finger he traces the section of the right temporal lobe housing the injury he hoped would not be there; the closed head injury and the bleeding head wound had frightened him enough. Between blood gushing from the baby brother’s left leg and a head gash that looked worse than it was, the family was panicking so hard most of the human gang had been taken down with far more brutal force than necessary. Donnie was the first to noticed the breaks and fractures in the left knee, stained by blood, and wound up setting it himself before the others could notice, scooping Mikey into his own arms and rushing home before the others could really see. All the sutures, all the bandages, and the brace were applied under swift, barking orders, because Donnie didn’t want his family to realize.

His family is going to realize.

Fuck, he thinks. I can’t do this anymore.

Mikey’s smile during battle was powerful, edging toward something extreme and feral, and Donnie felt nervous around it. It was frightening because it showed how Mikey could run toward a precipice no one else could see, not even Raph. It would be too easy for Mikey to dance over an edge rimmed with fire and ice. If Mikey applied that behavior, that scary playfulness, to an enemy, no force in the universe could help them.

Damage to the temporal lobe could cause abrupt changes in behavior, and Mikey already had temporal lobe epilepsy.

Sudden aggression was common, and Mikey was cheery and playful, especially in battle.

Combine it all, and Mikey’s smiles would transform.

Placing the device down, Don begins to unwrap the gauze on Mikey’s head. The wound itself is healing, bruise colors staining the light green skin from the right temple to the cheekbone. Donnie grabs the tube of antibiotic ointment and carefully applies some before the fresh bandages. Checking Mikey’s pupils, he notes they are still dilated. Fuck.

“Donnie,” Raph says. “Donnie, what’s the matter? You were shaking. You only shake when it’s really bad. How bad is it?”

Donnie has almost forgotten he was there. He blinks at his older brother, eyes wide. Raph’s sharp green eyes are also huge, pupils like pinpricks. They have that connection, Donnie remembers.

“It…” Don begins, and Raph grabs the tablet.

“W-” Raph frowns deeply. “Donnie, what…what’s this mean? This…this little spot, right here?” and he is pointing at the spot Donnie had found. “That’s, you know, the tempiral lobe, right?”

“Temporal,” he corrects absently, securing the bandages and moving on to the leg.

“But, there’s already damage there!” Raph’s voice is rising, high and stressed, throat closing. Donnie unwraps and looks over the long, ugly gash, which is slowly showing signs of healing, the stitches holding firm. He doesn’t bother checking the knee, but he does reach for the tablet so it can be scanned. Raph grips it tighter.

“Raph, I need my scanner, please, I need to scan his knee–”

And Raph is making a sound high in his throat, like a whine, his lower lip pushed out. Donnie stares at him.

Oh, he realizes.

“It’s going to be all right, Raph.” He switches to a soothing tone. “I swear. Mikey will be okay.”

And Raph gasps, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh, ouch.

Donatello bites his lip and just holds out his hand.

“I’m sorry, Donnie,” and Raph does sound so sorry, hanging his head and handing over the device.

“It’s okay, Raph, it’s fine,” and Donnie smiles, but Raph looks afraid now.

The scan on Mikey’s leg reveals a patella fracture directly across the left knee cap. The crack is wide, the entire knee area swollen and the joint unable to bend. Just as he figured. The good news is that it will heal with proper care; the bad news is that Mikey will be devastated that he can’t do anything athletic for at least a couple of months.

Then again, it does also depend on what the knife damaged.

The scan there reveals less damage than Donnie thought. The knife went two inches in, piercing the quadriceps tendon. Blood loss was substantial, but no major arteries were hit, and Mikey will easily heal. Donnie exhales, and realizes he is sweating. He shuts his eyes tightly and with both hands he presses down on the leg like he did during the battle, knowing that this time there is no blood flow to staunch.

A hand on the back of his head. When he looks up, Raph is staring at him, and Leo and April and Karai are there, staring at him, staring at Mikey, staring at the tablet, their faces drained of color. Donnie suddenly realizes how this must appear. He leaps off the bed, hands up and out.

“It’s okay, he’s okay, he’s just got temporal lobe damage again and a broken kneecap and he’ll be okay in a couple of months, I’ll take care of it.” “It’s…not okay,” Karai murmurs with a hint of shock.

Leo tilts his head. “Donnie…are you all right?”

“I’m fine, why does everyone keep asking me that? I just want to help Mikey be okay!”

And a hoarse, raspy whisper behind him croaks out, “Thanks, Donnie…”

And he whirls around. Mikey’s eyes are open, clouded and dilated but seeing and focused only on him. He can’t help the whoop of joy as he wraps his arms around his only little brother’s shoulders, burying his face in Mikey’s shoulder. “Hey, B-Team buddy.”

“I th-thought…you…h-hated that…” And Mikey’s voice sounds like tears as his arms weakly wrap around Don’s carapace.

“Nope. Not anymore. Welcome back, Mikey. Missed you.”

It isn’t until Leonardo’s arms wrap around him from behind that Donatello finally gives in to stress and exhaustion. He is carefully helped into the bed right next to Mikey, and he throws an arm across Mikey’s plastron, nuzzling his cheek. “Wake me in like six hours.”

Mikey gives a harsh, raw laugh. “Make it ten, dudes.”

The others are lavishing kisses and hugs on him, and it’s April who turns bright, teary eyes on Donnie, with a relieved smile, and says, “If Mikey can’t get out of bed for at least twelve hours, neither can you.”

Donnie is just too tired at this point to argue. As his eyes begin to close, he sees April take the tablet as if it were a treasure, and then he hears Mikey give a soft churring coo, like the beginning of a lullaby. Mikey is almost purring, nuzzling him, and then Donatello is asleep.

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