No Apology NeededNo Apology Needed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No Apology Needed
(psst - I don't write death fics)
Raph's family stood around him as he lay strapped to the cot. They could see that he was suffering; his fever high, color off, and eyes glazed with pain. Don held the hypodermic that would end his brother's life in a shaking hand, but couldn't bring himself to administer the drug.
"Don," Leo whispered, looking up at his brother.
He had offered to give Raph what was in essence a lethal injection; he considered it his place to do so as the leader. Don refused the gesture; he had been Raph's doctor far too long to relinquish this final commitment.
"How long?" Mikey croaked in a voice totally unlike his own.
Don glanced at the clock. "Four hours. He's lasted longer than the humans who've been bitten."
Master Splinter set a soothing hand to his son's hot forehead. "He is very strong."
Taking that as a sign to wait a bit longer, Don looked down at Raph's face, trying to remain clinical and detached. Of course it wasn't possible; this
Encounters: Don and the CabbieEncounters: Don and the Cabbie3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don and the Cabbie
Donatello found that scrounging in a junk yard at two in the morning had certain advantages. He could take his time picking through the piles of stuff, he didn't have to worry about money, and best of all was that there was no one else around.
Don's brothers did not enjoy 'shopping' and rarely accompanied him on his explorations. That didn't particularly bother the intellectual turtle; he knew they did not have his type of imagination and so did not see the wondrous possibilities in all of the twisted and broken things the way that Don did.
His sojourn's out to the junk yard served another purpose as well. It gave Don some much needed alone time. He loved his family dearly, but being cooped up in the lair with them every day was trying. Especially when Michelangelo was bored.
It came as a surprise to him then when he heard the squeal of tires as an automobile was brought to a quick stop outside the tall fence. Not even a moment later another vehicl
DualityDuality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was her aura that drew his attention.
Sheer happenstance brought Master Splinter to the park in the late afternoon on that cold, blustery day. Michelangelo, for some unfathomable reason, had taken his cat Klunk to the surface. Klunk, normally quite mindful of Michelangelo's instructions, was nevertheless frightened by a loose dog and had bolted from his turtle father's arms.
It was fortunate for all concerned that Leonardo happened to be with the orange banded turtle when this had occurred and had quickly stopped Michelangelo from leaping into the open to chase his cat. Leonardo had gotten his extremely upset younger brother home and had taken over the explanation of what had happened while Michelangelo frantically dressed in his human clothes.
Seeing Michelangelo's agitation, Master Splinter had decided to accompany the two boys back to the park to search for Klunk. Master Splinter had donned his 'street' clothes, and together with his sons, had traversed the tunnels
Halloween with the MaskHalloween with the Mask2 years ago in Humor More Like This
- Whoa-hoo! Look at all these candies! I'm gonna finish them all in one go! Mikey proudly declared.
- And then straight to the dentist you go. Don rubbed his forehead, totally giving up - You really need to stop gobbling all the candy every Halloween.
- Why don't ya just leave the bone head ta suffer a few days, he might learn a lesson Raph tapped on his shoulder.
They just hit a jackpot this Halloween and hauled home pumpkin buckets full of candy and other sweet stuff. The youngest of them all couldn't wait and turned his bucket upside down, letting the stream of sweet piled up on the living room table. Leo, Raph, and Don joined him with their share of candy, since they didn't have much of a sweet tooth anyway. In one of the buckets, something that wasn't candy fell out.
- Hey, I don't remember we went shopping for mask? Don held up the jade object.
In the purple clad turtle's hand was a mask with no string or anything to attach it on. It had three slits wh
AcceptanceAcceptance3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The smog from Shredder's factories warred with the smoke produced by his army's path of destruction as it rolled and twisted around Leonardo's form.
Standing against a crumbling brick wall just outside of the latest rebel base, he tried to ignore the acrid smell of burning rubber and the more clinging scent of burning flesh. The stench clung to his coat and climbed into his pores even as the boom of nearby weapons fire assaulted his hearing.
A moment later the concussion shook the ground beneath his feet and sent mortar crumbling onto his shoulder. He absently brushed it away as he returned to his private thoughts.
