I managed to finish this little oneshot. Fair warning, it’s probably not the best that I’ve written as I haven’t wrote anything in months, but regardless, hope you enjoy and enjoy this oneshot for Ronin’s bday and merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!
A time to love and give and to spend your moments with family and friends. Come together, open presents, sing songs, celebrate a time of peace and joy.
Oh, how Ronin wanted that desperately. Truly he does. It’s just hard for him to open up about his needs when he doesn’t want to intrude on others' traditions and fun.
Even if he was invited.
“You're more than welcomed to come celebrate your birthday and Christmas with us, you know?”
Ronin let out a hum of chuckle, shaking his head as he held the phone up to his ear, his hand inside the pocket of his grey hoodie he wore, standing alone on the rooftop of the building his water tank resided upon. His mask tails fluttering softly against the cold, nippy night breeze of winter.
“Adriaen. I told you I’ll be fine. I’m just going to relax this year. You guys have a good night, okay?”
Ronin didn’t bother to listen to Adriaen at the end of his sentence when he pulled the phone away and hung up, sighing as he looked ahead at the bright lights of New York City.
Did he feel bad for hanging up like that? Yes. But he went through the thoughts as to why he should even show up to their place during a time of family.
He didn’t consider himself family, much to Mikey’s argument. He was friendly with Hamato’s, sure, but close enough to crash their holiday? He didn’t think so. Perhaps…this was a punishment.
A punishment he put on himself.
He caused a lot of trouble this year. Helped Draxum get the Dark Armor to bring back a monster that was Shredder. And just overall caused unfortunate and unnecessary harm to the family. Creating tension.
They might’ve forgiven him for all that. But Ronin hasn’t forgiven himself. He didn’t deserve it, he told himself.
And so…like always, he decided to spend his Christmas and birthday alone. Although, he won’t just stand in one spot all night. A stroll around the Hidden City could help him ease his mind, it was his childhood after all. Growing up in the streets and surviving on what he could.
He put his phone back into the water tank safely, he didn’t need it after all. Who was he going to contact anyway? And if someone tried contacting him, well he can just check later.
With a brief stretch of his legs and arms he jumps down to the streets below, landing quietly in the alleyway. Cats and rats scattering away from the sudden appearance of the large mutant turtle, not that Ronin really cared as he walks over to a certain spot in front of a graffiti wall.
Doing the hand signal with his fingers as the wall opened up and he entered inside, meeting the busy streets and noise of the Hidden City. Families and friends rushing around for last minute gifts or heading home.
Some were drunk. Some are just having a good time.
Ronin weaved his way through the crowd with ease. Making sure to not bump into anyone, where he eventually found a spot he could take a minute to breathe in air. He forgot how crowded this area could get during this time of year.
But he grinned lightly, amused. This was his first home after all, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Placing both hands inside the pocket of the hoodie, he strolled calmly with no rush to get anywhere. He didn’t have any destination in mind, just a simple and calm stroll.
His legs took him through the busy streets, passing by yokai of all species, as it got quieter and less crowded. The streets and buildings slowly became poorer and decaying and not as clean as it was when he first entered the city through the portal earlier.
He liked this area though, reminding him of the tough days of surviving on the streets, reminding him that he’s alive till this day. He couldn’t help but lightly smile at the thought. He was alive. He made it after suffering horrific moments in his childhood and adolescence.
“No! Please we have nothing!”
A voice had him halt and stop all thoughts as he turned his head to the right and noticed a cat yokai being manhandled by three other yokai’s, who looked to be robbing her.
The lady was stumbling out of a building. Ronin glanced up to quickly read what this old rundown building was called.
Ashwood Home.
An old, almost ancient orphanage. Ronin was familiar, he'd been in this place every now and then when he was brought here by others, thinking this was where he was from.
Ronin of course never stayed. He didn’t like staying in a place he wasn’t familiar with. But for some days this place was a little getaway.
“Stop it! Or...or I’ll scratch your eyes out!”
A young boy. A young feline, most likely a Bakeneko, hissed at the three goons dressed in street and thug clothes. Clearly they weren’t big bosses, but regardless they were trouble.
Keep walking, Ronin. Don’t get involved.
He watched from afar, behind the chained fence as he narrowed his eyes. One of the goons, from the looks of it a Kitsune, chuckled darkly, mockingly at the child as he stepped forward, growling lightly and tail swishing behind him.
“What’s an orphan runt like you gonna do to us?”
He shoved the shoulder of the young yokai back, the Bakeneko yelping briefly as he fell down, holding his shoulder from the force of the shove as he glared up at the fox.
“Please, he’s just a boy. Don’t hurt him.” The cat lady, a Nekomata, pleaded with alertness in her eyes. Another goon, a crow-like yokai, Tengu no doubt, grins and pinned the lady down to the ground, feathers briefly ruffled as he laughs.
“Should’ve thought of that before he came out here trying to be a hero.”
The badger, a Mujina, snorted, flicking out a toothpick and stepping closer to the young boy, cracking their knuckles. “Time to teach you a lesson, kid.” He noted out loud, grinning when the young Bakeneko widened his eyes in fear.
However before anyone could lay a hand on the innocent yokai, a hand was settled on the Mujina’s shoulder, making the badger blink in confusion and turn his head to overlook his shoulder.
“Huh?”
PUNCH!
A fist collided with his face, sending him to the ground with ease, followed by the noise of a startled and pained cry from the knocked down yokai. The others flinched and stared in shock when they looked towards the attacker.
Ronin sighs, wiping his knuckle against his hoodie as though he was disgusted upon touching the badger. “Well, that was easy. And here I thought you guys were going to be tougher than that.” He mocked at the end of his sentence, turning to the other two who stepped back, sweating and nervous.
“Who are you?!” The Tengu squawked out in puzzlement and fear. Ronin stared, blinking as he hummed in thought on how to answer this.
Ah, he should have some fun right?
“Guess you can call me the warning. Come here again to bother this orphanage, then I think I’ll have to put you on Santa’s naughty list myself.”
The badger groaned, standing up with wobbly legs as he trudged his way over to his companions, glaring at Ronin as he held his cheek that was swollen.
“You think you’re some tough guy?”
Ronin held his hand out to the side, his sword summoning into his palm. This caused the three goons to flinch and flee not a second later.
Once they were far gone, Ronin sighed. His sword vanishing away into particles as he put his hands comfortably into his hoodie pockets, he turned on his heel and began walking off, only to be stopped when the Bakeneko boy grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait, mister!”
Ronin glanced down at him, noticing the way the young yokai stared up at him with admiration.
“Do you want to stay for a drink? Miss Hana could fix you up with something.”
“Enma!”
Ronin gazed over to the older yokai, Miss Hana who stood up, straightening out her worn down dress, picking up a brown bag of gold coins, most likely what the goons were trying to steal earlier.
“What? He saved us from being robbed. Can’t we give him a drink at least?” Enma tilted his head, tail flicking eagerly as Miss Hana sighs and looked over to Ronin a little shyly.
“He…does make a point though. Would you please let me get you a drink of tea?” She asked politely.
Ronin looked between the two before shrugging his shoulders and smiling at the feline yokai’s. “Sure. Tea sounds nice given how cold it is.” He agreed, walking ahead to enter the rundown building. The young yokai purring happily and following Ronin quickly.
Miss Hana hurried after the two.
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Ronin wasn’t sure how long he stayed for, it started out as having some tea, then it escalated into Enma showing Ronin around the place, introducing him to the other orphaned kids who immediately became curious and wanted to play with him.
