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THE OWL HOUSE
~ perhaps you’ll be my first request?
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES
Drabble Dump
↳ rise!donnie, 2012!donnie, rise!mikey, rise!casey x Y/N (female and g/n)
Multiple
↳ “ tickle-fest ” ; rise!boys x g/n
↳ romantic headcanons ; donnie, leo, april x girly!g/n
↳ “ wedding bells ” ; platonic!rise!boys x g/n
↳ “ two-in-one “ ; rise!boys x vigilante!g/n
↳ “ errand day ” ; rise!boys x curly-haired!fem!y/n
↳ “ green with envy “ ; rise!boys x g/n
Leonardo Hamato
↳ “ the chair-ry on top ” ; rise!leo x g/n
↳ “ the treasure’s treasure “ ; rise!leo x g/n; chair-ry sequel!
↳ “ skin hunger touch-starved ” ; rise!leo x touch-starved!g/n
↳ “ gotcha, leo’s wrong! “ ; rise!leo x male!y/n
↳ “ come clean! “ ; rise!leo x female!soccer!y/n
↳ “ sorry i took so long ” ; rise!leo x female!potioned!y/n
↳ “ target practice ” ; rise!leo x goblin!g/n
Raphael Hamato
↳ “ teensy-weensy hiccup, oops! ” ; 2012!raph x g/n
Flashback to that "stupid mission" that Mikey mentioned last chapter. I figured present Mikey needs a little nap so let's see what happened before all of this toddler business.
request: hi!!! I really hope this isn't too much or something but if it is, you can always reject it
anyway can I get a rise! Mikey x chubby reader who keeps getting body shamed by both their parents?
make it fluff too please I'm going through really rough times right now
🝮 “ venus of willendorf “
mikey x chubby g/n !
author’s note: While I do have plenty other requests, this latest one felt necessary to get into quickly, so I held off on other fics to knock it out. The intro does contain hurt, so if you want to skip any triggering stuff to jump straight into the fluffy then scroll to the red line! :) like in one piece >:3
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“ Gettin’ a little chunky there, yknow.”
Y/N sat slouched at the dining table, cross-legged in the chair and eating. It was nothing special, just some white rice and roasted vegetables. It was seasoned well—carrots soft, sweet potatoes vaguely sweet yet tenderly savory, onions crunchy yet devoid of their stinging, gross, raw flavor. It was an enjoyable homestyle meal.
It was an “enjoyable” … … meal..
“ I don’t think I am.. ”
Their voice was low and weak, the kind of tone that had obviously been beaten and battered into submission. They felt their stomach turn and their appetite dissipate. Y/N rose their gaze to meet their mother’s eye as she stood in the kitchen.
“ Really? The fat’s spilling over your jeans.”
Y/N settles uncomfortably in their seat, light movements to try and “ tuck ” themselves deeper into their clothes. Their posture straightened.
“ It was probably just from me slouching over. Bad posture. ”
“ Pft. Whatever you say, piggy.”
Their mother laughed. It was hard to be the child of a mother who once had the idolized skinny body—a cheerleader, to make matters worse. She hadn’t missed a day yet without pointing out something in your body. It was always done in lighthearted jabs, the type that a bully would use to manipulate a sense of “ friendship ”.
If you took it to heart, she would double down— ‘ maybe if you just got off your lazy ass, ’ or ‘ what? I’m not the one asking for seconds, ’ or ‘ didn’t you just eat a few hours ago? ’.
There was never a chance to win.
“ … Okay. ”
Y/N conceded, feeling the previous satisfaction of a warming tummy churn into a greedy guilt. They regretted eating, wondered how much praise they would receive instead of they didn’t eat anything all day.
Would she be happy if you didn’t eat? Would she compliment you? Would she notice the fewer meals, fewer dirty dishes, and food that lasted longer or rotted faster?
…
Would you be happy?
Y/N rose up with a painful silence, taking their unfinished bowl and taking it to the counter. First, a lid, then, a storage container. If eating now was the problem—if the serving size was the problem—then it should be stretched. As they scooped the food quietly into the bowl, tummy whimpering like a sad puppy, their mother leaned elbow to the counter and rested her head in her hand.
“ What, so now you’re going to be a dick about it? ”
Y/N felt cold. Their next words had to be purposely orchestrated to leave no room for insolence.
“ No, I’m just not hungry anymore. I’m full. ”
“ Bullshit. ”
Their tongue suddenly felt misplaced in their mouth. All their body parts felt misaligned, and their body felt wrong. First came the uncomfortable motions, subtle gestures like lifting and dropping their shoulders as if shimmying clothes into place. Their posture straightened, back cracking.
Their lungs emptied then refilled with all new oxygen.
“ What do you—mm… Ugh.. Never mind. ”
“ What.”
“ Nothing.. Excuse me. ”
Wrong answer. Tears were welling up already as Y/N put the container in the fridge and left to go towards the door.
“ Where do you think you’re going? What, you’re just upset that I called you fat? Cause you are. ”
“ Doesn’t give you the right to be mean to me. ”
“ I’m your mother, I made you. I can say whatever I want. ”
“ … ”
Y/N’s lips tightened, fighting back a worsening expression as tears started streaming down in a quickening pace. Ignoring their mother, they pulled out their phone and went out anyways.
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fluff incoming <33
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“ That’s no fair, Mikey! You’re just button smashing. Play it right! ”
“ If it’s so wrong, then why am I winning~<3. ”
Mikey and Leo were spending time playing some sort of player versus player game. Leo’s choice was an obviously strong character who would begin flexing as their idle animation.
Mikey’s choice was a cutesy character who would strike a ‘ nya! ’ pose as an idle..
As the orange banded brother button smashed, his cutesy avatar would flicker through the fighting animations sporadically, spamming overlaying voice notes of ‘ meow! ’, ‘ mew! ’, ‘ meyow! ’, ‘ NYA! ’.
