Tmnt Tickle - Blog Posts

This seems super fun!!! I think I have two main favorite shows right now- TMNT (obviously 😘), and the Sonic franchise! (Technically not a 'show', but I've taken a liking to the movies, so it may become something I end up writing for.) I've only seen the first two Sonic movies so far, so I will base this on what I've seen :)

Putting this under the cut because its all pretty long! 👇

TMNT:

I love all of the shows I've watched, so I'm gonna do Rottmnt for this!

Leo and Donnie!

I adore all of the characters, but I'm in such a Disaster Twins mood rn-

Leo: Biiiig switch energy!! Super super ticklish, and loves tickling his brothers!

Donnie: I get ler-lean switch from him! Usually likes to be the one bringing chaos to the table, but enjoys the quality time with trusted family.

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Donnie grinned, evil and triumphant, as his dear twin screeched behind him. The softshell scribbled faster, his short nails running along his sibling's calf, vengeance fueling his movements as he reached a bit higher to carefully scratch at the soft underside of the flailing knee in his grasp.

Leo gasped, breathless laughter pouring from him as he desperately pushed at the other's shoulders, tears blurring his view of the back of his head. He yanked at his leg, trying to free it from Donnie's hands, but the overwhelming tickling sensation never stopped its course throughout his body. "DohoHOHONNIEEHEE! Snrk- IHIHI'M SAHARRY!"

The purple-themed turtle didn't listen, the limbs from his battle shell only stretching his leg out further in response, giving him much easier access to his writhing brother's worst spots. Leo's free leg drummed at his mattress, as he hysterically hit at the teen in front of him, hoping to convince him to stop the tickling that had been going on for what had to have been more than 10 minutes.

"'Nardo, I'm afraid a sorry won't do it this time. It's time you face the consequences for your actions."

Leo shrieked, fresh peals of laughter exploding from him as another hand began tickling under his knee, unable to move his leg at all to protect himself. "EEEAAHAH! Snrk! IHIHI- FAHAHAHACK, IT TICKLEHEHEHES! DEHEEHEEEE!"

He didn't deserve this! Surely a tank tire was replaceable, right? (Not easily, no) The sword-user flailed, helplessly flopping back onto his bed as he wrapped his arms around himself. His tickle-clouded mind began coming to terms with the fact that Donnie likely wouldn't be stopping until he deemed it right to, and he would have to endure the horribly ticklish nails under his knee for who knows how long-

"..Let's make a deal."

The prospect of a way out of his sanity-consuming prison ignited a spark of hope in the turtle's chest. He could escape! Donnie would stop!

"PLEHEHEEAA- Snrk- YEHEHEHES! HAAHAHAHH! HAHAHAHAHAH!"

Donnie smirked, taking his time in speaking while he picked apart whatever was left of his poor twin. "You get another break in 30 more seconds.." he skittered his fingers over the sides of Leo's lower thighs. "So long as I have your word that you will assist me in any work regarding the Turtle Tank for a week."

Leo's eyes widened in giggly surprise, tears staining his sheets as he stubbornly shook his head. "SHIHIHIHIT!! JUHUHUST STAAHAAHAP! Snrk- IHI CAHAHA- Snrk- I CAHAHAAN'T!!"

He threw his head back, losing his mind as a harsh raspberry was blown on the side of his knee. The turtle's sanity slipped away as he crumbled in on himself, arms falling from his sides as he gave up on squirming away.

"Mm, that's too bad. Seems like you should've taken the opportunity." Donnie's fingers curled slightly, fingertips digging into the sensitive nerves at his brother's knee. He took a breath, and blew another raspberry, this time on the center of Leo's kneecap.

"Your loss."

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Sonic:

So far, I think my favorite characters are Sonic and Tom? I know that's a little predictable, but I really like the dynamic they have! Runner-up would probably be Tails, because oh my days, the shenanigans he could get into with Sonic! Anyways-

Sonic: Probably a lee-lean. I can definitely see him giving comfort tickles, or having tickle fights with friends and family, but this silly is just so lee-coded!

Tom: I imagine he's always trying to tickle-attack Maddie, and once his family grows, those attacks spread to his new kiddos too! Probably uses tickling as a more every-day thing.

Tags: @sunsetsandsunshine @rice-cake-teen10 @savemeafruitjuice @smiley-star @let1zya @pokadotpeanut

Game time!

Give me your current favorite series, and your two favorite characters from that series. Then tell me if you see them as lee or ler. THE RED PART IS OPTIONAL. Write a short snippet in the comments or full on post a story and tag me in it. Read the tags for more. And then I'll announce my favorite!

I'm liking a lot of stuff rn.

