#hey i think you got some leo in my donatello crossover.

[kaiteki-dons]

Babiessss!!!

Story with it under the cut.

Wiz felt herself falling first, after her knees buckled. Strong arms caught her before she hit the ground and her head spun for a moment.

The last thing she heard before passing out was her best friends’ voice gently saying “I have you my friend.”

She awoke in the space with a start, then flinched as her body started aching something terrible. She closed her eyes, curling up on the ground and taking deep breaths as she waited for it to pass. Once it had, she didn’t feel too much better, having a headache and many bodily aches.

She sat up slowly, her torso swaying as she looked around the space. It seemed empty and quiet. She wasn’t sure what time of day it had been, just that apparently it was too early for anyone else to be in bed yet. 

She swallowed dryly, looking down at the floor and froze. Her hands looked… odd. The color of her skin was darker and her fingers looked longer than they had been before. Her nails were also longer, and looked sharper than usual. 

She stood slowly, supporting her trembling body on the wall as she trudged to the nearest bedroom where there was a floor-length mirror. She pressed her hands on either side of it and stared at herself in shock. 

She looked so… different.

Her whole body had been changed, still subtly her, but oh so unfamiliar. The only retention of her previous skin tone was in the stripes that went down her limbs, tail, and forehead. It ended at the start of her snout which was longer than before, with newly sharpened canines that poked her tongue uncomfortably. Her tail was no longer short and stubby, but reached her knees. She looked taller and her plastron scutes were overlaid rather than pieced together. Her shell was mostly the same, if not slightly larger due to her increased height. 

What terrified her more, tho, was just how thin she looked. Her shell almost looked too big for her, and she could see some of the bones in her arms and face.

She took a step back from the mirror, all the way to the door, and slid down it slowly. She put a hand on the back of her neck, sighing. 

The worst part, the true cream of the crop, was that she had no earthly idea what had happened.

~~~

Aggie stepped into the space, looking around to find it empty. There didn’t seem to be anyone there yet at first glance, but he found one of the bedroom doors closed. When he tried to go in, he found it locked. 

“Hello?” Aggie knocked on the door. “Anyone home?”

There was no answer, only a slight shuffling through the door. Aggie furrowed his brows. He didn’t have any way to tell who it was yet. He’d either have to coax them out or wait for the others to get there so he could use the power of elimination. 

“Are you okay?”

Nothing. Aggie sighed. “Come on, I can’t help if you don’t let me.”

After a few more tries and no results, he sat outside the door, looking into the living room for whoever would arrive next. 

Phet came first, giving him an odd look as he shrugged. The softshell quickly went about his business, grabbing Tiny when he arrived next to occupy another room. Bingo came after that, followed by his ghostly brother. Bingo trudged past looking more annoyed than usual, while Bluey stopped and waved to Aggie. Aggie waved back and gave him a small smile. 

“What's up Aggie? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Bluey hovered over, curious.

Aggie looked at the door. “Someone’s been locked in here since before I came, but I haven't figured out who yet, and they won’t say anything or let me in. I think something’s wrong.”

“Want me to take a look?” 

Aggie brightened. “Would you? Just be careful, I don’t think they’re up to talking.”

“I gotcha.” Bluey gave a thumbs up as he partially drifted through the wall. He peeked into the room to see someone curled up against the door, covered in a light purple hoodie, even their legs pulled up against their chest under it. 

Bluey moved around silently, looking as much as possible while staying out of sight. He noted the strange tail that wrapped around the hoodie, too long to be anyone he recognized. Thoroughly confused, Bluey pulled back, looking at Aggie. “Did we get a new arrival recently?”

Aggie furrowed his brows, whispering his answer. “I don’t think so, we haven’t had any new Donnie’s since Bingo, and the last companion that was new was Bitey.”

Aggie narrowed his eyes. “I don’t really think any of our images could be changed enough to make us unrecognizable. That’d take quite the feat.”

“Jeez. I can’t recognize whoever’s in there, either we have a newbie or something… something happened.” Bluey shrugged with a slight cringe at his own mental image.

Bluey’s expression went flat with one raised brow. “Remember last time?”

Aggie raised his own brows. “You mean that big monster? What about it?”

“I'm just saying it’s possible ok.”

Aggie looked at him, concerned, before looking at the wall, trying to mentally figure out what he meant by that. 

Bluey shook his head, already moving back through the wall. “Regardless, I'm gonna take another look.”

“Don’t spook them.” Aggie waved, getting up. “I’m going to see if anyone else has arrived.”

“Don’t worry Aggie.” Bluey reassured. “They probably can’t see me anyway.”

Bluey followed his previous pattern, floating just out of sight before deciding to risk it. He hovered in front of the new arrival with curiosity.

Their downcast reddish-brown eyes flicked up and locked onto him.

“Oh!” Bluey was taken by surprise and waved to the new face. “Hi, I didn’t-” Bluey cleared his throat before sticking a smile to his face. “I’m Bluey.”

Their face scrunched up, and a hand popped out of the collar of the hoodie, pulling the hood more over their face as they shook for a moment, letting out a few heavy breaths. “I know… I know who you are, Aciano.”

Bluey froze for a moment, his brain struggling to compute. “W-WIZ!?” 

She flinched, curling up tighter in the hoodie. 

“What happened!?” He rushed down to her side, trying his best to respect her space while searching for newer injuries. “Are you ok, are you hurt, what’s going on?”

“Haven’t the foggiest,” she shook her head. “I don’t remember anything.” she huffed, turning her gaze down. 

Bluey took in everything new, from her striped tail to her snout, to the reddish tint to her eyes. It reminded him of the painful transformation she endured in her last visit. A brief thought passed his mind, ‘could this all be lingering effects from that? Will she ever go back to what she was before?’ 

“Is… is touch ok?” Bluey opened his arms to her. “Do you want a hug?”

She looked at him with a frown. “I don’t think I have the energy for the spell at the moment, sorry.”

Bluey took in a breath and focused, bringing Wiz into a hug.

She stiffened, surprised for a moment, before relaxing into his hold, letting her legs out of the hoodie so she was more comfortable. 

Bluey moved to pull her closer, his hand brushing over her thinned arm. The alarm bells in his head were blaring as he pulled back to get another look at her. With a slight struggle he managed to push back her hoodie sleeve 

She pulled her arm back, yanking the sleeve back down. “What are ya doing?”

“Wiz have you been eating? You’re so thin!” Bluey’s mom modeᵗᵐ was going full force.

She drew her shoulders up, hugging herself. “I- I don’t know. I don’t remember. I was only awake for a moment before coming here, everything before that just isn’t there.” she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Bluey was pretty sure he felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” Bluey retracted his hands.

She looked at him for a moment, then at the ground for a moment, contemplating something. Then she reached up, grabbing the shoulders of the hoodie and slipping it off, setting it on the ground in front of her. She kept her eyes on the ground, not looking at him as he got a full view of her body.

Bluey felt his breath hitch as his eyes widened, seeing every old scar in new light. Her face was a tint darker, her cheeks flushed from what he assumed was embarrassment. “Hey,” Bluey leaned down to try and meet her gaze, offering a soft smile. “It’s gonna be ok.”

She gave him a skeptical look before leaning forward a bit, offering to touch their foreheads together. 

It took him a minute to be solid enough to oblige, and the warmth of her forehead took him by surprise. He almost lost his focus again, nearly phasing through her head. “Wiz are you sick?”

She glared at him. “Stop asking me questions I don't have the answers to.”

“Right, right. Sorry, I’m just worried for you.”

She nodded. “I don’t feel great, but I figure it has to do with whatever this is.” she motioned toward her tail. “Maybe Dad will make me some soup.”

“I’m sure he will if you ask, Bellflower.” Bluey hummed.

She nodded. Then she looked at the door for a moment. She shifted on her knees, and moved to unlock the door. Her arm trembled as she grabbed the handle, pulling it open before pulling herself up slowly.

Bluey stuck close, watching with concern. “Are you ok to walk Bell?”

She nodded stiffly as she held herself up on the doorframe, breathless. She had pulled the hoodie with her and managed to wiggle back into it. “I’m fine, just need to-” her knees buckled and she toppled to the ground once more. She managed to catch herself before she faceplanted, and supported herself with her arms, glaring at the ground. “Bloody hell, ya’d think this wouldn’t be that hard.”

“Yea, no. C’mere.” Bluey bent down to scoop her up in a bridal-style carry. “You are not walking.”

She squirmed for a moment, but ultimately surrendered, setting her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “This is humiliating.”

“It’s not the weirdest thing done here.” Bluey replied before he steadied himself, taking very controlled steps forward. With each step it became harder to keep a hold on wiz and not phase through her. Eventually he was stuck, unable to take another step without losing his hold on being solid.

“You okay?” she tightened her grip around his shoulders.

“Yep! Just kinda…” Bluey strained his voice as he tried not to lose his focus. “Stuck.” 

“Set me down.” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t drop me, please.”

“Not dropping you is specifically why I’m not moving.” Bluey gave her a look of his own.

She closed her eyes with a sigh. “Ya need dad?”

“… yes” Bluey looked rather embarrassed, despite not having the capacity to actually blush in any way. “Sorry about this. Hey Aggie!” 

Wiz took a small breath in, pulling her hood up quickly and hiding her face in Bluey’s collar as Aggie ran in. 

“What’s up? Did you-” Aggie looked at the ghost carrying someone and tilted his head. “What’s happening?”

“Long story.” Bluey rolled his eyes as he talked trying to seem as casual as he could. “I’m in a bit of a predicament. Can you call dad? Please?”

Aggie looked confused “uh, okay?” he ran back out, and several moments returned following Dad. 

Dad, needless to say, was also confused about the person floating in the middle of the living room. 

“I’m stuck.” Bluey chuckled awkwardly.

Aggie repeated it to dad, explaining that Bluey was there. After a short back and forth, Dad stepped around, gathering Wiz in his own arms and allowing Bluey to release her. Wiz shifted into the new hold, but remained silent and as hidden as possible.

Bluey released the tension in his arms when Wiz was lifted away. He nearly flopped onto the floor before he floated back up to Wiz’s level mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

“So…” Aggie stuck by one of Dad’s shoulders, trying to get a better look at Wiz. “mind explaining a little more, Bluey?”

“Uh…” He looked to Wiz, unsure of what he could share. “It’s not really for me to tell.”

She tensed, curling up more and pointing at the couch. Dad looked at her neutrally, but followed the direction to settle her down in the cushions. He kneeled in front of her, keeping a hand on her shoulder as he turned to Aggie. “Aggs, could you go for a bit?”

“But how are you going to understand Bluey?”

“I’ll manage.” Aggie huffed, but obliged, exiting the room.

Dad turned back to Wiz, moving his hand to brush her cheek. “Hey Sweetpea. Are you feeling okay?”

Bluey did a double take, staring wide-eyed but unseen at dad. He knew.

Wiz looked at him, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she put a hand over it and looked at her lap, leaning into Dad’s hand. 

Bluey watched, his stomach swimming with guilt. He didn’t mean for dad to recognize her all because he couldn’t do the simple task of walking.

“Hey,” Dad got up on the couch beside Wiz. “talk to me, honey.”

“Sorry.” she mumbled. “I didn’t expect ya’d recognize me.” She wrapped her arms around herself defensively. 

Dad nodded, sympathetically. “Even if you look different, you’re still you. You have the same body language and build and look in your eyes.”

Another stab of guilt shot through his gut. Dad knew Wiz so well he recognized her so easily. Here he had tried to introduce himself as if she was a new arrival. 

“What happened?” Dad asked. 

Wiz shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Dad put an arm around her shoulders carefully, and after a second, put his hand to her head. “You have a fever. Are you feeling okay?”

Wiz shook her head.

“Want some soup?”

She nodded. 

He stood up, wrapping a blanket around her before stepping into the kitchen. 

Bluey watched Dad leave giving Wiz one more glance over before slowly drifting back to leave her be. 

“Bluey.” She got his attention. He froze in place, not daring to move. “Stay? Please?” she looked down. “I’m not used to this.” she motioned her head toward the kitchen. “I feel less awkward with you around, at least.”

Bluey nodded, moving quietly back into her line of sight. “I’ll stay as long as you need me too.” He spoke with a smile, despite not being able to meet her gaze.

She watched him for a moment, then patted the spot next to her to invite him over. “c’mere.”

Bluey complied, setting himself in the spot she had patted, watching the kitchen door for dad.

“What’s on your mind, Cornflower?” she asked slowly. 

“I… I feel bad. That I didn’t recognize you.” Bluey shrugged.

She was quiet for a moment, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I got here around noon, y’know.”

“That long?” Bluey’s head snapped back up to Wiz in surprise.

She nodded. “I’d just…” she shrugged “regained consciousness, i think? And I took two steps before I passed out.” she looked at her hands. “Everything hurt, I was terrified, and when I realized something was different I went to the bedroom to find a mirror.” She pressed her forehead to her knees. “I didn’t even recognize myself…” She glanced at him. “I’m not upset with you, just surprised with Dad.”

“I… still feel like I should’ve seen sooner.” Bluey looked wiz in the eyes with a small and soft smile and open arms. “But, I am here for you now.” 

She raised her brows at him. “You’ve got me?”

Bluey made a humorous huff. “Yes, I’ve got you.”  His smile widened, growing more earnest. “Always.”

She leaned into him, humming. “Always.”

There was an odd thumping behind them, and they turned to see that it was her new tail, hitting the cushion over and over. 

She pressed a hand to it, pinning it down. “That’s not going to be inconvenient at all.”

Bluey chuckled, his own tiny tail moving a mile a minute. “Better watch out for that new whip.”

“Aggie is going to want to tie a bow on it.” she noted.

“Oh absolutely.” Bluey grinned. “Just hope he picks out a good color for you.”

She poked him with a finger. “You underestimate his fashion skills. He’s the only one here that would look weird without any on.”

Bluey shrugged. “Fair point.”

Her face fell, and she blinked. “How am I going to explain this to everyone?” she motioned at her body. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something. You always do.” Bluey rested a hand on her shoulder. 

She looked at the wall. “I think it was the mutant infection. Last thing I remember was going to April because I was sick and then…” she cut off, taking a deep breath. “Things started getting a little fuzzy.”

“So you don’t remember any of your last visit?”

She looked at him with furrowed brows. “The last time I was here, I was under the weather and everyone kept trying to push me into bed despite this being a dream.”

Bluey tapped a finger against his knee as he thought. He didn’t know if explaining her brief monster moment would upset her. “That’s… not exactly… hmmm” Bluey trailed off into humming

She sighed, sitting up and glaring at him. “What happened??”

“So, how do I put this delicately?” Bluey muttered, keeping a steady tapping. “You did show up another time between then and now… and you weren’t exactly yourself. ”

She closed her fists, looking down. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No, everyone was fine.” Bluey paused to think over his phrasing. “Let's just say you made quite the entrance.”

She looked at him sadly. “Did anyone know it was me?”

“Not to my knowledge.” Bluey shook his head. “I was really the only one to see you up close.”

She nodded. “Good. I wouldn't want anyone here having any more trauma just cause I was dumb.”

Bluey just nodded, not trusting himself to continue talking without upsetting her.

She was quiet for another moment. “I remember being in April's apartment, and my leg started really hurting.” She rubbed the still-there scar where the infection had entered her body. “The lights went out and…” her breath hitched. “Her and Casey went to the other room to look for flashlights. When it got worse I was… I was alone.”

“And your brothers?” Bluey’s brows knit together in concern.

“They were out trying to maintain the infected mutants. I threw up in the van so they dropped me off at Aprils. I think I interrupted their date and they were not very happy about it.” she sighed. 

“I’m sure they didn’t really mind. They might’ve been a little upset but I severely doubt they would blame you. You were sick.” 

“April didn’t seem too mad. Casey was. He said I was cramping his style.” She laid back on the couch. 

“Ah Casey, as tactful as ever.” Bluey shook his head. “He’s not even my Casey yet I want to smack him upside the head.” 

“He’s a good guy, just…” she shrugged. 

“Blunt? Brash? A dumbass?” Bluey tried to supply.

“All of the above.” she sighed. 

Bluey snickered. “Classic Casey. At least he isn’t much different.”

“Compared to yours?” Wiz scoffed. “He’s a saint.”

“Ha!” Bluey laughed. “My Casey is a menace.”

“My Casey is less of a menace and more of an awkward idiotic hunk.” she smiled fondly. “One time he was our distraction, entering a tech company to return a toaster as dramatically as possible. He ended up smashing it and the desk and took out two security guards before he was kicked out.”

“That sounds about right. Why did you guys need to be in a tech company anyway?”

“The first time we defeated the Shredder, Splinter disappeared, and we tracked him there.” she fiddled with her hands. “We needed to get April into the security room so that she could let us into the building.”

“Oh. That sounds…” Bluey held something between a smile and grimace. “Interesting. To say the least.”

“Turns out it was run by the Utroms, and run by Leatherhead's father, Professor Mortu.”

“Leatherhead has a dad?” Bluey blinked.

“Adopted dad. The Utroms took care of him when he mutated.”

“Oh. He’s a lot luckier than my Leatherhead.”

She looked at him, her face falling. “What happened to your Leatherhead?”

“He was stuck with the kraang, a lot less friendly than the utrom.” Bluey shrugged. “Also he’s a little feral, and not our age. More and more differences.”

“Oh-” her brows knit. “At the time LH was still missing, in Bishop's hands. I guess that’s one of those universal equivalents. The other things, not so much. LH does lose control sometimes, but not often.”

“Ours goes nuts at even a mere mention of the kraang.” Bluey cracked a smirk. “He has a bad habit of grabbing Bingo by the face.”

She laughed. “When LH loses control, it’s usually Mikey he ends up throwing around. That’s how we met him in the first place.”

“We met ours by Mikey bringing him home and he threw Bingo around a little.” Bluey shakes his head. “Bingo still holds a grudge.”

“That seems flipped.” She said, Bluey nodded at her. “At least your Bishop isn’t a psychotic conspiracy theorist.”

“Our bishop is actually an Utrom.”

“Ours would rather dissect Utroms.” she glared at the ground. 

“Yeesh.” Bluey recoiled.

“He’s the one that started this whole mess!” she threw her arm out. “Staging an alien invasion, kidnapping the queen, then framing us for it.”

Bluey furrowed his brow, listened to Wiz rant.

“His stupid makeshift aliens blew up if they were hit too hard, and all their residue created the mutant outbreak.” she huffed, crossing her arms. 

“Oh no.” Bluey gasped. “That’s what started…” Bluey trailed off not wanting to draw Wiz’s attention back to her situation.

“I hope Leatherhead was able to finish the cure I had started. I figure that’s how they turned me back.” she stared off into space. 

“At least we know it works considering you’re… you.” Bluey offered.

“Mostly works.” she corrected. 

“Right, right.” 

She brought her hand up. “I still feel so different, weird…” she clenched her fist “angry.”

Bluey hums in acknowledgment as his brows draw up with concern. “You think you’re gonna be ok?” 

She didn’t respond for a moment, continuing to look at her hand. “I’ll adjust.” She set her chin on her knees and wrapped her arms around them. “I always do.”

“I’m here to help you through it Bell.” Bluey offered his hand for her to mess with. “I promise to do my best to help you through things.”

She nodded, setting her hand in his. “We really should stop Aggie before he tells everyone there’s a new turtle.”

“Oh crap.” Bluey’s eyes widened. “I forgot he doesn’t know.”

“Would you grab him?” She asked. “Apparently I can’t walk.”

“Of course Bellflower. I’ll just be a second.” Bluey zipped off to find the young lizard.

As if sensing the end of the delicate conversation, Dad stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of soup, offering it to the turtle as Bluey lost sight of the two.

Bluey zoomed through the halls, passing through and promptly spooking multiple don’s before halting in front of Aggie. “Aggie wait!”

Aggie looked at him, interrupted mid-conversation. “What’s up Bluey? Is that turtle okay?”

“Yea she is! Uh also it’s a bit of a complicated situation.” 

Aggie smiled. “That’s good. Are we okay to meet her now?” Wolf perked up from beside Aggie at the words, nodding eagerly in his direction. 

Bluey thought a moment. “M-maybe. Not right now but in time. She does want to talk with you. I think.” Bluey mumbled the last sentiment.

“Me?” Aggie pointed at himself. 

“Yes you. There’s some explaining that needs to be done.”

Aggie started following after him, telling Wolf to hang back. “Is she okay? Is she hurt?”

“She’s a little sick. Dad made her some soup.” Bluey avoided the dons he previously flew through.

“Ah.” Aggie put his hand over his mouth. “Do I need a mask?”

“Aggie you can’t contract anything here.” Bluey chuckled.

“Right…” Aggie frowned, dropping his hand. “Then how did she get sick?”

“She was already sick when she came in. It must’ve just stuck with her.” Bluey shrugged.

Aggie nodded. “Okay, anything else I should know?”

“Probably just.” Bluey halted outside the doorway poking his head in. “Give me one sec ok!”

“Ooh, announcing me?” Aggie teased.

“Something like that.” Bluey gave him a grin before floating back to Wiz. “I have aggie by the door, do you wanna explain it, or would you rather not? I just figured it’s not my story to tell.”

“I’ll explain.” She took a deep breath. 

Bluey nodded going back to Aggie. “Alright bud, come on in. Just don’t flip out ok?”

Aggie came in, approaching Wiz slowly as Dad sat beside her, softly rubbing her shell. 

“Uh-” Aggie fidgeted, unsure how to start any sort of conversation. 

Wiz took a moment before looking up at him slowly, through her hood. “H-hey, Aggie.”

Aggie blinked, his whole body going rigid for a moment as his mouth fell open. 

Then he flung his arms up in the air, dramatically shouting “WIZ?!” she flinched at the sudden reaction, recoiling further into the hoodie as Dad stiffened. Bluey floated next to Wiz offering his hand again. 

“Aggie-” Dad started.

Footsteps were heard running towards the room as Wolf poked his head through the door. Mouse ran fully into the room with a questioning chirp. Phet also followed behind, curious about the commotion. 

Wiz pulled the hood over her face again, her shoulders trembling as she muttered low enough for only Bluey and Dad to hear. “I didn’t want everyone at once…” Dad shifted, pulling her further back on the couch as he stood, blocking everyone’s view. 

“Private conversation!” he said sternly. “Out, now.”

Mouse’s expression was extremely worried and sad. “Is she ok?” Wolf came over to promptly yoink him out of the room.

Wiz reached for dad. “It’s fine. Better now than never.”

Dad looked at her for a moment. “Are you sure?” 

She nodded stiffly, and he stepped aside. “nevermind.”

Mouse inched forward, still staying a fair distance away.

Wiz looked up at him slowly, swallowing, before pulling the hood off slowly. “Hey, Mouse. Guess we’re more than book buddies now.” She gave him a tired smile.

Mouse made the smallest gasp as he quickly shuffled over to the couch. “What happened, are you ok?

“I’m- I’m not feeling great.” she admitted. “And I’m not sure what happened, I don’t remember.” she offered a darker colored hand out to him, inviting him closer.

Mouse promptly scuttled over to her, sitting next to her on the couch holding out his arms for a hug. She leaned into him, sighing as Phet stood by the door, looking confused but as understanding as he could get. 

Mouse wrapped an arm around her, landing in an almost protective position over her shell. His expression changed as he looked her over for injury. “You’re thin… and a lot taller.” He hummed.

She nodded and Dad sat down on the opposite side again. “Dad and Bluey had to help me get in here.”

Mouse nuzzled his snout into her shoulder, squeezing her as gentle as possible. “I’m sorry Wiz.”

She relaxed into the touch. “I was the one at fault.”

“No-” Mouse’s voice was stern yet calm.

“Yes.” she interrupted. “I got infected by the mutant outbreak virus by that cut in my leg. I should have kept running tests instead of trusting just one, especially when I got sick.”

“That doesn’t make it your fault.”

She didn't respond, squeezing his arms. 

Finally, Aggie spoke again. “You look… different.”

She looked over at him, Mouse feeling her tense. 

“Not a bad difference!” he backtracked. “I mean, the tail is nice! It needs a bow like your mask. Where is your mask?”

“Aggie.” Dad smiled fondly at the child. “Stop digging.”

“Right.” Aggie looked around awkwardly, then gave Wiz a thumbs up “nice to meet you! I mean-” he clamped his mouth shut, taking a breath through his nose. Then he turned and robotically marched out of the room, red in the face. 

Bluey stifled a giggle at Aggie’s actions. Wolf teased him a little as the young lizard left.

Wiz tapped Dad’s shoulder. “Think we can get everyone else?”

Dad nodded. “I’ll try. Not sure Bingo will want to come out.”

“He’s a bit… grumpy at the moment.” Bluey added.

Wiz hummed in acknowledgement. 

“I’ll try.” Dad promised. “Don’t want any later confusion, right?”

Wiz nodded and Dad left to find the others, shooing Wolf and Phet from where they were spectating unless they had something to say. Wolf left to go tease Aggie further with a mischievous grin. Phet returned to The room he’d been in with Tiny. 

Dad returned with Pup and Bitey in tow, leaving Tiny be since Phet locked the door. He also brought Poppy and  a very reluctant Bingo.

Wiz once again sat stiffly with their eyes burning her skin. She didn’t look at them yet, unsure how the few that hadn’t come running when her name was said would react in comparison. Mouse gave her a reassuring squeeze that she returned with a deep breath. 

 Pup slunk closer, ever so slowly, until he bumped his snout against her shin, sniffing a moment. Then he perked, looking up at her with a smile and a chirp. She gave him a pat on the head.

Bitey crept over next prodding her arm with his snout with a curious chirp. She offered her hand for him to sniff and he pressed his head into her palm with a happy churr, almost petting himself with her hand. She pet him herself feeling the callous skin of his scars and he pressed his cheek into the contact. He made a plethora of happy noises with a smile that she mirrored. Pup shifted, laying against one of her legs and offering a spot next to him for Bitey. He joined pup when Wiz’s hand got tired and the pets died down.

She looked up to see Bingo studying her with a critical gaze.

“You brought me out here to see that Wiz got an upgrade?” He gave dad a dramatically offended expression. “She looks great but I have important things to be doing!”

“I brought you out here,” Dad narrowed his eyes at the teen, challengingly. “So that there won’t be any future confusion should anyone not recognize her.”

“Yea cool whatever.” Bingo waved dad off as he turned to leave. “You look great, Wiz! Glad you’re not grievously injured or whatever.” 

Dad went to move after him but Wiz stopped him. “Don’t. He saw, he’s fine.”