So far the game was stuck 1-3, with Mikey in the lead, and Leo two seconds from turning the fight into an IRL.
“ Ugh, Mikey! Learn to play! ”
“ I am learning! ”
“ Buttonsmashing is not learning. ”
Leo jabbed a few coordinated attacks, only for them to fail.
“ Oh, but brother dearest, buttonsmashing is something to learn. Otherwise, why’s there a word for it? ”
Mikey laughed as Leo blindly reached out his arm and swatted at him while the other hand manned the controller. He was seconds away from winning his fourth match as his phone began chirping a lovely tune. Immediately, the game was abandoned.
“ Whuh—hey! You threw the match on purpose, didn’t you?! ”
“ My love is asking for me, Leo, I cannot play such silly games when my love calls! ”
“ DUDE WHAT THE F—“
Mikey skipped out of the room, closing the door on his brother as he ragequit.
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♡︎ DEAREST LOML 3m ago
Mikey?
Please answer..
Can I come over?
Don’t be mad..
You 2m ago
Why would I be mad? Of course you can come over! I’d love to see you!
♡︎ DEAREST LOML 1m ago
I’m in your room..
Where are you? :(
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Mikey’s feet pitterpattered excitedly as he practically skipped to his room. He swung open the door with a flamboyant twirl, landing into a bow at Y/N’s feet at the edge of his bed. As he reached for their hand, ready to place a kiss and play around with some princely character, his face paled as his eyes met teary ones.
Immediately he crumbled, cupping their hands in his, his thumb gently stroking the surface.
“ Whoa! My love, what’s wrong? Are you okay? ”
Y/N shook their head in response and held their arms outstretched for a hug. Their lips quivered with each sniffle, tears leaving shimmery paths down their cheeks.
Mikey lunged to close his door to provide private, focused attention, then immediately lunged to wrap himself around Y/N in a tight, comforting hug.
They nuzzled into the crook of his neck, crying slobbering as he cooed and stroked their hair.
“ It’s alright.. it’s okay.. ”
He murmured softly, holding them close. Spooked, curious, he had so many questions he wanted to ask. What was wrong? Who was bothering you? What could he do?
None of which he voiced, giving as much room as he could for Y/N to relieve any pressure and emotion needed.
When they finally quieted down, Mikey placed a soft kiss to their forehead.
“ … sorry.. ”
Mikey’s fingers gently pet Y/N’s scalp, stroking downwards in a predictable manner.
“ No need. ”
His voice held no hostility or weight. It was gentle, welcoming.
“ I… I was sad.. ”
He held you as though the rest of the world melted way. With a gentle tug to your shoulder resting against his arm beneath you, he moved your position to his back resting against the wall and you between his legs, resting snug against his plastron.
“ That’s fine.. Do you want to talk about it? ”
Y/N shook their head, starting to sniffle again in his embrace. They pressed themselves into him as though they’d get smaller and smaller, disappearing into him.
“ That’s fine, too. ”
He responded, hugging them. There was no need to explain, and he’d never pry just to satiate curiosity.
Eventually, his other hand interlocked with Y/N’s and gently led it to rest against his thigh. His thumb rubbed circles, stroking the skin. He would occasionally press another kiss to their forehead in the shared silence and chuckle lightly while stroking their hand.
“ … What’re you laughing about? ”
“ Your hands are really cute. I like squishing them. ”
Y/N pouted, their fingers subtly folding in.
“ … You don’t think they’re.. ”
They felt Mikey tilt his head, likely in confusion at their having stopped the sentence short.
“ You don’t think they’re.. too.. ”
The words felt heavy in their throat. Their voice died, growing so small they wouldn’t blame Mikey if he doesn’t hear them anymore.
“ Am I too heavy? ”
Y/N settled for a more roundabout way, searching just for something they knew they didn’t want to hear.
“ You? Never. ”
“ … Bullshit.. ”
Y/N responded, sniffling again as they buried their face into Mikey’s plastron.
“ Whoa! Such language.. You never use those words. ”
Mikey gently took your chin in his index and thumb, urging you to look up. When you refused, he frowned.
“ Hey.. C’mon, look up, please? ”
His voice held a pillowy softness. Something you could get drunk on. A satisfying affection..
Y/N obliged, letting him raise their head, albeit not making eye contact.
“ Something bad happened? ”
Their eyes trailed to the opposite side, still not making eye contact.
“ Was it.. ”
Mikey held his tongue, and Y/N then made eye contact. The pleading in their eyes met the searching in his, answering his question silently.
“ … Figures. ”
He leans in to place a kiss on your forehead before then shimmying both you and him to the edge of the bed. There, he whisked you up in his arms and stood up.
“ Easy as pie! ”
His beaming smile was blinding.
“ What’re you..? ”
“ Proving you’re not heavy. ”
Y/N pouted. So he knew—easily..
“ But I am.. I’ve been getting bigger.. I eat too much.. ”
“ Hm? No, actually I’d say you’re lighter than usual. That’s a bad thing. ”
“ How is it bad to be lighter? That means I’m losing weig—ah! ”
Y/N squealed as they were spun around and then dropped back onto the bed. Mikey climbed over and flopped on them, pressing his weight lightly as his arms snaked underneath to pull them into a tight hug.
“ It’s bad! So so bad… ”
“ How! ”
“ Cause I get less of you.. ”
“ What?! ”
Y/N squirmed, trying to push him away.
“ That’s dumb. I’ll be better when I’m thinner. ”
“ Why does it matter? Weight is weight. You’re comfortable as you are. I love you as you are. ”
Mikey leaned to the side, lifting his weight off Y/N to stare into their eyes. his hand cupped their cheek.
They felt like a specimen under a scope. Their hand trailed down to touch their stomach as if it were something dirty.
Mikey searched your face for something he could make sense of.