Raphael found him exactly where he thought that Leo would be. His brother's unseeing eyes surveyed the demolished landscape, preferring the solitude here to a room filled with enough noise to rob him of another of his senses.
Moving towards Leo on nearly silent feet, Raph purposely made enough sound to warn the elder brother of his approach.
Leo's head turn
Can't StopWarnings: Angst, character death, turtlecest, slash, gay. Apocalyptic world~Can't Stop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometimes, it feels as if the sun will never show up again.
That it will continue to hide behind dark clouds and the night's massive shroud.
That it, just like everything good, will refuse to show up because of spite.
The roof is cold, the wind even more so.
The stars appear to be dust made of ice, sharp and cold and strange to imagine.
The clouds move through the night. Colored the darkest grey, lit by the moon.
They sit as close as they can, awkwardly and uncomfortable but it's warm and it's close.
Michelangelo rests his brow against his brother's shoulder.
He should be on the alert, make sure nothing will sneak up on them.
But there is nothing left.
Nothing but each other and a ratty blanket, and his brother is just as unaware of their surroundings as him.
He doesn't want to look at anything.
He doesn't want to see the cold stars, or the cold moon or the darkness ar
TMNT An AccidentOroku Saki had just given Leo a sword so he would think about joining saki's side.TMNT An Accident2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leo left Saki's warehouse and went on the roof.
"This is beautiful" I said to myself as I help the weapon in my hands.
I turned around to find Mikey jumping onto the roof followed by Raph and Donnie.
"You have some explaining to do!" Mikey terid for a impression of Master Splinter as he tapped his foot.
Raph walked up behind him with a frown on his face.
"Nice letter opener, is that the price for sellin out these days?" He asked.
"It's not like you think, I was invited to-"
"Ta join up with them!" Raph said making his way closer to me.
"No! well I mean yes, but it's different then we thought. Their not the enemy, at least I don't think they are. Eveything master Saki said-"
"Master Saki! what's up wit that!" Raph got in my face.
Then Donnie said.
"I thought we already had a master....Master Splinter" he said with his hands on his hips.
"Ya, remember him Leo? re
Between FriendsBetween Friends3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"No, absolutely not."
"Oh, please Raphael?"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"No way in hell lady."
"Have I ever told you you're my favourite turtle?"
"Oh, come on Raph. It's not going to be so bad."
"Firstly, yes it is. And secondly, I don't care how many times ya' been takin' lessons from Mikey, the puppy dog eyes ain't gonna work on me!"
"Please Raph? I would really appreciate it if you did this for me."
"Why do I get tha' feelin' ya' ain't gonna leave me alone til' I say yes?" Raphael sighed.
"So...is that a yes then?" April asked slowly, a smile twitching the corners of her mouth up.
"Fine, I'll do it!" Raphael gave in with a loud sigh, his amber eyes boring into April's. "But if ya' ever tell another soul bout' this ya' dead." He growled in warning.
April held up her hands in a reassuring gesture. "Scout's honour. Now let's go!"
"What's takin' ya' so long?" Raphael growled, folding his arms over his plastron like a petulant child. "Ya' been
I Wanna Be Like YouI Wanna Be Like YouI Wanna Be Like You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Splinter had never imagined that he would be a father but now that he is, he sees himself in each of his sons.
Becoming a father and raising four wonderful sons had never been a part of Splinter's plan. When he had been living in Japan as an unmutated rat, there had been no other rats around with which to procreate. Once he was in New York there hadn't been much time before his master was killed and females were the last thing on his mind.
He had been devastated at the loss of Yoshi and had taken to the sewers in search of solitude in which to mourn. He still wasn't sure why he had abandoned that solitude in order to rescue four baby turtles covered in green ooze except that something within him had called for him to do it.
Even after the mutation it would have been so much easier to just leave the turtles to fend for themselves. That's the way it was in the wild and he had no reason to argue against nature. In fact looking after those four helpless
Remembered FearRemembered Fear3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was always the same; every difficult fight brought it all back to him.
Leo broken, lying on the floor of April's apartment. Leo near death; bundled on a dilapidated couch in a too cold room inside Casey's farmhouse, battered, bruised and beaten.
