Just got the happy news (thanks @arteinthemachine!) that @1-2-3-4-turtles and I got nominated for Don’s Guide to the Galaxy in three categories in the @tmntuniversalfanficcomp! :D
In the mature category, we got nominated for:
Most In-Character Portrayal of a Canon Ally (Jhanna)
Most Interesting OC (Klaxor)
Most Interesting Crossover (Firefly/Space Opera)
Super fun! :D
The fic is here, if you’d like to read it:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8613412/chapters/19749637
Also, it’s a WIP so new chapters are coming soon :D
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yaaaay! Thanks, gang!
Based on this drawing here: http://turtle-sketches.tumblr.com/post/145909226249/im-so-sorry-that-im-not-posting-most-days-at-the
And loosely on this (nsfw) comic here: http://turtle-sketches.tumblr.com/post/106034029699/mikey-and-mays-first-time-part-1part-2walk-of
Still no booty rocking...I’m going for the slow burn. ;) But some happy fluffy first date make outs...and Max accidentally stumbles on a turtle-turn-on. XD Enjoy!
(Chapter One, if you missed it.)
“Aaaah,” Mikey sighed dreamily, pressing her green fingers to her smooth, firm plastron, “that ending is so sweeeeeet!”
Max smiled, his cheeks warming. Towards the end of the movie, he had finally worked his nerve up to put his arm on the back of the couch, and instead of flinching, awkwardly scooting away, or calling him out for his sad lack of game, Mikey had just smiled, blushed a bit, and scooted closer.
“I dunno,” Max teased. “I’m not sure I’d wanna wake up in the middle of Alaska with a surprise toddler, married to Adam Sandler.”
“It’s romantic!” Mikey retorted, giving Max a little nudge that only served to move her further into his embrace. Max bit his lip - he had to stop grinning like an idiot, but he just couldn’t stop smiling when he was around Mikey. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun on a first date.
Actually, he couldn’t remember ever actually having fun on a first date…at least fun that wasn’t awkward and forced.
Mikey tilted her head and made another little whimpering sigh.
“And I love this song! It’s so pretty. Wasn’t this in like, a car commercial or something?”
“Oh, yeah!” Max nodded. “It’s Izzy.”
“Is that a band?”
“No,” Max laughed, “it’s the guy’s name. Israel Kamakawiwo’ole.”
“Gesundheit,” Mikey replied, with a cheeky smirk.
Max grinned even wider before reminding himself to try and keep at least a little bit of a game face.
“Yeah, he’s cool. I actually play that one for the kids sometimes. It’s the first song I learned on the uke.”
“Wait - you play the ukelele?!” Mikey squealed, sitting up and making little fists under her chin - God, she was adorable. “I wanna see! Ohmigod, is it here?! Do you have it with you?! Can you play me something?!”
“Uhh,” Max stalled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean…I’m not that good, but…”
“Pleeeeeeease?” Mikey wheedled, clasping her green hands together. Her teeth were so white against her green skin - and her baby blue eyes popped against the orange of her bandana…bow…thingie. She had such a sweet smile.
“Okay,” Max said, carefully climbing off the couch and trying to surreptitiously tug the hem of his shirt down, “let me just go grab it from the -
“YAAAAAAAAAY!” Mikey squealed, perching on the edge of the couch and practically bouncing with excitement.
Max retrieved his uke and began to pluck each string, checking for pitch.
“I dunno, this probably isn’t A440, but…so long as it’s in tune to itself…hang on,” he muttered, twisting one of the pegs.
Ugh, why wouldn’t this freaking thing tune?! Was this taking a long time? It felt like it was taking a long time.
He glanced over at Mikey nervously, but she was watching with the kind of wide-eyed, rapt attention he usually expected from his kindergarteners. He found himself smiling helplessly again, which only made her smile back even wider. He reflected that a large portion of this date consisted of them grinning like idiots at each other.
“Okay,” he said, “um…here goes.”