~~~

The next visit had Bluey pacing, waiting for her to show up. She had to show up. Was she already there, like before? He checked the rooms over again and again just to be sure.

He zipped over upon hearing the chime like he’d already done three times. Wiz was standing there, yes, standing, with her mask returned and her tail wagging behind her. 

“Hey, Bluey!” she smiled, and offered her arms for a hug.

Bluey crashed into her arms with a smile. “Wiz! You’re doing better, you’re standing this time!”

She nodded, stepping back and spinning. “I’m working on it. I still need to regain some more muscle mass, but I’ll be okay.” She looked at him. “I’m okay.”

“I’m glad.” Bluey smiled wide, his own little tail wagging fast.

“I need to keep moving around to gain my strength back,” she stepped over to a table, summoning something Bluey couldn’t see past her. “I don’t know if that applies in the space, but I guess there’s only one way to tell.”

There was a click, then some pop music began to play from the radio she’d set up. She turned to him, holding her hand out. 

“Dance with me?”

“W-what?” Bluey chuckled with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, sure, but why me? I can’t dance worth a shit.”

“Who else am I supposed to ask, Bingo, Dad???” She was naming the worst options, and he knew it, taking his hand and pulling him in a circle. 

Bluey laughed as they spun. 

“Tell me why?” She motioned her fist toward him like a microphone. 

“Ain’t nothin but a heartache!” Bluey belted out on near instinct before mimicking her movements. “Tell me why?”

“Ain’t nothin but a mistake!” she grabbed his free hand, swinging it side to side. “Tell me why.”

“I never wanna hear you say!” 

They both spun and pressed their shells together, singing the next line at the same time. “I want it that way!”

#oneshot #tmnt #tmnt fandom #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fanart #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt 2003 #good genes #hey i think you got some leo in my donatello crossover.

[bluepeachstudios]

Hey Ame, where have you been?

Well, you see, remember that post from a few days ago where I mentioned absorbing my writing demon and writing like 17k words in two days? It's slowing down a bit, I might be able to actually work on my proper projects now. BUT. I will. Tell you all what I've been writing and also drawing. Here's some doodle.

Ghost in the Shell is a fic that's a crossover between 2003's Same As It Never Was episode universe and the Rise universe.

Remember how in SAINW, Donnie disappeared, and they had no idea where he went or if he was even alive? Well surprise, he ended up in the Rise universe after he started trying to build a dimensional portal. Accidentally ended up punching a hole through realities, slipped through, and ended up not only alone in the Rise universe, but also 10 years before the Rise turtles are even mutated.

The appearance of an alternate version of himself and his brothers comes as quite the Shock(tm). But he's been isolated in the sewers for 10 years and caution has turned to paranoia and he has netted a five mile radius of cameras around his home. Through these, he watches the Rise kids grow up, and occasionally appears to them to guide them home when they got lost in the sewers.

The Rise turtles have no idea who this guy is, only that he appears and disappears just as quickly. They think he's a ghost, so that's what they call him. Donatello takes the name because. Well. "Donatello" died back in his dimension.

Eventually they find him and force him to live with them and accept love and a new family. And also drink less coffee.

This whole fic is inspired by a few things!

@b0t-4-bra1ns' 2003/Rise crossover which includes the episode The Freaks Come Out at Night going horribly wrong. Only Casey and Raph escape, and they end up in the Rise universe. Cue Raph becoming a father of six.

@wondrous-art's SAINW fic (it is jokingly titled Smame as it Smever Smas atm and I laugh every time I think about it) where SAINW Donnie went missing through a dimensional portal and ends up getting found by our canon 2003 Donnie and pulled into the canon dimension.

and finally, @virgilisspidey's fic Two Souls, which features 2012 Leo (Aoi) dying and somehow becoming soul-connected to Rise Leo. Only Leo can see him, he is a literal ghost instead of. Y'know. A metaphorical one. It's very good.

I've got 17 chapters and 37,000 words written. I hyperfixate when I'm stressed and I'm moving so this is what has consumed my brain. None of my other projects have been abandoned, I'm still working on them, just, this past week has been only this.

#ame talks #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt sainw #tmnt crossover #tmnt ghost in the shell

[lordfreg]

Movie Night

Yo, so uh, this has some kinky shiz in it, beware

i have made a new blog for my NSFW fics, so if you're seeing this please read this instead!!

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type: ✮just for funzies✮

genre: ✮smut✮

fandom: ✮ROTTMNT✮

character(s): ✮Runa O’Crest, Donatello Hamato, Raphael Hamto, Lenardo Hamato, Michangelo Hamato, April O’Neil✮

crossovers?: ✮none✮

tags: none! Just for fun!

TW// !!this is smut if you are comfortable with this, please leave!!

Summary: Donatello leaves during family movie night to take care of some “personal issues,” and gets busted.

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They had been planning this for weeks, literal weeks. The Jupiter Jim Movie marathon was about to begin. And Donatello was dreading it.

“Why so glum, hombre?” Leo said, wrapping an arm around his brother’s neck, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Donnie scowled at the talking with food in his mouth, “I’m not ‘glum,’ I’m simply tired.” He tried to play cool, knowing if he slipped up, this could be the end of him. 

“Don, you say that every time we have a family thing,” Leo frowned, pulling away. “Do you just not want to spend time with your family?”

Donnie quickly retracted his words, “No! No! It’s just-... Never mind. I’ll go help Mikey with the soda.” Donnie resisted the urge to spill everything right there onto Leo’s face, but he didn’t. He knew he could trust Leo, but Donnie also knew, no, he couldn’t trust Leo.

“Michael, I'm here to help.” Donnie announced, walking into the kitchen.

“Great! Could you hand me the thingy?” Mikey gestured to the soda flavoring on the counter. Donnie handed it to him and rested on the counter, his shell leaning on the rounded edge of the island.

Donnie was caught up in thought.

It’s about time he admitted something; he really liked Runa. A lot more than just a friend. A lot more than a girlfriend. He didn’t know what it was, but he absolutely loved every aspect of her. Runa’s hair, her eyes, the way she could get so heated over a video game. 

He smiled at the memory of Runa throwing down the controller and yelling, demanding a rematch and accusing Donnie of cheating.

He’d felt this way before, but never like this. His heart was constantly being torn every witch way and he hated it so much! Runa was not easy on his feelings, she always flirted with him and made him think she felt the same. Then, she’d turn around and express interest in other people. To say he was jealous was an understatement.

“Donnie?”

Donnie was great, but he couldn’t deny she deserved better than him. I mean, he’s getting jealous and they aren’t even dating!

“Donnie?”

What was he supposed to do? Admit his feelings and live forever in the friend-zone? Or keep a secret and carry this hate to everyone she dated?

“EARTH TO DONNIE, THE GIRLS ARE HERE.” Mikey cupped his hands and shouted into his ear.

“AH!” Donnie said, covering the side of his head where Mikey had shouted, “Okay, okay. I’ll grab the popcorn seasoning. Tell them I say ‘hi’ or whatever.”

Mikey looked at him, he’s been acting weird and now he wouldn’t even look at April or Runa? Orange frowned and swallowed the urge to ask about it, knowing he’ll never get an answer.

“Okay, I’ll be…sure to tell them.” Mikey said, debating on saying more.

By then, Donnie had already disappeared into the pantry. The girls walked into the Lair, holding extra pillows and blankets to make a fort.

“Hey, y’all!” April shouted happily behind the mountain of pillows, walking into the Lair. “We brought extra!”

Runa was holding the blankets, all neatly folded and stacked. She carried them in one hand, blanching them perfectly.

“And Runa brought the blankets for the walls of the fort,” April pointed out as they both walked over to the couch and started constructing the fort.

Raph started to help build the fort, making sure it was sturdy on each side. Leo helped set up the inside, making sure it was comfortable and big enough for everyone.

---💖---

After the movie got started, everyone got comfortable in their respective spots; April and Leo, accompanied by Mikey, under the tent, Raph sitting on the floor crisscrossed, with Runa and Donnie sitting on the couch a few feet apart.

He stole a few glaces to Runa, making him look back at his popcorn in shame.

Everything was going well, popcorn was warm, drinks were cool, jokes being made. So what was this uneasy feeling pulling at him? It just felt like everything was bothering him. It wasn’t a bad bother, just a uncomfortable one.

Donnie needed to leave, “I’m-I’m gonna go guys.” He chocked out hesitantly, smiling nervously.

“Alright, see ya,” was the general response. Except for Runa, “Where’re you going, Donnie?”

“Ah- You know, I just need a little break.” He lied.

“Oh, okay. See you in a few then.” Runa said, setting down her popcorn.

“SHUUUUSHHHH.” Leo said obnoxiously. Donnie rolled his eyes.

The purple turtle krept down the hallway and into his bed room, making sure to shut the door behind him. He went over the the small bed-side table and pulled out one of the drawers. He scooted some clothes to the side to reveal underwear.

Woman’s underwear.

He pulled them up by the lace hem and looked at them with a tired and slightly uneasy face. Donnie started to get undressed, taking off his large shirt first, then his pants.

Now he knew what the uncomfortable was. His dick, making a ruckus. The organ stood up tall, ready to be pleased. Sometimes, it had a mind of it’s own. Now, Donnie could feel the dusting of blush around his cheeks and nose, making a line across his features.

He pulled the undergarments to his snout, sniffing them. His thing twitched, awaiting the soon forceful hand that would stroke it to completion.

Donnie hated having to please himself like this. He knew it was wrong, gross, kinky and downright perverted; but he didn’t care anymore. It tasted so good.

Ever since he got a hold of her underwear, it’s been the only thing that could calm him down.

Runa had been the core problem, and now he was dealing with the after affects.

Why couldn’t she have just stayed all prissy? Why couldn’t they just go back to hating each other? Why’d she have to make him fantasize about her like this?

Almost all of the scent from the undies where gone, he could only really smell his breath. Donnie started to suckle on them after the pure stench alone stopped doing it for him. Damn, she tasted good.

Only to be actually tasting her, his tongue lapping up all the juices that flowed out of her, like water on a hot day. To hear her pant, and moan his name. To imagine her tied up and oh, so helpless.

To feel her tight pussy over his cock, creaming because she couldn’t handle him. To hear her scream to slow down.

The hand around his dick tightened, trying to get him to his climax as quickly as possible.

The things he wanted to do to her. Of course, he would never hurt her! Just tie her up and make her beg for him.

Donnie hadn’t even noticed himself growing louder, his once quite huffs now grew to loud groans as he flung his head back in pleasure, the image of Runa’s face flashed in his mind. He was so close! Damn, why did he have be able to go so long?

---💖---

“What’s taking Donnie so long?” Runa whispered out loud to herself.

“If you wanna see him so bad, just go check up on him.” Leo said with a sarcastic flaunt in his voice.

“Fine,” Runa huffed, getting up, “I will!”

Runa crept carefully down the halls, making it to Donnie’s room; soft moans and breathy groans were emanating from his room, bouncing off the walls and into her ears.

Runa blushed at the naughty thought that entered her head, shaking away the idea, she approached the door.

He’s probably working out, she thought, her face still red with embarrassment. She knocked on the door lightly, opening it slightly to peak in.

“Donnie?” She asked, opening the door slowly, only giving Donnie enough time to attempt to cover himself, underwear still on snout and a bewildered look on his face.

“What are you-...Oh, oh my...” was the only shocked expression Runa could muster out, gazing at his redden face, his exposed and twitching member, and her underwear and his snout!

“It-It’s not what it looks like!” He said quickly, trying to push his peaking dick back down, only to make it jump back up.

Runa could only stare at it, his thighs, covered in sweat and pre-cum. Her eyes made their way back up to his face.

“Then, what is it?” She asked, her personality snapping back into action.

Donnie was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? “Oh, yeah, I’ve actually been getting off to your underwear for the past few months”?

“I-.. Uh-...” He looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to say anything.

“Are those mine?” She hissed, surprisingly no disgust in her voice.

“Uh...” Donnie couldn’t lie, “Y-Yes...”

“And where you... eating them?”

“No, I was, uh, sucking on them...” That answer wasn’t any better.