“ But it’s you. You’re not bad. You’re lovely. ”
“ But I’m fat.. ”
“ Who says fat can’t be lovely? ”
“ My mother! My father too, even if he doesn’t say it—not saying anything is just the same as agreeing with it.. ”
Y/N scooted up into a sitting position. They saw how their stomach pushed from the slouching seat and immediately looked away. Tears welled up again.
Mikey followed suit, his hand hovering near their stomach before gingerly pressing against it.
“ Do I get a say? ”
Y/N trembled under the touch. Mikey was their world, and anything he did made them oh-so happy, but… When he held… It felt like acknowledging it. Like addressing the elephant in the room.
Their gaze met Mikey’s, lip quivering. Their silence carried an allowance to continue.
“ I think fat is lovely. It adds shape and form, and before our modern day, it was held as a status of royalty and desirability! ”
“ … You’re making that up.. ”
“ Am not. Have you ever heard of the ‘Venus of Willendorf’? ”
“ Villain dwarf? ”
Mikey nodded, moving over you to stand up.
“ It was a depiction of a fat woman, plump and round! Many societies had similar depictions and even some nomadic cultures carried one with! Do you know how important something is to be carried by a nomad? ”
“ H-How important? ”
“ Very! You only carry the bare minimum—the essentials! And for a long time, idols reminding the people of the perfect form was essential. See, a plumper woman indicated wealth. She could afford to eat. It also meant she was quite sexy! ”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at such an unexpected exclamation from sweet Mikey.
“ What’s your point…? ”
“ That you’re perfect. I love you. There’s no exceptions. There’s no hidden fine print. I love every part of you. Especially the squishy bits. ”
Mikey stepped closer, moving onto the bed again. This time, you laid back a bit, and he laid down against your tummy, smiling contentedly as his arms snaked around your waist.
“ The chub keeps you safe, warm, and sexy. ”
“ Eek! Stop, don’t say that. ”
“ What, sexy? You don’t want me to call your stomach sexy? ”
“ Aaaahhh! It sounds so weird! ”
Y/N buried their face in their hands. Silence blanketed them for a few beats, nothing but the thundering heartbeat in their chest.
“ EEP! ”
And then a shriek of surprise. Mikey had placed a light kiss upon your stomach. A tickling, unexpected gesture.
Not exactly unwelcomed, but more so unfamiliar.
“ If you have any complaints about the chub, I don’t mind having some alone time. ”
“ When you say it like that, it sounds nefarious.. ”
Mikey glanced up at Y/N, his cheek pressed against their stomach. He smiled then moved one of his arms to hook under their thigh. Lightly, he moved it to cross over his shoulder, nestling snug between tummy and thigh.
“ I can neither confirm nor deny. ”
“ Are you having fun? ”
“ Plenty. ”
He placed a kiss against your thigh.
Somehow, the light gestures and persistent contact made your parents’ opinion feel… Non existent. As though it were as important as dust.
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request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??
🝮 “ sun flare ”
rise!mikey x vigilante!g/n
author’s note: the way this has just been sitting in my notes for how long?? Gosh.. I sure did miss writing for yall, and not a day’s gone by that I haven’t thought about it.. This is.. Part two of four for the vigilante request? Let’s see if I can actually finish those other two haha!
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Bored in the lair, Mikey aimlessly walks towards the living room couch with his phone in hand. He scrolls through contacts until his thumb hovers over your name.
“ Hmmm… They might be busy today, but it never hurts to ask! ”
After shooting you a text to hang out and waiting patiently on the couch for nearly an entire hour, he eventually rolls off the cushions and onto his feet to find something to distract himself. At least until he hears back from you.
This eventually leads him straight to Donnie’s doorstep (roomstep?).
“ Ohhhh Donnie~! ”
In a sing-songy tune, Mikey invites himself into his brother’s room. Donnie doesn’t spare him a glance but rather a swift raise of his hand waving acknowledgement of his presence.
“ What’re you doing? ”
Mikey inquires as he comes up and drapes his hands over Donnie, resting his chin on his shoulder while his eyes flit across the large display. It looks like different camera angles, all showing various spots across town.
“ Just keeping an eye on the city. There has been a vigilante out doing our job lately. ”
“ Oh! Do you mean Sun Flare? I love them! ”
Donnie lulls his head towards Mikey then rolls his eyes.
“ I don’t know if you notice, Mikey, but too many heroes on the scene can jeopardize our position. ”
“ How? It’ll just make it safer in my opinion! ”
“ Opposing morals and values, lack of cohesive coordination, heroic malpractice, rise in alarm to local human authorities—why, there’s such a rich litany of ‘what can go wrong’, mon frère! ”
Donnie’s fingers skirt across the keyboard rapidly, shuffling in and out of the camera angles. While Mikey didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, he did perk up at a bizarre sight he caught in one camera angle before it vanished.
“ Wait! ”
He cries, straightening up and pointing at the right corner display.
“ Go back, Donnie—go back to that last one! ”
Furrowing his brows in confusion, Donnie obliges nonetheless. As he swaps to the previous angle, Mikey idly taps Donnie’s shoulder and shakes his head, muttering ‘ no, not that one, the other one… no, the other… ‘
Backtracking two more displays, Donnie nearly leapt out his skin as Mikey pointed aggressively and shouts.
“ STOP! … See? There, that’s Sun Flare! Oh, they’re fighting the Foot—see Donnie? They’re helping! ”
Mikey’s hands rest on Donnie’s shoulders, shaking him vigorously. He watches starry-eyed as the vigilante holds their own against the Foot Recruits. It was exhilarating, up until the point where they seem distracted by something at their side. The vigilante rummages in their pockets, pulling out a phone. For only a moment, they leave themselves open, unaware of a grunt sneaking up behind them.
“ Gasp! Sun Flare, no, behind you! Behin—!! ”
Mikey sucks in a breath so sharply that Donnie winces and covers his ears, grumbling ‘ ow, knock it off ‘.
As the vigilante, Sun Flare, is dragged away by the recruits, Mikey looks just about ready to jump through the image.