He cleared his throat, adjusted the uke so it sat against his chest -
Ugh, you mean moobs she probably thinks you’re so gross you have more boobs than she does SHHH shut up she’s not like that she’s nice now wait how does it start crap I forgot how to play oh wait C chord okay you can do this don’t fuck up let’s please not fuck up -
Max began to strum, and as the gentle (and in tune) chords reached his ear he began to relax, his fingers falling into the familiar muscle memory. Taking a breath, he began to croon lightly under his breath.
As he sang, he kept wanting to dart his eyes over to Mikey’s face to gauge her reaction, but he was too nervous to…so he settled for catching the occasional glimpse of the curve of her knee, one foot tucked underneath her, perched like a bird on the edge of her seat, before darting his eyes quickly back to his left hand so he could change chords.
He was about halfway through the bridge when he realized he hadn’t made eye contact in a while and had no idea if she was actually enjoying this or was just sitting there with a polite grimace waiting for him to finish. Not sure he really wanted to find out, he spared a glance her way and -
He faltered over his words for a second.
Her blue eyes were round orbs of wonder, lips parted slightly, her green fingers laced together under her chin almost like a Disney princess, or like she was praying.
“I see - uh…see friends…um…”
“Don’t stop!” Mikey pleaded, enraptured.
“I - I kinda…forgot the words,” Max trailed off, his face heating. He couldn’t seem to look away from her face.
“You’re so good, though!” Mikey squealed, clapping her hands together feverishly.
“Aw,” Max grinned sheepishly, “thanks. It’s just a few chords, y’know.”
“Your voice, though!” Mikey enthused, fanning herself teasingly. “Holy frijoles! You gotta let me take a video,” she added, already fishing for the cute little shell-shaped phone in her belt.
“Oh,” Max hemmed, butterflies in his stomach already turning to lead balloons. “Like…to show to people?”
“I gotta check in anyway,” Mikey babbled cheerfully, swiping at her screen. “Y’know, let my sisters know you’re not dissecting me or whatever.”
“Uh, right,” Max stammered, a nervous sweat breaking out on his brow. “Sure, but, uh - a video of…me singing?”
“Pleeeeeease?” Mikey pleaded, her lower lip poking out in a cute little pout. There was the faintest shimmer on it - did she put on lip gloss? The idea that she put on lip gloss for him made him feel kinda…glow-y.
“Wee-eellll…”
“I’m already going to tell them what a beautiful singer you are,” Mikey confessed, shyly, “but they won’t believe me unless I have evidence.”
She held up the phone and waggled it, fluttering her eyes coquettishly.
“Pretty please with hot fudge, whipped cream, and a cherry on top?”
Max felt his neck heating. How did she manage to make that sound so…salacious?
“Heh!” Max shrugged awkwardly. “I mean…I can…try my best?…”
“YUSS!”
Mikey punched the air in victory, and began rapidly swiping and tapping her phone.
“Okayokayokay, lemme just…”
Max laughed helplessly, beginning to realize he’d do pretty much whatever she asked.
“Um. Okay, I think…I have one that I know all the words to,” he smiled. His heart did a little flip flop…would that be too much? Would it be like…creepy, to sing that on a first date? He bought himself a little time by pretending to tune his A string again, racking his brain to think of another, less incriminating song, something a little less on the nose, something -
“Okay!” Mikey beamed, sitting up with a pretty, megawatt smile, holding her phone up, “what are you gonna serenade me with this time?”
As a musician, one of the downsides of your chief demographic being six years old is that your repertoire mostly consists of hits like “Wheels on the Bus,” and “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” and those were the only alternate titles his poor brain could conjure.
“So, anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” Max joked, stalling for time. “Heh! Nah, I’m just…”
Mikey laughed more than the feeble joke really deserved, and Max relaxed a bit.
“Play ‘Freebird!’” Mikey called, in a fake heckler voice, and soon they both had the giggles.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
“Um,” Max smiled shyly, “So…this is I’m Yours, by Jason Mraz.”
Deliberately looking at his fret-hand to avoid her reaction, he began to strum the chords for the beginning of the song. He licked his lips, took a breath that was a little shakier than he’d like, and began to sing:
“Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill, but you’re so hot that I melted, I fell right through the cracks…Now I’m trying to get baaack…”
He glanced up, and Mikey was watching him in the viewfinder of her phone, making sure he was in frame - that made it a little easier, somehow. He could look at her with her looking back while he was singing.