Ben 10.. Sonic... TMNT... Avatar...

From each of these.

Ben and Kevin- switches.

Sonic and Shadow- switches.

Leo and Mikey- Leo switch and Mikey lee

Aang and Zuko- Aang switch and Zuko lee

Do you like these? Happy playing, and maybe some more games like these will emerge in the future. The winner? I'll think of a prize, but I'll make it my goal to write a fic of those 2 characters! This is helping me with motivation too.

Brooo oh my gosh- This is genuinely so sweet I can't!! 😭😭

Rahhh I'm gonna be thinking about this for the longest time!

~ 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎… ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟺: 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊· ̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟹𝟾𝟶

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 (𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✊🏾😔) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚈'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•

“Alright...well, that wraps that up. You’re all good to go, Mikes.” Donnie said as he finished wrapping the youngest’s arm up in bandages. 

The orange banded turtle smiled slightly, giving his immediate older brother a tight hug which the other gladly returned. 

“Thanks…” The smaller turtle said, burying his face into the crook of the other’s neck as they embraced. 

The scientist in purple smiled softly at the gesture, resting his chin on the top of the younger’s head, “It’s no problem. After all, it is what I do.” He said casually, slowly breaking away from the hug as he put the remainder of the bandages to the side of the Med-Bay counter.

Michaelangleo nodded, hopping down from the Med-bay bed and putting on his signature orange hoodie that was resting on a clothing hanger. Donatello let out a soft snort, raising an amused eyebrow ridge at his immediate younger brother, “Whahat’s with the random wardrobe change? You look like a bloated frog.” 

The baby blue eyed turtle let out a feigned gasp, clutching his chest dramatically, “Fihirst ohof all: fuck you. And second of all: I look haaaandsome in this!” He huffed, “Don’t you agree, Leo?” The orange cladded teen said as he turned to the eldest who was sitting on the other bed.

But Leonardo did not make a sound…or…literally any acknowledgement that he even heard the youngest. 

The leader in blue was looking at the tile floor; his eyes glossy as he fiddled with his fingers absentmindedly. 

Donatello sighed, resting his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, “…Leo’s been…shaken up since the ambush; you know how he gets. He’s most likely making up a wholeeeee simulation in his head on how he could’ve 'protected us better…'”

Mikey hummed lightly, crossing his arms and looking at the eldest who was genuinely oblivious to the staring, “…What a weirdo…” 

“Yeah…he is.” The young genius commented back, shaking his head fondly, “But he’s our weirdo.”

“Ohoooo no. Noooo no no no no. That was way too freaking cringy…even for you, Dee.” The younger teen fake-gagged, pretending to throw up as Donnie only snickered at the immature action. 

This is what he gets for trying to be sentimental in front of his younger brother…

As the freckled face mutant continued with his antics, amping it up a million notches as Raph came in…the tallest turtle couldn’t help but catch a glance at his big brother once again.

Leo looked…so dejected…so…so lost.

Donnie exhaled sadly, rubbing his hand anxiously. 

…Splinter would know what to do at a time like this…he always knew what to do at times like this…

Then…worried green eyes met an unsure russet.

Raphael walked to his immediate younger brother, squeezing his hand gently, “…You okay, Don…?”  

Donatello cleared his throat, his free hand flapping near his thigh…

…God, he missed his Dad…

…He missed him so fucking much…

“I-I’m…fine. I’m fine.” The scientist insisted, gently squeezing his older brother’s hand back, “I just…need to patch up Leo and talk with him for a bit…”

“Aye aye 'Captain.” Mikey saluted, giving Donnie a quick peck on the cheek before skedaddling away to the lounge area. 

The middle children rolled their eyes fondly at the youngest’s actions as the green eyed one of the three let go of the tallest’s hand, “…You sure you’re okay?”

“…Y-Yeah…y-yeah, I’m okay.” Donnie grimaced, “Now please go to Mike before he decides to blow up the entire lounge area…” He snickered lightly. 

“Blowing up things is your job, Einstein. But I’m on it.” The elder snorted fondly, walking to the exit before turning his head slightly back to his brother, “Oh— and just so y'know: we’re watching Toy Story 3 in the living room in a couple of minutes.”

Donatello let out an amused huff, “…Ihis this your way of rushing me?” 

“Mmmmm…kinda.” The red banded turtle hummed, shrugging slightly.

“Ihi’ll be as fast ahas I cahan, Raphie…” The taller turtle giggled as he watched his immediate older brother waltz out of the room, “Oh! And don’t start the movie without us!” He yelled from Med-Bay, closing the main doors as he turned all of his attention to his eldest brother…

…Oh. boy…

“Hey, big guy...” The scientist started off softly, slowly going over to his big brother with his signature med-kit. 

