Babe wake up new au just dropped: One and a Half Futures
Future Leo comes back in time to help stop the Krang invasion. However he stops little Leo from pushing to take down the Krang. Instead they build up the fortification he knows they need from his expertise in the apocalypses, becoming the leader of the resistance.
After all these years where does that leave this timelines Leo?
WDS F!Leo snippet following up this Bruce encounter :D
Uhhh… Happy New Year! :D
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Leonardo walks around the docks waiting for Hueso’s shipment to come in.
The Boneman has been afraid as of late because of the possible repercussions of Leonardo’s actions. And while Leonardo was convinced Hueso had no reason to be afraid, he offered to pick up the boxes. Of course, Leonardo was right. Hueso has no enemies to fear. If anyone were to be fearful, it should be the very slider who loves to pick at people’s patience like it was a game.
But at the moment, Leonardo was growing bored as the seconds went by.
The elder slider leaned back against one of the old pilings as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lifted the box to his mouth and flicked out one and tucked it in his mouth before pocketing the box and pulled out a lighter. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply, leaning his head back with closed eyes as he did.
The toxins filled his lungs with a burn that he hadn’t realized he missed. He hadn’t smoked since he came back from the future, afraid to be caught by the teens. He didn’t realize how much he needed this until now.
“Dad’s gonna be so mad.”
Leonardo exhaled through his nose, waiting until the smoke cleared from his lungs before speaking. His voice is soft when he retorts with a light snort, “Shut up, Mike.”
It’s not like it’s his first cigarette. Even back in the day, Splinter knew about his smoking. Cigarettes and alcohol were highly sought after during the apocalypse, which was no surprise. It was hard living, so cigarettes and alcohol were the easiest choice when choosing how to cope. Hell, even Donnie smoked despite his initial distaste for its smell.
The slider held his cigarette in his mouth as he crossed his arms, closing his eyes when he inhaled through his cigarette again.
He doesn’t know when the ship will arrive, so he opts for resting his eyes. He’s sure he won’t fall asleep, but he’s always been a light sleeper, in case he actually falls asleep.
And to preoccupy his mind, he thinks to himself. He thinks of when the shipment should be coming in.
Hueso said he was expecting a shipment today, but Leonardo was already heading over to the docks before he could say what time. So, Leonardo has that to kick himself over. But the contents should be easy to carry through his portals.
Leonardo knows Hueso’s menu from front to back; he can recite it from memory with his eyes closed. So he should expect something like styrofoam boxes of meat or crates of vegetables. He could expect boxes of spices or oils. Or it could be replacement furniture for the chairs he broke during the mafia fiasco he stirred up.
Hm. Maybe Hueso lied about being afraid and only wanted Leonardo to pick up the shipment to make it up to him.
That could be possible.
Or it’s all a trick to get Leonardo out of the restaurant with the lie of a shipment.
It’s times like these he regrets not accepting the phone from Donnie. He could save a lot of time from waiting by sending a quick text to Hueso. Or spend the time watching one of his novelas. Either one is good. And he wouldn’t mind being able to smoke as he watches. He can’t count the amount of times he yearned for a smoke at the lair while watching a stressful movie or show.
Maybe he should buy a pack of cigarettes while he’s here. There’s a chance he could find a different brand here instead of his old brand—.
“Leo.”
Leonardo doesn’t need the warning from April to know he’s slowly being surrounded. It’s a little late, but he heard it. He heard the echo of a distant footstep before April spoke. He’s annoyed he hadn’t noticed earlier. Guess that’s why smoking is bad.
Leonardo acts nonchalant, pretending he hasn’t heard them closing in. He simply keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the piling. He smokes his cigarette, listening to them closing in.
But he stops when he feels a sudden gust of wind pass him in an upward motion.
Leonardo opens his eyes to see Bruce standing before him, blade in hand. He glances at the end of his cigarette to see it shortened close to his mouth. A threat.
Leonardo smiles, “Hey, Brucie. Have a cigarette on you? I think this one’s done.”