It was a little strange, realizing just how pretty she was - by all rights she shouldn’t be. I mean - she was green. But it was true: she was undeniably pretty. She had those cute round cheeks smattered with freckles, those wide, blue baby doll eyes…but there was something more than that. It was the way she looked at the world…
“Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing…we’re just one big family. And it’s our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved…”
Max had heard people say that “eyes are the windows to the soul,” but truth be told, he never realized how profoundly true that was until he saw Mikey’s eyes for the first time. There was absolutely no deceit written there. She looked at the world with awe, with hunger, like she wanted to take a bite out of it, like she was seeing it all for the first time. There was a spark in Mikey that shined through in everything she did, in the jokes she told, in her shy, flirty smiles, even now, in the rapt delight on her face as she listened.
“But I won’t hesitate no more, no more…it cannot wait, I’m youuu-urrs…”
He almost lost track of the words again, staring at her face, but quickly recovered, reminding himself to focus, not to screw up the video. He’d almost forgotten she was recording.
By the time he finished the final chord, he was pretty sure he was already in love with her. He smiled shyly into the phone, and the little red light went off.
Mikey didn’t applaud, or jump up and down, or scream “YAAAAY,” like he thought she might…instead she just lowered the phone and looked up at him, beaming like the sun, practically glowing with admiration as she fiddled with its shell-casing in her green fingers. The moment seemed to stretch a bit, like taffy, where they felt the inevitability of what was to come.
“I really wanna kiss you,” Max blurted, his cheeks burning.
“Good,” Mikey swore fervently, “‘cuz I really want you to.”
Max hastily set the uke on the nearest surface, not paying a lot of attention to where it landed, crossing over to her like he was pulled by wires. He sank down and sat next to her, still staring into her eyes.
Their first kiss had been like a crash of cymbals, taking both of them by surprise, almost a happy accident.
This….felt different.
He reached up a hand and cupped her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. Mikey inhaled softly at his touch, her lips parting…
“Is that nice?” Max whispered, watching her reaction carefully.
Mikey’s eyes slid shut and she nodded wordlessly. To Max’s surprise, she reached for his other hand and guided it up to her other cheek, so he was kind of cradling her face in his hands. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure what to do with that, so he just kind of did the same thing and caressed her cheeks gently with his thumbs. From her rapt expression, it almost seemed as if that simple act, just gently stroking her cheeks, was somehow arousing to her. Max licked his lips nervously, somewhat awed that she was into him at all, let alone sighing at his touch…
“MMmrrr…”
Mikey let out a little noise halfway between a purr and a whimper, and then froze, her eyes snapping opening with a look of panic.
“I take it that’s…a good noise?” Max asked, with a bemused grin.
To his disappointment, Mikey seemed to shrink before his eyes, shame dimming the light in her lovely blue eyes, shoulders slumping.
“Sorry,” she whispered. Her freckled cheeks darkened even more, a rosy tone mottled beneath the green.
“Oh! Mikey, it’s -
“I’ll just go,” she mumbled, and she was turning away, turning to leave, and he couldn’t let that happen.
In one decisive, but gentle move, Max pulled her close, closed his eyes, and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
She hesitated at first and then returned the kiss, more and more enthusiastic with every passing second.
Max wasn’t entirely sure where to put his hands…on a human girl he’d wrap his arms around her, maybe - but the shell made that a bit difficult. If he was pressing his luck, he’d maybe graze a boob, see if that was on the menu for the evening. Again - no dice, here. So he alternated between gently stroking her neck and her cheeks as they kissed, until he was rewarded by another trilling purr tickling his lips. He smiled against her mouth before she pulled away again.
“Ugh! Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Max beamed, thumb still stroking her cheek lazily. “I like it.”
Mike scanned his face dubiously. He kept stroking her cheek - and sure enough she began to relax, her eyes closing again. She bit her lip as she leaned into his hand
Huh. Yeah, the cheek thing was definitely a turn-on for her. He mentally filed that away.