And now, Ronin was somehow roped into decorating the place up a little bit. Being tall and everything he was able to hang ornaments on their Christmas tree.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. Was not my intention.” Miss Hana chuckled sheepishly, a blush flushing her cheeks as she eyed Ronin who stepped back after putting on the last ornament. “It’s fine. I wasn't really doing much anyway this Christmas.” He assured, a soft smile stretching his lips as he eyed the kids giggling and exchanging gifts.
“Don’t you have friends or family to celebrate Christmas with?” Miss Hana curiously wondered out loud, as Ronin shrugs his shoulders. “Family? No. Friends? I do…but I declined the invitation.” He briefly informs, shoulders drooping down.
“I’m not exactly good company for them. I bring trouble to them no matter what. So, you know, don’t wanna ruin their holiday.”
Enma, who perked up as his small ears flickered, ran over to Ronin, looking determined as his tail swished.
“I think you're cool! You stopped those three bastards from robbing us!”
“Enma!” Miss Hana lightly hissed with a scolding tone. “Language.” She added but Enma just ignored the comment and happily smiled. “This was probably the best birthday present ever!”
Ronin froze, mouth agape briefly before he clears his throat. “It’s…your birthday?” He quizzed, watching how Enma nodded, tilting his head with an embarrassed expression. “It’s…lame isn’t it? Birthday on Christmas.”
Ronin watched him, and for a second he saw himself. A young turtle looked down in embarrassment before his eyes cleared and reminded him that it was Enma standing in front of him.
Ronin smiled, crouching down and putting a gentle hand on the kid's head, patting him.
“No. It’s great. You have your friends to celebrate it with.”
Enma didn’t look too convinced.
“It’s also my birthday as well.”
Enma beamed up at that. Wagging his tail. “Really?!” He gasps, looking more excited when Ronin nods in confirmation before he giggles and runs off to tell the other children.
Ronin stood back up, captivated at the sight of the kids who, despite being orphaned, looked happy.
Miss Hana smiled at the turtle before she gently patted his arm. “If it were me. I’d go to that friend's place and celebrate my special day with them.” She informs, though Ronin knew she was trying to encourage him. To go to them.
“Yeah…maybe you’re right.”
Ronin smiled genuinely at the thought.
He could stop by for a bit…
He turned around and started heading towards the door. Enma called out to him, “Mister? Will you come back and visit?”
Ronin paused and looked back at Enma.
“Sure thing, kid. If I have time.”
With that, he leaves. Waving bye to the orphanage as they huddled by the windows and excitedly waved their arms about to Ronin. The mutant chuckled at them before turning down the street. Out of sight.
Oh great, thanks to you I can’t stop thinking of ROTTMNT K-POP DEMON HUNTERS AU.
Right now I just thought about the scene where Jinu is mocking Rumi’s choice of her pants Teddy Bears and Trains but with Ronin as Jinu and Serp Leo as Rumi and instead trains and teddies it’s spaceships and unicorns. You can either draw it or write it if you want. (You can use horse noises for choo-choo instead lol)
BAHA I can picture the scene very clearly in my head. Cause im lazy to draw, plus not that advanced at it, I’ll write it out.
let’s just pretend for the sake of this lil AU/scene, that Serp!Leo and Ronin know each other, both are “demons” or whatever aaand yeah
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Leo narrowed his eyes, peeking around the corner of the building of someone’s house in the street, just in time to see the demon familiar leap into the mouth of a stone statue.
He knew this was a bad idea.
Coming alone, away from his brothers, away from backup, it was reckless. But the invitation had been clear: come alone.
And he had a strong suspicion that the demon who summoned him here, Ronin, had questions about what he saw earlier today in the middle of their first clash.
Questions about Leo’s cursed form.
Leo had been using a special drug crafted by his father, Splinter. A blend of mystic suppression and mutagen masking agents, it helped conceal what he really was, at least visually. To the average person, yokai and mutant, Leo looked like any other mutant turtle.
Though far more handsome, he should add.
But the drug had wavered mid-fight. Only briefly. A glitch in the illusion.
And Ronin, sly, sharp-eyed, impossible to fool, saw.
As the familiar vanished into the statue, Leo’s gaze drifted upward and he froze.
A figure stood tall on the rooftop.
Ronin.
His back was turned, arms relaxed at his sides, head tilted slightly toward the early morning sky. He stood like he had all the time in the world.
Leo narrowed his eyes in determination and quiet caution. Silently, he slipped along the walls of the nearby buildings, climbing and leaping rooftop to rooftop with practiced stealth. His movement was swift, smooth, and calculated. Skills hammered into him by years of training.
He landed softly on the rooftop behind the figure, unsheathing a single katana with a sharp breath.
He hadn’t even had time to change into proper gear. Just swords strapped to his shell… and his pajama pants.
But it would do.
Letting out a sharp, focused cry, Leo charged, blade flashing through the misty dawn air. He sliced clean through the figure’s neck, feeling the satisfying resistance of impact.
A soft thunk followed. The head hit the rooftop and gently rolled… tapping against his foot.
A mannequin.
“What the…?” Leo muttered, blinking in confusion.
“Wow.”
The voice came from behind.
Leo whipped around, heart jumping as he spotted Ronin standing casually behind the broken mannequin, arms loose, hoodie slouched over his frame, a smug smile stretched across his face.
“Wasn’t expecting a hug or anything.” Ronin said with a low chuckle. “But hey, points for enthusiasm.”
Leo wasn’t in the mood.
He launched forward without hesitation, blade aimed straight for Ronin’s chest. The turtle demon’s eyes widened as he backpedaled quickly.
“Whoa! Okay, easy—!”
Leo’s katana sliced through the air again, narrowly missing. Ronin leapt backward with expert agility, landing in a crouch position on the opposite rooftop.
“I thought the mannequin would be a fun icebreaker.” Ronin said with a smirk. “Guess I misread the vibe.”
Leo jumped after him, relentless, forcing the demon to dodge again and again.
“Would you quit it for a moment?” Ronin yelped, darting up to the highest point of the nearby building. “I just wanna talk!”
Leo paused below, breathing hard, suspicious. “Talk?” He echoed, leaping to meet him.
He didn’t attack right away. Just stared, confused, cautious. “Talk about what?”
“Your body. That form.” Ronin informs, lifting his hands to show he had no weapon, no intention to strike.
But then his eyes dropped down and lingered.
“…Though first, I wanna talk about those pants.” Ronin added bluntly, pointing. “Spaceships and unicorns? Seriously?”
Leo glanced down.
Crap. He’d forgotten.
He groaned in disbelief as he registered the pastel-colored cartoon pattern glowing faintly under the moonlight.
“Neigh...” Ronin added flatly, mimicking a unicorn’s whinny.
“Shut up!” Leo snapped, cheeks flushed with rage and embarrassment. He slashed at Ronin again, who backstepped and laughed.
“You’re supposed to be dead by now!” Leo growled.
Ronin sighed, dodging with ease. “I could’ve told your brothers what I saw.” He said lightly.
Leo lunged, his blade striking Ronin dead center.
But the body dissolved into red mist.
“—but I didn’t, did I?”
Ronin’s voice from behind with Leo spinning around to find him standing on the far end of the rooftop again, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, completely at ease.
“Because… they don’t know. Right?” Ronin tilted his head.
Leo said nothing, but the flicker of hesitation in his eyes answered for him.
Ronin hummed in satisfaction. “So I was right.” He murmured, sounding almost impressed. “A demon… and a hunter… hiding in plain sight, walking free in both the human and yokai worlds.”
“Just hunter.” Leo snapped. “Not demon.”
Ronin’s smirk dropped. His eyes narrowed. “Then how do you explain what I saw earlier?”