“Give them back, I-I don’t want to give you access to these anymore.” Runa held out her hand expectantly, looking away. She stole glaces at Donnie as he slowly pulled himself away from the edge of his bed, taking the underwear out of his mouth and placed it in her hand.

The swift movement made only more awkward as their hands touch, making Donnie wince and Runa’s face heat more.

Donnie didn’t know if he should sit back down and continue or just stand there until she left.

“Runa...” Donnie started, holding his arm and looking down shamefully, “I-I don’t know what came over me. I just-... I didn’t mean to go that far.”

“What? Is that how you apologize for using my underwear as a cum rag?” Runa fumed, keeping it quite.

“Yes?” Donnie smiled nervously, “And I wasn’t using it as a cum rag, that’s disgraceful to someone so beautiful.”

The words struck her, a pang in her heart, the thought to do something impulsive. It all came too fast. Beautiful? Was he joking?

After a moment of processing, and reflecting, she finally opened her mouth.

“Are you serious?” She asked, genuinely intrigued now, “You think I’m beautiful?”

“M-More then beautiful,” Donnie hesitated, “I don’t know how to describe you, you’re so amazing.”

Runa blushed, out of all the times he choose to flirt...

Then, Runa got an idea. 

She stuffed the wet underwear into her back pocket and slowly started to descend to her knees, resting on them in front of Donnie.

“What are you doing?” He said quickly, following her with his eyes.

“Giving you want you want,” She purred, “May I?”

Donnie’s eyes widened before vigorously nodding, “Mhmm! Go ahead!”

“Don’t act so excited for me.” She smirked.

Donnie’s slightly annoyed expression came back to his features, “Just suck it.”

Runa hummed as she slid her hands to Donnie’s thighs, placing them firmly on his sides and squeezing, making his dick throb.

Runa licked the top of her mouth, trying to get the most saliva on her tongue as she could. She opened her mouth wide, letting Donnie see all the goodness he was about to feel. 

She slowly slide her mouth over the thick member, feeling every bit of it with her tongue. It was smooth and hot, being more thick on the tip then the base. The deep purple melded perfectly with the pastel pink of her tongue, making Donnie groan slightly.

Donnie looked at her at with the most fucked-up face she’d ever seen, he looked totally wasted. He was panting, beads of sweat forming on his face. Runa was getting him riled up, and she knew it. Runa started to moan, making Donnie wince and heave. 

Then, without warning, Donnie grabbed the back of Runa’s head and shoved it forward, making her gag. After she adjusted, he started continue to shove her face into his dick, making muffled moans. The slopping of the two organs together sounded like music to Donnie’s ears.

After a few minutes of face-fucking, he felt close, “Mmm, just a few more.. A-And I’ll be good, baby.” He panted.

Runa looked up, face full of saliva and pre-cum, “Mmm,” she said, Donnie’s hard cock still in her mouth. Suddenly, she took him all back in, sucking hard then dragging her teeth along the length of his cock.

Donnie didn’t even care about volume anymore; he moaned out loudly as he came, letting it get caught in her mouth as she swallowed some, letting the rest paint her face in a wondrous white.

Donnie bent down, grabbing the side of her mouth and spreading it open to see his seed sitting in her mouth. He moved his thumb from her mouth to her check, giving her a heated kiss, pulling away and leaving a string of cum and spit.

Runa laughed, her eyelids felt heavy and she felt tipsy, but still fully sober. She didn’t know how to describe it, but it was so intoxicating.

“Hmm,” Donnie hummed, sitting on the side of his bed, “I still seem to be aroused, despite cumming, heh, quite a lot.”

“Mmm, maybe you need more then just oral,” Runa smiled lazily, picking herself up and started to strip of her sweat pants. Donnie stared as she removed the pants. He could feel himself starting to get hard again.

As soon as she started to waddle over, Donnie felt his heart explode. He couldn’t take it, this was it, he finally getting what he wanted. Once she started to get comfortable sitting on his lap, and started rubbing his thighs, he stopped her.

“Runa,” He breathed, “Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, dear. I don’t want to hurt you. Soft shell turtles are naturally... more aggressive.”

Runa licked her lips, “Good, this’ll be more fun.”

Runa positioned herself on Donnie’s lap, grinding on his exposed dick with her covered pussy, making Donnie’s face go to that of uncomfortable. He grabbed Runa by the hips and flipped her over, now standing between her open legs.

Donnie looked at helpless she’d become. He chuckled deviously, “I’m gonna make you regret asking me to be rough.”

Runa saw the animistic lust in his eyes, knowing there’s no humanity left. Her face burst into flames, her tail flicking back and forth. She bit her lips as Donnie put a hand on her back and guided her up softly, making her sit on the edge of the bed. 

Donnie went and grabbed his battle shell, smirking, he looked back at her in her underwear and shirt. He pulled out what seemed to be a video recorder, and some kind of rope?

Runa’s stomach got heavy butterflies.

He set up the camera and stood behind it, pointing it at Runa.

“Okay, strip.” He commanded, licking his teeth behind the camera.

“Wha-?” Runa blushed, you could probably see all her freckles inder the thin layer or fur on her face.

“You heard me,” He huffed, slightly upset at the repetitive command, “Strip.”

She started to slowly take of her shirt, making sure get his attention with a sway of her hips. After the shirt was off, she reached for her bra, giggling her breasts. She moaned his name slightly, trying to keep herself quite in case he didn’t want her to say anything.

“Say it again.” He demanded.

Runa started to play with her breasts now, moaning his name with every touch. Donnie looked down at his dick, now wet with pre-cum again. He huffed and commanded her to get on all fours.

“Now take them off.”

Runa slowly slid down her panties, purple and laced, teasing. After they were off, she waved her hips back and forth, moaning. Donnie stopped the camera and grabbed the rope. It was a soft velvet, so it wouldn’t hurt her.

Donnie helped Runa back up, taking the time to admire her dripping pussy. He flipped her over onto some pillows, making sure she was comfortable before tying her up with the velvet rope.

Runa laughed a bit, “Damn, you really know what you want, darling.”

“Yeah, I want you begging for my cock.” He said smugly, stroking his member, getting the pre-cum under his tip and around the largest areas, making it slick. Runa squirmed at the sight, making her eyes well up with tears as she pleaded with Donnie.

“Please, Don,” She begged, “If you’re going to fuck me, ju-just do it already! I can’t watch you, please, I need you inside me, ah~!”

“Hush now, dear.” He quieted her with a small handkerchief, embroidered with his initials, “You have to watch first, make sure you can take all of me.”

“Donnie, ugh!” Runa struggled against the velvet, “I’m a rabbit! I’m built to be bread!” She cried.

Donnie chuckled, stroking his dick again, “If you say so, but if I rip your uterus in half, just say I warned you.”

“Ah~! Don’t say things like that!” Runa’s face got more red, he cupped it, now leaning over her and positioning himself near her entrance. He leaned down and kiss her, whispering a sweet “Are you ready, love?”

Runa nodded her head as he started to enter his tip into her, making her moan and wiggle.

“Stay still, and it won’t be so painful,” He warned.

Runa sat still and let him enter her more, almost immediately adjusting to his huge cock, that was almost double the original size. She moaned as he started to go all the way in, her pussy sucking him in, encouraging him to go deeper.

The words echoed in Donnie’s head, “built to be bread?” Tch, we’ll see.

Donnie got comfortable once more at started at a slow pace making her moan with every slap of skin. The way her thighs and tits bounced with every strong thrust made him groan. He watched her arms struggle to try and get free of the velvet, groping at the rope, trying to grab and scratch at something.

Donnie grabbed he thighs, pulling out to kiss and bite them, talking into them. “Mmm, who’s my beautiful princess?”

“I-I am, Donnie.” She huffed out, her face scrunching up and her eyes closed.

“Good girl,” He stopped kissing her legs and pondered the name, “Hmm, plane old Donnie doesn’t sound good enough. Call me ‘Daddy’, m’kay, love?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” Runa stuttered out.

“Good.” Donnie lined himself back up with her hole, taking it slow once again.

“Da-Daddy, please, rail me.” Runa begged.

“If you insist, princess.” Donnie started to go faster, the skin slapping together made the sounds of the moaning die down.

Donnie started going even faster, making Runa moan, almost scream, before Donnie put the handkerchief back in her mouth to muffle the noise as he continued to rail her. He gripped his sheets, instinctively biting Runa’s neck, pinning her down.

Donnie just let his instincts run wild in that moment, scratching at the sheets, biting and humping the life out of Runa. After the felt himself getting close, he finally released his teeth from Runa’s soft skin and pulled out, seeing Runa had already came at least 4 times.

Donnie smirked as he saw her cream pour out of her, he took out the handkerchief and looked at her lovingly. 

“Where do you want it, Love?” He asked, stroking her cheek.

Runa groaned, “I-In me, Daddy! Please, cum in me, ah~!”

Donnie looked away, nervously. He wanted so bad to just cum inside her and clam her as his own. Watch his seed flow out of her with a beautiful white stream.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to be responsible for getting her pregnant. He wasn’t ready to be a father.

“Darling,” He said calmly, “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Runa answered, still clearly drunk on love, “Just, put your dick in me already! Fill me up with your seed, mm~.”

“If you insist, Princess.” Donnie started to rail her again, making sure to hit her spot, making her wiggle.

After she screamed as he came inside her, he pulled out, now fully able to relax. He untied Runa as she rubbed her writs and panted. He watched his juices flow out of her, he felt like he had done a good job. A sense of affection and pride welled in him.

Donnie gazed at her, pulling her by her waist into him, kissing her forehead. He hugged her close to him and laid down, with Runa laying on his chest. Donnie started stroking her hair and rubbing her ears, humming a soft song.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Donnie asked.

“More then enjoyed, God, you’re so good.” Runa said happily, making a kiss noise at the tip of his nose.

“Thank you, baby.” Donnie smiled, catching his breath, “Does thins mean we’re dating now?”

“No, I think we’re married now.” Runa said.

Donnie laughed, oh, she was serious. “Well, I couldn’t imagine anyone else to be my wife.”

“Really?” Runa looked at him with earnest, “You really mean it?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Donnie smiled, “You’re the cutest badass this planet has ever seen.”

“Mmm, you make me so happy, Donnie.” Runa yawned.

“I’m glad, darling.”

---BONUS---

“Hey, Leo,” April nudged Leo, making him look over at her with a disgusted look for interrupting his hyper-fixation.

“What?” Leo snarled.

“Did you ever find out what that noise was?” April asked.

Leo’s face went red, “Well, lets just say Donnie was doing some stuff. And that stuff is Runa,” Leo snarked.

The rest of the family looked at each other uncomfortably.

“Turn up the volume, Mike,” Raph said, looking visibly uncomfortable.

They didn’t bother getting Runa or Donnie for breakfast the next morning.

[rainbowtransform]

Okay so I can't watch RTMNT on mobile with parental controls apparently, so!!! I'm wondering!!! Do you have Tumblr/DeviantArt fanfics and or comics that take the cake. (This is such a niche sorta content rec ask but if I know someone's got me it's you-)

I mean you can throw AO3 stuff too, but I'd have to get my switch for it later ^-^

Hehehehehe

Post-Apocalypse Healing

Mikey & Leo, Turtle Tots

Piebald(?) (I think that’s how you spell it)

Favorite comic moments There are actual comics to this show but I don’t know where to find them tbh

Crossover with 2003, 2012, and Bay Movies

Now, onto the fanfics where I have decimated most of them, and hunger for more.

Hanging by a Turtle: “It happens almost too quickly. One moment Don has both feet on the ground, fighting some new wacko mutant trying to blow up the city, and the next? Wacko mutant does something Don can’t really process, and the ground is giving out beneath them.

Wacko mutant gets away. Donnie and his brothers? Yeah, they don’t.”

We’ve cleaned our wounds but the pain doesn’t fade that soon: “A post-movie look at how the Hamato family deals with the what happened after they've had a chance to recover.”

Operation: rest day: “Mikey gets an art block. Leo steps in.”

(SEE ALSO: Raph & Donnie (the same author wrote both and I’m recommending them.))

Baby Blues: “It seems like no matter how hard the boys try, trouble always finds them.

Apparently, going to a yokai festival is no exception. Sure, they probably should have seen this coming; if trouble always finds them, then going to the Hidden City is just wearing a giant neon sign plastered to their backs saying "Hey! Right here!" But they had tried so hard this time not to screw this up. They even listened to Splinter's orders about sticking together

Well, for the most part. But everyone was fine in the end. Leo's fine!

Except for the fact that he's five years old.”

(This is supposed to be a multi-chaptered fic, and I’ve got it on good record that it’ll come back with a chapter two soon, but it’s a really good oneshot too.)

Turtles, meet Turtles: “First it was Sacks, then it was Krang, and now it’s... themselves? Or at least, the mutants they find certainly look like them!”

(Bay Movies/Rottmnt crossover)

On Understanding Caring Hearts: “Leo was injured, badly, during a mission gone wrong. One moment he was on lookout duty with Donatello, the next he was on the ground, trying to make sense of everything as the world moved around him.

Fortunately, his brothers are there to help him through, at least, Leo thinks they are.”

Like Father Like Son: “Draxum wasn't quite ready to give up on his plan to use the turtles as his ultimate weapons just yet. When Leo is taken by Draxum, it's up to the other three turtles to get their brother back before it's too late.

Post episode The Evil League of Mutants.”

(Mind the tags on this, love)

save your tears (for another day): ““Oh my god?” Leo asks, staring at the weird, other fucking mutant turtles in the room, accompanied by two of the strangest humans Raph thinks he’s ever seen. “Are you guys - are you guys us?”

-

orrrr a crossover btwn 2012 and 2018 :)

(now with a sequel 😌😌)”

Panic Buttons: “It feels like he’s dying. His air is being ripped from him and his eyes are drooping and he’s dying he’s dying.”

A Singular, Bloody Mattress: “Dammit, he needs to think! Raph isn't the greatest at coming up with plans; he's always been more of a "smash first, talk later" kind of a guy.

And look where that got them. Raph's baby brother is bleeding out to death, they're being pursued by the stupid flame-heads with deadly (well, deadlier) paper ninjas with nowhere to go, and they're stuck in a mattress store of all places.

Leo would have known what to do. Hell, he'd have gotten them home by now with one of his portals, where they'd be enjoying the rest of their evening with pizza and a movie.

But they're not home. They're stuck with no where to run to, and Raph can't think.”

This is all I’ll give you for now :D. Read ‘em, and then let me know when youre done so I can give you more later on. And if I find any way to get the comics free, I’ll def let you know too!!

#jester <3

[remmushound]

@brightlotusmoon Part 2 of the Bay/Rise crossover!!

The memory just kept replaying in Donatello’s mind. He tried dismissing it, but it would return and dominate his mind like a storm over the city. Running. Running, and April was in the lead— Splinter was pulling her along. Michelangelo in his shell. He did that when he got scared, it couldn’t help it. It was biological. Leonardo was there with him…

Donatello’s legs ached. His back ached, and his arms, and his stomach. Everything burned from the strain. He kept going.

Everyone was running. Everyone was ahead of him— he couldn’t keep up. He was falling behind and he was—falling! Tripping. Splinter looked back and cried out to his son, and then Leonardo looked back. But Leonardo couldn’t leave Michelangelo…

Donatello noticed the camera in his exhausted stupor. He disabled it just as quickly. His spider arms couldn’t take much more of this. He needed a break. He felt warm dripping down his arms. He kept going.

There was a weight on his back. A comforting weight that covered him like a mutant shield, hugging him from behind and securing a wall between him and the Shredder. Raphael…

Donatello felt one of his metal arms give way. It echoed painfully and the additional weight made him stop. He could feel those eyes staring at him...

Donatello told him to get off, but Raphael held those seconds steadfast. Raphael held him.

Now he held Raphael. Donatello forced himself to backtrack in his desperation for rest.

The shredder was upon them. Claws of titanium slicing through hard keratin like it was butter. The scream. The blood. The portal…

A sword made him stop a moment. A katana, pointed at him. A clear threat. He tried to call out, but found the words stopped at his throat. He tried to step out into the light…

The rift was unstable. Something was pulling them away from their desired destination. Donatello clinging to Raphael. Leonardo clinging to Michelangelo. Splinter clinging to April. Everyone trying to reach out for the others…

Instead, the light came to him in a blinding flash that made him unsteady on his feet.

Then falling. Freefalling through the sky. The hovers on his battle shell the only thing keeping him and Raphael from hitting the ground too hard.

Donatello had to say something, and he tried to make it something distinguished and peaceful. A plea for salvation. All his mind could think to say was,

“Help…”

*****

At first nobody moved. The shock was too great and the confusion strong between them. When someone did move it wasn’t at Leo’s command. Donnie moved forward on his own, grabbing one of the spiked monster’s massive arms and trying to yank him up.

“You gonna help me or what?” Donnie snapped, looking back at his brothers for help.

“Donnie, we don’t know what they are!” Leo finally broke the shock to argue.

“I know I’m not willing to let this one bleed out, so stop standing there trying to catch flies and help me!”

“Raph.” Leo shook his head and motioned for Raph to help, “Help Donnie! Mikey with me.”

Raph hurried forward and grabbed the massive mutants other side, heaving him up together and supporting the hundreds of pounds of muscle between them.

“Shit!” Donnie eyed the damage to the turtle’s carapace, “Looks like he went ten rounds with a semi!”

“He looks kinda like Raph!” Mikey said, voicing the thoughts that filled his brothers minds.

Leo, Raph, and Donnie all exchanged looks. Leo heaved the smaller turtle onto his back, still muscular and a decent weight despite the smaller size, and Mikey was there to help him.

“Let’s get these guys home and have Don patch em up.” He held up a hand when Donnie tried to speak, “We’ll talk later. Let’s go.”

*****

No one said a word on the way back. Mikey tried a few times but when no one, not even Raph, reacted to his attempts at a joke, he eventually went quiet. They hustled at Donnie’s impatient prompting, and the whole way the box turtle was muttering equations and percentages under his breath that none of his brothers could quite make out. When they came through the tunnels, Splinter was there to greet them. His watery eyes went wide and ears back when he smelled the metal of blood clinging to his sons.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“It’s not our blood, sensei.” Leo answered.

Splinter’s eyes searched up and found the sight of the wounded young mutants supported by his sons.

“Oh my…”

“They’re really hurt, dad.” Leo shook his head.

“Here, here— lay them on their stomachs. Be careful!” Donnie guided his brothers to lay the wounded on a table after swiping everything off of it.

“I’m sorry dad, I—“ Leo tried to say.

“Don’t apologize, go!” Splinter urged, and Leo obeyed.

“They gonna be okay, Don?” Leo said as he laid the soft-skinned mutant on the table alongside the giant.

Donnie pulled his goggles down to get a better read on their vitals. “Leo, I need you to go get my mutant aid kit from my lab— the green one with a turtle on it, not the cross.”

“Okay, Don.”

“What can we do?” Raph offered.

“You can give me space.” Donnie growled, “Nothing you can do here, just try to stay quiet so I can focus…”

Donnie pulled himself onto the table, turning his attention to the struggling snapper— for that’s what he recognized the species as almost as once. He lifted the massive head in both hands, taking a quick look at the nostrils in search for blood. Then he came to the mouth and heistated.

“Actually, Raph.” Donnie called back to Raph before the turtle could get far, “Could you give me a hand here? Just— just open his mouth so I can make sure he’s not aspirating?”