“I think it’s cute,” he insisted, leaning forward and tilting his head to place a soft kiss on her neck. This time he was a little bolder and gently grazed his teeth there.
She let out a little whimper that shot straight through him like electricity, and he kissed a little row up her neck to her jaw, earning another one of those little rumbling groans.
“Mmm.”
This time he answered with his own little “yummy” noise, and Mikey giggled.
There’s my girl.
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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Max asked, as Mikey peered out the window and carefully, silently stepped onto the fire escape.
“‘Course I’m sure!” Mikey grinned back. “I’m a kunoichi, remember? With the ninja-ing and the butt-kicking and the roof-jumping.”
“I know,” Max laughed, “but…aren’t I supposed to walk you home?”
“Hah!” Mikey laughed. “Aww. But if you did, then I’d have to walk you back home. And we’d just be walking back and forth to each other’s places forever.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Max admitted, twining his fingers in hers.
“No,” she agreed, flirtatiously, “I guess that’d be okay.”
Max grinned lazily and stole another kiss, humming happily against her lips. He’d made a point of being a bit more vocal than usual, wanting Mikey to feel comfortable with her own quirky little…purring…moan-y thing.
“So…good first date?”
Mikey’s face lit up, and Max’s heart did a little hop-skip in his chest.
“I wouldn’t mind fifty more just like it,” Mikey beamed.
The turtle-shaped phone from her belt chimed again, and she rolled her eyes heavenward.
“Ugh, Lelo, relax!”
“I better let you go,” Max sighed.
“Yeeeeahhh,” Mikey pouted, “She’s wiggin’ out a little.”
“So, um…when can I see you a-
“Tomorrow?”
Max laughed at the hopeful expression in Mikey’s eyes.
“Yeah,” he smiled, softly, reaching out to caress her cheek one more time, “I’d like that.”
Now Mikey’s phone was issuing a jangly ringtone and she groaned as she snapped it open.
“Lelo! Would you please! Chill! I’m on my way right - oh. Hehe. Hi, sensei.”
Mikey inhaled through her teeth, mugging an “oops” expression for Max, who grimaced back sympathetically.
“I know, I’m sorry, I just lost track of - Yes! I’m leaving right now, I promise.”
Her mouth suddenly hung open and she looked at Max in mortification, her eyes going round.
“MOM!! NO, we aren’t - Cheese n’ rice! I’m coming home right now, okay?? Okayloveyoubyeeee.”
Mikey jabbed her thumb on the phone with vehemence and covered her face with a groan.
“Sorry,” Max cringed, shifting his weight to the other foot, “I hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble?”
Mikey shook her head, and laughed ruefully.
“Not that much trouble. Well…not yet at least,” she added, with a flirty little wink.
Max blushed, and laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Text me when you’re home safe,” he replied, trying to be a gentleman and not to think of all the trouble he was hoping to get her into.
“Will do,” she promised.
“Okay, well…good night,” Max smiled.
“G’nite!” Mikey beamed.
And with a last little wave, she hopped off the fire escape into the darkness.
Max looked up at the night sky. You couldn’t really see the stars with all the light pollution, but the moon was out and he indulged himself in a deep, satisfied, romantic sigh.
“Hey, just -
“Gah!”
“Oh, sorry! Hey, just one more quick thing, totally not important, just wondering, uh…”
Max pressed a hand over his hammering heart and took some calming breaths as Mikey dangled upside-down over his window.
“So, are we…like…Bee eff, gee eff?”
“Huh?”
“Like…y’know,” Mikey said, with an upside-down blush, “Boyfriend…girlfriend?”
So this is obviously going to turn into a bigger project, I think. ;) This is based on @turtle-sketches‘s Rule 63 version of Mikey/May, Mikey and Max! (Hence the title!) Everybody’s gender-swapped in this! In this headcanon, Splinter still named all the turtles after Renaissance painters... Mikey and Raph’s nicknames are the same, but I headcanoned some new ones for the other two sisters...lemme know if you like ‘em, TS. :) Anyway, I loosely based this chapter on this comic and I’m talking too much so OKAY HERE IT IS. (Un-beta’d, so if you find any errors please let me know and I’ll edit!)