“ Donnie, where is that? I have to go help them, Sun Flare’s, like, my most favorite hero ever! ”
“ Firstly, legally speaking, they’re a vigilante, not a hero, and secondly, you’re better off letting it go. The displays on the bottom are just old recordings. The middle and left column displays are my ‘live displays’ ”
“ WHAT? Donnie, how long has it been since that happened?! ”
With a swipe of his mouse, Donnie props his elbow on the desk and leans his cheek into his hand.
“ Eh, looks like it’s been about an hour. ”
Groaning, Mikey’s hands drop from Donnie’s shoulders to his chair’s back and shake it rather obnoxiously.
“ Dooonnieeee!! Come on, I have to save them, do you know where they took Sun Flare?? ”
Swatting away his brother, Donnie growls out an ‘ okay, okay! stop it! ’ and makes quick work of locating similar recordings that may have captured the Foot recruit’s escape.
To no one’s surprise, he’s able to follow it right back to a shady looking building. The video display shows them hauling the vigilante in, along with a couple of mutants and random crates. Donnie leans in, squinting at the scene.
“ Is that… the Foot’s hideout? What’re they doing with all those mutants? ”
“ Thanks Donnie, you’re the best! ”
Mikey is quick to scurry right on out the room before his brother can even stop him.
Donnie rises from his chair and drops the mouse. He shouts for Mikey to wait, but unfortunately the orange-banded turtle was much too far to hear.
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Unbeknownst to dearest Mikey, you were actually a step away from freedom already.
Like dum-dums, those Foot grunts had tossed you into a cell without any second thought, slammed the gate closed, and went on to whatever else they did at homebase.
Completely unaware of you having swiped their keys during your dramatic flailing.
“ What a joke. This is supposed to be the nefarious group terrorizing the city? They’re obviously not bright enough. ”
With your back flat against the wall, you peek around the corners to scope out the coast before snaking a few tools from the small bag you kept adhered to your thigh. Several mystic trinkets filled it, all that you had gotten your hands on a little over a year ago with Mikey’s help. They were neat little things, depending on how you used it.
Hold them between your hands long enough to melt into a lotion-like substance, and you got yourself an insanely-strong adhesive—you commonly used this for stealth missions like this, scaling up walls and crawling on the ceiling. In absurdly large corridors like those of the Foot’s hideout, the likelihood of someone noticing you up there is hilariously low.
You were intending to continue up the walls to a window out and then scale down and escape.
Escape was within reach, and you were fully prepared to get out of here without a second wasted.
But! You unfortunately overheard an interesting tidbit between some grunts.
Something about a clumsy, stupid mutant?
You crawl a bit lower down the wall, closer to the room to hear better what they were talking about. Back when you were fighting them, right before you got a test message, you did notice they seemed to be targeting and capturing mutants for some reason. And there was a cage of them, too, when you were being brought to your own little cell.
What were they up to…?
“ I can’t believe they want us to waste our time on this ugly mutant. I mean, look at this, who’s he think he is? An artist? The next Picasso? ”
“ Oh, cringe. What shitty art.. Why do they want us to get the littlest one of those turtles anyways? ”
“ I heard it’s because he’s the dumbest and the easiest. ”
The guards snicker in their office, wasting their time as they threw jab after jab towards what you assumed was a file of sorts on Mikey.
…
Escape be damned. You were beginning to boil in your skin listening to them.
Was a lousy couple of grunts from a crappy group called FEET really badmouthing your beau? His stickers are adorable, and he IS an artist—a talented one at that! Cuter than they could imagine!
So, remember those cute little mystic toys? If you want to use them for some offense-based power, pop one in your mouth. Don’t swallow, just chew. Grind it between your teeth until it sounds like pop rocks, and you’re ready.
You slap some more lotion-like substance around your boots for good measure, and aim the tips of the toe to the door frame. In one swift motion, you free fall for a second, cross your arms out of annoyance, and swing into an upside down hang in the doorway.
“ For a couple of Chatty Cathy’s, you sure make it easy to get ambushed. ”
As the grunts try to respond to your sudden appearance, you grind your teeth once more against the substance, then spit a piece of the chewed wad towards the grunts. As the orange mass mixes with the air, it sparks increasingly until it collides with the counter. You kick off the door frame and land on the ground with one hand steeling your balance, and rise.
The explosion knocks the guards to their feet as you ready to fight them, only to find out they were weak enough for that simple attack to do them in.
“ Oh come on, no way.. That’s so embarrassing for you two.. ”
Unfortunately, it did alert nearby guards into coming to investigate. Cursing under your breath, you look around to see there were no other ways outside from the way you came, and already Foot members were closing in.
Relax, just a couple more items from your pouch, a few quick combats, and then you’re out of here!
“ It’ll be fiiiine… ”
Tiredly, you went into the hallway and prepared to fight the oncoming waves of grunts. Maybe you weren’t up for this, but you wouldn’t go down without trying first. Your stance was unsteady, fighting spirit having diminished from the absurdity of the two trash talkers going down so quickly.
“ Ugh.. I just want to go home and see Mikey.. ”
You pout, lunging to sock the first grunt in the jaw before dropping to the ground swiftly to dodge a grunt from behind. His strike instead hit another Foot member. While you might’ve held your own for a few hits and dodges, there was only so much the infamous Sun Flare could take in a day before they were… well… Kaput.
Once someone caught grip of your wrist, then your ankle, you sighed and relented, already working on Jailbreak pt.2.
That is, until a distant battle cry pierced through.
“ WA-HOO! ”
As suddenly as it was heard, a huge explosion of debris followed. The wall crumbled like paper as some hunkajunk car rolled through and knocked down half of the crowd like bowling pins. With the setting sun filtering in, an all-too-familiar frame stood triumphantly in its beams. Once his joyous eyes settled on you being held by measly Foot recruits, his expression soured, and he launched into action.
His movements were almost too quick to follow as he pounced the enemies down, usually in one fell swoop of his fiery weapon—did it have a name? It sure did have personality.