Leo’s blade lifted again, but he didn’t swing. His voice was low and dangerous. “That’s none of your business.”
They circled each other. One armed, one not. But it felt like a standoff just the same.
“I know what it feels like to be different.” Ronin assured suddenly, his tone quiet.
Leo scoffed. “Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”
At that, Ronin stopped walking.
He looked up sharply, something flickering behind his gaze.
“That’s what you think?” He growls. “That demons don’t feel? That’s all we do. We feel shame. Rage. Misery. It’s how we’re controlled.”
He stepped closer, voice dropping. “Do you not hear them in your head?”
Leo blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Ronin paused, surprised. He studied Leo for a beat, then let out a breath. “…Huh. You’re lucky.” He said softly, looking down at his hands as he pulled them free of his hoodie.
“I’ll never forget the day I first heard them. That was… four hundred years ago.”
Speaking of Leo and Ronin can I request a fic about them. Not sure if this SFW or NSFW since it’s attempted but here is idea.
Leo help Ronin to bring him to an hotel thinking he’s (in actuality the spring came early than usual and do his heat so he’s not prepared). The smell from Leo is driving Ronin crazy as he finds intoxicating (just like Adri) and pounds on Leo, kissing him, give a hickey on neck. Leo is trying pull Ronin away but Ronin’s lust making him strong (Leo’s terrified but also turn up), when he thinks Ronin was about to go further he panics and lets out a chirp snapping Ronin to senses. Realizing this Ronin covers Leo with blanket, apologize and locks himself in bathroom. Leo despite everything (even being rivals) he keeps him company from other side by talking to him. Is that okay idea?
For sure I’ll write it! It won’t be NSFW but I will put a warning as it does imply it to be somewhat NSFW (If people want a NSFW version of this fic then I’ll absolutely make one and post it on the NSFW blog)
sorry this took awhile to write, been busy and on holiday and stuff.
This lil story is not canon to the main story btw!
Oh and I finally drew a quick lil picture for this lil fic!
Not Yourself
Warnings; Nothing explicit really. Swearing, kissing/making out. NSFW is implied. Non-con kissing and touching (nothing too explicit though), mention of dropping, vomiting (only briefly), etc.
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Ronin felt off all day from the moment he woke up. He felt heavy and tired but at the same time he felt normal.
It was strange and for a moment he thought he must’ve been sick. But he as stated earlier, he felt fine. So he pushed back any thoughts and went on about his day.
The day itself was fine. Doing his job of gaining information and reporting it to Draxum (as much as he hates it, but it’s all for Adriaen and the others) and then he’s back to doing his own thing.
It’s getting late, but he doesn’t want to go home, he’s not tired at all. But he can’t help himself, he could feel something is off with him. What was it? Something he ate? Not enough sleep? Is he in heat?
He paused at the last thought before shaking his head and letting out a light chuckle of disbelief. Of course he’s not in heat. It’s not even spring yet, he’s got time.
A sudden whiff of…something caught his attention. It was sweet, was that lavender he was smelling in the air?
What the…?
He couldn’t help but follow it, I mean he had nothing better to do so may as well go on an adventure. So he tread where he stepped, following his nose to the strange but alluring scent.
He didn’t quite pay attention to how long he was walking for but eventually he found what he was chasing…or who he was chasing. He crouched slightly on the roof as he peered over the edge to see Leo strolling by, his sword placed over his shoulder.
Ronin smirks, shaking his head before jumping down and landing in front of Leo who let out a yelp as he stumbled back, almost tripping over. “Holy shit!” Leo pants out before placing a hand over his plastron and glaring at Ronin who grins playfully, arms crossed.
“You need like a bell or something. Who just sneaks up on someone like that?!”
“Oh relax. Just thought I stop by and say hi.”
Ronin walks over and leans in slightly with a sly look. “Hi.”
Leo scoffs and rolls his eyes, turning away. “You’re such a creep you know that?” He huffs, which earned a slight chuckle coming from Ronin. Ronin watched Leo, he couldn’t smell the scent from earlier anymore, but he did feel heavy.
His head felt like it was slowly splitting as he grunts and placed a hand over his forehead, using the wall as support.
Fuck…what is this?
“Hey…you okay?”
Leo was talking to him, his voice a bit muffled but he could understand his words and what he was asking. Was he okay? No…no he wasn’t, he’s been off all day and he’s not even sure why.
Ronin pants, feeling hot as Leo hesitantly placed a hand on Ronin’s shoulder. Checking on him in concern. For Leo, he’s never seen Ronin act like this before. “Oh boy, uh….do you need like a hospital or something?”
“No…just…take me to a hotel or whatever. I can’t be bothered to go home.”
Leo hums but made no complaints as he helps Ronin to stand up right, he slung his ōdachi over his shoulder in its holster before slinging Ronin’s arm around him. Leading him away to the nearest hotel, having to go through the Hidden City to find one first.
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Finding one was easy, Leo booked a room for Ronin and helped him up to the elevator and to his room. Using the keycard he received as he opens the door and drags Ronin inside.
Ronin felt a familiar sensation swirling inside him as he lets Leo hold him. He didn’t want to believe it but everything he was feeling was what he would normally feel when he was in his heat. Which was odd considering it’s not spring. So why…why did it come early? He never comes early!
Leo was no help at all. His scent was strong and alluring. But Leo must’ve not noticed. Ronin’s instinct was begging him to let loose and jump at Leo, have his way with the slider. But he couldn’t just do that…he needs to control himself. He’ll be fine once Leonardo leaves him in the room.
“So, obviously you aren’t well. But lucky for you, I’m something of a medic!” Leo smirks proudly at himself, letting go of Ronin and sitting him down on the bed as he turns away.
Leave.
You need relief.
“Though, I’m still a newbie when it comes to that area. But, I know the basics. You’re probably just running a bad fever.”
Take him.
Leo leave…
Ronin held his head, the animal instincts kicking at him to forget everything and devour Leo. The said slider was ranting on about his talents in the medical field but Ronin wasn’t paying attention, he kept his eyes focused on the ground, focusing on something other than Leonardo.
“Oh yeah, I should probably check your temperature.” Leo mumbled, walking back over to Ronin as he gently placed a hand over Ronin’s forehead.
He was so close. Too close!
Something inside Ronin had him snapped. The scent of a potential mating partner stronger than ever the moment Leo got into arms length. Ronin pounced onto Leo, making the latter yelp before making contact with the ground. He groans, head hurting from the sudden fall, he glares and was about to shout insults at his rival, but he didn’t get a chance to utter a word out.
Ronin, not caring or paying attention to what he was doing, started kissing Leo on the mouth.
…what?
Leo wasn’t registering what was happening to him exactly, but he shook himself awake as he growls and started to move his head and push Ronin away.
“Get…off me!”
Ronin didn’t respond, attacking Leo’s skin and lips, tasting whatever he could from the slider. He had instincts of his heat taking over him.
Leo shuddered, face twisted in disgust and overwhelmed from how aggressive Ronin was being whenever Leo tried to push him away. But Ronin was too strong.
”Stop it! You creep!”
Ronin hisses, pinning Leo down with an animalistic glare that had Leo stare wide eyed in brief shock. He was shaking, Leo could tell that Ronin was experiencing his heat, he’d seen these unusual behaviours and looks from his brothers and Adriaen before when they went into heat.
“Let go…Ronin, get off.”
Leo tried to remain calm, but his body was shaking in fear at what might occur.
Wait was it fear….?
Leo felt his cheeks go hot, and his body itself was eager for more touching and roughness. That’s when Leo realised a horrific moment.
Fuck, don’t tell me I’m getting a kick out of this! No, no! I am not getting turned on by this situation!