“Sure.” Raph hurried over and pried the massive jaws open without a care as to losing a finger or two should the mutant wake.

“Mm. No blood.” Donnie sighed, “Help me take his gear off.”

Raph obliged Donnie’s command and helped him to remove the armor, tossing in a pile to the side. Leo hurried back with the kit Donnie needed and Donnie was quick to take it. Donnie took a flashlight from his belt and shined it into the massive blue eyes of the wounded beast, giving a grin of confidence as the eyes contracted and reacted to the light.

Donnie pulled on his rubber gloves before he started to examine the obvious source of damage.

“What could’ve caused this?” Leo asked, peeking over the bloody carapace.

Donnie hummed and hovered a finger across the cracks. “The cracks don’t follow the suture borders like any normal crack would. This wasn’t an accident, this was very deliberate. Something… some type of three-bladed weapon. Whatever it was, it got him good.”

Donnie opened the turtle care kit and pulled out a drill.

“Can it be fixed?” Leo asked.

Donnie was hesitant to give any answer other than, “We’ll see.”

*****

While he worked, Donnie made sure to keep a close eye on both the snapper and the smaller companion. A softshell, he suspected due to the face shape. His vitals were stable enough and if they did start to drop than Donnie would know. Fixing the shell without the bone sutures to guide him proved difficult, but not impossible. It just involved drilling a lot more screws in than he usually would, and a much slower, tedious process. Drilling the holes parallel to each other and connecting them with tightened wire to pull the cracks together. The more he worked, the more he realized why the slashes were as awkward as they were. Whatever had attacked him had attacked not only the shield of his carapace, but taken off a few of the many spikes that covered his shell. Two of the dorsal ridges had been taken off at their middle, and a third was slashed off completely. Several more were chipped and slashed at the top, but not enough to warrant repair— not deep enough to bleed. After near two hours of intense focus, Donnie finally backed off the snapper and started to remove his bloody gloves.

“How is he?” Leo was on Donnie in an instant, “Is he okay?”

“He’s… stable.” Donnie said, discarding his gloves safely in the bio hazard bin.

“So are we gonna talk about what the fuck is happening here?” Raph appeared just as sudden and quick as Leo.

“He was hurt.” Donnie said calmly, going to his sink and washing up to his forearms before placing fresh gloves. “Something attacked him.”

“Yeah, we understand that, but… why does he look like Raph?”

Donnie didn't have an answer to give, even if he wanted to.

“Mikey, leave him alone.” Donnie pushed past his brothers, holding his gloved hands out in front of him and avoiding contact with everything that might contaminate the rubber. Mikey had taken the opening of Donnie’s absence to jump on the table and start to poke at the subject that Donnie now turned his attention to. Donnie ushered Mikey off of the table and away from his patients. “If you wanna help, see if you can figure out how to take that shell peice off of him.”

Donnie started to give the other mutant the same mouth and nose exam he had given to the snapper. Mikey obliged Donnie’s request, if only to give him more time to be in contact with the new mutant. Mikey picked up the mutants hand and dropped it, laughing as it dropped hard.

“Dude! This guys out cold!” Mikey stood over the mutant and leaned down to stick his face in the softshell’s.

“Out of the way, Mikey.” Donnie huffed and nudged Mikey away with his shoulder.

“What? Come on dude, I’m helping— I’m helping! Hey, what’s this button do?”

“Mikey, do not—“

Mikey pressed the botton on the mutants belt, and the belt snapped undone.

“Oh.” Donnie blinked, “Guess that could’ve been worse. Might’ve helped, actually.”

“See? Told ya I was helpful!” Mikey picked the armor off of the mutants carapace and tossed it haphazardly to the side. “Yoooo! He looks like a burnt pancake!”

“Mikey!” Leo scolded, “That’s not nice!”

“Why’s his back like that?” Mikey gawked.

“Yeah. It’s more like a moldy tortilla than a shell.” Raph commented.

“Cut it out, both of you!” Leo snarled.

“Why’s he look like that?” Mikey laughed and poked the shell, “ewww! It’s all squishy! And flexible!” Mikey bended the bridge of the shell and made the unconscious mutant groan and wince.

“Stop That!” Donnie nudged Mikey away. “He’s a softshell.”

“A what?”

“A softshell. Judging by these ridges, I’d guess Apalone Spinerifa—“

“In non-geek speak, please.”

“Spiny softshell.” Donnie sighed, “Anyway, his vitals seem stable, and there’s no obvious signs of damage. I’m guessing he just exhausted himself trying to carry that snapper for god knows how long— hell, I was breaking a sweat just carrying him home, and that was with Raphael’s help!”

“But he’s gonna be okay?”

“Mm.” Donnie hummed and started to examine the fleshy parts of the mutant. “He has some minor scratching and abrasions— nothing a little rest TLC can’t fix. They’re both cold, though— I’ll need to hook up a heat lamp to try and keep their body heat from dipping too low.”

“When will they wake?” Splinter asked suddenly, the brothers parting as he approached to let him get a better view of the young mutants.

“Hard to tell— the softshell will probably be up before the snapper, so anywhere from a few hours to a day I’d say.”

“And their ages?” Splinter traced a careful paw between the two wounded creatures, his eyes soft with worry.

“Um. Can’t really get specifics, but still in their teens— no older than sixteen I’d say.”

“Just boys… younger than you four.” He took the softshell’s head in his hands to look at his features more closely.

“What should we do, father?” Leo asked, appealing to the old rat.

“Mm. Make them comfortable. They are our guests.”

“But—“ Leo went to argue.

Splinter held up a paw. “They asked for our help, and we will give it to them. For now, all we can do is wait for one or both of them to wake up…”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #rise raphael #rise donnie #bayverse turtles

[romantinkerbell1709]

If it's not too much to ask, can you please write a crossover between tmnt 2012 and rottmnt?

Sorry it took a while, but here it is finally. I hope you all enjoy.

Request               -              Cross Over          -              Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 x Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesNo Warnings.

They’d never seen anywhere quiet socolourful…or so neon. It was rather bright and fit inducing, despite being inthe shadows.At least it was to them. After all, they’d lived in dimly lit sewers they’rewhole life so far.

As to how they’d ended up in thispredicament, well, it had to do with a Kraang Portable Portal and Mikey beingMikey.

The fifteen-year-old mutant turtles had found refuge in the only place theyknew might shelter them, the sewers, but now it just made them home sick.They did occasionally leave the confinements of their temporary hideout, to getfood and what not, but they’d not run into anything that looked even remotelylike them or someone they knew, and so could only assume that this was not a mutantturtle friendly world.

Through all of Michelangelo’s complaining,Raphael’s mumbling about Mona and his missing April, the young Donatello hadfinally been able to piece together the once broken KPP…but he couldn’t helpthe brain itching nag tickling his skull, telling him something was stillwrong.He could only pray that he hadn’t missed something.

“Alright, I think I’ve finally got it” hestated with a smile, putting down the…borrowed…screwdriver.He flipped away holding the device away up high as the orange clad turtle madea grab for it.

“No way Mikey! I’m not letting you touchthis thing again until we finally get home!”

Mikey whined sadly but was silenced by thepalm of Raph’s three fingered hand connecting with the back of his head loudly.

“Well, fire up that portal and get us homeDon” the leader, Leonardo, stated happily with a smile.The purple wearing turtle mirrored his brothers smile, showing off the gapbetween his teeth, all too happy with himself.But that quickly diminished when he tried to activate it.

The four watched sadly as the devicesparked, sputtered and a thin tendril of grey smoke rose into the air.

“Nice goin’ Don” Raph grumbled angrily, watchingthe smoke disappear above their heads. Donnie could only deadpan in response.

It seemed their only hope now was to goabove ground again and find more of the necessary materials…if any.

“We’ll all go” the blue clad leader stated“We need more food, and maybe the fresh air will help fire up those grey-cellsof yours Don”

Donnie grunted, mainly with annoyance, butdecided not to argue with his brother…he might be right, and the intelligent onecouldn’t have that…

The night air was cool in their lungs, anindicator of the approaching winter change.Above them, the sky was dark save for a few bright stars, making blending intothe shadows all the easier.Below them, the sprawl of late-night suburbia hummed with the occasional carand drunken partiers on their way home.

The turtles kept an eye out for any passingfood delivery vehicles that may have been easy to take something from. In theircurrent predicament, it was simpler to take food scraps from either the garbageor hunt for worms and things in the sewers…neither of which was very appealing,but they made do…as long as Mikey wasn’t cooking.

Their aim tonight was the local dump, onthe search for scrap parts that may aid in either their temporary livingfacilities or Donnie’s quest to fix the KPP.But upon passing through a construction site, the floor unexpectedly gave waybeneath their feet.

Mikey had just enough time to use hisKusarigama to halt their plummeting descent towards earth by catching Raph bythe wrist, who in turn caught Leo who then caught Donnie by the ankle.From his upside-down perspective, the purple bandanna wearing turtle noticedsomething interesting.

“Uh, guys, you may wanna see this”

In a tight bunched group underneath, notfive meters from where he was hanging, were small creatures which he vaguelyrecognized as insects.

They were silver-grey in colour, maybe shy of a meter, six limbs in total andantenna – solidifying their arthropod status – and were intently observing whatappeared to be a battle…like it was a tennis match.

Whilst doing so, they passed back and forth between them pieces of theconstruction site that they obviously deemed edible, like it were popcorn.

And that was why Donnie’s blood was nowquickly rushing to his head.

Though, the sizable insects hadn’t been whatDonnie was referring to. He’d been referring to that ongoing battle, and thethree mutant turtles that were obviously the Leonardo, Donatello and Raphael ofthis world.He briefly wondered where their Mikey was…until he felt a jerk.

Looking up with his brothers, he saw that thechosen saving limb of metal was buckling under their combined weight.

“Not a very sturdy frame” Mikey quippedobviously, the dread of shocking anticipation for the fall hinted in his tone.

“Donnie! How far up are we?!” Leo yelled asthe chain jerked again and began to slip.

Said turtle did some quick calculations.“Exactly? I’d say we’re 49.215 feet from the ground!”

“And how high it that?!” Mikey questioned,squealing as his Kusarigama slipped again.

“Approximately fifteen meters!”

“Well, we’ve fallen from worse” Raph statedfactually.

“Well, I would prefer not to fall at all,especially since I’ll land on my head!” Donnie screamed back angrily.

The chain finally gave way, and theyhovered momentarily before gravity decided to come back into play. It would’vebeen comedic if they hadn’t been plummeting downwards.The boys screamed in harmony, before maneuvering to land on their feet withease.

“Someone remind me why we were so worried?”Raph stated before screaming like a child as he saw the silver-grey creaturesscuttling towards them like cockroaches, having heard their screams from above.

The red bandanna wearing turtle ran for theclosest high ledge to climb while his brothers kicked into ninja gear…butquickly realized they were doing something wrong as the creatures began tomultiply with every crucial blow the turtles landed.

As one of the creatures jumped at Raph, ahigh pitched, evil sounding cackle whizzed by his ear, wreathed in a hot orangeblaze. The creature didn’t split, instead it was knocked back into the fray.Looking above in the direction the laughing flame ball came from, Raph was andwas not surprised to see a bright green, mutated turtle…wearing an orangebandanna.

“And yet another thing Mikey will never letme live down” he grumbled

“You okay?” the other Mikey asked.

Raph was still a little strung up about thecreatures that were currently trying to devour his family, and so could onlyreply with a fearful “Those things tried to eat me!”

“Yeah, those Silverfish will do that” theother Mikey returned casually, looking on. “Oh, no, wait, they won’t eat you, but they do bite. Theyactually prefer underwear”

Raph pulled a face and blinked, as Leoscreamed for his help. Other Mikey pointed out to him that he should probablyhelp.

The red wearing turtle ‘err’d in thought,not wanting to get involved, only ceasing when he heard a shout of “Booyakasha!” and three silver fishsplattered against the steel frame work the other Mikey was perched on.

“Hey! I’m standing here!” he shouted at hisother form. To which of course Raph’s Mikey, being Mikey, answered with a quick“Sorry dude!” and then realized whoit was he was actually talking to.

“Woah!” Mikey ducked as a Silverfish wasbatted in his direction by Donnie “That’s me! Well, this me anyway”

“Fantastic to know Mikey. Now can we focuson the situation at hand, please?” Donnie berated as he knocked out a couple ofthe silver insectsThe leader in blue yelled as one jumped on his head and Donnie was made to playT-Ball.

The insect traveled into the other battle,which was still raging on, and landed in the face of the other Leo who yelledand fell over his own feet.Donnie apologized loudly and looked over to his brother, who was scowling hisway. Donnie apologized again and laughed nervously until they were having toinvolve themselves with the remaining Silverfish.

The original fight with their other selves,fell into silence as the others observed the smaller versions of themselvesfighting off the Silverfish…well, everyone aside from Leo who was currently inthe process of trying to pull a shocked and terrified Silverfish from his face.

The pair from the Foot Clan blinked backand forth between those that were standing in front of them and the others thatwere engaged in battle beside them…and decided to book it. No vendetta wasworth having to deal with eight of the annoying mutant turtles.

Raph and Donnie blinked and watched thepair as they disappeared down a dark backstreet.

“D’you think we should we go after them?” Raph questioned.

Donnie shook his head “I don’t doubt they’veteleported away by now”

Raph shrugged “I was getting tired anyways”

Leo screamed again from the ground next tothem, but neither of them made any move to help him.

I realise it’s short...ish, and maybe somewhat confusing and cliffhanger-ish towards the end, but it’s all a bit of fun and was very fun to write so I hope you all enjoyed reading it anyway.

[bloody-hands-pure-hearts1329]

TMNT Crossover Jurassic Park  Chapter 3 featuring OC Raphaella

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What the fuck it can talk!

Then I see something moving behind us it is weird like it was invisible. "Fuck its masked" I whisper to Leo he nods and we both look at the thing who slowly appears. It is a gigantic white and looking kinda like a gigantic crocodile mixed with a T-Rex. The saurier walks directly to us and attack our glass ball with its claws. It started to rip open the ball making the trees fall to the sides. Leo throws a smoke bomb and we both jump out running in to the jungle hidding in trees. Waiting for the predator to become our pray.

As we sat there waiting for it to come, it attacked my tree making it fall down with me. Groaning I roll myself up and start running, the white t-rex mix close behind me. It is fast but I am faster so its loses me and I get up on a tree to look around before I pulling out my phone to call Donnie.

"Shit is going down Don a big dino is on the lose here and tried to kill Leo and me we got separated get the others we will have dino steak for dinner to night" I tell him smirking before I end the call.

Jumping from tree to tree to follow the big white girl. Not long and I find her fighting with a another dino. Fuck, I think its called Ankylosaurus not sure. That is awesome to watch but I am more interested in the boys inside the glass ball once again this teen and his younger brother. I get down in one of the bushes getting ready to attack her as she kills the dino and notices the boys because of a stupied phone call I know this phones arent life safer but killer, I growl under my breath as the white lady starts  to play nut cracker with the glass ball. Growling I throwing my last gasball in to her face to take away her sight to help the brothers to run away I run right behind them as the big white dino breaks through the trees running fast behind us. We get to a waterfall and both start to discuss about jumping. I push them in and jump after almost getting snatched by the big snout by pulling my head in my shell. It hurts but sometimes safes my life like this time!

We stay under water for some time the older brother is holding the younger down for a while before we quick swim to edge to pull ourselves out.

"Ya are okay kids?" I ask them to make sure all was alright. Both nod and I smirk before I help them up. "Lets get the hell out of here" I tell them as we hear the dino growling father away. While we walk I start talking to them asking their names. Zach the teen and Gray the little boy. "We know who you are, you are Raphaella the rebel queen of the turtles team there are rumors you where once a male and got changed by a accident by your brother Donatello" Gray tells me I chuckle. "Yeah well the accident was my fault actually. I smashed some things in the lab and got some of the stuff on me and puff I am a hot turtle babe" I tell him smirking. "Super hot" I hear the teen one look at him and he quick looks away.

After walking for a while we reach something weird some kinda hidden building masked between high trees with really high walls and some military guards standing before it. "What the fuck are they doing here?" asks the Teen as we go down behind bushes. "Whatever it is the public is not allowed to know that" I whisper back to them and growl as we hear the growl of the big lady coming closer. "Fuck, we have no choice we need to get in there and find a car or something" I explain the kids while pulling them with me out of the bushes.

"Who is there?" the military guys put their weapons up I hold my hands up with the kids. "Names Raphaella I am one of the turtles ya have a big problem here" I tell the man who kept holding us at distance with his mashine gun. "I have no idea what you talking..." "We have a code 19!" a man came running through the door of the building. I sniff the air and grab the kids run for the door right at this the saurier lady breaks through the trees and attacks the shooting soldiers I had no time to help them I need to get the kids safe back to their aunt. I run with them past the soldiers through the building but suddenly the teen stops and shows me a big enclosure with high walls and a glass roof.

"What the fuck?" I stare at it then the dino breaks in and I had to break down the door running with the kids to the wall letting them climb while I run away from the lady trying to lead her away from the kids. But that bitch hits me with its tail and throws me up in the air directly through the glass roof. Groaning I pull my self back in my shell to protect myself from the hard landing.  

Sounds seeming far away reach my ears as I came back to myself. "Fuck..." I groan and stand up feeling the crack in my shell and see some blood on the floor where I laid. The screams and shoots where still heard. "Fuck I hope the kids are okay" I shake my head and start walking keeping my eyes and ears open in case something want a piece of me.

"WAAAH!" a scream of the younger one made me run I break through the bushes only to stop staring confused at the dinosaur who stares right back at me.

"What the fuck? Did they got their hands on mutagen or something?!" I whisper while playing a staring contest with the human like looking t-rex.

His skin bluish grey with human like arms and hands with claws, his snout was shorter then by the original T-Rex. He is taller than Donatello lot more muscles then any of my bros only clad with some kinda ripped brown pants his feet where the same as the normal dinosaurs and he had a tail like the orginal too.

"Okay come to me big guy. Yeah you dont want the kids you want me" I decided to make him focus on me while gesturing the kids to get up the tree.

Meanwhile with the others:

Leo find his way back and comes at the right time as Don and Mikey talk with Owen Grady some dino expert and Claire the aunt of the kids. They talk with her about missing her nephews. Leo offers his help with his brothers to safe them beside that he tells them about me missing too so they let them go with them. Fearless orders Donnie and Mikey to stay with April and help the people here if something happens.

"Be careful dudes!" Mikey tells them and hugged his angelcakes tightly to him. "You heard him" she says them while Leo nodded and Donnie smilled. "You promise the same April, Mikey and Don. No worries I bring her safe back" Leonardo promises them. "Okay Leo in case here is a tracker I put on all of our weapons one in case we need help but not able to call someone" our genius explains and activates the tracker for Leo to follow it.

Back to me:

The Dino kept staring at me but slowly made his way over to me. "Thats fine, come to mama" I said while pulling slowly my sai out to fight this thing. "You are female" he shocks me as he starts to talk making me I almost drop my weapons. "What you can speak!" I whisper and back away as he gets closer. It sniffs the air. "You smell and look not like me" he talks again his voice is deep and gives me goosebumbs all over. "Yeah thats because I am turtle and not a dinosaur" I start to talk with the guy he looks confused and puts his head to the side. A growl coming closer stops our small talk. "Fuck white lady is back kids we need to go!" I shout at the tree and start running over helping them down quick and run with them while the dino guy runs with us. "Look like he wants to come with us" The teen tells me I look at the dino who looks back at me. "No eating humans" I tell him and he looks at me growling. "I know that!" "Fine calm down do you have a name Sharp-T?" I ask him while running. "Sharp-T" he answers me.