“ Sun Flare, watch out! ”
Instinctively, you swung your arm back, elbow colliding with a grunt who tried to take advantage of your distraction. Quickly, you stumbled backwards and ended up colliding back to back with Mikey.
“ Don’t worry, Sun! I’m a huge fan. Oh, and I’m Mikey! Wait, less tally, more fighty! Sorry, I’m so excited!! ”
Your chest swells with affection, filling you up with warmth as his simple presence rekindled your fighting spirit.
“ Right! ”
You shout, electricity crackling behind your eyes as you shot forth to the crowd before you, hands dipping into the pouch at your leg to take out a particular mystic weapon shaped like a shovel. Swipe once at the ground, and—
“ Agh! ”
“ Whoa! The floor?! It’s—“
“ It’s moving! ”
The ground ahead of the cut would immediately contort and melt into a semi-liquidy form. The tack upon your shoes still worked enough for you to take a leap to the wall, running sideways against it as you chewed a couple more pieces of the mystic gum.
Mikey turned, watching with big eyes as he recognized the stance you were assuming. Like a true fan boy, he couldn’t help but shout out the same signature attack name you had been caught saying on multiple recordings across the city.
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
“ FLARE SEED BLAST! ”
Kicking off the wall, momentum swung your body upside down as you positioned your hand around your mouth like a tight chamber for the lodged attack to pump out of. Similar to a BB gun, the wads from your mouth shot amongst the crowd and set off a chain of explosions resembling miniature sun flares blooming.
You intended to catch yourself and land coolly against the ground, but instead you were shocked to feel warmth wrap around you and a sturdy chest hold you secure. Mikey had caught you, touching down in the position you were imagining—one knee against the ground and your fist planted for balance.
For a few seconds of the fight coming to a settle, you remained in his embrace, cheek pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes trailed up to his face, a strong, stoic expression washing across the floor to make sure the battle was through.
As he snapped out of it and looked down at you, his expression melted away to something akin to embarrassment.
“ … Ah—! Sorry. ”
Mikey shot up and let you to your feet, his gaze suddenly avoiding you as he stammered around his words.
“ I-I saw them—you, well, when, it was hours ago! You’re my favorite hero, so I just, and uh— Well—“
As his words came out completely wrong, fatigue washed over you. He was such a hero, even rushing to your rescue. There was no doubt in your mind that he was the farthest from an idiot. Truly your sweet, beloved artist..
Your body moves on its own, quick yet soft, pulling Mikey into an embrace to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.
“ I missed you.. ”
You mutter, staring lovingly into his eyes. They held shock in them, reflecting an emotion of daze and… huh? Why did he seem so … Unhappy?
Mikey pushes you back, covering his mouth immediately.
“ Whoa! I-I’m, I’m grateful, truly, but this is wrong! ”
“ What? Why? We always kiss? ”
You tilted your head in confusion while Mikey gawked, paling to a color you hadn’t imagined possible for him.
“ W-WHAT?!? No, no, look! You’re my favorite hero, I promise—“
“ Oh—“
“ But I’ll have you know—“
“ Wait?”
“—I have a very lovely partner waiting home for me! I love them very much—“
“ No, Mikey—“
“ And as flattered as I am for my favorite hero to like me, I would never betray my lovely Y/N!”
He was pacing in circles as you were trying to interrupt and stop him. Amidst your fatigue, you completely forgot about this whole vigilante identity being a secret. While you would’ve been upset any other time, his loyalty to you was too heartwarming.
“ Mikey! ”
You tug off your mask, smiling forgivingly.
“ It’s me, love, calm down. ”
He stares at you silently, long enough for you to start worrying he might be mad. You open your mouth to try and plead your case, only to be cut off by his sudden screech.
“ NO WAY! Oh mi gosh, oh mi gosh, oh mi GOSH! ”
He sweeps you up immediately, one hand on your lower back while the other nestled under your rump. Spinning you around, his feet did happy little tippy taps.
“ My sweet lovely beautiful Y/N is also the amazing and wonderful new-hero-on-the-scene SUN FLARE? Oh my—IS THE NAME A REFERENCE TO ME? It has to be! ”
He was glowing with pride as you laughed in his arms. His grip loosened to slide you back down, shifting instead to pull you close into a kiss.
“ Pft—Mikey, is it that obvious? Sun Flare? ”
He peppers your entire face and neck in kisses.
“ It is now! ”
The two of you melt into each other’s embrace, completely forgetting the mess around you… You want nothing more than to go home and rest, as does Mikey probably, so you both walk to the hole in the wall Mikey left.
The damage was sure to piss off the entire clan, but you’d handle that another day.
“ … I feel like I’m forgetting something..”
You mumbled, glancing at Mikey who casted a puzzled look. He intended to follow up with something along the lines of “ nonsense ! you’re just tired.. ” but you were both unceremoniously met with the rest of his brothers swinging in.
“ Whoa, there was a party and I wasn’t invited?! ”
“ Leo, hush. Mikey, you should—What? Why is Y/N here? ”
“ Michael, it would behoove you to stay long enough for me to finish running diagnostics—hello Y/N who is actually vigilante Sun Flare, Leo owes me 5$ now—but next time, do not leave until I finish investigating so I could have told you the Foot Clan is nabbing all the Mutants in New York! ”
Seeing all the brothers arrive with such an air of determination had you wilting with exhaustion.
guess who’s back 🥰🎉☀️🐢🧡 this was so cute!! love how even while fighting Sun Flare wouldnt miss a text from Mikey and it being the reason for their capture 😂
request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??
🝮 “ neon cyan! ”
rise!leo x vigilante!g/n
author’s note: pt.3 of the vigilante s/o thing. teehee <3 I dunno if I’ll do these again since they’re exhausting. I like coming up with all different stories so it’s not, like… redundant, but gosh does that take more time and energy! take pity upon your sweet little author <33 anyways, how do you pronounce cyan? See-yon or Sigh-awn?