Donny transformed, the soft brown eyes replaced by ones filled with rage and unrecognizable because of it. The genius they loved and counted on completely unreachable; so close to being lost to them for good.
Mikey trapped; a victim of jealousy and magic, being pummeled by a giant more than five times his size. Caught in a vicious gambit that was as much about politics as about the grudge match itself.
Master Splinter, father and sensei, the strict disciplinarian and loving protector. Going missing without a clue to his whereabouts after being injured in a rooftop fight. The idea of his loss had been unbearable; the pain of losing the only one who truly understood him intolerable.
Watching the van that held his best fr
Shredder's Valentine VictoryA/N: I always had a soft spot for Shredder, my fav villian... and always felt sad that he never scored with April. They make such a cute... no.... well, they're an interesting couple.Shredder's Valentine Victory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is something in the air today. Not just the smell of roses, or poems being recited to lovestuck people... No, it's more like the smell of death of a decaying relationship. And why shouldn't it be? It's Valentines day.
And currently, April O'Neil was busy getting rid of the decayed corpse of her relationship. As she threw clothes and some probably expensive things belonging to her new ex, Casey Jones, out her apartment window. He followed her pleading for forgivness. But she ignored him, as well as the yelling for help for a man who was just struck dead by an autograph baseball that fell from forty stories up.
"Babe, C'mon..." He dodged a vase ,"Alonda is a lot like April, the chick at the flower store mispelled your name.
Confession II. The can of raisins.Confession II. The can of raisins.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a sequel to Confession. You may want to read that first.
Disclaimer: this is turtlecest and I don't own any of the characters. Rated G because... well because it is.
It's been two days since the fiasco. Leo was still fuming. Not that he allowed it to show much, though.
Unaccustomed to defeat, he dealt with it the same way he dealt with his other unsettling failures, however rare they were. He shut off.
This time it was worse because it was way more personal. And there was no way he would open up again and admit that he was hurt.
Meditation turned into endless sulking and self-pity. Raph obviously wasn't interested in him this way. You don't spam out someone you like, right? So it was probably for better that Leo's confession fell on deaf ears? It probably saved him a humiliating rejection. This thought brought no comfort.
Since meditating didn't work, Leo resolved to his last sanctuary: practice. Focusing on his i
100 Themes Challenge - 002- SmileSmile100 Themes Challenge - 002- Smile2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Donatello sat working diligently on a puzzle. It was a five-hundred piece puzzle that Splinter had found for him while scavenging a day ago. Donnie hadn't stopped working on it since, except to sleep, eat, or learn or train.
“Whatcha doin', Donnie?” Mikey asked, sitting in front of the half-way done puzzle.
Donnie didn't look up. “Same thing I was doing twenty minutes ago when you asked that,” he mumbled.
“Pfft, puzzles are so boring!” Mikey said. “You should come play hide-and-seek with me or something.”
“Not now, Mikey, I want to finish my puzzle.”
Mikey pouted. “Can't you do that later? I'm bored.”
“Get Raphie or Leo to play with you.”
“But I wanna play with you. Besides, Raphie only wants to wrestle and he always ends up hurting me when he does that and all Leo wants to do is watch TV. Please, Donnie?”
Donnie sighed. “Not now, Mikey.”
“Well if you won't play with
100 Themes Challenge - 001- IntroIntro100 Themes Challenge - 001- Intro2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The four four-year-old turtles sat in a circle around their father in his dojo. Leonardo, the oldest, patiently sat Indian-style, his hands folded perfectly in his lap. To the left of him sat Raphael, who slouched and yawned, daydreaming about returning to his bed. Next to the bored and drowsy Raph sat Donatello, who was fully awake and eagerly awaiting the lessons his father would be teaching that day. And next to Donnie sat Michelangelo who was lying on his stomach playing with the loose threads in the rug beneath him.
Splinter sighed. “Michelangelo, please sit up.”
Mikey obeyed, but continued to play with the threads in the rug.
“What are we gonna learn today, Daddy?” Donnie finally asked.
