#foot!leo

[nikikeya]

This is my 1st attempt at drawing these guys. Loosely Inspired by an upcoming story from @optimisticallycyn where 18!Raph finds and tries to rehabilitate a Foot Clan Raised 2012 Leo.

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Rise drabble y'all yep yep featuring urs truly foot!Leo <3 Forgive me it shouldn't be this long- A drabble ain't even a drabble anymore- Edit: pss I drew this drabble

You wiped the blood on your lips, keeping your eyes narrowed at the man you once knew.

"C'mon (Y/n), we don't have to keep doing this. Just surrender yourself to us. To me. Simple as that and we won't have to fight each other anymore." His husky voice rings in your ear.

Again. As if this will be the last before you yield.

This is amusing to him. The chasing, the game between cat and mouse. He catches you and you fight back. Then he let you escape on purpose. Everytime. Then it repeats like a routine for the both of you.

You know. He knows you know because that's why he allows you to escape. That shit eating grin he often wears to pissed you off on purpose.

How did it get to this?

New York falling apart. Almost every inch of the cities there is no place where the Shredder doesn't own.

People feared for their lives day and night. Unable to risk themselves to go out to look for supplies.

That is your duty. Looking for supplies for the others before curfew. And everytime he always seems to get in your way.

How did he turn out like this?

You remember laughing with him. Pulling jokes together. Playing video games together. Having midnight snacks together because you guys would suffer insomnia almost every night.

He was always so cheerful. So loving. Loyal and caring. He was the face of the team. A leader. A friend. A brother. A son.

What had happened to that Leo?

What gave him away?

What did he miss?

What did he lose?

Thunder cracked upon the sky, snapping you back to reality. You hardened your grips on your sword as you stood your ground.

On the wrong time, your mind decided to occupy you once more by torturing you with stupid flashbacks. You eventually fall for the blue clad throughout the years knowing him and the guys. You two were the closest friends. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You were inseparable. But you decided to bury your feelings deep down, afraid you would ruin your friendship.

You cringed at the thought. You liked- no- loved Leo.

But this isn't Leo.

Leo is no more.

Replaced by this…monster.

Poisoned by another monster. A monster that is much worse than him.

The rain drops reminded you again of the present. The turtle in front of you has been patient with you all evening. You're quite lucky to find out that he hadn't lost his patience after he turned his back on his family. Which means there is still part of Leo left in him. And it pains you deeply.

He pulled a grin, tilting his head while raising his hand and gestured to you to make your last call. It's always like this. He would ask you the first time for you to surrender and you would decline. He'd ask again and you'd give him the same answer. The third same request will be his last warning and you guys would spar after you gave him your final answer.

And tonight as always, you still refuse to give him what he want.

He shrugged, raising his shoulders before cracking his neck and gave his sword a couple of warm up swings.

You stood your ground, waiting for him to give you his special attack like he always does. He didn't take off his smile before speeding himself towards you. You let out the breath you've been holding, embracing yourself for the impact as he charge at you.

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[nikikeya]

Raphie and the Lil guy. More pics based on @optimisticallycyn 's Up coming AU where Rise Raph adopts a Foot Clan Raised 12!Leo. I have no real idea what the plot will be, I just used it as an excuse to practice drawing the Rottmnt cast. (I have more sketches, my folders are a mess. So I will post more once I've sorted things a bit.)

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Mixed Mind (Part 1)

Pairing: Rise!Foot!Leo x GN!Reader

Summary: You woke up. But not on your bed.

Genre: Comedy, angst.

Warnings: Cussing, blood.

A/n: Hoowee- I'm actually making tis a series huh? Oh well. Event continue after Fight or Flight. Art from Pinterest, not mine.

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You gained consciousness as you slowly opened your eyes. You blinked repeatedly to clear your blurred vision. Your head spins when your ear starts ringing. You gripped your head with your hand basically begging it to stop as you sat up straight on your bed.

As if your prayers had been answered it did. You turned around where the nightstand was and saw a glass of water. You waste no time grabbing it and gulping it down into your throat. You let out a satisfied sigh and wiped your mouth with your wrist.

As soon as you put down the glass back on the nightstand, you noticed something odd. Since when did you put a glass of water there? Since when did you get so dehydrated? You looked back at the nightstand. That wasn't yours. The lamp beside the glass sure ain't yours either.

You felt the sheets on top of you. Not yours. The bed itself isn't. You took the time to look around what seems to be a master bedroom.

Where the hell are you?

Better question is, how did you get here? What was the last thing you did? Who were you with?

Who were you with?

You threw the sheets away and were about to get out of bed when you felt a sharp pain on your upper left waist. You yelped loudly as you touched it. You pulled your shirt and sure enough there was an injury there and it was patched up. But who exactly patched you up? Who brought you here to begin with? And who had hurt you?