Damn this sexy voice!

"I like the name" the littly guy smiled and the Dino guy did the same imitating him.

We get to the door and the soldiers stop us. "You will not take our productX12229 with you" one of them said. "He is not longer your problem I told them and attack them defeading them easly making them run to their cars and drive away.

"WAIT! HEY! THIS ARE KIDS! TAKE AT LEAST THEM WITH YOU COWARDS!" I scream at them growling as I was left with the boys, the dino mutant and the beast behind us.

"No time to lose lets just run and hope we find some other secret shit with cars" Zach tells us we and start running again.

After a while we find a abadoned building and get inside. "This must be left from the old park!" Gray says while Zach and I made torches out of a piece of cloth and a bone, walking through the building. Sharp-T kept walking beside me and getting closer. I want to tell him to fuck off,  as he gets behind me and start to lick the blood from my scratch. "Did humans hurt you?" he asks me while licking shiver and get goosebumbs all over my skin. "Stop that!" I growl and push him back making him growl back at me. "It was the beast we run from with her stupid tail and you cant go around and lick other people!" I tell him pissed of and follow the boys through the building to jeeps but they where old and of course didnt worked. "Fuck, when you need Donnie the most he is not here!"

Same Time with Donatello and Co.

"Hatschi!" Don sneezes loud and rubs his nose a shy voice behind him says "Bless you" Quick he turns around to look at the girl he couldnt stop staring at all this time. She stand there looking at him with chocolate brown eyes. Making him feel a prickling feeling in his stomach. "Thank you Miss" he smiled shyly blushing down at her. "I am...Angelly" she introducced her self to him. "D-Donatello!" he almost shouted in her face. "Short Don or Donnie wich ever you prefer to call me hehe" "Donnie are you named after... Donatello the painter of the renaissance" both said at the same time blushing darkly after it.

Mikey and April watching them grinning. "They look cute together only hope this all will go well for Raphie and the kids. Do you think she find them and will protect them?" Mikey asks the beauty in his arms worried. "Dont worry we know Raphie she is stubborn, strong and determinded. She is already with the kids on the way to us" April smiles always knowing what to tell her orange masked lover to calm him down and cheer him back up. "Thanks babe needed to hear that" he kissed her head and nuzzled her cheek.

Inside thought she hoped this dino didnt managed to get to the guests of the park so many innocent lifes who would have been lost. And for sure she would make a report about this! If they surive this so the one in fault pay the price for their actions!

@tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see, @thelostandforgottenangel

#tmnt crossover jurassic world #oc raphaella #special Oc Angelly #leonardo #donatello #mikey x april #zach #gray #owen grady #claire #indominus rex #oc sharp-t #mutagen? #more hidden experiments? #blood #angst #pic google search

[sirenssakura]

“Call Of Turtles.” - TMNT Crossover  - Leorai

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P12

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A new day broke over the city, sunny and full of noise... Meanwhile, inside the lair, three universe of turtles started to wake up from their slumber... *YAWN* The freckled Mikey yawned loudly, holding his orange mask in his hand loosely. Dragging his feet across the floor heading passed the other rooms. Widely spaced out, the rooms were huge and overwhelming the tired turtle... *Bump* “S, sorry bro, I, didn't see you there.” Bumping into the tall olive green turtle, looking up at this new version of his Donnie. “No need to apologize.” He replied with a smile... *YAWN* “Morning, Raph... And, Raph again.” Donny and Mikey greeted the two red masked turtles coming out of the room, soon followed by the taller Raph. “Sup.” He spoke, tying his red mask on, Raph noticed him, seeing the two long mask tails hung quite long... “Time for breakfast.” The tall Leo said as they all made their way down the long stairs. “Where’s the other, Leo? And, that girl?” *Giggles* Cut off by giggles coming from inside the kitchen, they all went in to find Leo, Karai and Splinter at the table. “Well, look who’s finally up.” Leo smiled, Karai looked to the many other turtles stepping inside. “Good morning, my sons.” Splinter greeted them all seeing some by the sink while the three Donatello’s were by the coffeemaker. “Morning father, how did you sleep?” The tall Leo asked, a cup of tea as he sat down beside his father. “Quite peaceful, thank you, Leonardo.�� Splinter answered only to hear Raphael and the other Raph arguing. “HEY!” Raph hissed, his toast got snatched by the tall Raph. “Too Slow Kid!” Moving away from him, Raph growled and stormed out. “Raph Wait!” Leo went after him, leaving Karai with the rest... 

“Hey.” Tall Leo spoke, making her blink at his sudden move. “Uh... H, hi.” Karai quickly answered back, wondering what to say to him... Taking her Leo’s seat, the tall Leo ate his cereal while Donny made coffee for the two other purple banded turtles. Chattering among themselves, the three turtles holding a mug each of coffee. “I, uh... Think I might look for Leo.” Karai got up, the tall Leo wanted her to stay but she had already left... Heading out of the kitchen, Karai saw Leo and Raph on the sofa... “Hey.” Karai sat down on the single chair. “Hey Karai.” Leo replied, seeing her holding a cup of tea, taking a sip, she saw Raph looked angry yet upset. “You okay, Raphael?” Not giving her a reply, he sighed and folded his arms. “I hate his fuckin’ universe!” Karai and Leo gave each other gazes, then looked to him. “Hang on a little longer, Raph. We’ll be home soon.” Leo spoke, trying to calm his brother who wanted to go home. “RAPH QUIT IT!” Mikey yelled out from the kitchen, unable to tell which Mikey it was... “What do you think of it here?” She asked. “Okay I guess. It just feels.” Leo stopped. “Feels different.” Raph finished his brother’s sentence. “Yeah.” Leo let out a soft sigh, the three stayed silent, hearing chatter from inside the kitchen...

Few Hours Later...

*CLANG* *Panting* “W, whoa, you've got moves, Karai.” *Panting* Praising her between panting as they trained against each other. Watching from the side, Leo leaned against the blue sofa, his arms folded keeping a close eye on this new Leo. Taller, more faster and leaner. Leo thought hard, this tall version of himself seemed full of pride yet his standards were high... Leo’s mind started to wonder. “Is Karai falling for him? Is this Leo trying to?” Leo shook his head, washing away his thoughts only to hear his brothers laughing. *GASP* “Not The Pizza!” Becoming into a pizza fight stood three orange masked turtles now running around like animals... On the other side of the lair, Raphael and Raph were training. Watching how the tall Raph used the weights made Raph want to use them too. “Wanna join, kid?” Raph smirked though Raph huffed and folded his arms. “I Ain't A Kid!” He hissed, glowing green eyes met with white eyes. “Heh, ya ain't that bad.” the tall Raph got off his work bench, his big muscles stunned the turtle watching him... “Which should I use?” Raph asked, looking at the rack of small and big weights. “Try these.” Lifting two smaller weights up, handing them to his double... Raph lifted them in each arm a few times, they seemed lighter yet still had weight in them... Drawing his green eyes up and watched the sweaty turtle walking to the red punching bag... *PUNCH, PUNCH... PANTING, WHACK* Panting, his heavy grunts made Raph stare, this new Raph was in full workout mode. His entire body and muscles flexed with each full on punch he made...

*PANTING* Karai flipped out of the way in a quick motion. Taking a moment to catch her breathe, Leo ran straight at her. *GASP* “WAIT!” *SLAM* “UGH!” Slammed back against her with force, Leo flipped her over his shoulder and slammed her to the stone ground. Gasping for air, Karai felt defeated. Shocked by what he had just saw. “HEY EASY! ARE YOU TRYIN’ TO KILL HER?” Leo shouted at the tall Leo, interrupting the whole lair, the two Raph’s heavy workout suddenly got put on hold...

TBC - Chapter 2 - P13                                  

#TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2003 #TMNT 1987 #leorai #tmnt crossover

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Carry On, Wayward Son

I have decided to post my weird-ass TMNT/Supernatural crossover story here, because I am heckin bored and it might be amusing.

(Author's Note: Copied over from "Cold Fire Rising: Oroborous". Because people kept asking me to make this a separate oneshot so fans of 'Supernatural' could find it. If you have no idea what's going on, you may want to read my other stories.) (Summary: The Winchesters go to New York to kill snake demons that are already hunting the Ninja Turtles. Pizza gyoza is eaten a lot. Also, Mikey is a telekinetic telepath.)

Carry On, Wayward Son

As a child, Michelangelo had moved quickly. He was a runner, a sprinter, a leaper, he bounded, he bounced, he spun.

During the small walks around the sewer tunnels during those formidable years, Yoshi, still slightly unaccustomed to being Splinter, would sometimes place his terrapin children in tiny pockets of wall and sing them to sleep while he went to the surface to bring supplies for their little home. He was always quick, and back within twenty minutes, and it was always the youngest who woke first, chirping "Dada!" and holding out freckled arms, baby blue eyes shining and full of love. And as the little group walked back to their home, the youngest would skip ahead and run just a little too fast, and it was always, "Michelangelo, stay close to your brothers, please!" that would bring him back, because Daddy was warm and full of love, and his brothers needed him.

When they were four, and Splinter with confidence and pride, they ventured slightly deeper, and it was Michelangelo who found the hole first. Around it lay scattered two-by-fours, thick and huge pieces of plywood that should have been unmovable, and yet there were nails embedded and there were nails scattered. Warmth spread up and out, dangerous warmth that felt like hisses and calls for blood, calls for spirits. All over the was were oddly-drawn paintings of snakes. Snakes everywhere.

And when Splinter naturally came toward to curious calls of his baby, his fur stood up and he hissed hard enough that even little Raphael stopped grumbling and stood like a statue. And little Michelangelo simply stood there, bouncing, at the very edge of that jagged abyss, and gazed into it with bright, quick eyes. Splinter's heart was pounding so hard he though the very sewers could hear it. And when Michelangelo turned to him, his eyes wide and bright and somewhat glassy, said solemnly, "I bet they can hear us!" Splinter growled and snatched him up, and the other three followed silently as he ran toward the lair, but Michelangelo only laughed softly and patted the side of his face and murmured, "S'okay, Daddy, they're just lonely and hungry!" and that only made Splinter's heart want to crack in terror.

"Ugh, that's another one." Raphael lashed out with the broom as Leonardo kept mumbling "Gentle, gentle," and the tiny snake slithered between the crack. "How and why do they keep coming to the lair? The sewers and subway tunnels are huge, guys!"

"They most likely smell food," Leonardo reasoned. "And warmth."

"Hey, I cannot help it if I love baking," Michelangelo sniffed, carefully guiding another snake away from the lair, "and if Donnie built the world's best stove."

"Right, it's all my fault," Donatello mused in sarcasm.

"Uh, kinda is, dude? You're the one building heat lamps everywhere and-"

"Because despite what a darn veterinarian thinks, we are still turtle enough to need heat and water?"

"Leave his girlfriend's sister outta this, she's just doing her job."

"Raph, she is not my-"

"Besides, if you don't, said vet's wife will beat you up. Also, Mikey, Gaia is so your girlfriend it's not funny. When you start banging, you're definitely boyfriend and girlfriend, end of discussion."

"Don, Rhea never said we weren't turtle enough," Leo said calmly, standing up. "She said we were more hominid than chelonion. You're being offended by your own science."

"Awww, does Raph have a crush on Freya?"

"Shut up, Mikey, I swear…"

"It's cool, they're polyamorous!"

"There's another snake! I should probably just seal these cracks…"

"Hey, April's texting. There's some news report about humans wandering into the sewers and falling down a huge hole and dying?"

"Wait, April texted you? Why didn't she text me? Oh, it's a group text."

"Really, Donnie, give it a rest."

Sighing, Leonardo went to the television and turned it to the news channel. The story was small, one of those "and in other, local news" stories. But it caught his attention. Because the spot the reporter was describing was one he remembered going to as a young child. He leaned closer, tilting his head. Yes, definitely. But Splinter had made them leave, Splinter had seemed frightened and angry. There had been…wood boards? Why?

"Hey, guys, do you have any vague memory of-"

And as he turned, he saw Mikey staring at the screen, mouth open, eyes glazed, shivering. Quickly, Leo turned off the TV and knelt in front of Michelangelo, reaching for his hands. "Mikey, what is it? Are you seeing something?"

His brothers quieted, gathering around. Mikey blinked and shook himself. "Huh? What? What, why are you all looking at me? Did I do the weird psychic thing again?"

"You did a weird psychic thing," Raph muttered. Donatello flicked his arm.

"Did you hear that news report?" Leo clarified.

"Oh! Yeah. You guys don't remember that place? It was awesome. There were, like, murals of snakes on the tunnel walls and everything."

Leo and Don exchanged a look. "I keenly do not recall it being in any way awesome," Don said. "In fact, I remember sensei desperately getting us away from there. He had to pick you up and carry you because you were so close you were ready to fall in. You squirmed the whole way home."

Mikey stared at him and scratched the back of his neck. "Really? Huh. Sooo, nobody remembers the voices?"

They glanced at each other in alarm.

"I think we should go talk to Master Splinter," said Raph gruffly.

Master Splinter didn't want to talk about that day.

"Yes," he said, head bowed, head half closed. "I remember that day vividly. But I do not believe it to be of great importance currently."

They glanced at each other.

"But the news reports are saying that people have gone down there and not come out," Donatello said. "As in, they may have died. Brutally."

Splinter raised his eyebrows, ears perked.

"Also, him," and Raphael pointed at Michelangelo, who was humming and looking at the walls.

"Wha, me? What'd I do now?"

"Your vision, numbskull. Or whatever that was. During the news report?" Raph tapped him on the head. "What was that about?"

Mikey shrugged. "I'unno. I forget. Hey, is anyone else really warm right now?"

"No. Donnie lowered the heat to stop those little snakes from getting in." Leo raised an eyeridge.

"You sure, dudes? Because it's like a sauna. A really over-saunaed sauna."

"Mikey," Don said, with exasperation, "I promise you, the lair is not over-heated. If anything, I made it just a little cooler. We may all want to sleep with heat lamps for a couple of days."

"Ugh." Michelangelo scrunched up his face. "No thanks. I don't want to sleep through a sauna, no matter how turtley I am."

His brothers exchanged glances that said "It's Mikey, what can you do?" and turned away. But Splinter came forward and swiftly pressed his hand against Michelangelo's forehead. "You are warm," he murmured."

"I know, right?" Mikey said. "I mean, I love to bask as much as the next turtle, but this is just silly. Also, you hear that weird hissing noise, right?"

Splinter's hand instinctively jerked and his eyes widened.

"The ones that sound like voices. Come on, nobody can hear that?"

"Michelangelo," Splinter said, very carefully. "Do you remember how to get to that…place we went to when you were children?"

"Sure! Also, hi, psychic."

"Yes. That may be why you alone hear these sounds." Splinter tried to smile kindly.

"Oh! Right. Sorry, it's been a really weird day. I've had weird dreams. Also my head's been hurting and I feel dizzy and I should go splash water on my face."

And when Michelangelo skipped back into the pit of the lair, Splinter struggled to recall if there had been any iron around the hole twelve years ago.

"Yeah," his older brother said, flopped down on the hotel bed, looking deflated, "a trip to New York City sounds awesome. And hey, kicking a little monster ass before we get some takeout? I'm up for that."

"They're saying it's underground," he said. "Like, sewers underground. Abandoned subway tunnels."

"What, and we haven't fought monsters through sludge and crap? Hell, maybe we can find out if those rumors are really true, like…giant alligators or…or mutated turtles that got flushed or whatever."

He sighed, shrugged, and opened a beer, wondering if the Impala's tank had been filled, reminding himself to check his gun's rounds.

The five of them walked silently through the tunnels, although every now and then, Mikey would hum a tune. Splinter led the way, and wouldn't answer questions; his muscles seemed rigid. The tunnels were getting slightly warmer.

"Thataway," Mikey murmured, pointing, and they went right. Nobody commented on Mikey's startling lack of enthusiasm or energy. They assumed he was concentrating. The team dynamic had altered enough during the past year that Michelangelo's calm silences were seen as attempts to focus his telepathic or clairvoyant senses.

Slowly, as the ground sloped, they saw it, the massive hole laid over with wood, some fresh and some old. As Leonardo knelt to examine it, Donatello began walking around its edge. "Makes me wonder why they've been using wood and not metal to seal this thing. It's not as if the hole goes anywhere."

He stepped on an end of one of the wood pieces, and Michelangelo screamed "STOP!" and Don shuddered and nearly lost his balance, staring at his little brother, who just stared back at him.

"Don't walk directly over it, silly," Mikey said, jovially. "You might wake them up."

"Uh oh," Leo muttered under his breath.

Heat was rising like summer steam, and everyone but Michelangelo backed away a little. And then he giggled a few times, swayed, said in a high-pitched voice, "It is really reallyhot in here!" – and collapsed.

As his brother drove across the Brooklyn Bridge, he kept researching and cross-referencing. "Literally the only thing I can find is something about snake demons, who use telekinesis to paint snake drawings around the area so people notice and come look... waiting for people to walk over deep trenches and holes, then snap them up and kill them by drinking all the blood and possibly the spirit, which amplifies the snake creatures' telekinetic and telepathic powers. Like, they can sense the heat and blood of any psychically sensitive person, but they will particularly rise from their lair to find those with strong telekinetic powers to try and kill them before that person kills them. So, hey, maybe I can draw them out a little."

"Mm'kay," his brother said. "How can we kill them?"

"Uhh, hang on…okay, it seems that someone with deeper, stronger powers than the creature would need to stab it through the face or eye with iron, or something containing iron, staining the iron with his own blood…"

"Like that one new dagger we got in the bag?"

"Yup, like that. And then, ummm, all of the related yokai incidents will recede back through the abyss from out they crawled…and then there's nothing else. That's it."

"What the fuck's a yokai?"

"Japanese word for demon or supernatural creature."

"Oh, so now we're getting involved in Godzilla shit? This is interesting. So where's the hole located?"

He briefly smiled before replying. "An abandoned tunnel under Chinatown's best noodle shops."

His brother threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Oh, this is just too good, man!"

He reached for the radio, and turned up The Foo Fighters' "Learn To Fly" and sang at the top of his lungs.

In his ice bath, Mikey had asked for the radio to be placed nearby, and now he and Raph were listening to The Foo Fighter's "Learn To Fly" at a ridiculous volume while Raph playfully splashed his still-sweating little brother.

"You in there, kiddo?" he asked.

Mikey, his head leaning far back and his entire body submerged to the neck, half-opened his eyes. "More ice," he mumbled.

Trying not to frown, Raph dug the scoop into the cooler again. "You're gonna make us run outta ice, buddy."

"Nah. Ice Crm Kitty c'n make more. Shz good like tha'." The slurring was even worse. Raph debated yelling for Don again, but there wasn't much they could do at this point. Mikey was slowly succumbing to hyperthermia, and while he hadn't mentioned cramping in his muscles, the passing out in the tunnel was proof.

"Hey, Raph?"

"Yeah, Mikey?"