He shakes his head, trying to distract himself from the unnecessary thoughts. Ronin on the other hand took a brief sniff, he caught the scent of Leo emitting out a alluring smell, taking the said scent as a green sign to mate.
Leo gasps when Ronin suddenly rolled him over to lay on his plastron, pushing Leo’s ass into the air. Leo felt uncomfortable, he was forced to present himself to Ronin, and he knew what was going to happen.
He’s going to fuck me…fuck, I don’t want that! I’m not ready!
Leo tried to worm away from Ronin, crawling far but Ronin only grabbed his legs and pulled him back, pushing Leo’s ass against Ronin’s plastron as Leo shakes, eyes widening in panic.
He didn’t want this.
Ronin, began mounting on him, his hands sliding under Leo’s plastron and hoisted him up slightly to be on his hands and knees. His muscles tense in fear as he could feel Ronin inching closer and closer to his vulnerable body.
CHIRP!
Leo normally didn’t vocalise his chirps and churrs and other turtle sounds. He believed he grew out of that phase. But in this situation he had to try something if words weren’t getting through to Ronin.
Ronin had stopped doing everything. The chirping snapping him out of his daze as he pants and took a moment to look around. He didn’t remember what exactly was happening.
But the moment he gaze down at Leo, he immediately felt dread.
Leo was on his chest, body shaking. His green skin covered in bruises and bites and while he couldn’t exactly see a clear look on Leo’s face, he just knew that Leo was scared.
He then took a moment to notice the position he was in. Being so close to Leo that he was basically mounting him.
Oh fuck….
Ronin froze as he quickly placed a hand over his mouth. God he felt sick. He scattered away from Leo, and ran over to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and sliding to the floor, his shell up against the door as he gags.
Looking around he sees a trash bin, he brings it close to him and vomits whatever bile was creeping up his throat.
His own body slightly shook as he pants and hunched forward.
I can’t believe I did that…to Leo. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I almost…I could’ve…
“Shit!” He yells, clutching his head with his hands. He felt guilt, he was disgusted at himself for doing such a thing to the red eared slider. He almost…forced himself to go inside.
Leo took a breath in to gather his thoughts as he sits up, looking over to the bathroom that Ronin closed himself in.
Leo frowns, before wincing when brief pain struck a his body. He placed a finger over one of the hickeys that Ronin left on his neck. Leo shivered before pulling his finger away and hesitantly crawled over to the bathroom.
He knew Ronin was no doubt hiding away to not face Leo. Too ashamed of himself. But Leo was also aware that it wasn’t entirely Ronin’s fault. Being in heat tends to do influence your own body that you can’t always control yourself.
Leo pressed his own shell to the bathroom door.
“Shit!”
Leo flinched at the comment from the other side of the door before sighing and leaning back.
“You okay in there….?”
Leo wasn’t expecting a response straight away, a tense silence filling the air before a faint voice replied back.
“…no.”
Leo hums, yeah he figured as much.
“Just so you’re aware. I understand your actions. You’re in heat right? Don’t worry about it.”
Ronin held back a bitter scoff. Don’t worry about it? If anything he should worry about it.
“…are you okay?”
Leo blinked at the question as he hums in thought. “Well, I guess so? I got a few bruised and marks from you, which by the way, I’ll have to double my skincare routine now. But other than that, doing fine.”
A light snort from Ronin was enough to make Leo lightly grin. “Please…if you were already on a skincare routine, you’re doing a shit job of it.”
“Uh excuse me?! I’ll have you know, my skin is glowing!”
“Glowing from radiation?”
Leo growls lightly at the banter, but he doesn’t take the insults to heart. He instead exhales and gets comfortable against the door. A moment of silence between them.
“I’m sorry….for doing all that to you.”
Leo blushed, he wasn’t used to Ronin apologising with such sincerity. “It’s okay. I’m not mad or anything. Like I said, I understand that you weren’t all there. Though I have to ask…how did you not know you were in heat? Surely you know the times that it comes?”
Ronin hums, pulling his legs up against his chest. “I don’t know. It normally occurs in the spring so…I don’t know why it decided to come early. It’s never done that before.” He hissed bitterly at himself.
He grunts when he felt the familiar wave. A wave of natural instincts trying to take control again.
“You should leave. I’ll be fine now. I can take it from here alone.”
Leo widens his eyes, standing up on his legs and staring at the bathroom door with concern. “You sure? I can stay—“
“No!”
The slider flinched at the yell, “No, just…I can handle it from here. Thank you, but for both our sakes, it’s better to leave.” Ronin explains himself, panting heavily.
“…okay.”
Leonardo turns away as he grabs his ōdachi and sliced open a blue portal. He was about to step inside but he paused.
“Um…if you do need something though. Just uh, text Adriaen to ask for my number.”
“Heh…all right. Thank you…Leo.”
Leo was surprised that Ronin actually said his name. He was used to being called Bluey or some other weird nickname. But hearing Ronin call Leo by his name well…
Leo clears his throat and quickly stepped inside the portal, arriving just outside the manhole cover that led to the lair. He breathes in and made his way down.
Ronin remained in the bathroom, he knew Leo had left but he still didn’t want to leave the safety of the bathroom. That and he had another dilemma.
He had looked down and saw that he had dropped.
“Fuck.”
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Leo snuck into his room, avoiding his family and trying to sleep but he couldn’t. He thought about Ronin and what he was doing to him. And while Leo would never admit this to anyone, but…he had been turned on the whole time that was occurring.
He widens his eyes when he felt something happen to his body. He pulls the blanket up slightly to look down at himself before he blushes and stared blankly at the bedroom door.
He had dropped.
“Fuck….”
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So hope you enjoyed that! Sorry for any grammar mistakes as well.
Leo and Ronin…never thought people would ship these two but I ain’t complaining! They would be such an interesting pair.
So, it’s Christmas Day rn in my Timezone and it’s also Ronin’s birthday!!! So of course, I have to dedicate a birthday chapter for the Christmas boy. It won’t be canon to the storyline itself (at least I don’t think it will, but who knows) this may or may not end up being either a short chapter or a long chapter.
But yeah, please enjoy, wish the birthday boy some love, comment below your thoughts on the story/characters and let’s dive right in!
Sorry that this isn’t an episode chapter guys. But I’ll get writing to that soon at some stage!
Christmas in New York is said to be magical. The streets and buildings decorated with dancing flashing lights and Christmasy vibes all around.
Christmas itself was also magical. A time for friends and family to gather together and enjoy the holidays together with presents and all kinds of joy.
It was truly magical.
But not everyone could have that kind of luxury.
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Ronin opens his eyes, blinking them a few times to wake himself up and get his eyes adjusted. He sits up in his hammock, stretching his arms up and yawning as he hops off his bed and grabs the grey mask dangling on the mirror that was leaned against the wall.
He pokes his head out the hole of the water tower that he resides in, exhaling as the winter air has his breath been visually seen. He shivered lightly as he steps out and warms up his arms by rubbing them with his hands.
He looks up, he noticed that it was still night. He must’ve slept the whole day away that it messed with his sleep schedule. Not that he minded, he always preferred to be a night owl. “Hungry….” He muttered to himself, his stomach rumbling as he rolls his shoulders and began to journey off to look for food.
He scales the building he was on before dripping down graciously onto the ground in the alley way. He had to make sure he stuck with the shadows tonight, he knew what day it was after all, and everyone in New York can get a bit nutty during the Christmas season.
Christmas….
Ronin walks off, as he promised himself, he stayed within the shadows, avoiding the street to not risk being seen. Ronin did stop a few times to stare at the light up window stores in buildings that were still open. He smiled lightly at the sight.