“So,” Max smiled, scuffing the toe of his Converse on the pavement, “um…do I ever get to see the pretty face behind Cowabunga Carly?”
“Heh…right. About that,” Mikey said, sweating beneath the huge foam rubber head.
Max’s shy smile was a bit fuzzy through the screen-printed eyes of the mask, but it just gave him this soft, dream-like quality, and she sighed wistfully, butterflies throwing a mosh pit in her stomach.
“Uhh….you probably don’t want to, to be honest,” she played it off with a laugh, relieved that the mask would hide her cringe. “Besides, Corporate says I’m never allowed to take the head off until I’m back at - ”
“Actually,” Max interrupted, taking a halting step forward, “actually…I think…I really would. Like to.”
He licked his lips and swallowed. “Please? It’s just…I never met a girl like you before, and…you’re really cool, and funny, and…”
Mikey twisted her fingers together, half of her deliriously happy, lapping up the praise, and the other wracked with misery, knowing it was probably all about to end.
“I just want to see your face.”
Mikey groaned inwardly - if Tellie (alias: “Corporate”) found out, she’d prob’ly kick her ass clean across the Hudson to the Jersey side.
Thinking about what sensei would say, though, gave Mikey pause…she hated to make her mother worry. And she’d always been very clear on the rules regarding humans.
But…he was so…sweet.
“It’s, uh…It’s kind of…complicated. There’s a reason why, I don’t…” Mikey hemmed nervously, and started again. “I’m not sure this is a good id-
“Um,” Max said, taking yet another tiny step closer, “I think?…I might actually know what that reason is?”
He had a way of lilting up at the ends of his sentences, like everything was a question. It was a habit that Lelo used to scold Mikey for, but hearing someone else do it, it just sounded cute.
Or maybe she just thought everything Max did was cute.
“I guarantee you, you don’t,” Mikey said, flatly, picking at one elbow pad nervously.
“I’m actually pretty observant?” Max pressed, fussing with the hem of his T-shirt and then putting his hands in his pockets when he realized he was fiddling. “In fact, I’m…pretty sure I already figured it out.”
Mikey hesitated, peering over Max’s shoulder to the busy street and the mid-day sun beyond. Following her gaze (or the googly cartoon head’s gaze, anyway) Max peered out at the street, and then took a few decisive steps further into the shade of the alley.
“I’m not gonna tell anybody,” he said, gently. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”
God, turn a girl to butter why don’t you?
“Okay,” Mikey said, raising her hands to the foam rubber head, heart pounding beneath her plastron. “Max, I…well, just in case you scream and run away…I really loved getting to know you.”
“I’m not going to scream and run away,” Max said, with a patient, reassuring smile.
“Heh. See, you say that, buuuuut….”
Mikey sighed and gulped. “Well, it was fun while it lasted. Here goes.” She squeezed her eyes shut tight as the foam rubber head popped over her nose, and tucked it against her hip, looking everywhere but at him, suddenly very interested in his sneakers.
“Ta-daaaa.”
Well. There was no screaming. At least not yet. And the sneakers hadn’t moved.
“So…not to quote another ugly green beast, but…this is the part where you run away,” Mikey quipped, miserably.
There was no response, so Mikey looked up and was surprised when she met Max’s soft brown eyes. He didn’t seem afraid, or disgusted - he just observed her with a thoughtful expression on his face. A cool breeze ghosted through the alley, and she shivered as it kissed the sweat on the back of her neck - or maybe it was just the realization that Max was looking her full in the green pudgy face and wasn’t calling the cops.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you? The real ones, from the news.”
“Um. Guilty,” Mikey said, giving a little twiddle of her fingers.
“Wow,” Max said, a slight smile blossoming on his face, “The kids talk about you all the time. That’s why they wanted Cowabunga Carly for the parties, I just…wow, it’s actually you.”