The questions hit you like a truck. Not for figuring out who the person is but because there's too many questions in your head already and it made you feel dizzy once again.

You have to get out of here. You no longer care who patched you up or who kidnapped you. All you need right now is to get home with the guys.

The guys.

Your memory jogged itself. New York crumbled and we are all that we had after he left.

After he left…

After he left-! Holy shit, you're at Foot Clan Headquarters.

You face-palmed yourself as you let yourself sink back into the fluffy sheets. He got you. He got you real good. Whether you let him or he's just too good. Either way you hate to admit neither of them.

You took the time to let yourself relax for a couple minutes before completely getting out of bed. You had a hard time walking on your two feet. It better be like this only for a while, you thought annoyingly. You're gonna need the energy to fight and run as soon as possible. Any time they could walk in to fetch you up to face the worst. And when you said the worst, you meant the metal entity itself.

You walked to the balcony of the room you just noticed on the other side of the room. The glass double doors were left open, allowing the smooth transparent curtains blown by the chilly breeze.

You made your way to the railing where your eyes observed the tiny cities from above. You'd be lying if you say the view wasn't that beautiful from up here. You occupied yourself with the thought of your friends. Your family. Wherever they could be right now you hope that they all are safe. You know they could survive without you but that's the problem. Without you neither of them can sleep knowing that you're still out there in the dark and busy wondering where the heck have you gone to now. You should've been back to the safehouse hours ago but fate just wouldn't let you and decided to surrender yourself to your nemesis like it always did. Except for the difference this time, fate has won.

"Careful."

You whipped your head around as fast as a lightning to face the owner of the voice. And lo and behold it's the face man himself. Even in a different clan now the title hadn't left him.

"You." You grind your teeth as you speak.

"The one and only." He replied smugly.

"You brought me here?" Keeping your distance, you had your back facing close to the railing. "Uh, no. Santa Claus did." You narrowed your eyes irritatedly at his remark. You then heard him snickered under his breath, "Classic, Leon." Classic Leon indeed.

You rolled your eyes, sneering at yourself. "I'm just messing with you, (N/N). But for real though, be careful. You could fall and I'll have to catch you if you do. Don't want you to fall for me now do we?" He winked at you. You mentally gagged at his attempt at flirting. You couldn't believe he was still the same turtle you once fell for. Oh God, it's starting to spread-

Changing the topic you decided to keep your guard up by finally questioning him, "Why did you bring me here?" "Straight to the point aren't we, mi amor?" He cocked an 'eyebrow' and began to walk closer to where you are. As he did so, you anxiously walked backwards until your back had hit the railing. He put both of his hands on the railing on the side of your arms so you wouldn't escape.

He's doing it on purpose. The teasing and the flirting. He loves seeing you in distress. He loved the old memories where you used to be his damsel in distress. He pulled the biggest smirk he ever had and boy you wished you'd have your weapon right now just so you could beat the shit out of him right here and then.

The tension didn't last long when you snapped him back to reality. "Answer the damn question." you said between your teeth. He pursed his lips then clicked his tongue as he thought of an answer for you. "I don't know. That's not for me to decide." "What?! All these times, you said you wanted me to join your stupid clan!" You screamed at his face. "If you already knew the answer, then why'd you ask me that, you weirdo??" He argued back.

"I'm the weirdo?! You kidnapped me!"

"I had to! You were loud as fuck!"

You let out an offended airy gasp and put your hand on your chest. "Take it from the most annoying brother in the galaxy!" His facial expressions dropped when you called him that. You realized you just made a terrible mistake by mentioning them to him.

Brothers. How could he forget?

"...H-how are they-?" He suddenly asked. "You are in no place nor right to ask any questions about any of them!" You cut him off by hissing at him while pointing your index finger at him.

He can't even blame you. For everything that he did just so he could protect you, this is all he'll ever get as a thanks. And from that he had to learn and get over it. He learned to bury his emotions deep below and forget about everything he ever cared for. With that he started to hunt for any of you under the Shredder command and even added it as his hobby for his little playtime. You were just so lucky to be in his sight every damn time you appeared on topside and you got lucky to slip out of his reach every damn time as well.

Well that didn't technically count because he lets you escape easily on purpose so he could have more time to spend with you together. Just like old times. For obvious reasons it's not the same from you whether you know his true intentions or not but you know better. If he wanted to catch you he would've done it sooner. He had more experience than you do and he'll be more skillful than you'll ever be.