Ronin always liked the idea of Christmas. The decorations, the shopping, the food, the warmth of friends and family being together. It really made his heart warm. But…he himself had never actually experienced the true holiday spirit.
He was alone. No family. No friends. No food. At most he might spruce up the water tank with thrown out decor and maybe he’ll get a little plant and imagine it as a Christmas tree. But he can’t bring himself to do even that at times.
Too sad.
There was another reason he liked Christmas though. His birthday.
Not many actually knew of his birthday. He never spoke about it. He didn’t think it was of any importance for others to know about. Of course, sometimes he’d let it slip out or somehow, they managed to piece it together.
Big Mama was the first to know. Or he should say second? Does Draxum count?
Ronin lightly scoffs at that. Draxum had no clue he was even alive. He doubts the Yokai even remembered his birthday. Not that he cared if he did or didn’t.
Gah, he didn’t want to think about him. Not on this day.
Ronin snuck his way to a store. He used the back door entrance to sneak in and quickly grab whatever food he could get his hands on. He also grabbed an energy drink on the way out.
He was skilled in the art of stealing. He’s done it millions of times even when he was a child. It was a piece of cake for him. Ronin smirked at the goodies he got before he starts climbing up the fire escape ladder that was connected to a apartment building.
He almost made it up to the roof until he paused and hid slightly in the dark when he peeked into a family apartment through their window. They were happily eating dinner together, laughing, drinking, music playing in the background as the children played around with their new toys.
Ronin pictured himself somewhere in that little gathering. He lingered to watch before shaking his head and climbing the rest of the way up. It was a little hard to do it one handed while carrying some food, but he managed.
He walks over to the edge before sitting down. Cracking open the energy drink as he gulps it down. He puts it down, half empty now as he silently watched on.
New York. The city that never sleeps. Especially during the Christmas period. Ronin saw all kinds of people walking below. Couples, hand in hand. Families heading home with last second presents. A group of friends stumbling about, clearly drunk but none the less were having a good time.
He took his phone out, checking the time. He scowled at the messages he saw from Big Mama. Asking him to take on a few jobs and just over all annoying him.
He let out an annoyed click before he started to mindlessly scroll through his contacts. His finger hovered over someone specifically.
Adriaen.
Ronin blinked. Should he wish him a merry Christmas? Ah, but he’s probably busy with those brothers that like to hang around him. Maybe Ronin should send a quick text saying it was his birthday, send him a picture of himself on this roof eating junk.
Ronin bites his lip, he was considering it, but he eventually shuts his phone off and puts it away.
He looked forward, his breath visible once more when he exhaled out air. He didn’t want to bother Adriaen on Christmas Day. He should spend it happily with his family. Not with Ronin.
Ronin was used to having no one around to spend his birthday and Christmas with. This shouldn’t bother him.
He picks up the energy drink, downing the rest of the liquid before tossing it down into a dumpster in the alley. He propped his leg up and rested his arm on top. But he found that to be a little uncomfortable, so he puts the leg down and just leaned back slightly, taking in the night of New York with its festive atmosphere.
He gave a small but sad smile.
”Happy birthday to me…and here’s to another Christmas.”
A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.
So…weren’t expecting that kind of little chapter for Ronin did ya? Unless you did then hooray? I love my boy, but yet I continue to torture him by making him sad on his birthday and on Christmas—
ANYWAY! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. Hope you all have a happy day.
Let's force Leo to wear dress (maid outfit, gothic lolita, maybe lingerie, you choose)
Leo (blushing): WHAT?! WHY?!
Me: To see the reaction of three candidates who you feel affection, crush, or sexual attraction.
Leo: Wait, three candidates? Who are you... Oh no😨
Me: That's right... Here they are, Avel, Ronin and Adriaen! Let's see their reaction and who is gonna have nosebleed first or at all👃🩸!
Leo: No! I refuse to humiliate himself into some pervy weird contest! You're not gonna make me-ack!
Me: Sorry but those are rules. Not my fault you have body to make fall in love not just girls, but boys too. Not to mention you slay in those dresses. Now hurry up and get dressed up loverboy. Your men are waiting.
Leo: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!😫
(Now let's the reaction of Avel, Adri and Ronin, I wanna see some blush and hopefully a nosebleed. It's an anime classic. This is gonna be fun😈)
strange request but aight—
Warnings: None really. Ronin’s a little suggestive and mentions lingerie but that’s it
When Adriaen had first heard the strange commotion coming from Leo’s room, he didn’t think much of it. Honestly, weird sounds coming from the red slider’s space weren’t exactly new. Leo had a knack for chaos, whether it was training routines gone wrong, late-night prank attempts, or talking to himself in overly dramatic monologues when he thought no one was listening.
But this? This sounded different.
Every time Adriaen passed by the door today while he was shuffling around doing his own thing, there were muffled crashes, grunts, or… something that sounded like distressed muttering. It was getting harder to ignore.
Finally, curiosity, and concern got the better of him.
He marched up to Leo’s room and, without thinking, yanked aside the hanging curtain that served as a makeshift door. “Leo? Are you okay—?”
His sentence froze in his throat.
There, in the middle of the room, was Leo. Wide-eyed. Stiff. Dressed from neck to toe in what could only be described as a frilly, overly elaborate maid outfit, complete with a lace-trimmed apron, puffed sleeves, and a ridiculous headband that barely stayed on his blue bandana.
Adriaen blinked. Slowly.
Leo spun around like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes frantic and face flushing a deeper shade of red than Raph’s mask. “It’s not what it looks like!” He blurted, hands shooting up defensively. Sweat visibly dripped from his face as he tried to shield himself from judgment that hadn’t even been spoken yet.
Adriaen just stared.
Then, calmly, almost too calmly, he asked, “Is… is this what you’re into now or something?”
Leo looked offended at the suggestion. “No!”
Adriaen exhaled through his nose, giving his longtime friend a tired, almost amused look as he rubbed at his temples. “Look, man, it’s cool if you are. Seriously. No judgment. I mean, I’ve seen weirder. I live with you.”
Leo groaned, dragging a hand down his face in absolute humiliation as he sulked away, flopping dramatically onto his bed with a frilly skirt puffing up around him. “No, seriously! I’m not into this. I was forced to wear it!”
Adriaen arched a brow. “By who? Donnie?”
Leo scowled. “No! …I mean, maybe? I don’t know!”
“…You don’t know?” Adriaen asked, his voice now tinged with amusement and suspicion.
The red slider flailed his arms. “I woke up like this, dude! It was Donnie’s AI or maybe Hypno’s doing? Or one of Raph’s nightmares made real, I don’t know! All I know is someone is going to pay for this.”
Adriaen snorted, covering his mouth to keep the laugh in but failing miserably. “You’re gonna go fight someone dressed like that?”
Leo paused.
“…You know what? I might.”
He stood, tried to pose dramatically, then immediately tripped over the hem of the skirt, falling flat on his face.
Adriaen winced as the sound echoed through the room. “Oof.”
He stepped inside, crouching beside the crumpled maid turtle and resting a hand gently on Leo’s shell. “Need help?” He offered, voice tinged with both sympathy and amusement.
“I hate everything…” Leo mumbled into the floor.
Adriaen chuckled softly, patting his shell again through the fabric as he crouched closer. “Well, at least you look cute while doing it.”
Leo’s body locked up.
The hand on his shell, the compliment, and the outfit combined into a three-hit combo of mortification. Heat exploded across his face like wildfire.
Adriaen, oblivious, or perhaps not entirely, continued casually, voice soft. “Want me to help you take it off or something?”
“No!” Leo yelped, instantly springing upright, arms flailing and cheeks glowing like brake lights.