“Heh. Yup,” Mikey said, shifting her weight to her other hip.
She was beginning to feel uncomfortable with all the scrutiny…it was a relief that he wasn’t screaming and running away, but she didn’t want to be gawked at like a curiosity either.
“So, uh….not…too hideous, then?”
Max’s face colored slightly, and he grinned, shaking his head “no.”
Mikey’s heart give a little hop, and she smiled back, tentatively.
“You’re…you aren’t still teenagers, though, right?”
“Oh! Hah! No way,” Mikey said, with a little laugh. “It’s just…a copyright thing, like the name is trademarked? Like, okay, best guess, me and Tellie are twenty-three?…ish?…Raph and Lelo are a bit olde - mmf!”
Before she could make sense of what was happening, Max had crossed the distance between them, placed his hands on her shoulders, squinted his eyes shut and planted a smacker right on her lips.
Just as suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he released her.
“Ohmigod I’m so sorry!” he blurted, his cheeks mottled with red, holding his hands up in apology. “I should’ve - I dun - I dunno what I was thinking! Is that okay?! Are - are we ‘there’ yet?”
I just got kissed.
I just had my first kiss.
Max just kissed me.
“I’m sorry, I totally should have asked first, it’s just…it’s so great to finally see you, and I know we’ve just been, y’know, texting and chatting and keeping it light, but…I was kinda…really hoping that maybe…you’d let me ask you ou - mmf!”
The foam head thunked musically as it bounced in the alley along with her clunky foam nunchucks, as Mikey flung her toned arms around Max’s neck and kissed him back enthusiastically, her heart leaping and dancing and shaking maracas. He wrapped his arms around her (well as far as he could reach around the shell) and kissed back enthusiastically.
Their mouths didn’t quite fit right, but it sure was fun trying to figure it out…his body was warm and soft and his lips tasted a bit like chocolate frosting and the root beer he’d been sipping at the party, and the breeze lifted the tails of her mask, raising goosebumps up and down her skin, and before she knew what was happening, one foot was lazily drifting skywards all on its own.
“So this is what it feels like,” she thought. “Falling in love.”
And there was so much joy surging through her she thought she might take off like a bottle rocket, just whoosh! Right up to the moon.
Their lips parted, and Mikey gazed dotingly into his warm brown eyes, relishing the feel of his arms around her.
“I like pizza?” Mikey offered, shyly. “And bad movies?”
Max grinned broadly, and Mikey bit her lip, already anticipating when she could taste his kiss again.
“Well,” Max blushed, “not to brag, but - I am amazing at ordering pizza.”
Mikey laughed, and in a fit of glee, wrapped her arms low around Max, picked him up like a sack of flour, and spun him in a neat circle.
“Woah!” Max laughed. “Okay! Let’s, uh…let’s bring it in for a landing.”
“Sorry,” Mikey beamed, though she wasn’t feeling very sorry at all as Max got his feet under him again, “I, uh…I guess I just get excited...about pizza.”
Max just smiled, and cupped her cheek with one hand. She leaned into the touch, gazing dotingly into his warm brown eyes, until he leaned in and kissed her again.
Next Chapter
So I wrote two short stories about @turtle-sketches newest oc, Marty, the second child and first son of Mikey and May, and I wrote about an “what if” where Leo and Don finds Yoshi, my oc, and adopts him. And so Marty and Yoshi becomes toddler friends. Yes. Warning for tcest, as in these stories Leo and Don are a couple.
Also, Mikey have no idea about the tcest part. May suspects.
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When they visit his brothers, Michelangelo isn’t expecting a toddler in the kitchen.
As far as he knows, there is only one toddler in their growing family, and Mikey is holding him. And yet, despite the fact that Marty is sleeping in his arms, drooling on his shoulder, there is a tiny little turtle toddler in Marty’s usual high chair.
Mikey gapes. May gapes. Even Mabel gapes, and for a moment they all simply stand in the doorway, staring at Leo as he tries to feed the tiny turtle something green and slimy looking.
“Excuse me,” Donatello says behind them, gently nudging his way through, “sorry, thanks, take a seat maybe? Instead of blocking the doorway? Thank you,” and he is past them and putting down a big, white box on the kitchen table. The box.