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Anyone would think it is a tough job as the dearly beloved to one of New York’s strongest heroes, but that would only be the case for someone who doubts themselves.
For you in particular, it stood only as a bar to surpass—a challenge to take down!
There was only one person who loved the spotlight more than Leonardo Hamato, and that was you—Y/N!
Or rather.. New York’s newest undefeatable vigilante…
“ Neon Cyan! ”
“ Lame—OW! ”
This particularly lazy afternoon with Leo was spent flipping through the newest release of “New Heroes York!”where the front page starred a flashy ‘ WHO’S BEHIND THAT MASK? ’ spotlight for the new vigilante, Neon Cyan. You were excitedly telling Leo about the newest hero on the scene, grilling him over how cool he must have thought they were—only to find out he thinks they’re a huge dork!
The nerve! That DORK was you, and you thought you were cool as can be!
“ You did NOT just say that their name is lame! ”
Leo laughs, pulling you against his chest—where you were originally snuggled before deciding to assault him for simply speaking his mind.
“ I did, and I stand by it. I mean, ‘Neon Cyan’? That doesn’t even slide off the tongue easy! ”
“ Yeah, and ‘Neon Leon’ is somehow better? ”
“ Of course it is. I came up with it. ”
He grins, beaming with pride. He was expecting you to respond with a similarly lighthearted tone, only to be met with your flustered face scowling at him.
“ What? Why do you care about this lame kid anyways? ”
He took the magazine from you, flipping it every which way except right side up. If anything, he was starting to feel flustered himself.
“ They’re not lame! ”
You grumble, shooting up and stomping to the door.
“ I think they’re super cool—and, and, and I bet—I bet they’re cooler than you! ”
You stuck your tongue out at him, watching your boyfriend gasp dramatically as he scrambled and scooted to the edge of his bed.
“ YEAH? WELL, IF YOU LIKE THAT GUY SO MUCH WHY DON’T YOU GO DATE THEM INSTEAD? ”
“ YEAH, WELL MAYBE I WILL! ”
You storm out of his room, shoving past a poor Raph who happened to be walking by at the wrong time.
——-
Later that day, you spent your time patrolling nighttime New York, searching for some lowly criminal to vent on.
“ How dare he call me some lame dorky cringe hero wannabe! He’s so full of himself, I’ll show him! ”
Kicking rubble whilst atop an apartment building, you seethe still thinking about the earlier argument. The breeze was welcoming and chilly, soothing.
You crack your knuckles and tried to shake the rage out of your system. Anger was beginning to fizzle out and make room for the raw mystic energy that naturally ran through your veins, curtsy of your father’s lineage.
The magic part was cool, but you hadn’t really paid attention to his explanation. Something like a Romeo & Juliet situation between your ancestors, blah blah blah, lovers, chaos, tragedy, and some “ blessing upon the family that presents itself when kin reach a certain age ” or whatever.
It sounded like some sort of gobbledygook that was probably a lot more dramatic than what actually happened.
But, none of that mattered more than the fact that you had wicked cool powers just like a wizard! Your father referred to you as an “ early bloomer ”, citing the recent almost-apocalypse as the catalyst.
The air around you started to stiffen and grow tangible, responding to your touch. Bracing yourself, you broke out into a sprint upon the rooftop as the wind breathed to life around you. Since awakening your abilities, the world became your playpen and gravity, well… your bitch.
Your foot pressed against the ledge with force like a spring pulling back, launching you through the lunar sky. Cutting through the air, your eyes scanned each skyline and alleyway diligently, searching for any trace of an anomaly.
As Neon Cyan, you of course donned a cape—signature of a hero! Your attire was very obviously inspired by hero super suits, albeit just a leotard you bought online resembling 90s windbreaker designs that tucked into a pair of low waisted cargos. The mask you donned was quite reminiscent of the turtle heroes who inspired you, albeit more of a spandex material than a cotton bandana like theirs.
You caught yourself on the next rooftop, bending into a crouching roll that transitioned into another full body sprint and leap off the rooftop’s edge.
The cargos would’ve been a bit higher if they were your size, but hey, who could ignore such a holy grail find at the thrift store? They were so Y2K and made you utterly adorable. Totally photoshoot ready!
With each jump, the wind would carry you in a fashion similar to a butler reaching out his hand to the princess, guiding her up or down a flight of steps.
“ Maybe Neon Cyan was pretty lame.. ”
Your clothes billow through the wind as your feet catch you in the next ledge. For footwear, you settled for regular tennis shoes for the time being. Once you became a much more famous hero, then your outfit could get an upgrade! But for now, you were the humble vigilante, Neon Cyan, with which no villain stood even an inkling of a chance!
You slow down, choosing a slower pace now that you were beginning to cool down. As you came to the roof’s edge, you settled for sitting down rather than jumping. From here, you could see the furthest corners of each neighborhood in the city..
“ … I guess this argument’s my fault.. ”
You traced shapes against the concrete, lazily gazing at the alley below.
“ It’s not like Leo knows he was talking about me.. But why was he so upset over Neon Cyan anyways? ”
Something out of the ordinary below caught your eye, it’s movements almost robotic in a way.
“ What the…? ”
You slid off the ledge slowly, letting the wind catch you, stiffening into platform-like states for you to slowly climb down to get a bitter look. To anyone else, it would appear as though you were somehow miming surfaces that you could actually hold onto—a completely baffling concept.
As you neared the sight, it turned out to be… a large Mouser? Those things were usually much smaller—and in great numbers! Thanks to that annoying multiplying ability of theirs..
But this one was clambering down the alleyway with determination, almost as though it had a task to carry out.
“ Finally, something to do. ”
You grin. The slow and steady “ stalk to find out ” method wasn’t exactly your style. You more so preferred to take out the threat sooner than later! It was much cooler that way anyways.
