content: cuddling, talks about marriage, Leo is annoying (affectionate)
You don't pay a lot of attention to Splinter's complaints, usually. More often than not, they're either unreasonable, such as when he's threatening to call up the channel streaming his favourite show for putting too many ad breaks in between, or simply depressing to listen to for long, the ramblings of a frustrated former Hollywood star.
Even now, when he groans, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation, claws pricking his skin, you're busy otherwise, focusing instead on the way Leo's fingers draw small circles and heart shapes onto the back of your hand. His skin is pleasantly cool to the touch, though now warmed where you're pressed against him.
Somewhere to the side, Donnie and Raph are bickering, tones haughty versus frustrated; Splinter huffs in exasperation. "I will never marry any of them off."
The words still catch your attention. Your head snaps up, blinking, staring at Splinter, whose attention has already returned to the TV as though his carelessly chosen words haven't just shaken your entire world.
It's easy to imagine yourself in a white dress. To think of flowers and cake, some time to unwind after the stress of the last months.
It's too easy to fantasise about walking down the aisle, literal or not — you'd say 'yes' at Hueso's if he'd ask —, meeting in a finalising kiss.
You have to snap out of it. Already, your face feels oddly hot, and your stomach flutters despite the lack of anything actually happening. It's just a daydream, and you're not eight years old anymore.
You turn to face Leo and find he's already looking at you.
"You were so thinking about it."
Immediately, your face flushes with warmth. "What? No way. I don't even know what you're talking about."
"You so were." His grin stretches. "C'mon, you can admit it. You want that Hamato name."
You sputter, flustered enough to struggle with forming the proper sentence; "You're being stupid. Shut up."
Leo snickers, leaning closer until your faces threaten to touch, the entire side of his body flush with yours. "Am I? 'Cause I know I'd like that a lot." At some point, he's lowered his voice, and it feels horribly more intimate immediately. "Don't tell me you'd actually reject me if I were to propose."
"I mean", you choke out, brows drawn together in a frown, "That's not what I said, but Leo—"
"Yeah?"
"This is all very sudden."
His grin doesn't fade nor twitch, but you suddenly sense a hint of vulnerability in his expression, and you can't tell if he's joking anymore. "Is it? I've been looking for rings for weeks now, babe."
Your breath catches in your throat. With how secretive April has been, you actually believe him.
It takes a few seconds to steady your voice again. "I never said I'd say 'no'." Your hand comes up to cup his cheek; Leo leans to nuzzle into your palm, eyes still firmly on yours, and your smile gains a mischievous edge. "Though for anything more than that you'll have to actually try it. I'm not spoiling my engagement reaction."
request: Just to start this off, your fanfiction is AMAZING. Top tier, it's like trying your favorite food for the first time except every time is just as good as the last time you had it... Sorry for the food analogy, that's the only way I can describe my love for something. Anyways, I read one of the rise!tmnt posts you wrote where the reader was all girly and loved pink... I was wondering if you could do something similar for 2012 Leo? Reader is all bubbly and constantly energetic, it's like Mikey but 20x worse and theres no stop button. Romantic? :3 Even if you decide not to (which is fine!!), just know I love your writing! ૮꒰ྀི∩' ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
🝮 girly!enthusiastic!s/o HCs
2012!leo x gender-neutral reader
author’s note: I love this little bunny ૮꒰ྀི∩' ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ leonardo ❤︎༻°₊ ｡
ఌ He is amazed that such a bright and delightful person lives in New York.
No offense to April, but this was a very drab and dingy place, so to see such a beacon of joy and color standing amidst the wear and tear of his city? Well, what isn’t there to admire..
ఌ Forgive him for somehow always being there to swoop in and protect you regardless of the hour or setting. He isn’t stalking, I assure you that.
It’s just a bit difficult not to notice bright pinks amidst the grays, especially when it’s followed by a squeal and a criminal shouting, ‘ damn, little lady! ‘
“ You have no right! “ You barked at the harasser, charging your stance to swing your purse again. It held just the essentials—gloss, hygiene pouch, lipstick, deodorant, back-up heels, scrunchies, and an ornate wooden comb.
The criminal stumbled back, growing more and more irritated by the second. You were SUPPOSED to be an easy target—squeal girlishly, fork over all your belongings, profit.
But noooo, he just happened to stop the one little weasel who stood her ground. That really grinds his gears. His hand shifted to his back pocket, and for a moment you worried about biting off more than you could chew.
Suddenly, a figure larger than you touched down between you and your assailant, his footfalls heavy yet graceful. It felt like slow-mo was activated as your eyes followed up one of the two blades the figure wielded. One was held firm in front of him while the other seemed to cup around you.
“ Whoa.. ” You whispered, following down the blade and up to the hero’s back. A shell?
From his crouched position, the hero rose to stand tall, twirling his katanas into a forward stance. “ Halt, villain. ” He growled with an obviously feigned intimidation.
The criminal tucked tail from the hulking appearance and weapon alone. You tried to contain the tightly-wound ball of energy in your chest as your fists tightened, rising to press against your chest. The thundering of your heart might as well been hooked to a speaker for all to hear.
“ I presume you’re safe, citizen? ” He turned to you, looking ever so serious.
“ YOU’RE SO COOL! ” You threw your hands out, palms wide and gesturing wildly towards him and all he was.