The blue banded turtle looked up almost immediately at the sudden voice speaking to him, being forced out of whatever void he was staring into. 

“Hey, Dee…” The elder smiled…although the smile looked more like a forced one…

…Donnie didn’t comment on it. 

“Hey, man…” The younger greeted again, slightly cringing at the sound of his own awkwardness, “How’re you holding up?” 

The smaller turtle blinked at the question, “I’m not…holding anything...” 

Donatello snickered softly at the answer (a typical Leo answer), resting his med-kit on the table as he got out some bandaids and other supplies, “I mean, like…how are you doing? Are you doing alright?” 

The blue banded teen shrugged, “I could…be better. But I’m with you guys, so…I can’t complain…that much anyway…” He finished bluntly.

“Amen to that.” The taller turtle hummed before turning back to his brother, “But before I start…is there anywhere that’s, like, really hurting that you want me to take a look at first? And most importantly: are you okay with me touching you right now or do you want to do the physical stuff later?” He asked as he grabbed his med-kit and a couple other unused washrags. 

“Just my arms hurt, I guess. But it’s just from cuts…nothing major I don’t think.” Leonardo muttered, “And I’m okay with being touched right now…th-thanks for asking.” 

Donatello chuckled softly, “Gotta make sure my big bro’s a-okay.” He grinned, giving the other a thumbs up and getting a disinfectant wipe as he cleaned the cuts on Leo’s arms. 

Heavy silence weighed down the two, almost like a huge weighted blanket.

Accept this silence was not comforting in the slightest…

….It was loud…if that made sense. 

“Soooo…” The taller turtle started, “The Foot took us by complete surprise, huh?” The young scientist exclaimed to try and start a subtle conversation, “You would think that after we beat them every. single. time…they would learn to back the fuck up…”

“Ow.” Leo muttered subtly as the russet eyed mutant cleaned a wound on his shoulder.

The younger grimaced, “Sorry…I’m being as gentle as I can.”

“Well, please be more gentle?” The other winced. 

“Suck it up but also that’s what she said.” Donnie remarked sarcastically, getting more rubbing alcohol and putting it on the other’s shoulder before putting a bandaid on it.

The blue eyed mutant winced at the contact, glaring at the ground as scene’s from just an hour ago unfolded in his mind…

…Jesus fucking Christ…

…How could he have been so. damn. stupid…?

He was supposed to lead his brother’s to victory…not lead them to a legit ambush and straight up failure!!!

What would have Splinter said?

…What…could he have said?

They all could have died because of Leo’s own foolishness…

He had one job.

One fucking job: make sure his brother’s get out of every mission safe and unharmed…

But he couldn’t even protect himself when it came to it…

So what kind of delusions was he feeding himself to make himself even remotely think he could protect his family?

“Woah! Woah woah woah! Hey! Hey…” Donnie’s eyes widened in panic as his older brother slowly started to crumble to tears, although, the younger teen could tell that the eldest was desperatelytrying to hold them back despite his efforts.

“Leo, I-I was just joking about the whole 'suck it up' thing. Y-You know that…right? I was trying to be funny, which…o-obviously backfired.” The second youngest mumbled guiltily, holding Leonardo’s hands in his as he rubbed the top of his knuckles gently. 

“I-It’s n-not that…” The shorter teenager mumbled back pathetically. 

“So…what is it then…?” Donnie quietly asked, his grip on his brother’s hands tightening just a bit as the other refused to answer. 

And almost like an everlasting reminder, the heavy silence weighed down on the two mutants once more.

“Leo…” The purple banded teen urged lightly as the eldest wiped his eyes with his free hand, sniffling as he looked at the ground, “I-It’s nothing…forget i-it.” 

“Lee…” The taller turtle urged on. 

“F-Forget it…please...” The eldest silently begged, wincing at how fragile and weak his voice sounded, “J-Just forget it.” 

“I can’t 'forget' about something when it’s obviously bothering you…” Donatello smiled gently as he sat next to his brother on the bed, wrapping him in a loose side hug that left the smaller turtle to accept or deny…

…Which he very much accepted.

Leonardo rested his head on the other’s shoulder, squeezing his little brother closer to him like a lifeline.

“I just…” The sapphire eyed teenager sucked in a breath, blinking back tears as he buried his face into Donnie’s shoulder, “…I-I just worry so…much about you and Raph’s and Mikey’s and April’s and Casey’s safety and I…I just can’t!”He exclaimed, overall sadness and shame overcoming and overwhelming him immensely. 

“Why…W-Why do I keep worrying about things that can’t be changed no matter what I do?!” The older mumbled, finding it quite humiliating how…brittle his voice was now.