“Um,” May says as they all slowly sit down, Marty still asleep but moved over into her arms as Mikey can’t stop staring, “Did we miss something?”
“Huh?” Leonardo looks up, and the toddler smacks at the plastic table with its chubby hands, before trying to paw at the spoon just out of reach. “Oh, right, ah. We raided a Foot lab yesterday, and found Yoshi here.”
“Yoshi,” Mikey said blankly. Remembered the man that their father always spoke of, and repeated in a louder, squeaky voice; “You named him Yoshi!?”
“No, they did,” Donatello cut in, pulling out wicked looking needles. Mikey immediately inched his chair away from them, bumping into Mabel who leaned further in. Clearly his princess didn’t know what was good for her, and so Mikey pulled her chair away with him. “They named him after the lizard in Mario.” And his voice grew angry, low, as he added; “As a joke for how expendable he was.”
Well.
That still explained nothing, which Mikey told them. Leonardo and Donatello both gave him a blank look, the kind of look that Mikey had always hated to receive when they were all younger.
“Well, there’s not much to explain, Mikey,” Leo said, gently stretching out one of Yoshi’s arms as Donatello took a blood sample. The toddler didn’t even flinch, instead happily eating what looked like pureed salad. “We found him in the lab raid, he was the only surviving one, we took him with us and now Donnie is doing tests in the kitchen. Which I specifically asked him not to.”
“Shush,” Donnie said and put a pink, hello kitty bandaid on Yoshi’s chubby arm. “I need to make sure he’s healthy. Oh, wait, why are you guys here now? It’s like an hour before planned.”
“You guys adopted a child.”
“Actually, we haven’t decided yet if he’s going to be our child.”
Considering the way Leo immediately hugged Yoshi close when Donatello said that, Mikey would beg to differ.
“Dude, if you haven’t, Leo has,” he pointed out, and his brothers shared a look. Leo looked sheepish, and Donnie smiled fondly, and all of that was pretty damn weird too. When Mikey looked at May, she only seemed amused.
“Yoshi has only been here for two hours, it’s too early to decide,” Donatello insisted, but even Mikey could see how soft and gooey he felt, how he touched the tiny turtle’s chubby cheeks.
Actually, said tiny turtle seemed to have finally noticed them.
Mikey eyed him.
The toddler was pale green, with big, pale yellow eyes that had red markings going from the corners and to the back of his head. He was chubby the way all kids, including Marty, was at that age, except he was fully turtlefied.
And he had claws.
“Dude, can he hurt people with those?” Mabel asked, eagerly leaning in to peer closer. Donnie smiled wryly and held out his own arm to show her, revealing multiple scratches.
“He was a bit scared when we first found him,” he said, and once the blood samples were packed away, he simply snatched Yoshi from Leo’s arms. Leonardo looked put-out by this development, but seemed unable to get the toddler back, and as such instead began to clean up. Mikey tried to catch a peek of what the food had been, but Leo saw him looking.
“Pureed salad, some bugs and fruit,” he said and showed Michelangelo. Mikey and Mabel both grimaced, leaning away from the odd mixture that looked more like vomit than food.
“Bro, why would you be so cruel to the cutie?” Mikey asked, appalled. May elbowed him in the side, and he swatted her arm away. “What, it’s true! We don’t feed that to Marty-”
“We feed something like that to Marty,” May pointed out, shifting said toddler around. He was stirring, sleepy eyes slowly blinking open. “I’m going to guess that you found notes on his diet needs?”
“Oh, yes,” Donatello smiled and gave Yoshi a kiss on his cheek. Yoshi seemed intent on stuffing his entire hand into his mouth, big eyes watching the mixed family at the table. His eyes seemed stuck on Marty. “I found quite a lot of information, but I haven’t looked through it all yet.”
Then Marty sat up straight in May’s arms, gasping and waving his arms around. May did nothing to stop Donatello from swooping in, though Michelangelo pouted.