His face fell instantly, deep foresty hues blooming across his cheeks. “ I-I am? I, I mean, I am! ”
ఌ The fact that your girliness belies your headstrong attitude was all the more alluring. Sure you did need Leo’s help when it came to matters much larger than a human’s capabilities, but too many times before had he stepped in to save you from petty theft or stick-ups, only to arrive upon a scene that seemed more like the assailant needing help.
ఌ Because of how excited you get when he swoops in to save you, Leo wonders sometimes if you get in the altercations on purpose.
“ Don’t you realize the situation you’re in!? ” The stranger ragdolled you in his grip frustratedly. He was a purple dragon grunt, holding you scruffed by your jacket—a lovely pink jean jacket with lacework and a beaded Sakura tree blossoming across the back, up your shoulders, and down to the elbows.
You held a compact mirror, adding a touch more mascara to lengthen your eyelashes. “ I do, but look! ” Your fists balled cutely, trembling with excitement by your cheeks as you held back a squeal of joy. When your finger stretched out to point towards the sky, down came a familiar vigilante who struck the grunt with such speed that you were seamlessly swapped into his grasp instead.
“ Why does trouble always find you? ” Leo grumbled in a tone laced with distress. He was too worried to even consider how he held you—his arm wrapped around your midsection, holding you horizontal against his side.
“ Mmmaybe… ‘Cause I’m… cute? ” You batted your eyes up at him with a beaming grin, hands clasped together in the position of prayer hands. As if to punctuate your point, you clicked your heels together, crossed behind you like a teenager on her phone.
Leo averted his gaze to hide the embarrassment painting across his face.
ఌ He loves when you come by the lair, but he finds it incredibly unnerving how you can deliberately walk without a trace of sound in heels longer than the tantō concealed within his swords’ hilt.
ఌ Leo swings back and forth between how he feels about your intruding on his practice times.
On one hand, he enjoys the attention of a fan cheering him on. You were always very genuine and transparent about your feelings, so he didn’t have to guess whether you were being facetious or truly invested.
Leo stepped forward swiftly, a single katana in his double-handed grasp, delivering a lightning-quick slice across the training dummy before him. Before he could poise himself for another strike, hoping to better his stance and the hesitancy in his hold, Leo was shaken to his core as you cried out in praise.
“ Eee!! So cool, so cool, so coooooll!! ” You kicked your feet in your sat-position across from him. You were supposed to stay on the sidelines, quietly. That was not a word within your repertoire.
So, on the other-other hand, Leo had a tough time tolerating your company.
“ Could you please, I don’t know.. ” His arms dropped as he slouched a bit, trying to find a kinder way to put things, “ like, go? Or-or at least be quieter.. than.. Uh, never mind.. ” He gave up after seeing your giddy look soaking up every word he said. It felt like he was trying to kick a puppy, and for some odd reason, the idea of you actually leaving made him feel uncomfortable.
“ Don’t kick me out, please, I’ll be quiet, watch! ” You feigned pulling a zipper across your mouth and then did little jazz hands excitedly on either side of your head.
“ I.. I won’t. You can stay—just, please, let me concentrate. ” How ever he could do that with the thundering in his chest was beyond me. Leo had a word for the feeling in his chest that he didn’t quite feel ready to admit to yet.
ఌ He would reorganize his patrolling hours to coincide with the times you were out, simply due to your innate ability to find trouble.
ఌ Leo was astounded by your way of putting pieces together for downright adorable outfits. Styling a plain shirt whose sleeves were cuter than its body, with a vest that was too plain as a top, and then tucking a skirt seamlessly into a matching belt?
The lengths you would go to and the mental steps along the way to just know each garment would combine together to create a cohesive sight? It was like watching a painter lay down strokes of color until it built, from the ground up, a gorgeous masterpiece.
Leo sighed affectionately, watching you toss random accessories around the room. He didn’t realize he was staring until you turned to him and gasped. “ W-What? ” His complexion paled as he considered you may have taken offense to his staring.
“ You’re staring! ” You smiled, dropping down to rifle through the bag of clothes you had brought down to the lair for the sole purpose of dress-up, “ that’s tots a sign you wanna join! ” Your voice lilted with excitement.
“ It does? ” He questioned.
You rose up holding pants that matched the floral pattern of your skirt, “ Sure does, try these! They’ll definitely fit you, I made sure-sies! ”
ఌ Though it took time, Leo came around to your Mikey-like enthusiasm and energy.
“ And then I was wondering, ‘ oh, but if we’re supposed to wear gloves when we use the gluey-thingy, then maybe we should wear masks too, cause what if they’re fume-y! And—“ You prattled on about something Leo had gotten lost on much earlier in the conversation.
“ Right. ” He nodded along, trying his best to keep up even if it was just by a hair.
“ … ” Taking in an unexpected breath, you held it for a few beats before then letting it go. It was a soft pause, a breath laced with affectionate intention. A rare moment of silence passed by between you both.
Leo would’ve been comfortable with the silence, if it weren’t incredibly misplaced with someone so full of life like you. “ Are you okay? ” He asked, head tilting with a mixture of worry and curiosity.
“ I’m fine, it’s just… ” You shook your head, hand reaching out to graze his, a quiet motion asking permission to hold hands.
Leo obliged, albeit with an averted gaze and darkening hue encircling his face.
As you both walked back to your place, head leaning over to rest on his shoulder, a blanket of comfort laid across your body. “ You always listen to me, even when I’m not saying anything worthwhile.. You’re very kind, Leo.. ” Your eyes focused on the synchronized swing of you and his feet, watching the ground pass under you both. “ The streets were cleaner than usual, ” you thought.