Bruce snarls as his eyes narrow at Leonardo, “You’re a difficult one to find, Azules.”
Leonardo catches in his peripheral the enclosing members of Bruce’s gang, all appearing from shadows and behind buildings. They’re leering at him, hands hovering over the places where their weapons are concealed. Their tongues flick out of their mouths, eyes narrowing as they take cautious steps forward.
“You can handle this, right, Leo? I’m in the middle of a game with Mikey and I’m winning.”
Bruce has been dealt with before in a previous life. So Bruce in this life will be an easier feat. Leonardo won’t be needing any assistance.
Leonardo takes out his cigarette to assess its damage. A clean cut straight through it like it was made to be this short. He places it back in his mouth and juts his chin out enough to relight it. But once again, Bruce cuts clean through his cigarette in one swift swipe.
The blade nearly met Leonardo’s skin, enough to feel the steel cut through the air.
This time, Leonardo sighs and spits the butt of his cigarette on Bruce’s snout. He grabs the blade aimed for his neck with his prosthesis at the very second Bruce’s eyebrow twitches. He smirks in response.
Smoke seeps through Bruce’s teeth, rising from his lips like a chimney. He’s about to speak when Leonardo looks away to rummage through his pocket. The slider nonchalantly pulls out another cigarette and tucks it into his mouth. He then lights it without a care in the world and takes a long drag.
Leonardo turns away to exhale the smoke before he lets the blade rest on his prosthetic shoulder. “I bet you’ve met people like me—people that aren’t easy to find. Usually it means we don’t want to be found… but in this case,” Leonardo explains before cutting himself off and twists his wrist to break the blade in his grip.
The katana snaps in half, making the corner of Bruce’s mouth twitch in response.
“You weren’t looking in the right places,” Leonardo finishes and triggers his power.
Blue electricity consumes the entirety of the broken blade’s half that he carries. He throws the blade past Bruce, transporting himself closer to the Makers of Barbarianism members. Before they react, he cuts a portal into the ground they stand on, making them fall in.
Only a few remained out of reach of the portal in the ground, but Leonardo can handle it. He just needed to dwindle their numbers. So, with most of their members gone, he pivots on his heel and balances his weight on his temporary sword like a cane.
He takes a short puff of his cigarette before flicking the ashes and teasing, “If you wanted to talk, you should’ve called me.”
Bruce doesn’t look entertained, no longer taken aback by Leonardo’s power. He cocks his head back with an amused huff, “You should’ve expected us after the disrespect you gave in Señor Hueso’s establishment.”
Leonardo leans over to rest his chin on the sword, “Aww, come on, Brucie. You didn’t expect me to stand and watch when you disrespected my good, old friend, did you? It’s like you said…”
Leonardo smirks as he tilts his head to the side and finishes, “You should’ve expected it.”
Red flames ignite in Bruce’s mouth when he snaps in turn, “Watch yourself.”
Leonardo shrugs in response, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth, “I thought we set aside our differences the last time we met. We shared a pint and took a few shots together. Aren’t we friends?”
Bruce drops his sword in favor of his claws, unfurling them with full intent to attack like a feral beast. “It takes a lot more than that. Blood must be drawn to become brothers in arms,” Bruce retorts with full disgust.
Leonardo drops his false blade, making it lose its power and returning to its broken state. He stretches his nonprosthetic arm as he steps forward and mockingly admits, “You’ll make me blush talking like that.”
Bruce lunges forward in response, claw raising to swipe down at Leonardo. But the slider catches the claw with his prosthesis by the dragon’s wrist. Leonardo smirks before pulling Bruce toward him and slamming his free fist into the side of the dragon’s face.
Bruce recovers quickly and exhales flames in Leonardo’s face.
The slider reels back, unable to completely dodge the flames when he feels his skin burn painfully and the end of his cigarette burns brighter. He lets go of Bruce’s wrist when he jumps back. He’s surprised to see that Bruce has crossed the short distance, flames seething between his teeth.