"Can I get out 'n stretch? Muscles are all weird 'n crampy."

All right, there was cramping.

"Donnie!" he yelled.

As though he had been waiting nearby, Donatello appeared in the doorway. "Everything okay?"

Raph pointed to Mike, who was squirming to sit up. "Cramps. He's got cramps. And he asked for more ice."

"Shiiit." Donnie crouched and pressed the back of his hand to Mikey's forehead. "He's still burning." Leonardo, behind them, turned off the radio. "I don't get it. Nobody should be passing through the stages of hyperthermia like this. What the hell is in that hole, and is it doing this, and how do we get rid of it?"

"Why're you askin' us, you're the scientist!"

"I'm asking the air, Raph. Okay? I'm asking the goddamn air, because our kid brother might die of heat stroke before the day is out, and we live in the sewer!"

"That's it," and Raph stormed out, across the lair, where Splinter and April and Casey had been staying openly for the past two days. "I'm gonna find that hole, and I'm gonna make whatever is in it come out, and I'm gonna go stab it in the fucking face!"

An unfamiliar, gruff voice called out from beyond the turnstiles, "Then you had better be a damn good real psychic with an iron knife on you, pal, because this is a snake demon!"

Everybody froze.

Sam and Dean hadn't expected much when they had finally reached the boarded-up hole in the sewer tunnel. Impressive paintings of snakes all over the walls. Excessive heat rising from it with absolutely no source, Sam's mention of hissing noises. "Yeah, there's no way I have any power to kill these things," he said. "But I saw them. In my head. There's two of them, coiled up, eating a couple of teenagers."

"Fantastic," Dean murmured. "Maybe we'll find a psychic alligator down here."

Voices floated from the other end, pushing the brothers into shadows. They turned off their flashlights. The party on the other end had flashlights, and what they saw made Dean decide to wonder if he really should step out and ask about the alligators.

Four humanoid turtles and one humanoid rat, the turtles around five-six and the rat close to six feet, gathered around the hole, chatting about it and examining it. They had human voices. Human expressions. Human concerns. Particularly when the smallest turtle, dotted with freckles, yelled out, looked overly concerned, began sweating profusely, and toppled over in a dead faint. The others moved like a blur, calling "Mikey! Mikey!" The Winchester brothers watched in stunned silence as the giant rat lifted up the turtle like a child – it had even said "my son" – and began leading the others way. Shakily, the Winchesters followed, with Dean's hand near his gun holster and Sam hissing in his ear not to shoot on sight.

As the voices faded around a curve, Sam whispered, a little louder, "Dean, that's a family. And I think these yokai are affecting the little one, he might be the youngest. They're brothers. The rat is their dad. I think… I mean, you know how bizarre Manhattan gets. We've seen those news clips. I think…they're mutants."

"Sooo…what if they really are friends with the giant alligators?"

The lair was full of nervous movements, twitches, shuffles, hands grasping here and there.

All eyes were trained on the entrance to the lair, beyond the turnstiles. From the bathroom, Michelangelo began to yell, "Okay, getting out now! Gotta get the snakes killed dead! They want power for blood, you know…" And somehow his fever-soaked body had gained bizarre strength, and Raphael and Donatello barely managed to restrain him while Leonardo, katanas in hand, crept toward the turnstiles. Mikey had half-dragged his brothers all the way out into the center of the lair, soaking wet. April and Casey had backed up to the couch, silent. Splinter was directly behind Leonardo, hands behind his back.

Footsteps approached a little closer. Human shadows threw against the floor and walls.

Raphael let out a low, long growl.

That gruff voice said, "I've got a gun, you know!"

Another voice, smoother and higher, said "Dean, put the gun away, I'm serious!"

"Sam, do you see how serious I am? This is my serious face! This is my serious gun!"

Leonardo called out "I've got katana swords and I'm a ninja, do not test me!"

Raphael was twitching, all but leaping in slow motion.

"Snakes!" Michelangelo yelped.

"What snakes!" Donatello cried desperately.

Splinter stepped forward, and with decades of authority, yelled "STOP."

As two young men prepared to step through the turnstiles, the entire lair became a place of living statues.

The only motion was the rise and fall of breath and the dripping of water.

Dean and Sam put their hands up.

Leonardo sheathed his swords.

Everybody just stared at each other.

Splinter ascended the stairs, and stopped close enough so that the boys felt his whiskers tickle their palms. Very slowly and neutrally, he said, "My name is Splinter. Who are you and how did you find our home?"

Dean stuttered. He thought about reaching for his gun again.

The rat master's ears went back. "I am a ninjitsu master from Japan. I once was human. I know every single pressure point on the human body. I can drop you both in seconds. Please start speaking."

Sam blurted out, "Uh, I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean, we're hunters, we drive around the country hunting monsters and urban legends, we learned about, uhh, snake yokai in the sewers killing people, we wanted to check it out, Dean thought there might be a psychic alligator who could help, and we have never encountered anybody like you guys. Hi?" And he gave a very nervous smile.

Splinter looked into Sam's eyes, for a long time. He slowly bowed. "Very well." Then he stepped aside. "Please, Winchester brothers, come in."

"Uh," Dean said, "Mind if your, um, sons, put the sharp things away first?"

Without turning around, Splinter snapped, "Raphael! Put away your sais."

Raphael muttered, "Wait how did he know how we're related?"

There was a tail thump from Splinter. Raph put his sais in his belt, then pulled Mikey to the couch. "I'm layin' him down, and he really wants to leave the lair, sensei."

Sam hurried forward, then remembered himself. He very slowly approached the couch, hands up again, and Raph immediately hissed. Donnie snapped at him. To Sam, he said, "Sorry, he's really overprotective, and you're new."

Sam didn't even blink. "Oh, I get it. I really, really get it. I'm the younger brother."

Raphael seemed to relax just a little. "Yeah, fine. But you're not touching him, pretty boy."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Look, I know what this is, and if I'm right, your little brother is in big trouble, and we need to find a really, really powerful psychic. Like, telekinesis for breakfast powerful."

From his fetal position on the couch, Michelangelo lifted his arm and chirped, "Thass me. Hi there, tall human! I like you!"

Sam looked down at him and murmured, "Shit."

Ten minutes later after introductions all around, Sam and Don had managed to sit Michelangelo up, cover him in cold cloths and ice packs, and get him talking properly. Donnie had to prompt him to use psionics to bring his body temperature down – "We're all so used to his telekinesis that we forget it's so recent, and when he's so out of it that he forgets, it's troubling," – Donnie explained.

Stories were traded, origins and backgrounds and reasons why ninjas and why hunters. Then came the explanations of Hamato Yoshi's life, journey to America, mutations, spending almost seventeen years raising turtles that were more like humans. Sam often said "Awwww" under his breath, while Dean and Casey nudged each other and rolled their eyes.

"Okay," Dean said, "as much as I wanna break out the family photo albums-"

"There would not be many, anyway," Splinter interrupted. I did not acquire cameras for four years, so I mainly did charcoal drawings. Once the cameras were here, Donatello tried to find out how they worked, so Michelangelo broke half of them open."

The humans laughed. Donnie blushed. Raph just made a disgusted sound.

"You were a good father, though," Leonardo said fondly.

"Must have been nice," Sam said, wistfully.

Splinter tilted his head. "Did you…not have a father?"

Dean made an "Oy" sound. Sam shot him a glance.

"Ah, we did. I mean. When I was a baby, our mom was killed by a demon who made me drink its blood so I could later be a vessel for other demons, and then when we were old enough, Dad took us hunting, and then he was killed, and then we got to see him again, and he was killed again, and um. Mostly our lives have been about hotel rooms and the Impala, sooo…"

"What year?" Raph and Casey asked at the same time.

"Wh-wha?"

"The car," Raph said impatiently. "The Chevy Impala, man. What year is it?"

"1967," Dean said. "Black. Four-door sedan, raceback."

Raph's eyes widened. "Tell me she has a 327 powerglide turbo engine."

Dean's grin was toothy. "Yep. She's a beast."

"Ohhhh," Casey murmured. "Four barrel, V-8. Can I see her?"

Raphael slapped him upside the head, hissing. "Later, dude. When we're not in peril?"

"Yeah, but, like…you don't need me for this, do you?"

Dean whipped around and stared. "What, and you want me to take you topside to drool on my car when your friends are in crisis? What the hell, kid?"

Raph leaned toward him. "Lots of hockey. Too many hits to the skull."

"Hey! Those cars are so classic, and if I could get my hands on just one-"

"Shut up, Casey," Raph and Dean said in unison.

Sam coughed. They turned toward him. He was sitting with Mikey's arm slung over his shoulder, holding the turtle casually and gently, like a sleepy little brother. "Hey, so, he's only cooled down a little, thanks to his own telekinesis, so we'd better do this pretty quickly."

Dean looked at Splinter. "I mean, you heard what we found in our research. Is there any…mmm, Japanese folklore that talks about super-psychic snake demons hiding underground?"

Splinter sighed. "I am afraid very little is known about hebe-yokai, save for the fact that, like the others, they are most likely shapeshifters and tricksters. There are many kinds, however, and our enemy here is obviously one that is very rare or uncommon. That they have telekinetic abilities, feed on the soul, and can only be killed by iron does not surprise me. I believe it must be pure, whole iron, however."

"Oh, like this?" And Dean held up a dagger, polished, with a very sharp iron blade.

"Nice eye-poker." Raph had one of his sai out, and he clinked it against the iron.

"It's also a useful letter-opener. Usually we banish ghosts with it, but as long as I can clean it after your brother stabs those snakes with it, we'll be cool."

"Dudes," and Mikey's exhausted laugh floated around the lair. "It'll be fine. No, April, you can't do what I'm doing, stay here and play with Ice Cream Kitty. Ooh! Gimme a sec, I gotta stick my head in the freezer."

Sam was thrown to his knees from the force the sick turtle pushed himself up with, and Donnie had to wrap both arms around his waist. "Mikey, you can let Ice Cream Kitty lick you after we fight demon snakes!"

"But she's so cool and refreshing!"

"What the hell is Ice Cream Kitty?" Sam panted.

And the freezer meowed.

"Oh," Dean said, staring into the bowl full of ice. "So, that's what a cat mutated with ice cream looks like."

She was cute, her bottom chocolate and flat and settled well into the ice. She also seemed to hear every word he was saying, because she meowed and smiled at him.

He leaned in just close enough to get a lick on the nose, leaving a trail of strawberry ice cream. He wiped at it with a finger and stared.

"Don't lick it off," Leo warned.

"Why?" Sam asked, petting the Neopolitan cat and getting a lick on his finger and a purr in return. "Is she full of poison?"

"No, she just tastes really good."

The boys raised their eyebrows, and at the same time licked the ice cream off their fingers.

"Oh," Sam said. "Wow," Dean finished.

"Mew?" said the cat.

Blinking, Dean leaned down until they were face to face. She leaned forward and licked his nose firmly, then mewed happily. And then Dean licked her back. She danced happily.

"Dude," Sam said with an exasperated smile, "I can't believe you just licked a cat on the cheek."

Dean grinned, licking his lips. "A cat made of ice cream!"

Leo was trying not to laugh and failing.

Dean wasn't even trying to hide his enjoyment as he wiped the ice cream off and licked his finger. "Really good. Yeah."

"Told you," Raph said. "Okay Mikey, we gotta put her back."

"But I'm not done!" cried the feverish youngest, with his head stretched into the freezer as far as it would go.

"Okay, baby brother," Don said, grabbing his shoulders. "Come on. We have some homicidal snake demons to kill. I can't believe I said that with a straight face. Why the hell are you so strong all of a sudden? Somebody help me out, here?"

Sam and Dean both grabbed on to Mikey, carefully prying him as he whimpered. Two ice trays floated out alongside his head.

"Hey, buddy, hey," Dean said softly, in a Big Brother voice, patting his head, "Come on, kiddo. Put the ice trays back. They can't come with us, okay?"

"But it's hooot!" Mikey's eyes rolled up and met Dean's, imploring, and for a moment Dean was stunned speechless at how adorable he looked. He found himself grinning. "Hey, Sammy, he reminds me of you as a toddler!"

"What, the big eyes thing? Whoa. Oh. Yeah. Dad fell for that a lot."

"We do, too," Donatello said, waiting for Leo to return Ice Cream Kitty before closing the freezer door. "It's how he gets away with so many things. It brings out our raging protective instincts, and our miserable failure instincts when he gets hurt." The pain in his voice made Sam frown and reach for him.

Leo cleared his voice. "Uh, sooo…do you guys have a place to stay for the night?"

"Not yet," Dean said. "We haven't even made hotel reservations."

"Don't," Leo said. "We have a spare room."

Sam stared at him. "You…ah…you sure?"

The turtles nodded. Leonardo shrugged. "You're helping us save Mikey's life."

"Yeah," Mikey giggled, "for what, the fifth time, already? Yo, Donnie! What's my death tally? I think it's four! I thought we were keeping score! I just came outta the four-month coma, that was hard healing work. D'you know how long it takes to heal two broken legs and a crushed chest? No wonder it was four months." It was a big speech in his condition. He panted heavily, sweating, opening his mouth to say something else and managing a whispered "You're a good medic Donnie. I wanna be you when I grow up."

Donatello flinched, hard, and Sam's eyes widened. "Uh…sounds close to ours, really."

"Wait," Raphael said, "Both o' you guys died?"

"Long story," both Winchesters sighed.

Michelangelo giggled again, stumbling against Dean's firm hold. "I know! III know! It's in their miiinds!" Dean gave him a sharp, wide-eyed look.

"Mikey!" Leo said, "You promised you wouldn't read without permission!"

"Well," Sam said, steering Mikey to a chair, then holding him by the shoulders, "he is delirious. I doubt he can control his powers well."

Raphael folded his arms. "At least shit's not flying around the house again."

"Nope!" Mikey said, a little more somber, "just flying around in here." He pointed to his temple. "Until the snakes are bye bye."

"I am…not sure what that means," Don said.

Sam bit his lip, staring at Mikey's head. "He's holding it all in. Building it up. Because of his condition right now." He smiled at some confused faces and said, "I'm… kinda psychically sensitive. It gets stronger around powerful people. Like him. He's the strongest we've ever met. Not counting witches and demons. But seriously, he's, like, barricading a bunch of power as hard as he can."

Dean blinked. "Ohh. Like floodgates. Okay, well, we've seen what that's like, we should-"

Both Sam and Mikey jerked, then froze, then very slowly turned to the turnstiles.

"Did you hear a hissing sound?" Sam asked.

"It's hotter," Mikey whispered.

"Shit," Sam whispered. "They're here!"

"What?" Dean yelled.

Sam ran to get the iron dagger, yelling, "They're not waiting for anyone to come to them. They sense Mikey, the heat and power he's registering. They sense me. They're both coming this way."

"What?" Raph said. "I thought they had to wait until someone came to them!"

"Uh, apparently when they sense this much psychic power in one place…theeey go hunting?" Sam offered a very apologetic grin, slowly helping Mikey out of the chair and turning him away from the freezer. Raphael gave him a slight "I might harm you but you're taking care of my brother" stare before grabbing his own weapons.

"Are you fucking kidding me with this right now…" Dean muttered between clenched teeth, and went to get his handgun.

The four turtles and two armed humans, insisting that anyone else stay in the lair, went past the turnstiles and began walking. Sam and Raph, being the strongest, were holding Mikey between them, who was slowly, carefully, regaining his sense of balance, if not some awareness. Sam held the iron dagger in his free hand and tried to imbue it with any power he could dredge up. "What I wouldn't give to be telekinetic again," he muttered. "Even possessed by demons."

"Yeah, we'll save that story for later," Raph grumbled. "You and your demons."

"You and your aliens," Sam shot back.

"Yeah, well, say it to Leatherhead's face."

"Who is Leatherhead?"

"Giant mutant alligator, Mikey's good pal."

"I knew there were giant alligators!" Dean crowed. "I fucking knew it!"

A slithering made them pause, Dean and Leo in the front, Leo drawing his swords and Dean cocking the hammer back on his engraved Colt .45. As Leo turned his head a fraction and narrowed his eyes, Dean said, "Don't you dare knock this thing, you know how many evil monsters we took out with it? I know you're all, like, sword and honor, but that's you, man."

Not saying a word, Leonardo merely turned his head back and tightened his grips on his swords.

As the targets came into view, Dean looked up, and muttered. "Yeah, should've brought a bigger gun."

The first snake-creature dove down, and Leo yelled "Face!" while Dean yelled, "Eyes!" and they struck and fired.

"Nope, made it mad," Dean said, and Leo growled. Dean tilted his head back. "SAMMY!"

"All right, Mikey, we're up," and at this point Sam was taking all the turtle's weight after Raph had drawn his sai. Urging Michelangelo to the side, away from the battle, he yelled, "Hey! Snake things! Over here!" and before he even knew what he was doing, he slashed his arm with the iron blade.

"Sammy, what the hell!"

"Wait, is he supposed to do that?"

But time had slowed. Both snake demons were focused on them. Michelangelo suddenly pulled away from him swaying on his feet, and grabbed the dagger, muttering, "That was silly, I'm better." He then sliced his own right hand, dripping blood on the blade. Raphael, in the background, roared. Sam stared in shock as Mike pointed at Sam's arm, and Sam watched his arm wound seal up. Michelangelo stepped in front of him, and Sam held out a hand to steady him. Mikey was gripping the blood-soaked dagger, blood running down his arm, dripping on the floor. Sam heard Mikey whisper something in Japanese.

As the first snake's head came into view, Mike stabbed an eye up to the hilt and there was a screech. He stabbed its other eye, and the creature rippled like a heat wave, rearing back and collapsing, turning to a fine mist. The other creature screamed, and Mikey just threw the dagger in its face. It became mist and heat, and Mikey sagged against Sam, apparently exhausted. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam watched Raphael, expressions warring on his face.

"Well," Leonardo said, lowering his katanas.

"Okay, then," Dean said, holstering the gun. He walked to the still-swirling mist. He kicked at the dagger before picking it up, then exclaiming "Ow!" before dropping it.

"That would be because it is extremely hot, I'm guessing," Donatello said dryly.

"That how you use all your intelligence?" Dean grumbled.

"Yeah, okay, I got it," Michelangelo mumbled, staggering forward. He picked up the dagger in both hands, even as his bleeding hand sizzled, and before there was another sound, he turned his head and said, "Shove it, Raph, I said I got this." And he slowly began walking to the lair, swaying a little and limping on his left leg. He pointed a finger back at Dean, and the blisters on his hand vanished.

"Well," Dean said, blinking, "that's useful."

"It takes very little energy to heal others," Donnie said, "extraordinary amounts of energy to heal himself."

"So, what you're saying is someone should catch up to him before he passes out on the floor, got it," and Sam ran ahead.

"As battles go," Dean said, over a large bite of pizza gyoza, "that was almost anti-climactic. But fun! I don't think anyone else we know could have done that. Man, these are good.We're still gonna save some for Mikey when he wakes up, right?"

He had already eaten half a dozen, and seeing what was left on the table, the endless sea of dumplings, no one worried about putting some aside.

Donatello returned from his lab, which contained the infirmary, and resumed his place at the table. "Mikey should wake up within the hour. He's healing and cooling down simultaneously, so he'll be weak and hungry. Which ones are we setting aside?"