With that said, you swung around a rod-like conjuring of air, building momentum fast enough to fling yourself bullet-speed towards the contraption. With your heel poised like a knife, you let go and allowed gravity to pull you down towards the Mouser.
As your heel collided with the back of its head, you had expected it to have enough force to drill straight through the metal, but it barely made a dent! Instead, you were left with a jolt of pain surging through your body from the point of contact.
“ GRK—! ”
Landing behind it, you stumble sideways into the neighboring building’s wall, hand reaching down to caress your leg through the pulsating pain. Your gaze was fixed on the bot.
It seemed to immediately respond to your kick, head jerking upwards, then left, then snapping in your direction. There was an unsettling creaking, clicking sound that followed each movement it made as each metal ligament jolted sharply to turn in your direction.
You may have bitten off more than you could chew tonight.
The Mouser took one thundering step toward you, its frosted glass visor leaning closer ever so unsettlingly slow. Staring into the opaque glass, a fizzling sound began around the edges where glass met metal. The glass suddenly disconnected and began raising upwards to reveal a.. little boy?
“ What the hell…? ”
You tilt your head in confusion and the child say within the robot. He adjusts his glasses, seemingly sizing you up.
“ Oh, I know you. That new hero, what was it again, Blue Blur? ”
“ Man, come on, that’s not even close. ”
He squinted at you, displeased, then rolled his eyes.
“ Whatever, just stay out of my way. I don’t have time to deal with fodder hero wannabes. ”
You twitched in response, straightening up. If brute force hadn’t worked, then mystical will. You swirled your hands in cupped motions, as though building a ball of energy between your palms.
The air around the robot responded, slowly spinning and causing the robot to teeter this way and the other. The kid inside started crying out frustrated, cursing you with very PG-13 sentences. Quite startling to hear from a child, but he started it, so!
“ Oh, shove off, kid! You’re obviously up to no-good. ”
You stuck out your tongue, twisting your hands as they puppeteer the wind into knocking over the Anima-Mouser. As it clunked hard into the ground, its cabin reopened and casted out the child.
He grumbles, brushing dirt and shmook from his garments. The boy turned towards you and jabbed a finger in your direction.
“ UGH! You will regret messing with ME, BAXTER STOCKBOY! ”
He assumes a proud stance, thumb pressing hard into his chest as his face contorted with villainous pride. Conniving, comically-evil laughter built in his chest as he cried out, ‘ now, my minions! ’
“ What the f—“
You straightened up, reaching behind to tighten the tails of your bandana as a grounding motion. A few more mousers—not so big as the Anima-Mouser, and more so the small size you were familiar with— came around the corner, clanking towards you with speed unmatched to such heavy hulking frames.
“ What’s your plan, huh?! You’re not even strong enough to fight me yourself, there’s no way you have any schemes worthwhile! ”
You moved with elegance that would make a ballet dancer envious, the wind lightening around your body to allow for such fleet-footed movement. The closest mouser lunged towards you, and you dodged it. Your ducking momentum was quickly converted through your foot pivoting, the energy in your body surging upwards into a strike against the jaw of a mouser descending toward you.
Another mouser attempted to sneak up behind you, choosing to strike when you were most vulnerable. Unfortunately for it, you dropped into a sharp split and swung your legs in a windmill-like fashion akin to classic breakdancing moves. The motion courses through your hips while your palms supported your weight lifting upwards.
As the mouser lunged, you grin as this energy courses through your legs and into your heel, bringing it down hard as though suddenly lead-filled, smashing the robotic creature against the pavement.
“ No way you think this’ll stop me, kid! ”
You rolled the energy through your body, pushing off the ground with a hop to land firmly upon your feet.
Baxter Stockboy stiffens, calling for a couple more mousers as his Anima-Mouser regains its balance. He clambers disgracefully into the chamber, planting back into his seat and quickening his pace towards whatever he was determined to reach.
While the mousers stood between you and his cowardly escape, that was hardly enough to make you give up a good chase. You waste no time breaking into a sprint, turning towards the wall and trusting the wind to carry you as your feet followed up the side of the wall, launching your form over the pesky robotic grunts.
“ GET BACK HERE, DAMN IT! ”
You cry out, landing behind all the boy’s little army before quickly recovering to pursue him.
Weaving through the streets of New York, he tried many times to knock you off his tail with a few casted trash cans and sharp turns. It wasn’t until you nearly tripped over a signature fat fucking New Yorkian Rat getting spooked by Baxter’s impromptu nunchuck trash can attack that you finally lost sight of the bugger.
Stalking down the alleys, your gaze was eagle-eyed as it scoped out each corner.
“ Come on, Stocky. What’s your aim tonight? ”
His voice echoed back nondirectionally.
“ You won’t stop me, Neon Cannon! ”
“ It’s ‘CYAN!’ SIGH-ANN!!! ”
The argument from earlier crept back up, reawakening a previously-stoked fire. Your footfalls grew heavier, filling the alley noisily.
“ Whatever. I’m taking out this newbie threatening my spot for the next spotlighted streamer on Squint and there’s no way you’re stopping me! ”
He blew raspberries at you, and you continued spinning around the alley trying to figure out where he was coming from. Maybe above? Your fists tighten as you near the edge of the alleyway.
“ Seriously? What a child! You’re planning to pummel some poor kid over a contest? What a—GYUK—”
As you left from the alleyway, a cold robotic fist met with your cheek with a force that immediately set this fight from trivial to a must-win.
You stumble backwards into the wall, hand reaching up to caress the stinging pain.
“ You don’t know what it’s like for us creators! I’m a celebrity. It’s a very aggressive field! ”
Dazed, you try to regain yourself from the hit and ready your fists.
“ I stand by what I said. Lame. ”
You spit a mixture of saliva and blood to the ground and lunge towards Baxter and his Anima-Mouser with a whirling wind bolstering your fist into the glass of the chamber. As it shatters, your fist collides with the boy’s cheek, and the robot topples backwards.