Both of them froze.
Adriaen blinked at him. “...Okay. That was a bit dramatic.”
Leo blinked at himself. “...I didn’t mean it like that.”
They both stared.
Adriaen coughed into his hand, trying to ignore the tension crackling in the air. “Right. Uh. I’ll just… leave you to it, then?”
“No! Wait—” Leo reached out, then realized he was still in the outfit and yanked his hand back like it burned. “I mean—if you see Donnie… tell him I know what he did.”
Adriaen gave a crooked grin as he backed toward the curtain. “Sure. And I’ll also tell him you’re looking for a new career change.” He briefly teases, chuckling as Leo playfully picked up a pillow and chucked it at Adriaen who ran off, his soft laughter echoing throughout the lair.
When Avel received word from Leo of all turtles, he couldn’t help but be suspicious. The frantic, typo-riddled text messages practically screamed desperation, but not the life-threatening kind, no, more like Leo’s version of panic, which often involved exploding soda cans or failed prank retaliation schemes.
He stared at the messages…
[11:42 AM] Leo: Avel I need you
[11:43 AM] Leo: Dude. DUDE. Come over I’m serious this time
[11:44 AM] Leo: Not a prank. I swear on my bandana. HELP.
Avel raised an unimpressed brow.
Yeah, right.
He casually tossed his phone on the counter and headed toward the fridge for a drink, choosing to ignore the chaos. Whatever nonsense Leo got himself into, he’d get himself out of. He always did.
Unbeknownst to Avel, his sister Kaze passed by and noticed his phone lighting up. She peeked at the messages, lips pursing in concern. She and Avel were close, he trusted her with his phone, and she had no problem stepping in when she thought he was being a little too chill about something.
“Whoa, Avel. Have you seen these texts? Leo really needs you.” She said, holding the phone up.
“I’m sure he can handle it.” Avel said with a shrug, sipping his drink. “It’s probably about some dumb bet he lost.”
Kaze narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Without hesitation, she typed out a quick message and hit send.
“I told Leo you’re coming over. Go help him and be a nice friend.” She announced with all the authority of an older sibling who refused to be argued with.
Avel groaned under his breath, muttering something unrepeatable. “Fine…”
He shut the fridge, walked back over, and gently took his phone from her hand with a sigh. “You owe me.”
And with that, he headed out the door toward the lair.
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The moment Avel stepped foot into the lair, he knew something was off. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but the fur on him tingled.
There were… candles? He paused, sniffing the air.
Lavender?
“Leo?” He called out, walking further in. “This better not be a séance...”
No response. Just a muffled thump and the sound of fabric rustling.
He reached Leo’s room and pushed aside the familiar curtain.
And what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.
There, in the middle of the room, stood Leonardo, fearless, cocky, disaster of a leader—dressed in a full gothic Lolita dress. Black lace. Frills. Corset. A skirt that flared dramatically with ruffled petticoats. Elbow-length gloves. And to top it all off, a matching black parasol tucked awkwardly under one arm and his usual bandana clashing terribly with the entire ensemble.
Leo slowly turned, eyes widening in sheer horror as he locked onto Avel.
“Don’t say a word.” Leo warned, pointing the parasol at him like a sword.
Avel blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then he had to turn away, deadpanned ever. “I’m leaving.” He began, but Leo whined, begging for the rabbit to not leave him like this.
“I told you it was serious! I need your help!”
“What part of this is serious? You look like you got cursed by a fashion-forward ghost!”
“It is a curse!” Leo hissed, stomping forward and nearly tripping over the skirt’s hem. “Or a prank. Or blackmail. I don’t know! I woke up like this! And it won’t come off!”
“Leo… I have never seen you look more miserable. Or more like a haunted porcelain doll.”
Leo groaned, turning his back to him. “Just help me get it off.” He begs once more, face blushing as he tried to not look too embarrassed by this whole situation.
Avel took a slow, deep breath, hand braced against the doorframe as he tried to process the sheer absurdity of what he was seeing. A part of him, okay, a large part, wanted to laugh. Loudly. Rudely. To take out his phone and immortalize this moment forever.
But then there was Leo. Red in the face, frilly skirt swishing with every tiny movement, glaring with all the fire of a cornered animal trying to preserve the last shred of its dignity.
“I swear, if this is some elaborate plan to lure me into a dress too, I’m walking into traffic.”
Leo groaned and slumped onto his bed, hands dramatically gripping the black ruffles of his skirt. “Do I look like I’m enjoying this?! This thing has layers, Avel. It’s like I’m being strangled by a lacy demon.”
Avel raised a brow. “Honestly? You look like you lost a bet with a Victorian vampire.”
Leo flopped backward, parasol rolling off the bed. “Okay. Fair.”
The silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the gentle hum of the lair and Leo’s quiet, defeated breathing. Avel finally sighed, walking into the room fully and kicking the parasol out of his way.
“You weren’t kidding, huh? It really won’t come off?”
Leo lifted his head and glared. “Does it look like I’d choose to dress like a gothic anime side character on a Tuesday morning?”
“…Actually?” Avel smirked. “Given your flair for the dramatic…”
“Avel.”
“Okay, okay..” Avel's ears twitched as he walked over. “From the top, and more calmer for me. What happened exactly?”
“I woke up like this.” Leo muttered, sitting up and tugging at the frills around his waist. “One second I’m sleeping in my hoodie, then I wake up and I’m in this. And it won’t come off no matter how hard I try.”
“…So, you’re locked inside a haunted dress…?” Avel deadpanned.
Leo nodded slowly, shamefully.
Avel couldn’t help it. He snorted.
“I can see your enjoying this.” Leo muttered, glaring with red cheeks.
“You should’ve just called Kaze. She’d have you unzipped and sewn out of that thing in five seconds flat. Or you could’ve asked Donnie.”
Leo visibly paled. “He doesn’t know. You don’t tell him. Got it?”
“Oh, so you can whine and beg for help, but the moment I suggest someone actually useful—”
Leo threw a pillow at him. “I swear on my bandana, Avel, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll make you spar in this dress.”
“Put me in this and I’ll actually cut you.”
Leo huffs, frowning but he seemed to understand that Avel was serious.
Avel finally took pity on him and crouched beside the bed. “Alright…let’s try and see what I can do.”
Leo blinked. “Really?”
Avel nods, his ears dropping down in focus.
Leo practically melted with relief, slumping forward. “Thank you. Seriously.”
As Avel worked, carefully avoiding the ruffles as if they might bite him, Leo watched him in silence. Then, after a moment…
“…You’re not gonna take a picture, right?”
Avel didn’t look up. “I’m not Donnie.”
A pause.
“But also… you really do look like a haunted porcelain doll.”
“Well, well…” Ronin drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned against the frame of Leo’s makeshift door. His gaze slowly swept from the top of Leo’s flushed face to the scandalous black straps and lace clinging to his form. “If I knew you were inviting me over for this, I would’ve brought wine.”
His smirk widened as he crossed his arms, leaning into the doorframe like he owned the place.
Leo’s face went crimson, deeper than it had any right to go for a shade of green. “Shut up.” He snapped; voice laced with a brittle mix of anger and humiliation. He grabbed Ronin by the front of his plastron and yanked him into the room before any passing soul, especially a brother or long-time crush, could see what was going on. “Just help me already.”
Ronin stumbled in with a little laugh, blinking as Leo all but slammed the curtain shut behind him. “Touchy.” He muttered, letting himself be pulled before falling backwards onto Leo’s bed. He lay there for a moment, arms spread like a lounging prince, then tilted his head up lazily to look at the turtle looming over him.