But let’s be honest…it always did sound like that. 

He was supposed to be calm. 

He was supposed to be collected.

He was supposed to be calm and collected. 

…Not…whatever this was.

“I was worried about going out on today’s mission and look what f-fuhucking happened!!!” The sapphire eyed teen laughed bitterly, hugging himself as if his own comfort was the only comfort he felt like he deserved at the moment, “We got ambushed by The fucking Foot…” He grumbled, glaring hatefully at the floor.

“I-I just want you all to be o-okay.” The leader in blue choked out, “I hate seeing you all hurt and only being able to do something about it after the event that caused said hurt has passed…”

The smaller mutant sniffled, wiping his face with his palm, “…Eheven then I can’t do much.”

“I-I j-just…” Leonardo stuttered, “I-I just w-want you all to be o-okay…” 

And just like that…the berating silence visited once again, making Donnie stiffen almost like a stone hard wall as he looked at the other turtle’s completely downtrodden expression. 

The taller teen reached to gently hold the other’s hand, and his eyes only softened more when his elder brother moved his hand out of his reach quickly and quietly. 

The russet eyed mutant fidgeted with his fingers anxiously, “Leo…listen to me, please—”

“No…N-No, stop.” The sapphire eyed mutant said almost immediately, desperately trying to build back up the wall he built between him and his brother…

…Except this time instead of building this wall with cement…he built it without anything to support the bricks at all. 

“It…I-It doesn’t matter, okay?” Leonardo sniffled, wiping his eyes desperately with one hand and digging his hand into his thigh. The taller teenager sighed sadly, scooting closer to his brother and holding his hand, squeezing it gently and reassuringly, “Yes…it does.” The younger said with a stern tone; not an angry one…just stern. 

“I don’t want you to disregard your feelings, okay? This matters. Your feelings matter, Lee…” The taller said as he just now realized he still had the gloves he put on earlier on.

The second youngest of the mutant family quickly went to take off the disposable gloves and put them into the trash, going back to the bed and sitting next to Leonardo, interlocking his fingers with his.

And, man…

Leo’s hands were really ashy. Like…chalk ashy. 

…Eugh. 

Maaaaybe having those gloves on wasn’t such a bad idea…

The russet eyed mutant locked eyes with the smaller, making sure the other knew he meant every word he was saying, “This is about you right now, okay…?” 

The blue banded teen stiffened slightly at the other’s sudden firm voice, looking down at his own knees as he rubbed his thigh with his free hand anxiously. 

Donnie’s eyes softened once more for, like, the fourth time this hour at the eldest’s anxious demeanor, going into his pouch and giving his brother a stress ball, which the blue banded turtle gladly took. 

The second youngest sighed, “I-I’m not angry at you, okay?”

The other looked at the taller doubtfully.

“Don’t look at me like that!!!” The russet eyed teenager huffed, “I might be frustrated that you’re pushing down your feelings in order to 'protect mine'…but I would never be mad at you.” He emphasized, “Never.” 

But then, the purple banded teen then jokingly hummed in thought, lightly rubbing his brother’s knuckles with his fingers, “Well…there was that one time you swapped the house sprinkles and replaced them with salt for my ice cream…I was mad at you for that.” 

And thank God Leo cracked a small smile; rolling his eyes and giggling slightly at the random comment, “Okahay thahat was an accident…” 

“You put food coloring on the salt! 'Accident' my ass.” 

The eldest just laughed harder at the memory, “Yohour fahahault fohor falling fohor ihit…” 

The second youngest sighed dramatically, “Gaslighting the victim at its finest, I see.” 

The purple banded turtle then lightly bumped his brother’s shoulder, squeezing his hand one last time, “I do need you to know, though…it gets better, Leo…okay?” Donnie said with..so much love and compassion and just utmost respect for his older brother.

“…Does it…?” The sapphire eyed teen murmured.

“It does.” The other assured, “I-I know it doesn’t feel like it right now…but it does.” He said, examining his brother’s readable but yet unreadable expression, “…You don’t believe me…”

“And why should I?” The other quietly and carefully asked. 

“…Would I ever lie to you?”

“…No.” Leo concluded as he sniffled, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder as the taller mutant chuckled, “And I’m just gonna be blunt here…you’re a worrywart.” Donnie snickered. 

“Hey!!” The young leader huffed. 

“And you worry and stress about a lot of things.” The young genius exclaimed, “And that’s okay. But what’s not okay is you disregarding those feelings.”