“ Ow! What the heck is your problem, I’m just a kid! ”
“ Bullshit! ‘Just a kid’ wouldn’t have a robot army of minions! ”
You sat up, resting on the belly of the robot. While a hit like that would’ve littered glass throughout your fist, the wind shielded you. Baxter stared up at you, upset and cradling his cheek. You couldn’t help but smirk.
“ Consider that payback. ”
You rose up to your feet, standing over the boy with a pride perhaps misplaced after having pummeled a little kid.
“ Then consider.. THIS! PAYBACK! ”
He suddenly lunged for a handle in the chamber, yanking it downwards and sounding some sort of alarm.
You were quick to spin around, searching for whatever his next move was, only to find yourself suddenly falling. The mousers you leapt over previously had caught up and decided to nibble at your legs. You swiped at them, cutting billowing gusts to knock them all off, but they simply piled on each other and crawled back up like pesky roaches.
The sight of them clambering towards you made your skin crawl.
“ EUGH! Disgusting! ”
You swept at them a few more times, testing the futility of it all as they just rolled over the fallen ones in rhythmic fashion. They were dead set on crowding you, and you were already growing winded from the dragged out stalking.
For a moment you considered the idea of a sidekick. Leo and his brothers made this whole thing look easy, and you really just wanted to help lessen their load since the almost-apocalypse, but look where it’s landed you!
Maybe you really were some hero wannabe.. Your breathing grew shaky as you considered the possibility of biting off more than you could chew.
“ Hhh—w—nnnn, no—eee! L-LEOOO!! ”
Watching the mousers close in on you made an unfamiliar emotion—fear—well up in your chest, and you couldn’t help but cower and shield yourself, crying out for your beloved.
Your tears welled up behind shut eyes as you braced yourself for the pain of getting pummeled by those ratbots…
…
?
The pain never came.
You opened your eyes, trailing up an all-too-recognizable frame standing between you and Baxter’s army.
“ Do my ears deceive me, or did the rising new hero-on-the-scene just call out for The Leonardo? ”
He flashes his signature shit-eating grin at you as a horde of those mousers laid around you both in a crescent shape, cleanly sliced in half by the blue-banded hero’s twin blades.
If it were any other time, you would’ve had a thing or two to bark back. Instead, you sniffled pitifully.
Leo squinted at you with a low ‘ eugh… ’ before lunging through the next waves of Mousers and finally totaling the Anima-Mouser Baxter had already began sneaking away with.
You rub your eyes dry as he returns to your side, having cleaned up the mess.
Here we go.
“ So, ‘Neon Cyan’—“
“ It’s Cyan, like Brian. ”
Leo smirked at you, pulling out the magazine you must’ve left in his room after storming off.
“ Mhmm, yeah, well, I think I know how to pronounce ‘Cyan’. It obviously rhymes with Neon. ”
He leaned one elbow against the hilt of his blades as they stabbed firmly into the ground before you. His other hand held the magazine between his thumb and index. The amateur photograph of you on the cover stared down at you almost mockingly.
“ Yeah, well, I’m telling you that for MY name, it doesn’t! Oh, forget it.. Maybe I should just change my name to something else.. Like Blue Bullet! ”
“ With your speed? Go fish. ”
You casted him a scowl, standing up much too quickly for your body to handle. As you stumbled against the nearest wall for support, Leo came closer.
“ Y’know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were some type of fan boy. ”
“ Uh-huh. ”
You ignore him, taking a step further. Before you can react, a stray mouser clambers around the corner right in front of you and lunges with open jaws. You jerk backwards, letting out a pitiful yet adorable ‘ eep! ’.
Unfortunately for the poor boy, it is immediately slammed to bits as Leo’s fist smashes it into the wall you rested against.
Be it the fatigue washing over you or the simply breathtaking view of his muscled arm being so close to your face, something was making you much too mushy.
Your eyes trailed from the crackling mesh of metal, pulverized against the brick like a measly bug. Up Leo’s arm, to his shoulders, and then his face. His gaze was fixed in the robot as his body curled around yours to reach it. Your shoulder was just inches from touching his, and if only he knew who was behind the mask, maybe his other hand would be resting against your shoulder instead of hovering behind it.
“ … *snf* ”
Your lip quivers. Before you could even consider the situation, you were immediately placing a desperate kiss upon his lips as thank-you for swooping in like such a knight to your rescue.
“ Thanks, Leo.. ”
You stared at him, watching as he slow turned to you, surprised.
He takes a step back, hands raising up in defense as he laughs in a tone that felt 2/3rds suave and 1/3rd nervous.
“ Whoa, whoa, Neon Cyan-like-Brian. Whatever happened to permission? A please, even? ”
You cocked your head in confusion. The last time you two spoke had ended in argument, and he wanted to try and brush aside a kiss? From you? Was now really the time for jokes?
Leo, noting your confusion, clicked his tongue is discomfort.
“ I’ll have you know I have quite the looker waiting for me back home. A lovely partner. ”
His hand moves to tug at his lips as though he was peeling off your kiss then moved in a swift motion to mime tossing the kiss on the ground.
It clicks in that moment, and your face flushes as you quickly try to save face.
“ Wa-Wait, no, L—did you just throw my kiss? ”
“ I did. ”
“ Rude! ”
“ Ruder than forcing yourself upon a stranger? ”
“ UGH! You’re so infuriating, Leo! It’s me! ”
You tugged off your bandana, glaring at him with as much frustration as you could manage.
Which, frankly, wasn’t much. You sort of looked more like a grumpy little hamster than a fearsome, upset partner.
“ Oh—! ”
“ Yeah. OH. ”
You cross your arms at him.
He glances at the ground, at you, then back to the ground.
“ What—“
Leo immediately starts miming a fishing position, trying to reel in a catch. He then seems to grab something, and only once he wipes his lips again do you realize he was trying to take back the kiss he threw away.
You immediately break your expression to crack up in a fit of giggles, and he takes this moment as his chance to sneak another kiss.
“ Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a hero? ”