Even Ronin had to blink twice.
Leo stood there stiffly, arms crossed over his chest like it might hide the lacy disaster he was wearing. The black lingerie clung to him embarrassingly well. Mystic silk, maybe even Big Mama’s design, with garter straps and delicate floral embroidery lining the semi-sheer fabric. His usual confident stance was cracked under the pressure of sheer mortification, his shoulders stiff and jaw clenched tight.
Ronin whistled, low and appreciative. “You always this dramatic, or is this a special occasion?”
Leo glared daggers at him. “Ronin.”
That shut him up, mostly. He still had that smug glint in his eye, but he sat up slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Alright, alright. So… do I even want to know how you ended up in this mess?”
Leo’s face contorted, shame and frustration battling it out across his features. He gestured vaguely to his body. “I woke up like this.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “I don’t even know. But every time I try to take it off, I can’t take it off me!”
Leo’s face twitched with frustration as he looked down at the sheer black fabric once more, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “It’s cursed or rigged or something!” He grumbled, dragging a hand down his face. “I’ve tried cutting it off, pulling it off, but it just resets. And it zaps me when I get too aggressive with it.”
Ronin blinked. “It zaps you?”
“Like a freakin’ taser!”
That got a snort out of the rogue turtle, but he quickly stifled it when Leo’s glare turned murderous.
Ronin leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head to the side. “So, let me get this straight. You woke up in lingerie. It’s mystically bonded to you. And now I’m the lucky guy you call to… what? Unstrap you?”
Leo groaned so hard it echoed through the room, shoulders slumping as he turned away. “Don’t say it like that. Just look at it. See if you can figure out what the hell’s going on.”
Ronin hummed thoughtfully, rising from the bed. He took a step closer, and Leo instinctively stepped back.
“Relax Bluey.” Ronin said, voice oddly calm now, less teasing. “I’m not gonna snap a picture or write a poem about this. You’re lucky I’m not charging you.”
Leo shot him a look. “If you charge me, I’m throwing you out in this outfit.”
“…Kinky.” Ronin smirked again, but this time there was a bit more playfulness than smugness behind it. He walked around Leo slowly, inspecting the fabric
Leo shuddered at his circling. Felt like he was being undressed by Ronin’s eyes alone.
“You know…” He paused, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Maybe whoever put you in this thought you’d look good in it.”
“Ronin.” Leo’s tone held a warning.
“Right, right. Serious now.” Ronin said, lifting his hands. “But if I’m going to try and disable this thing, I need to touch you.”
Leo blinked. “What?”
Ronin gently ghosted his fingers low on Leo’s hip, barely touching under the lace.
Leo looked down at him. His face was red now, jaw tightening like it might break under the pressure of what he was about to allow.
But after a moment of silence, he let out a deep, reluctant sigh. “Just… do it quickly.”
“Oh, I’m very efficient.” Ronin said, crouching down in front of him with a focused glint in his eyes now, a playful tone fading just enough to be replaced by something quieter, more sincere. “Hold still. This’ll tingle.”
“Ronin—"
“Not like that.”
Leo stood rigidly, watching as Ronin placed two fingers gently near his hip. That made Leo shudder involuntarily.
“Relax…” Ronin said again, softer this time. “Breathe.”
Another idea for Donnie x Ronin.. So we know that Donnie isnt the most "Contact Afectional" guy, so when Adri and Leo start dating he see them be more touchy (Hug,Kisses,etc), he does this with Ronin but not as often. So Ronin comes to visit the Boys and Bf, and Donnie starts doing stuff he isnt normally confortable with, to which Ronin ask if he is okey and Donnie say that is Fine (Ronin doesnt even believe).. So Ronin talks to Donnie about his worries and say he doesnt mind (Part 1)
The Ronin X Donnie content is making me froth at the mouth.
Hopefully this was all good! Sorry for any grammar mistakes though cause being on the phone is so annoying but it’s all I got—
For explanation, Leo and Adriaen are dating in this AU (probably got together recently. Idk yet.)
And Ronin and Donnie are also dating (also relatively new but have been dating longer than Leo and Adriaen)
Baby Steps
(Ronin X Donnie)
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Donnie twitched his eye at the sound of lighthearted and sweet laughter coming from the couch.
Walking by he saw Adriaen and Leo cuddling together with Leo kissing Adriaen on his knuckles, mumbling sweet words with a charming grin and laughter. Adriaen would blush and playfully whack him.
The gesture was sweet, romantic. But my god was it irritating to watch. Donnie was happy for Leo, truly he was, getting together with his crush he’s been chasing for years, he deserves it.
But Donnie was more annoyed by their romantic antics. Kissing each other (more so Leo being the one to initiate it), holding hands in public, shameless flirting. It was getting out of hand.
Donnie was peeved because…well, he was jealous. Jealous of that that he always felt awkward when he’d imagine doing those things to Ronin. His loveable boyfriend who Donnie treasures.
Donnie felt guilty, was he not as affectionate as he’s supposed to be towards his partner? Should he start initiating contact? Donnie had always had trouble with physical intimacy and emotions. He has his limits, and the more he thought about them, the more he spiralled.
Was he…not giving Ronin the love he deserves?
“Ugh? Guys! Can’t you make out in your rooms?” Mikey exclaims at the couple on the couch, bringing Donnie back to reality as he glanced over, Leo was holding Adriaen’s face, sensually kissing the latter, before having to pull away with a scoff.
“Fine, we will.” Leo responded, dragging Adriaen off the couch and over to his room.
Donnie owlishly stared, humming to himself in thought…
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“I brought back some snacks for movie night.” Ronin announces, walking into the lair and holding a plastic bag of food and drinks. It was date night for Donnie and Ronin, a night where they two would have the lair all to themselves because the others were off doing their own things.
Donnie perks up slightly, immediately standing up and walking over to greet Ronin who places the bag on the kitchen countertop.
“They didn’t have the flavour of Doritos you like but trust me, regular Doritos are just as good—“
Ronin turns around with a warm smile when he noticed Donatello coming towards him. But what he didn’t expect was to be interrupted when Donnie suddenly cups his face and brought him down slightly into a kiss.
Ronin’s eyes widen. It was out of character for Donnie to be doing something like this…but he didn’t think it was a bad thing. Ronin grins into the kiss and returns it back, catching Donnie off guard as he let out a small, muffled noise of shock.
When the two finally parted, panting to catch their breath. Donnie was blushing as red as a fire truck, stiffly turning away and walking back to the couch like a robot.
“Huh?” Ronin mutters under his breath, puzzled as to why Donnie didn’t say anything, but he shrugged and follows.
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It was when Ronin had started coming over more frequently did he actually grow suspicious of his boyfriend.
It was small things at first, placing a hand over Ronin’s thigh. Rubbing his hand against Ronin’s shell, nuzzling closer to him when they sat on the couch.
It was stuff that seemed small, that Ronin was beginning to question. Because the Donnie he knew, wouldn’t act so affectionate, especially in front of his family. Donnie was more so affectionate when it was just them two alone, but even then, he wasn’t comfortable with too much contact.
But now it was like Donnie had maybe switched his brain with someone else. This…this wasn’t the Donatello he knew.
He kept his eyes focused on the tv, ignoring how Donnie was leaning against his side, head on Ronin’s shoulder. Donnie had glanced over a few times at Leo and Adriaen who were much in their own worlds to notice the staring from the soft shell.
Adriaen sat in Leo’s lap, watching how Leo was kissing and nipping at Adriaen’s neck, the latter flinching from surprise and pinching Leo on the arm to calm him down.
Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes.
Was Leo always that horny with Adriaen?
