Set in the Love's Incipience series.
Summary: For Leonardo, knowing his brothers like the back of his hand can sometimes be a curse.
Humor. One shot. Rated T for innuendo - all you readers and your dirty minds. For shame! ;’D
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Plumbing Issues
He thought he knew everything about his brothers. Was sure of it; never a betting turtle, still, Leonardo would have wagered his priceless katana on the fact that he did. That he could recognize by the slightest shift in the air when any one of them might be disappointed, angry, or sad.
Over the years, he'd mastered the art of reading and understanding their body language. Through quiet ob
Ascension - Ch 2 - Surviving by Sleepingseeker, literature
Literature
Ascension - Ch 2 - Surviving
"Even in times of trauma, we try to maintain a sense of normality until we no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. We never become whole again ... we are survivors.
... those of us who have made it thru hell and are still standing? We bear a different name: warriors." -Lori Goodwin
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Chapter 2 - Surviving
Leonardo sat the pillow up, fluffing it vigorously before easing back on his heels, satisfied.
"While I appreciate the gesture," Master Splinter said, speaking above his shoulder and giving him a start, "I am fully capable of making my own bed."
Leo stood up and bowed deeply so that he missed the
2k12 ‘verse.
They've come home. At last. But it's not long before turtle luck is at it again. Donatello needs help, and as the family struggles to find some way to help him, April turns to a desperate solution - one that will put her in terrible danger and ultimately, change her, forever.
Rated T for cursing and some intense themes.
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"Anything can happen: anything. Or nothing. Who can say?
The world, monstrous, is made that way,
and in the end consumes us all." -Brian Evenson, Fugue State
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Ascension
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Chapter One
Donatello pressed against the door with splayed fingers. It gave
Rated K+ - Adventure/Romance/Family - about 3,200 words - apritello
Summary: Space is a dangerous place. The smallest things can go terribly wrong, turning a simple task into a rescue mission, a fight for a brother’s life.
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The lights flash. Red and yellow and blue and green. Every color any color. The rhythm matched by the increasing pitch and screech of the alarms.
She blinks.
It is all in her head.
There are no alarms, no oscillating lights, nothing to reflect the tumult within her. Nothing to measure out the panic she feels.
Her terror is a blank, wordless weight. A translucent stone, massive like a bould
A/N: Okay, fair warning: This story is really pretty sad - but I hope in an uplifting sort of way. Tissues may be needed, that’s all I’m saying.
Words: 1830 Rated: K+ ‘Verse: Any Genre: Hurt/Comfort (maybe?)
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“Rivers and roads, rivers and roads.
Rivers
til
I
reach you.” –Rivers and Roads, The Head and the Heart
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Reunion
The snowflakes swirled in the twilight, catching the solar street lamp’s glow as they tumbled, glinting shades of pale blue and pink. Above his head, between the elongated lengths of skyscrapers, where any exposed surface blinked and
Leorai Week 2016 - Day 1 - Injured by Sleepingseeker, literature
Literature
Leorai Week 2016 - Day 1 - Injured
A/N: Written for Tumblr's Leorai Week Challenge. Each day had a different prompt for a one shot or artwork.
Rated T - Drama
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“The little cracks they
escalated
before we knew it was
too late.” – Lies, The Swell Season Injured
Her head lolled against the concrete, as she caught her breath. Her eyes rolled to regard him, curled in an awkward crouch to one side, panting through gritted teeth. Without looking, she reached into a zippered pouch at her hip and pulled out a silken handkerchief.
He made no move. No indication that he saw her movement, though she knew he did.
Her arm remained suspended betwe
The Space They Need
Inspired by today’s episode, The Weird World of Wyrm. So if you haven’t seen it yet, don’t read it just yet. Not really spoilery, but I don’t want to ruin the episode for anyone.
2k12 ‘verse - Rated K+ - Humor/Hurt/Comfort (is there a category for funny and painful?)
Summary: Leo is enchanted, Donnie and April are, too. Raph is bored and Casey is too invested in bubbles. But where is Mikey and what is he doing in the holodeck? The answer is nothing any of the brothers would have guessed.
Don’t kill me
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“I hear your voice
and it seems
as if it was all a dream.
I w
For you Raphril shippers, another little piece of heartbreak for you to mull over.
2k12 ‘verse. Set soon after Buried Secrets - which has so much potential for fic it’s just not funny. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated!
Rated K+ - Raph, April - Angst, Hurt/Comfort - 1100 words
Summary: They’re both breaking. And the one who pushes everything away, hiding in the safety of the familiar: his anger, will find comfort in the last place he’d ever look. And it just might be the finishing blow.
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He froze as he heard the sash below open, bottle half-way to his mouth, thinking immediat
Chapter 9 - Confessions & Introductions
Splinter pulled the rounded flask from the bag, heavy in his hand despite the small size, top corked. He yanked the stopper out with a slight pop and waved the opening just under his son's snout. Slowly from side to side.
Leo's nose wrinkled. With a sharp inhale, he choked, then frowned and jerked, eyes fluttering open, rolling around, dazed.
Splinter immediately removed the flask, recorked the top and returned it to the small bag at his side on the floor.
Mikey, who'd observed the entire spectacle from his position behind the couch, leaned over with a wide grin. "Worked like a charm."
Splinter eyed
2k12 ‘verse - Raphril - Rated T - set at the Farmhouse
A little one shot featuring plenty of angst. Because, why the hell not?
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Circumvent
She couldn’t see him, he was sure, standing where he was, just inside the tree line, where the shadows sighed between the fluttering leaves, shivering and shaking in the chilled morning breezes, trembling, as he was now.
Mouth dry. Stomach in a knot. Fists cold and sweating. Heart doing that strange pinching-twisting thing it did only when he was alone in her presence.
His gaze traced the lines of her long limbs, freckled from exposure to the sun, working long hours on the garde