He pursed his lips then opened his mouth, "I'm so-" "Don't. Even. Think about it. " You cut him off before he could say the full word. "Don't you fucking dare say stuff when you didn't even mean any of it." You threatened him. He stayed quiet. For once he has dropped the mask and somehow you were faced with the real Leo at this moment. You shook your head and hugged your figure. You almost forget about the cold the first place you got here. Not knowing what to say, your eyes went back to the city lights. It's beautiful yet it's not. You can clearly see the distraction and the shattered city under the illuminated lights with your now watered eyes.

"Get back to bed, (Y/N). You need to rest." He said in a soft tone.

Not turning back to look at him you snapped, "Oh right, now you're commanding me." His voice became stern and caused you to flinch a little, "I'm not commanding you!" He paused as he took a deep breath, "I'm offering you." Refusing to believe his words you glared at him, "The only thing you're offering me is suffering."

"I'm not going to hurt you." he stated. The audacity that he had wasn't enough to describe to him using just words so you used actions by grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it to show him the bandages wrapped up around your waist. He opened his mouth as he eyed your injury to say something but closed it back when nothing came out. Then he opened it back then looked at your eyes, "Again. I'm not going to hurt you again." You let your shirt go by throwing it in frustration.

The nerve on this guy, you thought. It gets worse when you hear him chuckled. Yeah, he's having a lot of fun ain't he? Watching you like this. It keeps this very monster alive. You're getting tired. You are tired. You want to go home.

Home. Where it's warm and so is the company. Unfortunately now you're stuck with this drama queen. You should be thankful that you're not face to face with the Shredder right now because you won't have the energy to fight him. Or him. Or neither of the Foot Clans really. You need… right, rest.

Hey, when did it get so wet here? Why do you smell weird?

"(Y/N)." He called out your name but you ignored him and looked at your stomach. You saw the red stain covering your shirt. You touched the stain as the blood got on your fingers.

You heard your name once again was called out but it was muffled. Your vision became blurry and the ringing started to come back. You can barely breath and you feel like you're about to collapse as your legs started to lose their balance. You heard your name again but louder this time. The only thing that ever came in your mind was an impact you're about to hit and all you could remember was everything went black.

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Second rise drabble. This is the second drabble of rise foot Leo series (since some of y'all asked for it). Event set before Fight or Flight.

What had he become?

What had he become?

He stared down at the blood on his hands. Then to the flooding blood on the ground where his reflection staring back at him. They were everywhere. On him. Around him. On his enemies. His dead enemies, the Foot Clans.

A dark chuckle echoed through the dark skies. He snapped his head around looking for the very familiar voice.

Feel the fear,

"Congratulations. You have proven your worth, Hamato."

He immediately stood up on his wobbly legs. Doing his best to control his shaky breath he shouted through the empty area. "Is this what you wanted from me?! To kill your stupid henchmen?! You couldn't just do it yourself you metal asshole?!"

Within a blink of an eye the Shredder appeared right a few inches from him as his breath hitched and his eyes widened in fear. Its dark red pupils stared right back deep into his soul.

And swallow back the tears,

Leo gulped, as sweat rolled down on his face but he kept his guard up. Whatever is about to happen is about to happen. Whether it's going to hurt like hell or hurt like real hell.

And he was right.

He now had his body laid with the other bodies he had extinguished from a moment ago. His blood mixing with theirs.

Let weakness disappear,

This will be the price he'll be paying for his foolish decisions. He was glad that his brothers or April or you weren't here to see him in this state.

"Join me or die."

He has to do whatever it takes to protect you. All of you.

"And so will the other Hamato."

Whatever it takes.

He groaned as he used his sword to help him stand up. He was barely standing on his two feet as he let the sword keeping his balance.

There's nobody but me here,

The dark living armor stared down at him as he made his way towards him in a state of barely walking. The blue clad groaned on each step he took closer to him, hoping for the Shredder not to step on him just yet because he was about to have a word for him right to his face.

And he meant well.

And he wished that you and his his family would forgive him for what he was about to get himself into.

The killer in the mirror.

"Fine...

I'll join your stupid clan."

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          “Leonardo”

                         The name left Splinter instinctively, as the changes that had come upon the infants were not so much that he couldn’t tell who was who. But given that Shredder had done most of their upbringing there was no telling what their names were now, or if they even had names anymore. Given the severity of the cat-and-mouse game that had gone on between them, Splinter really hadn’t the opportunity to figure that out.

        As usual, he tore his blade from it’s sheath and held it readily, thankful in his own way that this attack wasn’t occurring in the middle of a mission like last time...              ... but then he noticed something peculiar...

            “Where are your brothers?” Splinter asked, lowering his blade slightly, though his guard remained up. The turtles were well trained, he knew that they weren’t ignorant to the art of misdirection.       Just because he cared about them and didn’t want to hurt them, didn’t mean he could risk being stupid. Not when the world was relying on him as it’s sole defense against an alien threat.

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This is more of an evil Foot!Leo than a Dark!Leo.