“You’re our big brother for Christ sake! I would lowkey be kinda worried if you didn’t worry about us.” Donatello laughed, “But you have to trust that we’ll be okay in the end. We have each other…and personally? That’s all I really need…” 

Leonardo’s eyes shined slightly, burying his face in his brother’s upper plastron, “L-Love you…” 

“I love you too, shortie.” Donnie smiled softly as he gently squeezed the other against him before letting go and getting up to put the rest of the medical kit things away. 

“So…how do I look Doc McStuffins?” The leader in blue grinned cheekily as he wiped away his excess tears. 

The younger rolled his eyes fondly, “Okay, well first of all: fuck you. And second, your okay. Just a couple scratches…nothing major.” Donnie said as he disposed the rest of the dirty cloths and disinfectant wipes in the trash.

“But if I see you training at all for the next two weeks I will personally burn your entire Space Heroes action figure collection.” Donatello huffed. 

Leonardo’s eyes widened, “…You wouldn’t.” 

Donatello raised a brow, smirking, “Wanna bet?” 

The eldest sighed in defeat, looking down at the ground and pouting slightly, “No…” 

Donatello chuckled at the other’s demeanor, going in front of him and holding his hands gently, “But you have to promise me something.” 

“Hm?”

“Talk to someone if you feel shitty about yourself or something!” The purple banded turtle huffed, flicking his brother’s forehead, “You know better than anyone else here that bottling up feelings just ends up badly.” 

“And put some damn lotion on. Your hands are ashy as hell.” The russet eyed teenager said, holding back a snort as his older brother stammered over his words at the random order. 

“Wohoah wooooah, pause pause pause!” The blue banded turtle giggled, waving his hands, “I thought we were having a moment!” 

“We were!” The russet eyed mutant laughed, “I just need you to put some cream on. It’s bothering me!” 

“Everything bothers you…” The leader in blue grumbled under his breath, getting up from the bed and getting lotion which was on one of the desk tables. “Better?” The older said sassily as he put the cream on, raising an eye ridge to the taller teenager who just snickered in amusement by his sassiness. 

“Much better, ash baby.” The taller chuckled, sitting down on the bed as the smaller followed. 

“So…what now?” The sapphire eyed teen hummed. 

“Well, I dunno if you heard but Raph and Mikey wanted to watch Toy Story 3…” Donnie said. 

“Of course they did…” Leo laughed fondly, “And here I thought I cried enough today…”

“…You sure you’re okay, though…?” The other asked. 

“I mean, yeah…” The sapphire eyed mutant shrugged, “I just wish I knew what to do when stuff like this happens…”

“…Like Dad did?” Donnie mumbled. 

“Like Dad did.” Leo nodded, sharing a small smile of remembrance with the younger. 

Donatello nodded, getting up for a quick second as he took off his mask and washed his hands in the Med-bay sink. The eldest quickly and quietly followed, washing his hands as well before drying them.

And…remember the silence?

The shell crushing berating silence that he couldn’t stand for more than 0.1 seconds…?

…Well, it was gone now…

But it was replaced with comfort. And quite personally that was way better than just straight up awkwardness… 

Leonardo put on a comfy hoodie as his sibling did the same, the both of them ready for the movie night about to unfold but…not quite ready.

If that made sense. 

“Awkward sibling hug?” The russet eyed teen said as he stretched his arms out, causing his sibling to chuckle, rolling his eyes.

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” The sapphire eyed mutant laughed fondly. “I was making a reference!” Donatello exclaimed as he pouted slightly. “Just come here!” 

The shorter turtle just fondly rolled his eyes once more, embracing his younger brother. Donatello gave the other a comforting kiss on the cheek, causing the blue cladded teenager to stifle a small giggle. 

“JESUS! Dohon!” The older one shouted, hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder before letting out a small snort, “Noho Dohon whyhy…?” 

“Because I love you? Duh.” The other laughed, holding his sibling against his plastron tighter as his free hand danced around the leader’s sides. 

“Ihi knohow thahat!” Leo squealed, “Yohou don’t need to fuhucking kihihiss me to show IHIHAT! SNRT NONOHOH WAHAIT!!” He cried as his brother pinched up and down his ribs like a harp. “IHI CAHAN’T!!”

“IIIiIIiI cAaAaaan’t..” The young genius teased. 

The leader’s face turned the lightest of pink, shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed, “DOHON’T MIHIHIMICK SNRT MEEHEE!” He demanded. 

“Been there, done that.” The other shrugged casually, giving small kisses in the crook of the smaller’s neck, causing the smaller in question giggle’s to raise a million octaves. 

“EHEHEHEW!!!” Leonardo complained through cackles, “SCREHEHEW AHAFF!!”

“Notice how you’re still in the hug though.” Donnie commented, stopping and giving the other a quick squeeze before letting him go.