“Donatello, as much as I love being your father, in this room, I am your teacher. You must call me Sensei. You may call me 'daddy' anywhere else,” Splinter explained.
“Sorry, Da...I mean, Sensei,” Donnie replied.
100 Themes Challenge - 006 -BreatheBreathe100 Themes Challenge - 006 -Breathe2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Splinter set down the last two platefuls of worms and algae in front of his youngest two sons.
“Thank you, daddy,” Donnie said. Mikey however only smiled in appreciation, his mouth already too full for him to speak.
“You are welcome, my sons,” he said and joined them for their early morning meal.
“Daddy, I have a question,” Leo began.
Splinter smiled. “Yes, my son, what is your question?”
“Can we play in the water later?”
Raph gasped. “Yeah I wanna play in the water! Please, daddy? Please?!”
“Please daddy!” Mikey pleaded, blowing chunks of algae all over his part of the table.
“Michelangelo,” Splinter scolded, “please, do not talk with your mouth full.”
Mikey swallowed. “Hai, Sensei.”
Splinter sighed. “I don't know, boys. You know how I feel about that sewer water.”
“We won't get sick, I promise,” Leo pleaded. “Please, daddy?
100 Themes Challenge - 029 -Keeping a Secret“I founded a story!” Michelangelo screeched as he sprinted into the dojo toward his father and three older brothers who sat in a circle.100 Themes Challenge - 029 -Keeping a Secret1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You did?” Splinter responded, but then Mikey nearly knocked the wind out of the poor rat when he thrust himself into his lap.
Raphael crossed his arms in a huff. “It's 'bout time.”
Splinter helped Mikey to find a comfortable position in his lap. “What did you choose?”
Mikey pushed the book just inches from his muzzle. “Nurs'ry Rhymes!”
“No! That's for babies.” Raph protested.
“Well, Mikey's still a baby,” Leo argued. “He still likes the Nursery Rhymes!”
Mikey gave Leo a death glare. “I'm not a baby, Leo! I'm a big boy too! I like da rhymes 'cuz I'm smart, right Donnie?”
Donnie nodded. “I still like the rhymes! Am I baby too, Leo?” he challenged.
Splinter took the book and grinned. “That is enough boys. None of you are too old.
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 6Raphael's phone vibrated on his bedside table, shaking his attention from the book in his hands. He pulled the homemade bookmark from the back of the book and slid it in on his current page.Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 610 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He saw the notification was a text from Casey.
“Dude r u still in trubl im bord”
Raph sighed. It was only his third day of being grounded to his bedroom, but it felt like it had been months. Hour after hour he had been forced to remain in that musty, desolate bedroom with nothing to do but read, count the cracks in the cinder block walls, and wait for what seemed like forever for meals. If there was a hell, Raph was sure he had died and gone there.
“Yea still in trouble sry man.”
If there was ever time that Raph saw his best buddy as saintly, it was now. After the stupid way he had acted that night, Casey so easily forgave him, whereas he could tell everyone else was still heated. He knew that was because, though he did not agree with the behavior, he understoo
Second Chance - Chapter 4 - GoSplinter bent down in front of his oldest toddler and grabbed onto his chubby three-fingered hands. The little one flashed him an eager grin as Splinter carefully pulled him up onto his feet.Second Chance - Chapter 4 - Go2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Splinter checked over the wobbly toddler to make sure that he was stable.
“Are you okay?” he quietly asked him while holding onto his midsection.
“Uh-huh,” Leo replied.
Splinter slowly released his hold on him and then walked several feet in front of him and knelt down. He flashed Leo an encouraging smile and held out his hands.
“Okay, Leonardo,” he said, “come to me.”
Leo concentrated as he subtly moved his foot in front of him, trying not to lose his balance and risk bumping his backside on the hard floor yet again. He was surprised to see that it had made it back to the floor in front of him before he was able to lose his balance. With slightly more confidence, he lifted the other foot and set it back down in front of the other. He was still on hi
Shredded Past, Shredded Future - Chapter 2“Knock, knock!” Usagi called as he emerged through the entrance of the subway station. He looked around the main room and saw no one. “Yoshi?”Shredded Past, Shredded Future - Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I am here.”