“That’s not fair, now he got two babies,” he hissed at his girlfriend, whom promptly ignored him as she grabbed an apple from the bowl in the middle of the kitchen table. Then Mikey remembered the claws. “Wait, Donnie, won’t Yoshi-”
“I’ll stop him from scratching at Marty if it’s a danger,” Donatello assured him, smiling happily as the toddlers eyed each other. Chubby hands reached out and pawed at the other’s face, but Yoshi seemed good at not scratching the hybrid. Indeed, they only pawed and patted at each other, before they began to giggle.
“Well,” Leonardo said, smiling as he dried off the last plate, “I guess they like each other.”
“I still want mine back later,” Mikey warned Donatello.
His brother only grinned.
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“There’s hydrogen and helium, then lithium, beryllium,” Donatello sang, voice low and soothing. Following the real song’s fast pace would not do good for him at the moment, and he turned in another circle as he continued, the words sang slowly, “boron, carbon everywhere,”
He shifted his hold. Made the toddlers more comfortable. Both of them had their cheeks pressed against his shoulders, and when Donatello snuck glances he saw wide eyes staring back. He smiled and continued, neatly avoiding the chewing toys the boys had used before.
“Nitrogen all through the air, with oxygen so you can breathe, and fluorine for your pretty little teeth-”
Yoshi yawned. Marty reached out and patted at the other toddler’s cheeks, and a sleepy giggle escaped Yoshi. Donatello continued to sing, barely aware of how Leonardo leaned against the doorway. He was smiling, watching as Donnie rocked the little turtles in his arms, reciting the entire song by memory.
It was their favorite, and always put them to sleep halfway through.
“-phosphorus, then sulfur, chlorine and argon,” and both toddlers yawned at the same time. Marty’s eyes slipped closed, while Yoshi tries his best to keep from closing his, “potassium, and calcium so you’ll grow up strong, scandium, titanium, vanadium and chromium and manganese,” And slowly, carefully Donatello climbed into the bed. Leonardo followed on quiet feet, lifting the blanket up to help his brother slide in. The boys had both fallen asleep now, and Donatello pressed his shell against the wall.
Leo slid in. Kept the boys between them, and with a flick of a switch the lights were turned off. With another, the bed lamp's soft glow began to shine, and Leonardo pulled a book close.
“You going to sleep now?” he asked Donnie. Reached over to stroke his cheek, and Donatello smiled. Turned his head to give Leo’s palm a kiss, before wrapping one arm around the toddlers.
“Depends. Are you going to read outloud?”
“I can, if you want.”
“Please do so,” and Donnie yawned. Closed his eyes and sighed. “It’s soothing.”
Leonardo hummed, before he flipped to where they had last left off. Slowly he began to read about the adventures of Belgarion, and by the time the chapter was finished, Donatello was sleeping as deeply as Marty and Yoshi both.
Leo smiled. Turned off the light, put the book aside.
I was tagged by @turtle-sketches for the TMNT audio interview thing, so here you all are!
(There is a lot of clicking and scratching in the background. That’s me, nervous sketching, because I’m self conscious about my voice. XD Please try to overlook it!)
I tag @bracedvigilante, @harley-anymore, @becci-d, @carriegreentea, @mamashelle80, @faithfulwhispers, and all my followers who want to join in! ((For whatever reason, the audio is broken now??? QAQ I’m trying to fix it, sorry for the delay everyone. Auuugh I hate mobile tumblr)) LAST EDIT: IF THE ABOVE DOESN'T WORK, I HAVE UPLOADED THE AUDIO HERE, ON PICOSONG, AS WELL. http://picosong.com/Zc3n HOPEFULLY, THIS WILL DO ALRIGHT. AHFKFKKDKFNNF.
I commissioned @turtle-sketches for my ocs! Donovan (Novan) is the albino, and Yoshino (Yoshi) is the, y’know, green one. Look how cute they are!!!
They are brothers, with no romantic interest in each other. This is just a cute lil’ cheek squish hug <3
And if you look at their eyemarkings, do you see how different they are? That’s because Yoshi’s are natural, and Novan painted his on in a show of solidarity :D