“Shuhut snrt up…” The sapphire eyed mutant huffed, almost jumping out of his shell as the second youngest poked him one more time before opening his phone notifications. 

Text from 'RAPH-A-HELL', 2 minutes ago:

'WHAT IS TAKING YOU GUYS SO DAMN SO LONG DID LEO LOSE A LIMB OR SOME SHIT???!!??}{{>'

Donnie sighed as he texted his older brother back, sighing louder as his other older brother peered over his shoulder to see who he was texting. 

Nosy ass…

'We’ll be right there, Raphie 😗'

'YOU SAID THAT AN HUPOUR AD FITENN MINUTES AGO 😡😡😡😡😡🥺'

'*😡!!!!'

Leo quickly snatched the phone from Donnie’s grip, quickly typing something before handing it back. 

'Yeah yeah Mr. Cranky we’re coming 🤡🤡🤡🤡👺👺👺🤑🤑🤠👹👿😈👾💩👻'

Donnie held back a snicker as he looked at the text, putting his phone in his pocket as Leo grinned in satisfaction. “Lemme guess…” Leonardo hummed, “He left us on read.”

“Can you blame him? Those emojis you put looks like they came straight from hell…” The taller remarked as they walked out of the Med-bay, heading to the living room.

OHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!! 🥰🥰🥰

*sees requests are open for ROTTMNT*

I understand the assignment.

May I suggest lee Leo with a ler Raph-?? I love this duo.

Of course!!!!

Just a heads up to everyone too! I'm going to be deactivating (I'm not sure for how long/if it's permanent yet) soon, so save whatever you want saved!!!! 🫶💙✨

A Concert

Raph wants a bit of payback on Leo.

What batter was to get it than with an amazing concert, of course!?

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Raph❤️

“What happened to Raph's protein powder?” Raph called out, searching through cabinets and frowning.

“I think Leo took it,” Mikey piped up from where he was searching in the fridge for baking ingredients, “Said something about being able to eat it dry?”

“That dummy,” Raph grumbled, irritated and storming out of the kitchen to find his menace of a brother.

“Leo!”

“What!?” Leo called, Raph soon finding him in the arcade room, chilling on a beanbag and playing with a handheld.

“Did you eat Raph's protein powder?”

“Nooo, I bet Mikey needed it in a recipe,” Leo said slowly, sighing when he died in the game and tossing it aside, “Besides, it's fine. Most of that stuff has sugar in it anyway,”

Raph gave Leo a sugary sweet smile, “You have ten seconds to run.”

Leo was up in a flash, bolting out of the room and scrambling to find a hiding place as Raph counted down. He panicked, giddy dread filling him and finally dove underneath Raph's bed.

A bit of time passed, and he heard Raph calling for him, making taunts and threats as he searched. Raph never even went in his room, probably thinking Leo wouldn't have gone somewhere so obvious.

And then…….a betrayal.......

“Hey, have you seen Leo?” Raph's voice was slightly muffled but still audible.

“Nardo? No I haven't, why?”

“He stole some of Raph's stuff and I'm getting him back,’

“Ah, in that case,” A beat of silence, “He is currently hiding underneath your bed.”

“YOU SNITCH!” Leo screeched, trying to scramble out as he heard running footsteps getting louder.

He'd just managed to move out from underneath the bed as Raph came flying in, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Hi Leo,” Raph greeted with a wicked grin.

“H-hey Raph,” Leo squeaked out, moving back nervously.

“Aw, no need to be so scared,” Raph promised, “Raph's just here to practice an instrument,”

“A what?” Leo asked, confused and hesitating because of it.

His biggest mistake.

Raph dove forward and grabbed him, throwing him over his shoulder and sitting on the bed with a triumphant grin.

Leo made a ton of panicked and giggly threats as Raph grabbed his wrists, holding his arms above his head and wrangling his legs to be trapped under one of his.

“Rahahaph, we can talk about this!” Leo begged, giggling already as he tried to break out of Raph's hold.

“Shh, I need to focus to play,” Raph said with a wicked grin, one hand raising above Leos exposed side and wriggling his fingers menacingly.

“Noho!” Leo screeched as he realized what was about to happen, “Dohon’t do thihihis!”

“Shhh! You're gonna interrupt it! I gotta tune my instrument,” Raph said, evil grinning.

Leo screeched as Raph started prodding at his ribs, squirming around as much as he could in Raph's hold.

“RaHAHAaph!” Leo screamed, squirming, “DohOHOn’T!”

“Hmmmmmmmm, that's not the right note,” Raph smirked, prodding lower on Leo's ribs and grinning when Leo squealed, “Maybe I should count all the keys on this piano!”