“ Well.. ” Leo started, but realized he had nothing to add. He simply hummed in agreement, his hand gently squeezing yours as you both walked.
The silence grew more comfortable, as if a puzzle piece finally fell into its rightful place.
“ I really appreciate you… Like.. I love you, I think. ” You muttered, though it was a mystery whether it was to yourself or to Leo.
Nonetheless, he stopped still. You halted a couple seconds later as you felt resistance from his hand, turning to see him staring widely at you.
“ Ah, too much? ” The softness in your voice betrayed your usual Mikey-like demeanor.
“ N-no, you’re, “ Leo paused, hesitating for a moment to find words hopefully more intelligent than the only ones in his tongue, “—you’re never too much... ” He could already feel that this would be the end of him—happily?
ఌ As a couple, your energy seemed to double. There was something about mixing high energy with affection that turned you into a constant force to be reckoned with.
“ Leonardo, you appear to have a visitor. ” Splinter spoke with a tone strangers could misconstrue as heavy and intimidating, but by Leo could easily detect the fondness it carried.
“ Yes! Hi—hi Mister, no, Master? Hi Master Splinter! ” Your heels clickety-clacked with the energy of a professional tap dancer as excitement filled your entire being. It was hard to contain.
Splinter dipped his head in acknowledgment.
“ Ah, thank you, Sensei.. ” Leo wore a lopsided smile as he bowed to adjourn his practice. He turned to you, walking over with a wave, “ You’re earl—“
“ Leo !!! ” Your cheeks must have hurt from how widely you were grinning. Barely a second had passed before you launched into his arms, rubbing your cheek against his, “ I’m not early, I came right when I wanted to see you! ”
ఌ Sometimes Leo would liken your affection and energy to a lovable puppy. That comparison turned out to be too cutesy and made his heart swell a tad bit much.
ఌ Truly, Leo was most incapable of holding his usual composure when you would use him as a practice board for make-up. Particularly because you only ever practiced your lipstick and gloss on him.
“ A-Ah, hey.. ” He mumbled, eyes darting all over the room without anything to settle on—certainly not on the sight of you sitting between his legs, yours criss-crossed between.
You hummed curiously, turning your head backwards to look up at him behind you. Your back was against his plastron, “ Yes? ”
“ Nothing, just, is there a reason for you to be, uh, ” Leo was trying to walk around the subject until sighing and getting straight to the point, “ not that I mind, but why are you using my hand to swatch? ” He gestured to his left hand which became a canvas of different shades and sparkles—some more visible than others.
“ Oh! Easy, hehe! ” You took his hand and kissed it again, leaving behind a pretty cerulean shade with specks that glittered like the night sky, “ I’m looking for which of my lip-sticks makes kissing you even cuter. ”
I’m sure you can imagine exactly how he short-circuited
Something something, Leo testing your Japanese on a random late night
Except you’re on your stomach with no shirt, eyes closed and resting your cheek against your folded arms while he uses a wet paintbrush on your skin to spell out kanji
“And this one?”
“Moon,”
He hums quietly in approval, running a washcloth carefully up and down your spine to ‘erase’
“This?”
Your brows furrow together slightly, mentally redoing the kanji
“Ocean…?”
“Correct,”
You smile tiredly, exhaling softy while he scrubs away the word
“This one’s gonna be longer, okay?”
You ‘mhm’ and wait
He starts, the strokes featherlight against your back. Some are short, some are a bit long and there’s more than you anticipated.
When he’s done you quietly go over the kanji you’ve learned and studied, brows bunching once again.
“One more time?” He asks
You nod and he smooths his palm across your skin, spreading the tiny droplets of water. When he’s done he leans down to kiss the back of your neck once, twice, before pulling away
You shiver, lips curling into a smile as he starts the kanji over again, moving slower so you can concentrate.
It takes you a few seconds but once you register what he painted, your eyes open and meet his. He’s already looking at you, features casted in a soft glow of orange from the surrounding candles and the brush resting against his thigh as he patiently waits.
“Love.”
His only confirmation is a smile, picking the tool up again and dipping it back into the pot of water.
2012 Leo x Reader (Can be read as any version of Leo)
No TW - Just Fluff
Summary: Small touches leads to a big gesture. What happens when Y/N thinks Leo ghosted her? Scared away by her touch or something way worse.
It started small, a correction on the dojo mat. Hands lingering on your waist, twisting in the direction he wanted you to go. Legs bumping each other on the couch as you all lounged watching a movie. Fingertips touching as he handed you a cup of tea. For most these would mean nothing but the feeling of his skin on yours kept you awake at night. Replaying the small memories over and over again. You found yourself both shying away and craving more. You got dressed trying to pick something casual but cute for Friday pizza night. As you grabbed your bag, getting ready to leave your home you looked to the living room that was once again empty. You left a note for your parents letting them know you would be at a friends and then departed. Your parents were often unemotionally available to you, you barely even saw them anymore now that you were old enough to care for yourself.