Donnie gulps at the thought, glancing up at Ronin who was simply leaning against his palm that rested on the armrest of the couch, his eyes a little droopy but was focused on the screen.
Donnie should probably do something right? Show him his love…
He silently craned his head to reach Ronin’s neck, hesitating before he brushed his snout against the skin. Ronin blinked and side eyed his partner in question, but didn’t stop him right away.
He was curious as to what Donnie was up to this time.
Donnie wriggled in closer, his hand rubbing circles along Ronin’s thigh as he opens his mouth and softly kissed the neck spot.
Ronin’s eyes were as wide as saucers, flinching slightly in bewilderment. “Don…” He hissed under his breath, but Donnie wasn’t listening. The soft shell continuing to trail kissed along the neck and jaw, before nipping at him.
Ronin blushed, his eyes dart around the room to see if anyone was witnessing this strange moment. Luckily no one seemed to notice, but he did see Leo and Adriaen who were essentially doing the same thing as he and Donnie.
Oh.
Oh.
Ronin’s eyes narrowed as he clicks his tongue and forced himself to stand up, making Donnie yelp as he fell off the couch. The others jumping at the noise and turning to Ronin in confusion.
Ronin clears his throat and gives the family an assured smile. “Sorry, forgot I left something in Donnie’s lab. C’mon babe, I’m gonna need your brain to help me look for it.” Ronin lies smoothly, picking up his boyfriend and dragging him away.
“Huh? What thing?!”
Ronin ignored Donnie’s questioning as he opens the lab don’t once he arrived and gently pulls Donatello inside, letting him go and closing the lab doors for privacy.
“Ronin, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Don, what the hell are you doing?”
Donatello blinks owlishly and dumbfounded at him. “What do you mean?” He inquired, crossing his arms with a head tilt. Ronin shakes his head and stalks closer to his boyfriend.
“The touching, the kissing, the flirtation. You don’t normally do these things. So…what’s going on?”
Donnie bites his lip and turns away to not look at him. “I’m just…merely showing my love for you.” He responded, as Ronin gently placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him back around to look at him in the eyes.
“You’re acting like…I don’t know, Leo. Like how he is with Adriaen.”
Donnie opens his mouth to retort, but he came up with no words. He furrowed his brows and groans deeply, “Ugh, fine! Fine…I’m…worried that I’m not being affectionate to you as I should be.” Donnie admits, looking down with shame at himself, rubbing his hand against his arm.
“What?”
“I’m always seeing Leo being the way he is with Adriaen. They’re always touching one another, being all lovey-dovey and I just think…should I being doing that too?” Donnie explains a bit more of his issue, signing in defeat and slumping his shoulders.
Ronin watched him in silence before he couldn’t help but softly chuckle. “Don…I don’t care about that.” He firmly states, his boyfriend staring at him in puzzlement. “But I thought…” He tried to reason, only for Ronin to shake his head at him.
“Donnie, I fell in love with you for being you. I don’t care if you’re not as touchy as a stereotypical boyfriend should be. I’m fine with the little things we do together.”
Ronin playfully used his finger to flick Donnie’s forehead, making the mutant wince and rub at the spot that the finger made contact with. “Don, I understand fully that you are not an overall touchy mutant. Hell, I was somewhat the same as you. I just got myself used to it and whatnot. Look, if you want to try and be touchy more, that’s fine. But don’t force it. Take little steps.” Ronin encouraged wisely as Donnie slowly nods along.
Ronin have a little smirk and poked Donnie on his plastron, “Besides. I can’t have you ruining your bad boy image too soon.” He teased as Donnie was flabbergasted at this comment.
“Scoff! Ronin, you don’t need to bring that up.”
“Aw, but it’s cute.”
Donnie grumbled but softly smiled, he felt more at ease now that Ronin spoke to him about it, and he’ll do better…just, one step at a time.
Mmmm that fic of Ronin x Donnie was intersting.. So lets go to the Normal Rottmnt, Ronin dating Donnie be pretty funny of all things considering.. Let's do this scenario: Adri is with Mikey and Raph on one team and Leo with Ronin and Donnie on another one. So Leo is Happy for his Twin but is also bit disgusted that Donnie chose this "Creep", to which Donnie responds *Afectionally* "Well its a Skill issue on your part that Adri and you arent together", and to that Ronin laughs and pokes at bluey.
Leo just can’t catch a break fr
Sassy Boyfriend
(Ronin X Donnie)
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“All right, we got our teams for capture the flag. Everyone knows the rules, right?” Raph announced as he stared over at his brothers, Adriaen and Ronin.
Ronin didn’t mean to come to the lair and join in on a game. He only came because he wanted to spend time with his newly official boyfriend Donatello.
It was a shock on everyone’s part that they were together, some even had placed bets on who Ronin would ask out, most going towards Leo or Adriaen.
“We know what to do Raph. So, let’s play already!” Mikey announces, excited as he, Raph and Adriaen were in one team and Leo, Donnie and Ronin are the other team. They group jump back into positions, guarding their flag which was a Jupiter Jim comic that was on a table behind them.
Raph’s team flag was a ghostbear t-shirt.
“Okay…5 minutes of planning strategy with teammates, go!”
The group all turn around from their opponents and huddle up.
“All right gentlemen, what’s the game plan?” Leo whispers as Donnie hums in thought, “We could send you out first Nardo. Distract them with one of your stupid jokes.” Donnie suggested as his twin scoffs, “My jokes aren’t stupid.” He defended as Ronin snorts and grin teasingly at the slider.
“Oh no, they are.”
“You’re only saying that cause, you and Donnie and dating. Which side note, gross.”
Donnie raised a brow at his twin, getting sidetracked, “Gross?” He repeated, sounding confused as Leo rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his plastron.
“Look, I’m happy for you Dee. Really, I am…but why’d you have to go ahead date this creep?” Leo smiled before glaring and pointing over to Ronin who blinked owlishly.
“Seriously?” Ronin chuckled out, amused by his behaviour. “Look at him! He’s so…ugh.” Leo cringed as Donnie narrowed his eyes before a robotic arm from his battle shell appears and pushed Leo’s head down slightly.
Donnie clears his throat and gives his twin his best affectionate smile. “Well, you see dear brother, what you have is called a skill issue. Considering the fact you and Adriaen aren’t together. So don’t get all jealous over the fact that I managed to have a boyfriend before you did.” Donnie snapped but still held that ‘loving’ tone. Leo was surprised and left speechless.
Ronin was speechless for a bit until he broke out into a wide smile and doubled over from laughter. “Oh! You just got burned! By your own brother! That is…haha!” Ronin wheezes, slapping Leo on the shells the slider blushes in embarrassment and grumbled to himself.
Ronin pokes Leo on the cheek. “He’s so right too. Don’t get all sad Bluey, you’ll get your shot.” He snickers as Leo groans and turns away to guard the Jupiter Jim comic.
Ronin makes his way to Donnie and uses both hands to cup his face. “I am so glad I’m dating you. My little sassy boyfriend.” He grins playfully, peppering Donnie in kisses as the soft shell was both embarrassed but mostly proud.
Raph, Mikey and Adriaen all watch the couple with blank looks. They had been ready for a while now, but saw their opposing team having a brief argument? It was hard to tell what had happened.
“Should we just steal the flag now with them all distracted?”
“Good call Adri. Mikey.” Raph nods in agreement as the youngest turtle casually walks over, Leo had been sitting in a corner and Donnie and Ronin were displaying their affection to one another.
Mikey picked up the comic and held it up.
“We win.”
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Sorry that this was short, but regardless I hoped you enjoyed it!
And sorry for any grammar errors. Writing on a phone is actual annoying.