“NOHOHO!” Leo squealed, “NAHaHAHAT thaHAHAT!”

“Leo! I need to listen for the notes!” Roah said with a giggle, poking at Leo's ribs and hearing him squeal, “That's the first key, and the seeecoooond. And the thiiiiiird,”

“RAHahAHAhaPH!” Leo squealed as Raph continued his torturous count, his squeals getting louder and higher pitched the closer Raph got to his lower ribs.

“All the keys are there,” Raph nodded, continuously prodding at Leo's bottom rib, making him squirm violently and screech with laughter, “But hmmm, this one seems off!”

“RAHAHAHPHIE!” Leo squealed, eyes squeezed shut as he cackled and squirmed, “NOHO- SNRK MOhoHORE PIAHAHANOHO!”

Raph grinned, “You're right! I can always play the guitar instead!”

“Wahahaihit! Leo screamed, squirming as Raph wiggled his fingers above his tummy, smirking widely as Leo squirmed and tried sucking his stomach in as much as possible with his plastron, “WAIT!”

“Here we go!” Raph exclaimed, shooting his hand down and tickling all over Leo's tummy.

“EEEHAHA!” Leo shrieked, squirming about and twisting and turning as much as he could in Raph's hold, “RAHAHAPH!”

“What a wonderful tune this guitar makes!” Raph giggled, his tickly fingers dancing all over Leo's tummy, “I could listen to it all day~!”

“NAHAHOO!” Leo squealed, “RAHAhaHAPH! PLEHE- EEEK!”

“Listen to that!” Raph giggled, skittering his fingers all over Leo's belly and grinning at the cackles he got, “Piano solo!”

“AHA- STAHAHAP!” Leo squealed as Raph prodded at his ribs and then squealed when he switched back to tickling his tummy, “RAHAHAHPHIE!”

“It's a concert, Leo!” Raph laughed, “There's more than one instrument there!”

“NAHAHOHOHO!” Leo gave a helpless shriek of laughter as Raph tickled his tummy.

“Let's see, guitar or piano?” Raph asked with an evil grin, stopping the tickling as Leo giggled.

“Whahahat?” Leo giggled, squirming slightly from the phantom tickles.

“Piano or guitar?” Raph repeated his question with an evil grin.

“Wahaihit!” Leo exclaimed, “Neheheither!”

“Pick one!” Raph demanded with a small laugh of his own, wiggling his fingers above Leo's thigh, “Or else~!”

“P-piahano,” Leo stammered through giggles, face flushing a bright red as he squirmed a bit when Raph held his hand above his side again.

“Are you suuuure~?” Raph teased with a smirk, grinning wider when Leo's face flushed and he glared.

“Okay!” Raph said with a laugh, “Staring the concert in threeeeeeeeeee,”

“Juhust gehet it ohohover with!” Leo exclaimed, trying to squirm away from Raph's wiggling fingers that were slowl moving closer to his side.

“Twoooooo- NOW!” Raph exclaimed, tasering Leo in the side and earning a loud shriek of laughter which quickly delved into loud cackles and frantic squirming.

“EEEHA- RAHAHAHPHIE! I CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEAAHAH!” Leo squealed, squirming violently and thrashing in Raph's hold, “HEHEHELP!”

Raph grinned, tasering Leo in the ribs one last time and earning a shriek before he let go of Leo and tugged him into his lap.

He planted a kiss on top of his giggling little brother's head, “Wasn't that concert awesome?”

“Noho! It wahasn't!” Leo giggly grumbled, still squirming slightly from the phantom tingling and tickles.

Raph rubbed his sides, trying to abate the feeling, but got a loud squeal in response.

“NAHA!” Leo squealed, gripping Raph's wrists, “RahahHAPH!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Raph apologized with a Raph, letting Leo on the head instead and grinning, “You're just too ticklish!”

“Don't sahay it!” Leo shrieked, making Raph grin.

✨✨🫶💙🫶💙🫶💙🫶💙🫶💙✨✨

RAHHH LET'S GO!! SHELLDONNN!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Heya! I loved the fic you wrote! If you have time, can you please write a Lee!Donnie fic? No pressure or anything! I know that good stories take time to write.

(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) So I kinda disappeared for like over a month-- well I'm back!!!! It's a Christmas miracle, obviously!!!! (Life comes at you fast :,3) ANYWAY! I had this idea and remembered it fit your request, hope you like it!!! ✨✨💙🫶🫶

As always!🫶 T-cest DNI! That is DISGUSTING. GET OUT.

Teamwork makes the dream work! Or at least the Shelldon go away

Trying to rewrite Shelldon's AI while horribly sleep deprived and a bit confused was maybe not Donnie’s best idea…but at least Leo is here to help him out now, right!?

