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[good-morning-warren]

Happy Birthday Leo!!! Apple crumble and vanilla ice cream, one of your favorite baked treats.

[sherenelle]

Heat - EWL Week 3 Michelangelo

Another old story I made at the beginning of discovering the tmnt t-cest-fandom. It looks like heat-seasons are a popular kind of story for t-cest-beginners. Mikey was in heat and lost his mind, he was chasing after a specific turtle (Leo in this case) and mated with him. After climaxing he fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke he had forgotten what happened.Leo couldn't believe that this happened to him, in a way he enjoyed it but he also feels guilty for letting it happen and fears what Master Splinter would say when he finds out. (That's the "Master Splinter is so going to kill me"-face ;) ). ________________________ TMNT doesn’t belongs to me! Art by me! Leoweek hosted by @caroaimezoe

[nei-ning]

Everybody wants Leo week, second week, Don x Leo (kind of).

I already drew naughty art (still need to post it on IB), but then this idea hit my head. Leo’s struggling with sleep issues, but he’s stubborn, keeping it hidden as long as possible. Finally he is too tired to hide it from Donnie who’s been trying to figure out ways to help his brother - and this is the way.

And don’t worry, the drug what Don used is safe! it just relaxes and makes Leo very sleepy (and slightly dizzy which is the only side effect).

Simple art again because I didn’t had energy to draw anything too seriously after spending whole day cleaning and decorating a house with Christmas stuff :3

[sketchdrawsstuff]

My contribution to the 2019 Everybody Wants Leo week! Days one and two posted here, I’ll see how many I can knock out :3

Day 1: Raphael

Day 2: Donatello

Art by me, do not repost ANYWHERE without credit plz, it makes me sad!

[kc-anathema]

written for the leoweek fandom event

Casey x Leo

"Get down!"

Casey ate pavement before he really registered Leonardo's voice, the bullets stitching the wall overhead, the shriek of steel on steel and sparks showering in front of Casey's face as he scrambled farther into the alley.

Fights didn't normally become this chaotic. A few beers, a motorcycle race to hype himself up, two hockey sticks and a lot of blood splashing on the wall and call it a night. Sometimes there were guns, sometimes ninjas with swords, sometimes a monster crawling up out of the sewers, three times as big as Casey, and the streets were a little safer. Then he and Raph would head back up to the rooftops, watch the sun come up and share another six pack.

Sometimes more.

But tonight the Foot clan and the Purple Dragons were in a war over territory with Diablo Puerto, and gang warfare with ancient weaponry and firearms was a chaotic nightmare of gunshots raining from fire escapes, windows ten stories up, hurled cinderblocks, shuriken and throwing knives and decapitated heads—

Michelangelo lay nearby, taking shelter behind the dumpster as he quickly bandaged a gash on his upper arm, biting the cloth to pull it tight. Donatello was somewhere behind them, shell to shell with Raphael, struggling to disable the Foot clan's satellite targeting systems while his brother kept him guarded.

But Leonardo stood at the mouth of the alley, a wall between Casey and the death and carnage in the street. His blade went through arms and throats and chests without effort, and he twisted scant inches to  dodge gunfire. Nothing got by him unless it was as pieces tumbling to the ground.

Casey never really thought about Leonardo except as the older brother, the stick in the mud who insisted on the rules and outdated ideas of honor. The boring one. The annoying one.

Not as the one covered in blood and having to flick aside body parts with his sword.

When the two sides had lost enough people and vanished into the night, Casey gathered up his bat where it'd fallen, broken in half over a gangbanger's head. With a sigh for his dear departed slugger, he let it lie and instead found his mask, the bottom edge cracked where he'd fallen.

The cheering to his left caught his attention, four teenage ninjas laughing and celebrating another night alive. Donatello was tending to Michelangelo's gash, more thoroughly wrapping it for the trip home, and Raphael...

Casey blinked.

Oh.