As the bustle of the lair died down, snacks laid out around everyone as the movie intro started everyone found their normal spots on the couch. You grabbed a throw blanket and went to sit in your normal spot next to Leo, he moved over to allow you room as you got comfortable next to him. When it was the dead of winter the lair would get cooler, even with Donnie's heating system you needed to bundle up being down here. Your hands were exceptionally cold as you moved them under the blanket trying to warm them up, you accidentally bumped Leo's arm. "Sorry." you mumbled. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his hand reach out for yours, he pulled it back against his arm laying his hand flat on top of yours. "Your hands are freezing." he whispered lowly. You both looked at each other your face undoubtedly red as you whispered a small, "Thanks." You both stared at each other. Just as you were getting lost in his eyes the others around you busted out laughing at some part in the movie, luckily unaware of the moment you and Leo were having.
Your breath stalled as your hand stayed pressed against his arm, your eyes were on the screen but your mind was memorizing the feeling of his cool, rough skin beneath your fingertips. You body quivered, mainly from the chill around you but also from the nerves coursing through your body. As much as your mind said that you needed to pull away, that you didn't need to take to much you couldn't help but want more. You craved the feeling of his skin on yours, no you needed it. Your heartbeat picked up as you contemplated making a bold move, you took a deep breath before willing your body to move despite what your brain was screaming at you. Leo wouldn't find your touch repulsive you reassured yourself as you shifted, you pulled your body against his slowly, as if unsure. He didn't look at you but could feel the way his arm tensed slightly, it made you slow your movements as you looked up to him. He looked down at you, the light from the TV illuminating him as he also released a breath. You slowly closed the gap between your bodies, laying your head on his shoulder as you allowed your weight to lay against him.
You both stilled against one another, muscles tense as you tried to wrap your head around if this was real. You felt him relax slightly and it made you relax as well. As your anxiety released you, you allowed yourself to truly soak in the feeling of him against you. Your other hand moved to rest on his forearm, as you closed your eyes. Your cheek laying against his cool bicep, as you opened and closed your eyes you could feel your lashes brushing against him. You had thrown every previous reservation out the window fully taking what touch you could have from him while he allowed it. You felt Leo lean against you, fully accepting the affection you gave him. As you both found yourself in this little bubble on the end of the couch, you looked to the movie to see it was already almost over. Your heart lurched at the realization that this wouldn't last much longer, and who knows when Leo would allow you to be this close to him again. You moved your thumb against his arm, feeling the scales against your smooth finger tips. Until finally Mikey jumped up exclaiming, "Best movie ever!!!!" You moved away from Leo creating space before his family realizes what just happened and they give him hell for it.
You looked over to Leo, who had his gaze fixed on you. He opened his mouth to speak before Mikey cut him off. "What was your favorite part Y/N?" Your whipped your head to Mikey before saying.. "I'm not gonna lie Mikey. I wasn't really watching it." He deadpanned at you, "How could you not? So you missed the part where..." Mikey's tirade of how great the movie was drowned out as you cut eyes over to Leo again who's still looked at you like he had something to say. You decided it was very late and you needed to get home, and you absolutely wanted to avoid this conversation. Cleaning up your messes to keep Splinter from having all of your asses, April and Casey grabbed their things. "You coming Y/N?" April called out. "Coming." you called out grabbing your bag. "Actually, I'm going to take Y/N home." Leo's commanding voice called out from behind you. You turned to see him looking at you. Almost as if his expression was asking despite his demanding tone. You turned to April, "Yeah, I'll see you guys later." You gave her a small smile, she glanced between you and Leo before giving you a soft smile and leaving.
You turned to Leo who walked up to you taking your backpack from you and motioning for you to lead the way out of the lair. You held your breath feeling him walk behind you, your heart raced as you wondered what he would say about your actions. As you made it to the manhole he went up first, checking his surroundings as he made it to the surface he extended a hand down to you. As you made it to the top of the ladder you timidly took his hand, you looked up to him unprepared for him to hoist you up, grabbing you waist and pulling you up against him. Before you could even catch your breath he was already jumping to the roof, the speed of his movements stealing your breath as you put your face in the crook of his neck. As he jumped from rooftop to rooftop you kept your arms around him tightly. You suddenly felt the air around you still as you opened your eyes. You pulled back from him to see him looking down at you. He lowered your feet to the rooftop gently, making sure you had your footing before releasing you. You stepped back from him, as you took in your surroundings you noticed you were on your own roof. You smiled to him, "Thank you." He looked to you with a very serious expression. "Always."
You both stood there looking at each other, working up the nerve to say what it is you both wanted to say. He breathed, "I'm not good... at feelings.. or rather talking about them.." You looked into his eyes, taking a breath of courage you stepped towards him again, looking up to meet his eyes. "Then show me." you whispered. He reached out, hand grasping your hip pulling you flush against him as his other hand tangled into your hair. You held a breath as he leaned down to meet your lips. The kiss was gentle, timid, and unsure. As you both pulled back inches from each other your breath fanning across each others faces, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was quiet, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips. You smiled pulling him back down to your lips, "Me too." You mumbled against him as you pulled your body up against him, deepening the kiss. He responded to the kiss finally kissing you with passion and fire. You both got lost in each other, your hands rubbing up his arms and shoulders, his hands finding their way beneath your shirt touching the soft skin of your hips, thumbs brushing the bottom of your rib cage. You sighed into his mouth, "Leo." you breathed out. His eyes looked darker than before, hungry in a way you had felt. Both of you soaking up the feeling of being in someones arms.