Usagi turned his head to see his newly mutated companion standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking haggard as he held Raphael in his arms, feeding him a bottle. He chuckled.
“You look tired, my friend.”
Splinter smiled. “I had forgotten how exhausting infants can be.”
Usagi stood before him and stared at the little one dozing off in Splinter’s arms.
“They kept you up, did they?”
Splinter sighed. “Oh yes. In only a few hours, I changed six diapers. Donatello kept trying to crawl away, Raphael kept waking up and fussing for reasons I could not figure out, Michelangelo kept waking up wanting a bottle, and Leonardo kept crawling on me trying to bite me.” He chuckled. “It has been an eventful night.”
“Well I do not have anyth
Claiming Him part 2Claiming Him part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story contains TCest
There was no formality about the noon day meal in the Turtle's household; it was mostly catch-as-catch-can. Mikey was happy to find that he had the kitchen to himself.
Morning practice had left him in no mood to interact with Raph. Mikey was pretty sure his hot blooded sibling would be happy to pick up where he'd left off and the youngest brother was just not interested.
Mikey didn't know exactly when his three older brothers had started being intimate with each other; he only knew that he'd caught on to the fact about a month ago. He still had no idea who began the whole thing but he could understand why.
They were doomed to a damned lonely existence; even if some human found them attractive in that way, they couldn't risk that kind of involvement. Relationships go bad, as Master Splinter's favorite shows depicted all of the time, and when that happened, people got vindictive.
Michelangelo was fairly resigned to the fact that he wasn't g
What Can Never Change ($$ please)A bit of developmental research and I stopped being upset by fem!turtles in the fandom. This is where my medical research has led me and sorry to scare 2k3 turtle fans but Bishop said he had not been able to get samples free of mutagen warping the DNA. Light wistful Mike/Angel here which leads the guys to swearing off mammals. Yes, it could be dangerous even as a lemon focus. One day I may get through the next novelette and introduce what I think could give the guys hope-- but for now, grab your tissues.What Can Never Change ($$ please)9 months ago in Drama More Like This
Donatello knew that Angel had been getting closer to Michelangelo for years before they began a long-distance relationship during her first year in college. So, other than his complete immersion in his experiments and repairs, Donatello had no excuse to feel blind-sided by Mike's query shortly before spring break. The eager hope he saw in his brother's shy pose brought a lump to his throat.
"I mean it, Donnie! Angel is giving me hints that sh
ChallengeNo children are perfect, and no children are always easy. Hamato Yoshi knew this fact first hand from his four three-year-old sons.Challenge2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His presumed oldest, Leonardo, was easy on most accounts. He never fussed too much about bedtime, didn't often pick at his dinner, and much like Michelangelo and Donatello, he loved bath time. Getting Leo to give up the television always proved to be a task, however. The second an animated character popped up on the screen, especially if it was his favorite program, Space Heroes, he was inseparable from that overrated box of colorful images.
“Leonardo, it is time to turn off the cartoons,” Splinter said to his son who was mesmerized by the beckoning action cartoon. “I must watch the news.”
“No-o-o!” Leonardo whined. “News stupid!”
“Little one, I have asked you not to use that word,” Splinter scolded, “it is not a kind word.”
“Don't wanna watch da news. Watch cartoon!”
BurnGentle fingers reached into a small box of rectangular proportions. They shuffled around inside before retreating, a randomly chosen matchstick gripped between them. In one quick motion, the match was drug across the side of the box, rasping across the rough surface of red phosphorus. The friction brought the match to life with a snap and the orange flamed illuminated the face of its creator.Burn3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Leonardo knelt in the middle of his room, surrounded by darkness except for the burning light he held in his hand. With somber eyes, the leader watched the small fire flicker for a moment and then touched it to the blackened wick of a candle on the stones in front of him. The bundle of threads eagerly accepted the fire, lighting instantly to help combat the darkness by forcing it to take the shape of shadows.
Leo extinguished the match with a quick shake of his hand and tossed it aside. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he stared at the candle flame that danced for him. His mind was troubled with h