Raphael was resting against the wall, smiling indulgently as Leonardo poured bottled water over a stab wound to where his shell met his plastron. Blood barely trickled from the thick keratin, probably didn't even hurt all that bad, but Raphael allowed the fussing without comment. The look in his eyes was obvious.

Grudging affection. Exasperated fondness. Growing lust moving across bloody highlights on Leonardo's skin.

Casey understood. Raphael had a type—athletic, a fighter, throwing their whole heart into the fight.

But Casey knew he couldn't compete with that. And, if he had been honest with himself in that moment, couldn't compete against Raphael, either.

[sherenelle]

Promise - Comic page 1 to 5

Damn- I know I'm late! I'll upload this anyway for the 2nd week of the "Everybody-wants-Leo"-event. Another idea for a short-story I had in mind for about 5 years now. (If you find any tippos/mistakes, let me know! I'll change it asap! (Haven't had the time to beta it!)) Hope you like it. :)

Event is hosted by @caroaimezoe

[sherenelle]

Everybody wants Leo - Week 1 Raphael

Better late than never. Like always! XD I let this little comic strip open for interpretation. If you want to know my thought on this: This is a scene from TMNT 2k3 Fast Forward (Season 6). I always disliked what Raph said. I know he was upset, angry and wary about the DarkLeo's behaviour. But to bluntly say "Once a monster always a monster" was something I imagined he would never say. In my mind Leo and Raph are discussing after this and that Leo would say that they're the monster in their world for the humans. It would have took me too long to draw this too, so I did only those three images. Hope you like it anyways. ^^ And now as an afterthought, I hope the Leo-week is not only for t-cest-images and stories. Because I wanted to draw especially this scene for a very long time. XD _______________________________ TMNT does not belongs to me! Art by me! Leoweek hosted by @caroaimezoe

[sherenelle]

Picture AND Text for the Everybody wants Leo event: Week 5 - Canon Villain

WHITE WINE

John Bishop was standing on the patio of his apartment building, in his hand a glass of red wine. He enjoyed being alone, away from his duties as president of the Pan Galactic Alliance.

He sensed a familiar presence but didn't turn around to see who it was. He didn't have to.

„Good evening, Leonardo“, he said.

„Good is relative, Bishop.“ Leonardo, the ninja with the blue bandana, stood in front of his apartment exit with folded arms, leaning with his shell against the glass.

„You still don't trust me, do you?“

„You're surprised?“ Leonardo asked in a slight mocking voice.

„I am surprised to see you here. I expected your brother Raphael. To rush headfirst into situations is more your brother's specialty, not yours.”

„Sorry to disappoint you.“

A moment of silence. Bishop was looking at his glass as if he was lost in his thoughts.

„Do you know why you shouldn't touch the glass if white wine is in it?“

„Pardon me?“ Leonardo was confused, what was Bishop up to?

„You serve the wine cold. If you hold the glass in your palm it gets warm and with it the wine. Not ideal.”

“...”

“That's why I prefer the red wine, you can hold it as long as you like and enjoy it. No rush.”

“Is there something you want to tell me, Bishop?”

Bishop took a sip of his wine and walked over to Leo. Leonardo got into a defensive stance, ready to attack. Bishop stood before him, his gaze unreadable. With a smooth motion he grabbed Leo's chin and kissed him, opening his mouth to pour the wine into him.

The sounds faded, everything went blank. Time stood still, he was captured in the moment. First Leo tasted Bishop then the wine a second later. He was so shocked, he couldn't move and his body didn't know how to react. He then swallowed the wine, his face  heating up; he wanted to taste Bishop's lips again. What was happening to him? Why didn't he shove him back or at least react in some way?

The loud noises of the city came back when Bishop took a step away from Leo.

Leo's heart was racing in his chest, jumping up and down. He was frozen in place, didn't know how to move.

“You're like white wine, you're cold. If someone touches you, your temperature rises.”

Bishop licked his lips.

“Hm – maybe I should consider another preference.”