He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as best you could. You moaned as he pressed your back against the rooftops access door, his lips on yours again. As you both continued to kiss feverishly you couldn't help the burn in your lungs, you finally had to push him back, him chasing your lips again. "Breathe, I have to breathe." you said panting. He seemed confused, "I can't hold my breath as long as you." You said with a light laugh, he smiled moving his attention to your neck. Just as his lips found your pulse point his phone rang, the sound made you jump having forgotten where you where being so engrossed in Leo. He pulled back enough to answer, "Donnie, what's wrong?" You couldn't hear the other side of the phone call only Leo responding, "I'll be there in 10." As he hung up he gently set you down, both of you reluctant to let go.
You smiled lowering your arms, "Will you come back?" you asked. "If you want me to, I will." "Yes." you responded almost to quickly cheeks heating up. He smiled leaning forward to kiss the top of your head, "Then I'll see you soon." And then he was gone, leaving you breathless on the rooftop. You watched the traffic below for a few moments, mind reeling from everything that just happened. You suddenly remembered the key detail that Leo would be back, racing down the fire escape you quickly tidied up your room. Racing down the hall you took a shower, did every step of your skincare routine before you slipped on your cutest sleepwear. You got under the covers looking at your phone, no texts from Leo. As you tossed and turned for a few hours you struggled to stay awake for him. As you slowly got the sinking feeling in your stomach understanding that Leo wasn't coming back, was it because of everything that happened? Had he changed his mind? Your thoughts continued to spiral as you fell asleep.
You woke the next day feeling like a fool. You had original plans to go to the lair today but given the circumstances you opted to stay home. You made yourself a coffee sitting on the couch and pulling out your phone to doom scroll in your feelings when you get a text from April. "How did things go with Leo last night?" You teared up as you responded, "I thought really well, but then he was going to come back and ghosted me." You set your phone down as you wiped your face, you put in your headphones working on some house chores and organizing. Before you knew it the day was halfway through. You started to make yourself some lunch when your phone rang. You picked it up seeing Donnie's contact, it was very odd for him to call so you answered with a bit of a on edge voice. "Hello?" "Y/N? Are you able to come to the lair?" he asked quickly. "Umm well.." You heard something clatter in the background. "I don't think I should Don, Leo and I might need some time apart." "Well Leo got injured in a fight with the foot last night and ever since he woke up he's been insisting on going to your place to see you and he's in no condition to make that trip at the moment." Donnie rambled. "Wait, what?! Leo's hurt?" you asked already moving to slip on your shoes.
"Yes, Karai ambushed us last night. He needs rest but he refuses until he sees you." Donnie sounded stressed. "I'm on my way." you said before hanging up the phone and racing to the nearest manhole. You ran through the tunnels making it to the lair's entrance in record time. As you rushed in Donnie was suddenly standing before you pulling you towards the infirmary. "He's this way. What happened last night? Why is he so insistent on seeing you." You stopped at the door cheeks on fire as you pushed Donnie back, "Maybe I should go talk to him, alone." you finished as he looked like he had finally pieced the puzzle together. "I'll come get you if I need you." He nodded as you finally opened the door and rushed in, before you was a sight that made your heart drop. Wrapped in bandages across his torso, Leo laid in the bed, eyes clenching shut as if he was in terrible pain. "Leo!" you called out racing over to him. His eyes shot open, turning his head to look at you. As you made it to the edge of the bed you looked him over, "What happened? Are you alright?" your hands dancing over the bandages but not touching him afraid to hurt him more.
He reached forward grabbing one of your hands, "I'm sorry." You shook your head, "What? You have nothing to be sorry for.." He cut you off, "I didn't come back, you thought.. you thought I ghosted you." You shook your head, "I did but that doesn't matter right now." You looked at the sweat beading up on his skin and his labored breathing. "I'm getting Donnie." You went to turn as he pulled your hand back towards him, "No, don't leave. I know I'm being selfish but with you.. I want to be." You stilled leaning over him, "It's ok to want something for yourself Leo." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You reached out placing your hand on the side of his face, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes looking at you as you smiled, "What?" he mumbled. "I don't think I've ever seen you without your mask." you whispered. A calmness washed over both of you, you slowly leaned over him your lips leaving a gently kiss on his forehead. You pulled back inches from his face, "Let me go get Donnie." He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off, "Please, for me?" He stopped before giving a gentle nod.
As Donnie redressed the deep gash on Leo's side you scurried around him handing him things he needed. "Y/N, can you hand me that medical tape?" You handed it to him, you noticed Donnie having trouble holding the gauze in place so you reached across holding the gauze in place gently. "Thanks." Donnie said as he started to tape the gauze down as best he could. You glanced over to Leo who had his gaze fixed on you. "You doing ok?" you asked. He nodded, as Donnie finally finished up got a rag cleaning the area around the wound as best you could. Unknown to you Donnie had left some time ago leaving you and Leo alone. As you sat up you reached for the blanket that had been bunched up, you draped it across him. His eyes were heavy as he looked at you. "Rest, I'll be here when you wake up." you said pulling up a chair and settling next to the bed.
After a few hours you woke groggily, body sore from the sleeping in such an awkward position. You groaned lightly as you rubbed your neck, "You alright?" you opened your eyes to see Leo trying to sit up. You nodded rubbing the soreness out of your neck from the awkward sleeping angle. Leo winced waking you up more as you stood up. You helped him to sit up gently, "How are you feeling?" "Better, luckily being a mutant we heal faster than everyone else." You sat on the edge of the bed, a steady hand on his arm incase he needed you, "Still you should rest today. Take care of yourself first for once." He looked to you, "I should walk you home." You smiled, "If I stay here tonight will you take care of yourself?" He nodded a hand reaching out and tucking a hair behind your ear, "Yeah, only if you rest with me." Your cheeks dusted pink, "I don't think your dad would like that very much."
