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Always Protect You WARNING: contains main character death, non-con situation (no sex) The team had been out on a routine patrol when things had gotten a little hairy in a fight with the Purple Dragons.  April had been doing her best to fight their numbers back, but her strength was flagging; she was making mistakes, and was well aware of it.  She threw a punch at her enemy that went so wide it didn’t even make contact.  Her opponent took full advantage of the miss, coming at her stomach with a butterfly knife.  She dodged backward, one swipe, then the next, and found herself up against the alley wall, about to be filleted.  But there

With a final push, Leo  was free of the rubble. He was clinging to someone but he wasn’t sure who. In darkness, blinded by dust, it took their combined strength to get  clear of the pile of ruin.  Tired and defeated, the remains of their precious lair buried beneath hundreds of pounds of concrete, the unstable aftermath of an unsuspected attack from the Nemesis, a monstrous amoeboid creature tasked to hunt down and neutralize all mutant life on the planet, it was inevitable that the turtle’s number would come up, though no one could suspect when. “Is everyone okay? Sound off!” Coughing and exhausted, Raphael carried S

  Leonardo's Point of View: Tongue in my cheek, eyes flickering among the spots on the dirty floor. I open my mouth, but the words are buttery and sliding far too quickly to be able to make sense. So I clamp my lips down, and force teeth to block my language. But I can’t do anything about the pleasant burn in my face travelling down to swindle my thoughts into murky puddles. “Leonardo?” he calls, and I nod in reply to show I’m listening. “It’s getting late- we must leave now if we wish to return before nightfall.” I nod again, not trusting my tongue to say anything, lest butterfly-fuelled words b

Rating: Positively G rated. Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon. Warnings: Snow is cold and wet. You have been warned. Summary: Take it from Mikey, don't attack family unless you are fully prepared for the consequences. 2k12. Written for BlackKatJinx (https://www.deviantart.com/blackkatjinx). A Snowball's Chance Humming happily, Michelangelo finished patting the snowball into shape and added it to the growing pile hidden behind the snow covered bush. He glanced over to Ice-cream Kitty, seeing her putting the finishing touches on her own snowball and meowing happily to the tune of 'Jingle Bells'. Mikey snickered in amusement

Splinter’s ear twitched as he stood near the door of the dojo to listen for his sons.  This whole fight between the boys had passed ridiculous quite a while ago and was grating on his usually steady nerves.  Of course he was accustomed to conflict in this household, he was raising four brothers of the same age, it was unavoidable.  He’d thought he’d seen it all with these kids, a disagreement one day, a misunderstanding another, with sibling bickering splashed in just to keep life interesting on their poor old father.  Usually it was loud, with shouting and shoving, accusations and deflections of blame; but this, this was so

"Woah..." Mikey looked around him.... To discover that he was no longer in the lair. But in some creepy abandoned-looking workshop place? "Hmm, normally my bros would say, 'No going to creepy and abandoned places', but since I'm here..." "Might as well take a look around." Mikey muttered under his breath before yelling out. "Dudes! Bros! Anybody here?" "Helloooooo?!" "Hello....hello.....hellooooo...hellooooo...hellooooooooo....." His cries echoed in the distance.... But only silence remained. "Ok, dudes, this is not funny anymore!" "I know I played a few pranks, but this is...." Just then, he was interrupted.... By a few colour

Wait for Splinter to go scavenging. Get Leo’s attention by putting a Space Heroes episode on TV. If he’s too engrossed in his meditation to notice, steal his katana. Get Raph’s attention by trapping his hammock and/or filling his punching-ball with water. If he’s too engrossed in complaining to Spike to notice, steal Spike. Get Donnie’s attention by sneaking inside his lab and tinkering with his stuff. If he’s too engrossed in his experiment to notice, make good use of his rolling chair and steal Donnie. Flee to the kitchen, possibly with katana, Spike and Donnie. Wait for remaining brothers to storm i

They had almost done it. Almost. Another half an hour and they would have been in the clear. No harm done. No scars on their souls. Chained up in the lowest parts of the sewers, locked up behind doors Donatello had designed himself, guarded by Casey Jones, permanently monitored by she, April O'Neil, they shouldn't have had the opportunity to cause any damage. But they were stronger than they had anticipated, and they had broken free. April drove madly though the night, following her GPS. Why do humans have to be so narrow-minded? The red-haired woman thought. Despite all the care her ninja family took to protect the secrecy they lived in, mor

Sprawled head down on a comfortable armchair, Leo was watching his brother Raph. The impressive red-clad leader was imitating his favorite kung fu actor. "That's not training. Is it training?" Stretched out on the floor, Mikey was drawing madly in the hope of keeping pace with Raph's moves. He raised his head to look at Leo. "Donnie says he impersonates him to become a better leader. He seeks a role model." Leonardo rolled his eyes. Mikey shrugged. "You would do the same if you were leading." "Me? Leading?" Leo's voice became high-pitched, as if the very suggestion was offensive. He pointed an accusative finger at his younger brother.

Raph groaned as he flung himself onto his bed.  With his face still buried in his pillow he grabbed around for his headphones, his coping mechanism was something he wanted to keep to himself.  It’s not like the music was bad, raunchy, or something Splinter would ground him for; but he refused to admit he’d found a favorite band because it might get ruined.  Raph flicked through his playlist until he found the song he needed right now.  He turned the volume to max and pressed play, settling back down as the voice of Florence began to flow.  It was nice to have such a melodic voice sing to him, and he didn’t feel at all guilty