Leonardo kneels when Bruce attempts another exhale of flames, then he raises his prosthesis up to grab Bruce’s jaw. The flames seep through Bruce’s mouth, bursting out in thin lines like lasers. The slider rises to his feet and slams Bruce to the ground with his prosthetic hand wrapped around the dragon’s snout.
“Blood wasn’t drawn, but maybe we can settle for a draw?” Leonardo asks cockily, metallic fingers tightening in warning.
Bruce lets out a growl and grabs Leonardo’s prosthesis, smoke takes the place of the flames. The metal bends under Bruce’s claws, hands slowly sinking into the prosthesis.
Leonardo tries to pull his prosthesis but Bruce’s grip is too tight. Time should be running out, just as he planned, so he knows he should take advantage of this.
Bruce grabs Leonardo by the shoulder, keeping a rough grip on the prosthesis. He smirks and tightens both grips.
Leonardo winces but he smirks in turn. He gathers all his strength into his core and flips them over. Bruce, for a second, smiles behind Leonardo’s grip as he releases the slider’s shoulder and cocks his fist back.
But Leonardo winks when he catches Bruce’s fist.
One.
Two.
Three.
The first body falls on Bruce’s back.
Bruce exhales painfully through his nostrils, smoke spilling through with a small flicker of flame. He tries to look at what fell on him, eyes fighting to look over his shoulder. But Leonardo’s hand over Bruce’s snout is too strong.
The second body falls.
Bruce exhales as painfully as the last, eyes widening in shock as the body lands roughly beside Leonardo.
Leonardo glances at the fallen snake yokai who curls into himself then shrugs at Bruce, “Looks like I found myself a friend.”
Bruce’s jaw rumbles in Leonardo’s grip but the slider’s smile doesn’t fade.
“I think I’m going to find myself a bunch of friends,” Leonardo warns.
Bruce’s body braces when the third body falls on him, adding another pained body next to Leonardo. He cocks his fist back to punch Leonardo square in the face which sends the cigarette flying, but Leonardo doesn’t let go. In fact, his smile deepens despite the wince-inducing screech coming from his prosthesis.
Leonardo clears his throat garnering a small amount of blood to splatter on his chin. “First blood, congrats Brucie. One step closer to brotherhood,” he sneaks in his joke before Bruce lands another punch.
Another body lands on Bruce, making Leonardo laugh.
“How many guys did you bring with you? Fourteen? Do you think you’ll catch them all?” Leonardo threatens when he catches a glimpse of the next body coming down.
This one is falling down with a loud, horrified scream.
Bruce, with all the power he wields, plants his feet firm on the ground as he finally releases Leonardo’s prosthesis. He grabs the slider by the shoulders and pulls them both up with a deep, guttural growl. He raises then slams Leonardo to the ground, and reels his fist back for another solid punch.
Leonardo wheezes painfully when his body slams into the ground, feeling the tremble of his body as the pain reaches throughout his limbs from his spine. His mouth drops open when the punch makes his ears ring, but smiles when the next body falls on Bruce’s back.
Leonardo coughs as he tries to wheeze out a joke, “You know that song about raining men?”
Bruce tries to swipe a claw down but Leonardo punches the dragon in turn. “Heavy forecast,” the slider warns as another body falls.
Bruce finally snaps and wraps his claws around Leonardo’s throat. He tries to speak through the grip on his snout, his words coming out like thick growls and snarls. He tightens his grip on the slider’s neck as he rises again, standing tall and raising Leonardo off the ground.
Leonardo grabs Bruce’s wrist in turn, too stubborn to let go of the dragon’s mouth. His voice is garbled and strained as he tries to speak, “Will your… buddies survive… the fall…?”
Bruce’s eyes flicker behind Leonardo, hesitance evident in them. His gaze flickering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as if arguing with himself on the inside.