He stalled for a moment before his eyes widened and his face got a shade darker of green. "No, I mean. I don't mean." He stuttered, eyes darting around the room. "Not rest here per say." He gestured to his bed, "But here." He motioned towards the door to the rest of the lair still stuttering. "Like you know not in my bed but like in you know some other bed here or like the couch. But not like here." He gestured to his bed again. You laughed, pulling him into a hug. "You are so adorable." You kissed his cheek and his face felt hot beneath your lips. "Really you think.. you think I'm adorable." You laughed again embracing him, "I'm so happy you are alright. Take me on a proper date when you feel better okay." He returned the hug, "Count on it."
CWs: Illness/being sick with mentions of fever, chills, nausea, etc., medical themes, and comfort/caretaking. But mostly, fluff. All characters are aged-up.
LEO
Leo approaches your illness like a tactical crisis. He is deeply, deeply concerned, but he channels that anxiety into being incredibly organized and authoritative.
He completely commandeers your recovery. He sets up a strict hydration and medication schedule on a whiteboard next to your bed. If you try to get up to use the bathroom, he is instantly there, hovering a hand near your waist just in case your knees buckle.
Being part reptile, he’s naturally drawn to warmth. When he sits next to you on the bed, your feverish heat makes him want to lean in close. But he forces himself to stay back because he doesn’t want to accidentally make you hotter.
His hands are steady and gentle as he wrings out a washcloth and lays it perfectly across your forehead. If you start shivering from chills and beg him to hold you, it breaks his heart. But he’ll compromise by letting you hold onto his wrist while he speaks to you in a soothing voice until you fall asleep.
RAPH
Raph has zero coping mechanisms for things he cannot physically fight. He can’t punch a virus, which makes him incredibly frustrated, restless, and deeply worried that his size and gruffness will make you feel worse.
He paces. A lot. The floorboards of the lair or your apartment groan under his weight as he stalks back and forth outside your bedroom door. He will yell at his brothers to “Shut the hell up, they’re tryin’ to sleep!” even if they are only whispering.
He feels clumsy and dangerous around you when you’re this fragile. When you’re delirious and sweaty, you might reach out for him. The first time he tries to press a cool hand to your cheek, he’s terrified his rough skin will make you feel worse.
Once he realizes that you actually want him there, he softens completely. If you’re freezing from chills, he’ll sit on the edge of the bed and carefully pull you against his chest. He’ll wrap his arms around you, murmuring gruff but well-meaning comforts into your hair like, “I gotcha. You’re fine. Just breathe, babe.”
DONNIE
Donnie handles his panic with data. The moment your temperature crosses 100°F, he goes into a full medical research spiral, treating your flu with the intensity of a level four biohazard outbreak.
Your room suddenly looks like a makeshift ICU. He sets up a digital monitor to track your heart rate, oxygen levels, and temperature. He’s constantly adjusting a humidifier and checking your vitals every twenty minutes.
He’ll accidentally overwhelm you with information because he’s trying to reassure himself. He’ll explain the exact cellular mechanics of a fever while you’re just laying there groaning. “Technically, your hypothalamus is elevating your thermoregulatory setpoint to create an inhospitable environment for the pathogen, which is actually a good sign, but—”
The second he sees a tear squeeze out of your eye, the scientist melts away and just leaves the man who loves you. He’ll immediately shut up and dim all the lights and screens. He’ll bring you electrolyte fluids, and he will sit by your side, gently stroking your hair, watching your vitals like a hawk so you don’t have to worry about a thing.
MIKEY
Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, so seeing you weak, pale, and shivering completely derails his usual high-energy self. He becomes incredibly sweet, quiet, and hyper-focused on making you comfortable.
He believes in the healing power of cozy comfort. He will raid the entire lair or your residence for the softest blankets, pillows, and plushies, building a literal nest around you on the bed or couch until you are practically buried.
He’s very tactile and usually has no concept of personal space. Having to keep his distance so you can rest is hard for him. He’ll sit on the floor next to your bed, just watching you with huge, sad, puppy-dog eyes.
He’ll make you homemade chicken noodle soup (Splinter’s recipe). He will literally spoon-feed it to you if you’re too weak to sit up. To distract you from the aches, he’ll softly queue up your favorite comfort movie or read you ridiculous internet threads in a hushed voice until you drift off.
Okay not that i think i have any followers or people who actively know who i am but if you do i apologise for not posting/writing another fic, but don't worry i'll make sure i post every 2 days or so. anyway, here is a (probably mischaracterised cause idk him that well) Bayverse Leonardo fanfic cause i did say i'd write about all the tmnt.
Bayverse!Leonardo x F!Reader
Warnings : mentions of somnophilia towards the end, P in V, unprotected sex (use condoms for the love of god) fahh idk if theres anymore 😭 i feel like i may be too tame should i make my fanfics more filthy yes or no?
This ones quite short and probably won't make a lot of sense since i'm delirious and tired.
After a hard training session with your terrapin boyfriend, you find yourself absolutely mesmerised by his abilities and very, very muscular body.
Sitting on a small cushion on the sidelines of the dojo, you wipe your forehead. You continue to stare at the way his body moves, every flex of his biceps makes you drool.
"You alright?"