Sam pointed silently to the dozen that Murakami had already wrapped in another bag, marked with Mikey's name. "Dean's so blissed out he forgot."

"I think I like these better than pie," Dean said over a mouthful.

Sam paused and stared and stared. "Holy shit. I think we'll need to place another order before we leave."

"A big one."

"And then come back."

"There's more monsters in New York, right?"

Splinter stood in the doorway, smiling. "The guest room is prepared, my friends. You may have the first showers."

"Right, right," Sam said, "your bathroom has multiple stalls and tubs and fixtures, that's pretty neat."

Dean agreed with a sound, around his mouthful.

"Perhaps, tomorrow morning, you would like to sit in and watch us perform some katas?"

The boys shrugged at each other. "Sure," Sam said, "we could always use ideas on combat."

"Think Psychic Boy will be up for that?" Dean asked.

"Mikey will be fine," Raph said. "He just needs sleep. And provided he doesn't prank anyone, we'll all be bright and happy."

Later, Sam and Dean prepared the room, and sat around the couch with Leo and Raph, watching horror movies. In the middle of the first film, Mikey walked out of the infirmary, limping, stretching. "Oh, good, I'm not missing the marathon."

"Hey!" Sam jumped up and offered him a seat. "Glad to see you're okay!"

"Thanks," and the smile Mikey offered was sweet, strong, and shining, and Sam smiled back, basking in that natural grin. As long as this kid was all right, he felt better. He truly understood in that heartbreaking way how it is to have a precious brother you would be willing to die for.

"Hey, pal," Dean clapped him on the shoulder as Mikey sat between the brothers, his bandaged hand reaching for a can of soda. "You did really good."

"Yeah, I guess so," and Mikey's shy smile and ducked head made them meet eyes over his head.

"You really did, Mikey," Leo added, and Mikey's head snapped up. "We mean it. We don't mean to tease you all the time, but we all know your potential. With or without the psionics. I mean, did you know your hands were shaking when you stabbed those things?"

"R-really? I didn't know…" and Mikey flushed, causing the Winchesters to put their hands on his shell with another concerned glance. Raphael leaned forward, to Dean and said, "He gets kinda weird about praise sometimes. He's got ADHD, and he slips up a lot. He gets in the way and sometimes we just…let our frustrations out."

And the Winchesters nodded, their mouths forming Os, and kept their hands on Mikey's shell encouragingly.

Later, as the turtles dragged themselves to bed, Sam and Dean were stopped by Splinter on their own way. "I wanted to give you this, for your journey," the rat ninja said. He held out a slender kunai, carved with engravings on the handle and the base of the blade. "It carries the Hamato clan crest."

The brothers stared and gaped a little, and Sam smiled and bowed, murmuring deep thanks, while Dean's eyes were wide with awe, clearly impressed. He just nodded. And at the silent and deep appreciation, Splinter merely nodded and smiled. "It is also," he added, "imbued with my own spiritual energy, and that of our dojo tree. Perhaps it will slay a difficult creature or two along your way."

As the boys were still smiling at each other, the tall humanoid rat held out his arms and embraced them warmly. Finally relaxing, they shut their eyes and smiled, feeling a lifetime of sorrow, weight, wayward travel, and battle slowly dissipating, just a little. Sam was clearly struggling not to cry, and Dean was biting his lip so hard it bled. As they separated, that sensation of peace remained. There was peace when they were done.

"See you in the morning, boys," Splinter smiled. "And may we meet again on the long road. Try to not fly so high that you fall too far."

Neither knew what to say. Splinter knew that. He merely bowed, and they bowed back, and as the rat ninja turned to face the tree in the center of the dojo, the Winchesters headed toward their own room, dizzy and overwhelmed but more relaxed than they could understand.

And in the shared bed that night, Sam looked over at Dean right before closing his eyes, and said, "I miss Dad."

"Yeah. G'night, little brother," Dean said fondly, and turned off the bedside lamp. His last thought was of Raphael and Michelangelo, and brothers' bonds.

Nobody had nightmares that night.

"I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching-they are your family." ―Jim Butcher

"You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn't depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family." ― Trenton Lee Stewart

#writing #fanfiction #crossovers #look i wrote a fic #tmnt #supernatural #psychic mikey #cold fire rising

[kaiteki-dons]

BITEY MAH BOI, hows life treating you

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#Hey I think you got some leo in my Donatello crossover. #tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt fandom #tmnt donnie #purple hues and silver county blues #phascb #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt donatello #aggie tmnt #tmnt aggie #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #what once was calm

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NOTICE before we get to part 13 of my Bay/Rise crossover! It has been a while since I’ve watched ROTTMNT in its entirety, and as such my timelines may be out of order to what was actually occurring in the show at the time. Any inconsistencies between my fic and the shows canon should simply be taken as part of an alternate reality. The fic takes place directly after Battle Nexus: New York. @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88

“Put your odachi on the ground slowly…”

Leonardo had to think. The grip on his attackers blade was firm— he could tell even without looking. The pressure was steady and holding strong. It was down at an angle, so the attacker was taller that him. Stronger too, probably. Leonardo naturally fell into a self-induced state of calm to keep his mind calm and breathing steady.

“That would require me reaching for my Odachi.” Leonardo said slowly.

“Did I stutter?” The voice was slow and calculated. No hint of a foreign accent, so not a Japanese soldier as most ninja. The words were clear and straightforward, with the faintest hints of Brooklyn being repressed by a confident aura radiating almost like pure heat. Definitely from New York, but more subtle than most on the street.

Leonardo laughed weakly as he slowly reached for the odachi on his shell, making sure his hand was visible the entire time. “The problem with reaching for my odachi is I could do something like this.”

Leonardo grabbed the handle of his odachi and swung it out widely, but his wrist was caught quickly. A firm hand slammed into the crook of his elbow before bending his arm backward and forcing him to drop the odachi to the ground.

“Nice try.” 

A sharp kick to the backs of his legs had Leonardo on his knees, then a kick to the back had him on the floor. A pressing weight on the dome of his carapace held him there.

“That’s enough.” This second voice was softer, kinder. Similar to the first in accent, clear and easy to understand and with that same faint, underlying Brooklynn. “We’re not here to fight him!”

“He was attacking April.” The first voice said again.

“Hey, your señorita there was attacking me!” Leonardo snapped back. He wondered if the kind voice could be Raphael or Michelangelo? It seemed too soft for Raphael, though...

“You okay Angelcakes?”

Leonardo latched onto the third voice, the only one so far with no hint of Brooklyn at all. No New York accent being denied nor embraced— how could you do either to an accent you never had? Or maybe he did have it at one point and it just got garbled into the raspy, mellifluously-excited voice.

“I’m fine Mikey.” April said as she was helped to her feet. “Thank you.”

It was Mikey’s voice?

“Any time baby doll.”

Mikey, definitely Mikey. Now that he was hearing it again Leonardo wondered how it wasn’t immediately obvious. Hearing Mikey flirt just felt... off.

“Did he hurt you?” The first voice again— now that one could be Raphael, Leonardo mused. The accent didn't quite fit what Leonardo would have expected, but it was close enough that he might be able to get used to it.

“Just some shoving, Leo.” Was April’s answer. “Mostly startled me is all.”

Leo. So the first voice was Leo and the third Mikey. The second voice… it couldn’t be Donnie, could it?

“These guys ain’t so bad.”

Now that voice was definitely Raph. It was so deeply Brooklynn that it almost hurt— the embodiment of ‘I’m walkin’ here!’ And so much more of New York culture. A voice you could hear in a crowd anywhere around the world and recognize which city it belonged it.

Leonardo was able to lift his head just enough to see the fourth turtle enter the room. He was big— maybe a bit bigger than Raphael but not by much. Leonardo saw the lack of spikes and the spots and the shell, and recognized the patterns as a box turtle. We’re they all box turtles?

“Friday the Thirteenth got his ass kicked by little pipsqueak here.”

The massive box turtle gripped Michelangelo in a vice-hold against his plastron while Michelangelo struggled for his freedom.

“MMMGN! Lemme gooo!” His feet kicked against Raph’s plastron but did nothing to help him.

“Mikey!” Leonardo tried to struggle against the weight on his back.

“Don, go check on Casey.”

“Roger.” 

Leonardo caught the barest glimpse of Donnie as he walked by and maneuvered his way around Raph. Taller, but skinnier. Leonardo didn't dare underestimate the strength of the green giant, however— he was taught better by his own Donatello’s freakish nerd strength.

“Now if I let you up, are you gonna place nicely~?” Leo whispered into Leonardo’s ear.

“Depends if you plan on not being such a jackass.”

The weight increased.

“You leave him alone you big bully!” Michelangelo whined as he struggled about like a fly in a spider web.

“Yeah you shrek-looking ass bitch!”

There was the sound of Mikey cracking up laughing, and the heartfelt sound only encouraged Leonardo further.

“Looking like Pickle Rick on steroids ass bitch, looking like Splinter fed you one too many Flintstones Gummies, the chemicals in the water turning the turtles into bitch ass mutants ass hoe —“

Leo yanked Leonardo by the scruff of his neck to stand. “Are you done?”

“You know, my Raph’s not here I can probably go all day. You’re so fugly the creature from the green lagoon musta fucked Barney the Dinosaur and you’re the baby.”

Raph just shook his head while Mikey all fell over clutching his stomach through laughter tears. Leo looked back at his brothers with the slightest hints of embarrassment before he slammed Leonardo into the wall.

“What are you doing here?”

“Leo, cut it out!” Donnie returned from where he had been checking on Casey, putting gentle hands on Leo’s shoulder to encourage him to drop Leonardo, which he did.

Leonardo only laughed as he looked between the four gathered mutants. There wasn’t much difference between them— all of them a similar size with the same, bulky shell as Michelangelo. All definitely box turtles. Their masks, of course, were a dead giveaway as to who was who, but other than that they could easily be interchanged and Leonardo wouldn’t care enough to notice.

“Now onto… you.” Leonardo turned to point at Raph accusingly, “You’re lucky I wasted all my good green jokes on Yoda here, so why don’t you just cut it with the RBF and let my brother go?”

Raph huffed a warning to the confident slider before looking to Leo for a signal. Leo motioned for Raph to let Michelangelo go and Raph obliged.

“There. Was that so hard?” Leonardo smirked as he opened his arm to invite Michelangelo to hold onto his side, “Now, you jolly green giants: Let’s talk Krang.”

#Leonardo makes jokes when he panics #raph is so Brooklynn it hurts #Leo’s pride has been iNJURED #Leo had been slain #Leonardo is more observant than he looks

[remmushound]

as a request, what about Rise! Donnie talking to Bayverse Donnie about glasses? idk what headcannon you have or just enjoy for why Rise! Donnie doesn't wear glasses anymore, but I think the interaction could be interesting no matter what??

Part 8 of my Rise/bay crossover! Special thanks to @brightlotusmoon for the help with this chapter!!

Donatello made a vague motion that Donnie took as an ‘ask away’ motion.

“Ah— okay— uh— what— well for starters how on earth did you get contacts?”

“April and I have the same eye difficulties, so she provides me and Leonardo with the contacts on a monthly basis and gives us her old glasses every time she upgrades.”

“Wait— your April wears glasses? And your Leo?”

“Affirmative.” Donatello’s spider claw reached into his battle shell and pulled out two Dr.Pepper’s, opening both and offering one to Mikey. Mikey made a noise not unlike an excited toddler as he grabbed the beverage and slurped it down happily.

“Well— how did you meet your April?”

“It was a dark and stormy autumn night, thunder echoing down the alleyways just l ike the barking beasts that pursued me through the shadows!” Donatello switched the lights off and flicked on a flashlight to illuminate his features in shadowed detail. “There must have been eight, nine of them on my shell, all trying to take me down. But not I! Son of Splinter! There was a battle fought— turtle on beast— until they were fleeing back down the alley with their tails tucked between their legs.”

Donatello turned off the flashlight as the story ended abruptly, letting the darkness linger a moment before flicking the lights back on and piping rather cheerfully.

“Then April found me and we’ve been best friends ever since, the end.”

Mikey dropped his can in favor of clapping excitedly and Donnie gave a golf-clap out of politeness.

“What about you?” Donatello prompted.

“Dude, our April was totally the Hogoshaaaaaa.”

Donnie opened his mouth to explain further, but Donatello didn't need it. “In which way?”

Mikey simply blinked.

“Hogosha can mean guardian, protector, patron, parent, watcher— I need context.”

“Oh then the first two.” Mikey nodded, “Can I have another Dr.Pepper?”

“Oh yeah fo sho.” Donatello provided another can. “Hey, you should totally make some of those tattoo designs for me and my brothers! My Mikey’s art is very ~bright and happy sunshines~ but the simplistic design is sooooo awesome! Maybe like an Omou for me, Oni for Raph—“

“How often do you get the urge to bite?”

The enjoyment immediately drained from Donatello’s face.

“I mean, softshell’s are known for having a pretty nasty attitude and tend to bite a lot. They’re not really social creatures.” Donnie explained further.

“Don’t you think I would be aware of such things because I am one?” Donatello almost growled.

Donatello’s irritation came to Donnie’s joy. “Oh! There’s that softshell agitation!”

“IT’S NOT—” Donatello started to hiss, then forced himself back down.

“Sorry.” Donnie threw his hands up in surrender.

Donatello tried not to care. “Maybe Ongaku for Leon—“

“Do you like to bury yourself?”

Donatello flinched, and looked slowly back over at Donnie with rage bubbling in his mind.

“What’s your preferred texture? Do you prefer mud or sand?”

“I prefer your head on a pike.” Donatello muttered too low for Donnie to hear but enough for Mikey to choke on his soda.

“What was that?” Donnie tilted his head.

“Nothing.” Donatello huffed, fun thoughts of tattoos completely gone from his mind. “Have you found Leon and Angelo yet? I don’t trust those two idiots to keep out of trouble for very long.”

“Yeah— I’m uh— working on it.” Donnie quickly brushed past the answer to try and ask his final question, “What does it feel like when something presses against your shell? Or bends the bridge?”

Donatello dropped his half-full can of soda to the floor. Before either Donnie could say a thing, Mikey got between the both of them.

“Okay brain-boy, slow it down a little!” He put his finger up to Donnie and tisked his tongue, “Don’t be too hard on yourself!”

“Ha.” Donatello’s face was blank, any scrap of emotion once in it replaced with sheer, aggravated boredom.

The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. But instead of a knife, it was cut by a short alarm.

“Ah— um.” Donnie cleared his throat, “Uh. The tracker is ready so… I… I should…” Donnie didn't finish the statement before sulking out of the kitchen with his head low.

“How’d it go?” Leo immediately regretted his words, but it was too late.

Donnie plopped himself down in the swivel chair and started to jump between the different signatures. Blue for Leo, red for Raph, purple for himself, and orange for Mikey— all, of course, in the lair. A white mark for Splinter. Black for all unknown signatures.

“Okay, so… seven down here, like expected… seems like Bebop and Rocksteady are still in place…” He jumped to the next unknown signature. “There! This one is alone— but not moving…”

“Are they…?” Leo started slowly.

“No— their vitals are stable, they’re just hiding.” He jumped to the next signature, “Here—these two are together! And on the move… that’s not good.”

“What’s not good?”

“Well, they’re on— or, above— Santon Street— that’s only two blocks from April’s apartment… they seem to be heading that direction.”

“Then so are we.” Leo immediately strutted off toward the weapons keep.

“Wait— now? But— it’s day!”

“This is a special case. Special case.” He drew his katana from their shelf, “Special circumstance…”

#Donnie didnt mean it #he’s a good boy just oblivious #Mikey and Donatello friendship ftw! #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #donatello #donnie #Mikey #michelangelo

[remmushound]

@brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 Part 3 of my bay/rise crossover.

Leonardo didn't know where he was, and frankly he wasn’t sure he cared. He was more concerned about not knowing where April and Splinter and Donatello and Raphael were. His brothers— his family! He had reached out to them, felt his fingers brush against Splinters, and then they were being pulled apart again. Pulled away from each other. Then Leonardo was flying out of the rift, clinging with all his might to the only one he had managed to protect. Michelangelo. He landed hard, skipping across metal with solid thuds like a rock on water as he clung to the box turtle’s shell, his baby brother still hiding within. The bouncing eventually turned into a slide that brought Leonardo to crash against a wall. Pain shot through his extremities, but it only made him hold on to Michelangelo even tighter.

The minute they stopped, Michelangelo popped out his shell with a sharp yipe, his arms shooting out and wrapping around Leonardo to cling to him like a security blanket. Leonardo couldn’t help but smile and rubbed the younger mutants head in a comforting motion.

“It’s okay, hermano. Just a little bit of a bumpy ride.”

Michelangelo whimpered and his nose went back into his shell.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that!”

Michelangelo pulled his arms and legs back in as well.

“Awww, come on~” Leonardo pushed himself away from the wall to lean over Michelangelo and peek into the shell as his shadowed face. “You know you wanna come out!”

“Where is out?” Michelangelo asked, his voice carrying a strange echo.

“Er…” Leonardo looked around. He didn't recognize the place, a giant metal ball with a spiraling floor design and a high ceiling, a blinking light at the top of it. He hummed and narrowed his eyes at the luring draw of the light, but didn't acknowledge it Past that. “Pokeball?”

“What? No we’re not!”

“Well how you gonna know if you don’t come out?”

Leonardo smirked and leaned back to give Michelangelo enough space to emerge. Michelangelo peeked his nose out once more.

“That’s it! Just a little more!” Leonardo encouraged.

Michelangelo’s full head poked out, and his neck too so he could look around at their surroundings. “Woah. This is so cool!”

“Cool isn’t exactly the word I’d use.” Leonardo whistled and stood up, reaching for his sword naturally. It was nowhere on his body.

“Hey uh— you don’t happen to have your yoyo, do you Miguel?”

“Um…” Michelangelo reached to his belt and frowned. “No. It’s gone somewhere… do you have your swords?”

“No.”

The structure gave a powerful groan and Michelangelo yelped, attaching himself to Leonardo’s side like glue. “It’s spooky here…”

Leonardo would be lying if he said that a similar anxiety hadn’t grown in his gut the moment they entered this strange place. Cold, dark, mechanical— everything Donatello loved, except without the eccentric nature. But he couldn’t be scared now. He has Michelangelo to look after, and right now his baby brother needed him.

“Hey hey hey, don’t get soft on me now!” Leonardo beamed, leaning down to Michelangelo’s level. “We just escaped the mother-freaking Shredder and you’re scared of a dingy little metal ball?”

“It’s not very little, Leo…”

Leonardo scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “Potato potahto! Tomato tomatoh! Shredder, Giant Metal Ball of Doom! What’s the difference?”

Michelangelo didn't answer.

“The only one I can think of is that Shredder was waaaay scarier!”

“Oh really?”

Both turtles froze at the new voice. Leonardo gently placed his brother down, keeping an arm still wrapped around him to keep them both close.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” The new voice laughed in a mocking, wheezing tone, “Turn around.”

Leonardo could see no other option other than to obey. He gave Michelangelo a reassuring pat and held his brother just a little tighter before turning to face whoever it was that had called out to them.