Leonardo winces when the grip tightens. He grips both of Bruce’s wrists, finally releasing the dragon’s snout. He faces the smoke-riddled mouth of the yokai as he strains, “One life… for the many…”
Bruce snarls but remains silent. There’s an obvious imprint on his snout where Leonardo’s hand once was. He’s unmoving for nearly a whole minute, hands tightening around Leonardo’s neck and eyes watching another one of his lackeys falling from the sky.
Bruce fights with himself until he finally releases Leonardo with a careless drop. He massages his jaw as he demands, “Release my men from wherever you put them.”
Leonardo slowly rises to his feet as he massages his neck, “Buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.”
Bruce grabs the upper lip of Leonardo’s plastron as he pulls the slider closer to seethe through his teeth, “Release them.”
“Wait a second, he didn’t ask nicely.”
Leonardo shrugs as he catches sight of his cigarette. He picks it up and places the cigarette in his mouth; he tries to breathe in the toxins but nothing comes out. He holds the cigarette out to Bruce with a raised brow.
Bruce glances upward before he huffs out a growl and blows out a small flame enough to light the cigarette. “Get to it.”
Leonardo rolls his nonprosthetic shoulder as he makes his way to the broken half of the sword on the ground. He smiles when he notices how stressed Bruce is over the safety of his lackeys.
Bruce has always been a good man, even when he’s choking Leonardo out. Just as the future-slider remembers.
Leonardo saves each and every Makers of Barbarianism member from their impending doom, making sure each one lands in a way that doesn’t injure them too badly. They may have a few bumps or bruises but they’ll live. And when the job is done, he takes a long drag of his cigarette.
“Well, that was fun. Wouldn’t want to do this again, but I wouldn’t mind a drink or two. What do you say, Brucie? Drinks on me?” Leonardo asks as he tosses the broken sword at Bruce then finds his place on one of the dock’s pilings to resume his waiting.
Bruce scowls silently, staring at his men. “The next time we meet will be the day I burn you to the ground.”
“Aw, don’t be like that Brucie. You can bring your family to the restaurant and I’ll perform a few magic tricks as a treat. Bellona is—what? Four, by now?” Leonardo offers as he thinks to himself, making silent calculations in his mind.
Bruce freezes. “What?”
Leonardo waves Bruce off, “Relax. I told you. I’m an old friend. Time doesn’t matter when it comes to friendships, Brucie.”
Bruce stares at Leonardo before he picks up one of the yokai closest to him. “I’ll see you around, Azules.”
Okay I’m back with another poll that got me thinking… we all know F!Leos aren’t great at first impressions with their respective younger counterparts, right? (But it’s literally so interesting watching their relationship unfold from the first interaction like I love it all so much.) So this is lowkey inspired by this post by @somerandomdudelmao but…
Which F!Leo first impression would you rather experience as Lil Leo?
MNMC
OMO
TAE
AMW
NQK
DMD
LH
ITBOTB
WMAS
Voting ended onMar 11, 2023
If you can’t remember, don’t worry neither can I lol! But try not to guess b/c you might not know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll try to summarize the first impressions but this is based off my own memory so I could be wrong:
MNMC by @mutantninjamidlifecrisis : literal brainwashed 5v1 in the sewers (?)
OMO by @threestripeslider : very spooky step forward (?)
TAE by @apatheticrobots : trauma speech(?)
AMW by @teainthesnow : Body possession (wtf /lh)
NQK by @tervaneula : literally shows up with a balding F!Mikey that’s gotta be so confusing
DMD by @nani-nonny : Battle Nexus champ fight(?)
LH by @last-hourglass : portal closed b/c wrong Leo (technically haven’t met i cant remember and I haven’t caught up yet)
ITBOTB by @beeceit : passes out in a bathtub and throws sword (?)
WMAS by @chiangyorange : a short 5v1 in lair
Also, this isn’t a poll to see which first interaction/impression is worse or better, just something to look into like, would you have reacted the same ways Lil Leos did?
Self hatred is a complicated emotion, one hard to understand or decipher on your own. But somewhere in the mess of it, Leonardo knows his is born of grieving for the person he used to be, and the life he denied his younger self.