He asks, making you snap out of your thoughts, realising you'd been caught staring. You shake your head, pretending that you hadn't been admiring his muscles.
"Nope. I'm all good, Leo."
Leo nodded, a soft smile on his lips. He walked over, extending his hand out to where you were sitting.
You took his hand, the both of you leaning in closer.
"Just checking, you don't mind if i kiss you, right?"
You scoff with a smile, cupping the side of his face with your left hand.
"Of course i don't mind."
He smirks and pulls you closer, his hands posessively gripping your hips. You arch closer into him, a small sound escaping you at the feeling of his body against yours.
Leo pulled away, looking down at you with a flushed expression.
"We should probably leave, i don't want sensei to catch us defiling the dojo, he'd send us both straight to the Hashi"
You nod, grabbing his hand and leading the both of you out of the Dojo.
You guys both walk to leos room. You walk in and leo closes the door behind him, locking it. You sit down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.
"So..."
You start, watching leo plop down beside you, his bed dipping slightly.
"You were pretty good in the dojo today.."
You blush, leaning against him.
"Yeah? You were too, Hun."
He wraps his arm around you, using his free hand to make you look up at him. He leans down and captures your lips in another kiss, soft and gentle with a hint of urgency.
You kiss back, using a small force to pull him towards you, he follows your lead, making him end up ontop of you. He pulls away, staring into your eyes.
"What are you trying to get me to do?"
His voice was so clueless yet so knowing. Heat radiated from your body as you felt the wetness form between your thighs.
A deep pool of butterflies swirled in your stomach at the sight of his beautiful blue eyes staring down at you so lovingly.
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
You reply, grazing your hand up and down his cheeks, hoping to give a little bit more of an idea as to how much you wanted him.
"I'm comfortable with...anything."
He spoke softly, moving to shift both your legs on either side of his body, leaning over you.
"As long as you help me out a bit.."
He stares at you longingly, clearly nervous and unsure. You smile and wrap an arm around his neck as you use the other to prop yourself up so you can lean in closer to him above you.
"Don't worry, I'll help you out as much as i can."
You reply, kissing him again. He slides his tongue into your mouth, grunting into the kiss.
Leo slides his right hand down from your waist, having it rest on your thigh. He squeezed, making you giggle.
He pulled away and looked at you curiously, squeezing your thigh again. You pull your thigh away after giggling again.
"Quit that, you tease"
You joke, making him chuckle and hook his hand around your pants.
"I'll remember that for later."
He starts pulling your pants down, taking them off and throwing them somewhere in his room. His hands rest on your knees while he looks to you.
"I'm not like a human, by the way, it'll be a very different experience."
You nod
"I know, i want to find out what it's life, Leo."
He shakes his head with a smile, moving his hand away frim your knee to his tail, rubbing his cloaca.
He throws his head back at his own actions, a pure sight to behold.
He feels himself begin to drop, so he lines his tail up with your entrance, his dick sliding into you.
You feel it inside, wincing at the size. Leo leans down, his head resting in the crook of your neck. As his cock sinks deeper, you hear him let out a whiny moan, sucking the skin between your collarbone and neck.
"Shit, Leo...that feels amazing..."
"Language, baby."
His voice was so course and primal, it sent a shiver up your spine.
He starts thrusting after you've adjusted to the size. You moan out, unable to contain the pleasure surging throughout your body.
"This feels...Amazing..."
Leo admits, his teeth getting dangerously close to your skin. His nails dig into you, keeping you in place as he roughly thrusts into you, keeping an unsteady and sloppy pace.
You threw your head back and relished in the feeling, feeling more pleasure when his teeth sink into your neck. He bit hard.
You were going to have bruises all over but god it was worth it.
"Leo, oh my god...right there! Yes!"
You cling into his arms, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He thrusts faster, clearly aching for release.
"Dreamed of this, Babe...you feel so tight."
His words only sent you closer to the edge, and the smell of you was driving him crazy.
"Leo! Shit...i'm gonna-"
You didn't get to finish your sentance before you were orgasming around his cock. He didn't care though, he continued to pump into you, making you arch into him.
"Gonna go all night, hmm? Sound good?"
You agree, too blissed out from your orgasm to render what he was saying. All you could think about was how drunk you were on the feeling of his dick ramming into you.
Your thoughts were cut short by a hot liquid shooting into you. Leos thrusting began to stop.
He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you and pulling you close to him.
"If i had known sex felt that amazing, i would have fucked you months ago."
Leo smirked down at your dazed face.
"Mmm, i wanted you to."
You admitted, cuddling into his plastron. He chuckles.
"Next time just tell me."
You nod sleepily.
"Will do"
Leo leaned down to your ear, his hand tracing patterns on your back.
"If you fall asleep, you won't mind if i keep going, right?"
You nod, turning around.
"Love you, Honey."
He pulled a blanket over you both, beginning to line his already hard dick to your enterance.
"Love you-"
You were cut off by his door swinging open.
"Dude! I just had the craziest dream-"
Mikey stopped in his tracks at Leo's sighing expression and you pulling the covers over your head.
"Get. Out"
Leo threatened, Mikey gulped, stepping back as if trying to escape a hungry lion.
"Sorry dude, but uhh, you know, nice work"
He winked at Leo before closing the door. Leo rolled his eyes, putting his arms back around your waist.
"Back to you.."
He squeezes your thigh once more, making you laugh out.
"Leonardo!"
He chuckles, pulling you against him and resting his chin on your shoulders.