The creature was big, a body near as broad as Raphael’s carapace and a shape that was loosely spherical. It’s entire body gleamed with a layer of slime that oozed out from folds on the sides of it’s head, and every so often a tentacle would reach up to gather the accumulating mucus and spread it throughout its body to keep itself moist. There was a crown on its head, a ridge higher than the rest of its body that slightly resembled the crown of certain dinosaurs. Leonardo could almost swear that whatever it was, was the brain of some massive creature, escaped from its body to do whatever it is that giant, tentacle-having brains do.

“Well?” The creature stroked feelers on it’s face, what could pass as lips parting to reveal tiny, dolphin-like teeth.

Leonardo only allowed himself enough time to blink before he forced his smile to come back and meet the strangers smirk. “Well what?”

The creature lunged forward, supported by pipes that extended out from the misproportioned battle suit, bringing it within inches of touching Leonardo. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Scared of what? A chewed up wad of bubble gum that gained sentience?”

It growled and one of its tentacles came down upon Leonardo, covering him in the thick, viscous coating of it’s body.

“Oh I’m sorry! Did I get some slime on you?”

Leonardo didn't flinch. He reached out a hand and poked the creature on the nose. “It is not slime, it is mucus!”

It growled and swatted Leonardo before pulling back again closer to its suit. “Who said you could touch me with your foul, disease-ridden hands?!”

“Hey hey hey!” Leonardo threw his hands up in surrender, “I bathe regularly! It’s Raphael you gotta look out for.”

“You think you’re funny, do you?” It squinted its eye at Leonardo.

“I think I’m adorable. Don’t you?” Leonardo put his hands under his chin and batted his eyes.

“I think you’re an obnoxious freak of nature.” It tried to draw forth a violent reaction, but Leonardo remained cool.

“Eh, aren’t we all?” Leonardo shrugged, “But this obnoxious freak of nature has a name. Do you?”

The creature seemed to consider Leonardo’s question for a moment before saying, “It’s Krang.”

Leonardo snickered.

“What?” Krang snapped, almost defensively, “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry— sorry!” Leonardo almost keeled over laughing.

“What’s so funny— what’s so funny, it’s just my name!”

“It’s just— ahahaha— did your mom hate you or something?”

Michelangelo started to finally get in on the laughing, and soon both brothers were almost falling over.

“I chose my own name— the Queen doesn’t have time to name all of us!” Krang defended, grunting as its features scrunched up.

“So you’re saying you have a face not even a mother could love?” Leonardo smirked, recovering from his laughter at will. “Man, that is depressing!”

“ENOUGH!” Krang shot two wired pipes forward to grab Michelangelo and Leonardo, squeezing them harshly. “Now you listen here, little turtles! I am not in the mood for games.” It’s eyes glanced between the brothers in an almost alien way, “And if all you’re going to do is play with me, then I’m going to put you away in my toybox.”

“Sounds fun!” Michelangelo piped.

“Fun?” Krang shifted to look at Michelangelo.

“Yeah! In a big box with a whole bunch of other people, having slumber parties every night!” Michelangelo hummed and sighed.

“Well, I’m glad you’re going to enjoy yourself. It’s an extended stay.”

Krang shifted slightly, its armor suit slow and topheavy, and at the press of a button on the suit the floor began to open up and reveal a spiraling display case. Rows upon rows of small, frozen containers. A thick layer of frosty smoke escaped through the opening and filtered out through vents. Krang hung the two brothers over the drop and loosened his grip just to feel the fear of his prisoners. Looking down into the endless abyss of bodies distorted by frost and age, Leonardo felt a sense of vertigo overtake him. It seemed Krang latched onto the fear almost immediately, judging by the evil expression on its face.

“Not so eager to visit the other toys now, are you?” Krang laughed and pulled Michelangelo and Leonardo back over solid ground, putting them down as the ground closed once more. “Now maybe you’ll play nicely.”

“Where are my brothers?” Leonardo demanded, “My family?”

“They’re fine. They were spit out somewhere or other. Does it really matter?”

“Yes.” Leonardo snarled.

“Hmm…” Krang rubbed their folds in concentration, “Then why don’t we make a deal, little turtle?”

“What kinda deal?” Leonardo returned to hugging his brother as Michelangelo cowered against him.

“I didn't just call you here to chat.”

“Well you’re sure doing a lot of talking anyway.” Leonardo grumbled under his breath.

“I brought you here for a far more important reason.” It folded its tentacles over its mouth.

“Care to share with the class?”

Krang huffed. “You have something that interests me— or more like had. You see, a year ago today I tried to take over the earth.”

Leonardo laughed. “Didn't do a good job— you didn't even make the news! I’m sure I would know if there was a broadcast about a giant brain in a robot suit tried to take over the planet.”

“Not your earth. A different earth.”

“There’s more than one?” Michelangelo asked.

“Oh, there is a plethora of earths, all slightly different from the last! But yours… intrigues me. It’s one of the more recent ones, and the use of your ‘mystic magic’ caught my attention.” Krang circled Leonardo like a cat with a mouse, “The way you teleport around with such ease, even without a beacon to guide you~”

“Spit it out, Gellatinous, I haven’t got all day.”

“You’re very impatient for someone whose at the mercy of one far smarter.”

“Eh, I can handle Donnie, but that has nothing to do with this.” Leonardo snarked off, “What do you want?”

“I have you, and I have your family, and I have your sword.”

“Great. And what does that have to do with the price of jelly doughnuts?”

“I want you to show me how to use the magic you possess, and afterwards I will let you and your brothers go back on your merry way!”

“I thought you were all knowing or whatever.”

“I never claimed that. I too need to learn like every creature does.”

“How do we know you’re not lying about letting us go?” Michelangelo pouted, sticking out his lip.

“Do I look like the lying type to you?”

“Yes.” Michelangelo and Leonardo said as one.

“Mm. Clever boys. Well, the answer is that you don’t know. But you don’t really have many choices either.”

“Mm. Fair.” Leonardo shrugged. “Whatchu need me to show you?”

“How to activate the rift that you’ve seemed to master.” Krang tapped its tentacles together.

“Oh that’s easy! You just take the sword and go woosh woosh,” Leonardo made vague gesture, “Then it goes all whoooooo whaaaaa bwaaaaa!” He made a motion of a rift opening. “Then you go all ‘take me so and so’ and badda bing badda boom, you’re done! That work?” Leonardo clicked his tongue and wink.

“What.” Krang narrowed his eyes.

“Well, you take the pointy part and go whish woosh, then slish slash, hundred yard dash, and you’re in Paris!”

“I— I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

“Well you take the thing and do the thing so it makes a thing then you go through the thing and bam: the thing is done! Take a break and get yourself a pizza for your hard work.”

“You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Exactly how many nerves does a brain have anyway?”

“I’M NOT A BRAIN I’M AN UTROM!”

“A who-trom?” Michelangelo tilted his head.

“AN UTROM!”

“You-tron?” Leonardo asked with a smirk.

“GRRR— just show me how to do it!” Krang pulled Leonardo’s sword out of thin air and dropped it into Leonardo’s hands. “And don’t think you can outsmart me!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, K-Pop.” Leonardo took the sword and pointed it, dragging it to make a circle. His face illuminated the glow and he smiled.

“Yes!” Krang cheered, smilingly widely and holding out its tentacles to Leonardo. “Give it to me!”

“Yeeeeah, no.” Leonardo stared a moment and then winked before stepping through the blue and disappearing along with the mystic portal.

“NO!” Krang launched himself forward and grabbed at the space where the turtles had once been, “GET BACK HERE!”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #rise leo #rise mikey #bayverse krang

[remmushound]

Part 7 of my Rise/bay crossover! Special thanks to @brightlotusmoon for the help with this chapter!! @errorfreak88

It took only a few minutes for Donnie to set the computer to work.

“It… it’s working to isolate any mutagenic pathogens around the globe— if it works right there should be seven down here and two in ADX Florence— that’s Bebop and Rocksteady. Any other strays would hopefully be our other turtles and dear old rat.”

“What about their April?”

“I— I can’t really track her using this, but with any luck she’s with one of them. It’ll take a few minutes since it… searching such a wide range.”

“That’s okay. At least we have a start.” Leo tried to smile but he was sure Donnie could see right through it. “Why don’t you go bring our uh… friend in there some food and water? Sure he’d appreciate it. And try to ask him more about his world if you can. So we know what to expect.”

When Donnie didn't immediately move, Leo gave him an encouraging shove toward the kitchen. Donnie stumbled off, looking back and making a ‘really bro?’ motion toward Leo. He scooped up the other-Donnie’s battle shell on the way over. Entering the kitchen brought him into what was almost like a whole other world— a loud one at that!

“Oh mi gOSH IS THAT A TATTOO?!” It was almost whiplashing hearing a voice so ectatic and yet so sarcastic-sounding at the same time. Donatello’s eyes were like stars as he looked at Mikey’s tattoo. “Ohhhhh! I soooo want one!”

Mikey was all too happy to flex his arm and show off the faded markings, “Oh you’d look so cool with a tattoo! Yeah, like maybe an airplane or like cat or something cool like that.” Mikey said quickly.

“Yeah, but Raph would kill me!” Donatello couldn’t help but poke at the tattoos, tracing his finger gently across the mark to get a better feel of the design. “Ohhhh that’s so cool!”

Donnie cleared his throat finally.

“Oh. Sah Donnie?” Mikey did a peace sign.

Donnie cleared and jiggled the battle shell he held pointedly.

Donatello gasped and shoved Mikey aside to run, arms outstretched, to his counterpart. “MY BABY!” He snatched the battle shell from Donnie’s hands and kissed it repeatedly. “Oh I’ll never let you go again— ack! Ew! Sewer taste!” He started to try and wipe the taste off his tongue, “Ohhhh nooo that just made it worse!”

“Ohhh I totally know how you feel! This one time, when we were going down the pipe, the water like totally went in my mouth.” Mikey waddled over to Donatello and leaned over the shorter turtle's shoulder, standing almost close enough to rest his chin on the softshell’s head.

Donatello didn't seem to notice nor care about the box turtle’s proximity as he flipped open one of the many pouches contained in his armor and pulled out a small device that looked almost like bottle caps, one blue and labeled L and one white and labeled R. Mikey watched curiously as Donatello popped the case open and gasped loudly when the turtle took one of the clear lenses on his finger and started the process of cleaning it. When Donatello pulled apart his eyelids to apply the contacts, however, Mikey recoiled, climbing on the counter to get further away and immediately starting to whine.

“Ewww! Ew ew ew ew, he’s touching his eye—“

“Mikey!” Donnie snapped, but Mikey didn't stop.

“Eww his eye’s gonna pop out dude I’m telling you it’s gonna pop out and fall on the floor and get all dirty and he’s gonna have to pick it up and put it back in!”

Donatello was unperturbed by the complaints and applied his contacts quickly. “Yes, yes. Gasp in your repugnance all you want. Alas, ‘tis all the better to see you with, dear Michael!” Donatello waved a hand as he turned to face Mikey. “Heyyy, you got freckles! Nice.”

Mikey’s disgust was almost immediately forgotten by curiosity as he crawled across the counter to get closer to Donatello, and then fell off. He got back up, shaking off the fall and strutting as if it never happened.

“Do they hurt?” Mikey gasped.

“Where did you get contact lenses anyway?” Donnie was just as in Donatello’s face as Mikey was. “I got glasses, but that was just by dumb luck.”

“Yeah!” Mikey started to poke at Donatello curiously, “And even then they’re always falling off and stuff. Super inconvenient!”

“Mikey, quit poking him!”

“I saw you poking him!” Mikey nudged the bridge of his shell against Donnie.

“Ow— that was just an exam!”

Donatello leaned against the wall and watched the altercation with the slightest grin. He let himself watch a moment longer before starting to put his battle shell back on, and at the click of the buckle Mikey perked up like a dog at a whistle. He shoved Donnie away and hurried to the softshell.

“Wanna hear more about my tattoos?”

Donatello gave the excitable box turtle a genuine smile. “I wanna hear about everything you want to tell me. Just give me a mo~”

Donatello walked confidently over to Donnie, took the mask and glasses off in a single motion and walked away before Donnie could stop him. It took the mutant another second to process the audacity before he ran after.

“Wha— hey— heyheyhey— that’s my stuff!” Donnie tried to take his things back, but Donatello’s spider arm held him back.

Donatello rooted through the drawers for a long moment before coming out with a pair of scissors.

“Hey— what are you doing with those?!” Donnie tried to stop him once more, growling as he tried to overpower the titanium arms.

Mikey twirled over to Donatello, the titanium arms letting him past while still restraining Donnie. Mikey landed with his palms down on the counter flexing his tattoo proudly.

“Okay, so like, that turtle in the middle is our family crest right? And I totally designed it— original Michelangelo art right here, first hand. I know, I’m amazing!”

Donatello continued his work through Mikey’s rant, nodding along to the enthusiasm.

“The inking was done by Donnie there in the purple, you already met him though so eh. And this is supposed to be the Brooklynn bridge— New York pride and everything.”

Though Donatello’s expression didn't change in the slightest, one of his spider arms made a fist and bounced over to Mikey for a fist bump, which the box turtle obliged.

“And this is supposed to be the knots are our masks, connects to the bridge— super cool. And these are just some spaceships cause spaceships are awesome. And this is a bat, cause bats are rad, and it’s on fire cause that’s also rad.”

“Mm. Very nice. Love the thought and detail. Ha! There!” Donatello finished his work and retracted his titanium arms so suddenly that Donnie stumbled and almost fell. Donatello un-creased the mask to the best of his ability and rolled it back onto Donnie’s head, fixing it comfortably for the other mutant before backing up with a smug smirk.

The only difference in the mask that had been taken and the mask that was returned were the glasses now fitted carefully into the eye holes; the handles went in between the cloth of the mask to hold the glasses securely in place.

“Now you won’t have to worry about dropping them.” Donatello said calmly, crossing his arms and nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Donnie touched his hand to the frames a moment in awe before laughing his snorting-laugh. “Oh my god— this is— this is genius!” He hurried over to look at his reflection in the fridge. “How did I never think about this?”

Donatello simply tapped his head in response and turned to return to Mikey before Donnie ran and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait!” Donnie said quickly, “I have so many questions!”

#Donnie tech #donatello and Mikey bonding #tattoos!! #kajin #Tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #donatello #donnie #tmnt bayverse

[sirenssakura]

“Call Of Turtles.” - Crossover Exclusive - Leorai

MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE!

BTW - Karai has Not told the 2003 Turtles/Splinter that she’s dating 2012 Leo. YET! The’ll find out later or in the next chapter.

Chapter 2  

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“See anything, Raph?” Leo called out, getting the two red mask turtle’s attentions. “NO!” Replying back at the same time making the taller Raph huff. “He was talkin’ to me!” “He Was Not!” “Yes He Was!” “Was NOT!” “HE WAS!” The two argued and butted heads, growling. “Alright, Break It Up!” The two turtles in blue pulled their red mask brothers apart… While on the side, Michelangelo and Mikey looked at each other. “Boy, what a nut.” Michelangelo spoke first making Mikey smile. “Bro, I can tell you stories.” *Laughing* Giggling together, Donatello and Donnie on the other side of the roof trying to think how they were going to get back. “Hmm…” Donnie sighed softly, scratching his head. “Nope… That’s not it… Nope.” *GROWLS* “HEY, Easy!” Leo shouted, trying to calm his tall brother in purple down, only to let out a sigh himself. “Guys! Everyone Come Here. Group Meeting!” Ordering them all to gather… Leo waited til they were all here, looking at his seven brothers… Leo breathed in. “Alright, Listen Up!”…

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*PANTING* Running, running and more running, Karai suddenly forced herself to Stop! Using her heels that created dust from under her feet. Heavily breathing, she softly gasped and gazed at the view in front of her. The lights, the sounds, the… feeling. Thinking about New York back in her dimension… *Soft sigh*… “Leo.” Sitting on the ledge of the roof, looking over the city… Karai felt her mind, go blank… No thoughts, nothing… Cringing in the sudden sting, her fingers lightly touched the gash on her head and saw blood. *Sigh*… Moments later, picking up a small sound… Karai looked to the side and saw them emerging from the shadows slowly, looking down at her on the side… Feeling annoyed again, she turned away… “Karai, I.” The tall blue mask turtle went to speak. “GO AWAY!” Yelling at him, Leo softly breathed in, suddenly she saw him offering his hand out to her… Drawing her eyes up to his, these turtles had white eyes… The turtles she knew have colored eyes. Raphael has bright, bright, Really Bright green eyes, and Donatello with red-ish eyes… *Clears Throat* “E, excuse me, miss.” Donny spoke, Karai watched him lower himself to her level… “You’re head, it’s still bleeding, let us help you.” Offering his help, his word, trust, Karai didn’t know what to do… In thought, her head lowered and eyes closed, looking away in silence. “Please.” Karai looked at him, going to say something back… *BLAST*…

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“WHAT THE!” Raph gasped. “What Was That?” The two orange mask turtles said instantly at the same time as the eight of them heard a loud explosion. Spotting smoke rise up in the night sky, Leo squinted his eyes… “Let’s Go!” “Finally! Some Excitement!” Raph twirled one Sai in his hand and followed his brother in blue… Racing across the rooftops, the eight turtles landed in different spots on the roof, the billboard and the water tower…

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*CRASH* “UGH!” Crashing into the trashcans, Donny grabbed his Bo staff and got back up with speed. “Karai, Go, Run back to the lair, We’ll hold them off.” *WHACK* Leo ordered her as he fought against Hun and the Foot. Unfamiliar with the guy named Hun, Karai flipped back, landing beside Leo and huffed. “Hey! I’m Not Weak. *SLASH* I Can Fight On My Own!” Jumping back in and faced Hun himself, Leo was taken by her fighting skills, her style of fighting, more skilled than he was… She was fast, smooth, great with her sword, Leo felt a sudden flutter in his stomach. “LEO UGH!” *CRASH* Knocked aside by Hun, Raph and Mikey landed on top of one another. “AHH OOF!” “HEY!” Donny yelled as he too got kicked down and crashed into his two brothers, knocking them down again. “Aww. You guys brought me a little friend.” *Chuckle, CRACK* Hun chuckled, cracking his knuckles taking a few steps towards her… “LITTLE!” Karai shouted. *GASP* Pulling out a big heavy gun with two hands, Karai gasped and looked to the turtles. Fighting the Foot, Karai looked back at Hun. “Sweet Dreams, Freaks!” A beam of light lit up the firearm and pointed at the turtle in red. “Raphael, MOVE!” *BLAST* Karai ran and pushed Raph aside with force. Karai’s body went cold, *GRAZED* Crashing down onto the floor hard letting a painful groan as she got hit by the blast. “KARAI!” Leo yelled. *CLANG* Dropping his Katanas and rushed over to her further down the alley. Followed by the three other turtles, Dropping onto hands knees, Leo panicked and turned her onto her back. “OW!” Pulling his hand away quickly, Karai’s armour was burning, heated metal. Steam coming off her body Donny gasped. “Oh God We Need To Get Her Back!” Burns and deep gashes on her face, her black clothing under her armour were ripped and torn, showing more bruises and burns. Raph was struck by it, her sacrifice. “Let’s Get Her Back Quick!” Leo picked up his weapons while Donny lifted Karai up in his arms and followed his brothers. “Mike! The Cover!” “On It!” Running ahead and lifted the manhole cover up in time, letting them climb down into the sewers first and jumped in last…

TBC - Chapter 2 - P4                                                     

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt crossover #leorai