Gulp i hope this is somewhat good characterization of Leo, trust me i'll make sure his fanfics are more accurate. I'm not as knowledged on Leo as i am Raphael, so i'll work on that. Sorry if this fic is short it's like 4 am and i am knackered. Anyways ily all tysm for reading!
˚ ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ❀ ᰷ ⎯⎯͟͟ your father (the king) assigned him as your personal knight, to protect your life with his. you end up having an affair with him, something the king can’t know or else he would get leo killed | MEDIEVAL TMNT AU
tags:: #bay!leo #leoxreader #knightxprincess
he would have taken the oath on one knee, his sword laid before your father, his head bowed as he swore that your life would always come before his own.
every word would have carried weight because leonardo has never treated promises lightly. from that day onward, he would become your shadow.
every hallway you walked, every royal gathering, every ride beyond the castle walls—he would always be there, silent, disciplined, watchful.
at first, you were simply his duty.
then somewhere between stolen conversations in empty corridors and quiet rides through the castle gardens, duty slowly became something much more dangerous.
leo would fight against his feelings harder than anyone ever could. he would convince himself that loving you is selfish, dishonorable, and a betrayal of the king’s trust.
every time you smiled at him, every time your fingers accidentally brushed while he helped you down from your horse, he would immediately take a respectful step back, forcing distance between you both.
he would spend countless sleepless nights kneeling in the castle chapel, asking for the strength to bury feelings that only seemed to grow stronger. the tragedy is that no amount of discipline could make him stop loving you.
you would be the one who slowly breaks through that wall. perhaps one evening you would find him alone training beneath the moonlight, striking the wooden post over and over until his hands bled beneath his gloves.
when you asked why he pushed himself so mercilessly, he’d simply answer, “because if i fail… i lose more than my honor.” he would never explain what he truly meant, but the way his eyes lingered on yours for just a second too long would tell you everything.
the first time he kissed you would feel almost like surrender. after escorting you safely back from an ambush on the road, both of you would still be shaking from the realization that you had nearly died.
you would thank him, perhaps placing your hand against his face without thinking. leo would freeze completely.
he’d whisper your title instead of your name, almost pleading for you to stop before either of you crossed a line. but when you leaned in anyway, he would finally give in, kissing you with years of restraint breaking apart all at once.
afterward, he would rest his forehead against yours with genuine fear in his voice, quietly saying, “this can never happen again.”
neither of you would believe those words.
your meetings would become carefully planned secrets. hidden towers forgotten by servants, abandoned chapels covered in ivy, quiet sections of the royal gardens after midnight.
leo would always arrive first, checking every entrance, every shadow, making certain nobody had followed him. even during your stolen moments together, his instincts as your protector would never disappear.
he’d still listen for footsteps between kisses, still keep one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
physical affection would always feel incredibly precious because it would be so rare. leo isn’t naturally overly affectionate in public, and in secret he would still remain gentle rather than passionate. he would hold your hand beneath his cloak while walking hidden passages.
he’d brush loose strands of your hair behind your ear before memorizing your face as though he feared it might be the last time.
when you rested against his chest, he’d wrap his arms around you carefully, almost afraid to hold you too tightly, as though he didn’t deserve even that much happiness.
every royal ball would be absolute torture. you would be dancing with noble princes your father hoped you would marry while leo stood only a few steps away in polished armor, his face completely unreadable.
nobody would notice how his jaw tightened every time another man touched your waist. nobody would notice how your eyes kept searching the room until they found him standing by the throne.
the entire kingdom would believe he was simply performing his duty. only the two of you would know your hearts were breaking in plain sight.
if another knight or noble showed obvious interest in you, leo would never interfere unless your safety was threatened.
his jealousy would be painfully quiet.
he’d simply become more reserved afterward, convincing himself that one day you would marry someone worthy of your station while he returned to being nothing more than the man guarding your chamber door.
you’d notice the distance immediately, forcing him to admit the truth. even then he’d only whisper, “you deserve a future that doesn’t end with my execution.”
he would keep little reminders of you hidden where nobody would ever think to look. perhaps a ribbon you once tied around his injured wrist, pressed between the pages of an old prayer book.
maybe a pressed flower you absentmindedly tucked into his armor after a spring festival. tiny treasures that no king would ever notice, yet worth more to leo than gold itself.
the fear of discovery would never leave either of you. every unexpected knock on a door, every servant walking around a corner too suddenly, every mention from your father asking where his captain had been that evening would send your hearts racing.
leo would constantly think through escape routes, alibis, lies he hated telling. he’d rather die than deceive the king… yet he would do exactly that every single day if it meant protecting both your secret and your life.
if the king ever became suspicious, leo would immediately place all blame upon himself. even if you begged him not to, he would kneel before the throne and claim he had manipulated the princess, that you were innocent, that any punishment should fall upon him alone.
he knows exactly what sentence would await him. he simply could never bear watching your reputation be destroyed because of choices you both made together.
the most heartbreaking part is that leo would genuinely be prepared to die for you—not just because of the oath he swore years ago, but because somewhere along the way protecting your life stopped being his duty and became the greatest privilege he had ever known.
if the executioner’s sword was the price of keeping your name untarnished and your future secure, he would kneel without resistance.
his only regret wouldn’t be losing his own life… it would be leaving you behind, wondering if you would ever know that every promise he made to your father had been true, even if loving his daughter had broken every rule he had ever lived by.