Who is he kidding? They're screwed.

Lee: Donnie💜 and Leo💙

Ler: Shelldon💜🐢

“Stop moving so much, Shelldon!” Donnie scolded with a yawn, holding the robot down again as he scrolled through lines and lines of code.

“Sorry, brah, what's this for again?” Shelldon asked with an impatient sigh.

“I noticed you seem upset when you can't be tickled like the rest of the dumb-dumbs,” Donnie yawned, “So I'm making it so you can be,”

“Oh,” Shelldon blinked, “Cool, dude! Totally rad to be more like the others!”

“Yes,” Donnie said tiredly, clicking a line and changing the script in it, going down and changing things to work while Shelldon whined and complained.

“How much longer!” Shelldon whined, looking close to flying off.

“Just this last bit, annnnd, done,” Donnie sighed, pressing enter and closing out, “Well?”

“Thanks dude!” Shelldon cheered, flying in the air in a circle and grinning in his little robot turtle way.

“Yes I am incredibly genius and talented,” Donnie said, waving him off, “Now I have work to- EEP!”

He jumped a mile as one of Shelldon's robotic hands appeared from his shell, reaching out to poke Donnie in the side.

“Shelldon? What the heck!?” Donnie scolded, moving away with a huff.

“I dunno dude, this is totes weird!” Shelldon exclaimed, even he looked confused, “I just feel like I gotta tickle you!”

“Huh?” Donnie looked confused, tired eyes staring at Shelldon, “Wait? Did I reverse the purpose of the script!?”

“I dunno dude,” Shelldon said, a mischievous smirk forming on his face as he inched closer to Donnie.

“Shelldon. Don't you dare. I will ground you for the rest of your life!” Donnie said threateningly, slowly backing away and nearly giggling as he did.

“Well dude, y'know what they say,” Shelldon said, smirking evilly, “Cowabummer.”

With that he darted forward, quickly scooping Donnie's wrists in the metal tendrils that came from his shell.

“Shehehelldon!” Donnie giggled, kicking at the robot best he could, “Don't you eeheven think-!”

Before he could make any giggly threats, robotic hands shot out and started kneading into his ribs.

Donnie shrieked, squirming about and giggling as he did, kicking at Shelldon was grinning down at him in the air.

“SheHEHEllDOHOn!” Donnie cackled, “AHA-! StAHAhaAP!”

“Nah, I'm good bro,” Shelldon teased with a mean grin, sending a hand down to tickle at Donnie's underarms, forcing his laughter up an octave.

“SHEHEHELLDON!” Donnie cackled, squirming as his eyes were squeezed shut, “PLEHEHEEASE! STAHAHAP!”

“YOHOHOUR’E SOHO GROUNDEHEHEHEHAHAHA!” Donnie screamed, thrashing violently as hand mercilessly scratched at his underarms and the ones on his ribs switched to his hips, “AHAHA! NOHOHO!”

“Yehehes,” Shelldon mocked with a grin, nearly giggling himself. He never got to see Donnie laugh so much cause of him! It was amazing! Not to mention it was making him feel so calm and warm and fuzzy!

“HAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled as he squirming, face red as he laughed and thrashed.

There was a quiet humming sound, making Shelldon slow his tickle assault slightly, leaving Donnie giggling but not loudly cackling like before.

“Hey hermano,” Leo's voice rang out, a faint blue light disappearing, “I somehow locked myself outta my phone and-”

He rounded the pile of stuff blocking his view, taking in the sight. He blinked, taking a small step back, “Uh, got places to be, bye!”

Leo turned to run, but yelped as metal circled his ankle and yanked him back, another bit yanking his sword away, “NO-!”

“Dee, what is happening!?” Leo exclaimed as Shelldon grabbed his arms with a metal tendril, holding his arms above his head like Donnie’s were.

“Shelldon has apparently gone mad with tickle power,” Donnie said through residual giggles.

“What!?” Leo screeched, turning to Shelldon, “Don't do this dude! I'll let you race in the lair for however long you want.”

“Sorry, ‘uncle’ Leo,” Shelldon said evilly, “But I like this more than racing!”

Leo squealed with laughter as a hand met his side, “WAHAHIT!”

“SHEHELDOHOHON! DOHOHN'T STAHAHART AGAIN!” Donnie squealed as a hand met his tummy.

“Is your tummy ticklish too, Leo?” Shelldon teased, a hand moving there and skittering it's fingers.

Leo screeched, kicking his legs and thrashing, “DAHAHANIE! HEHEHELP ME-HAHAHAHA!”

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Donnie screeched as Shelldon tickled his tummy mercilessly, “SHELLDON! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEEASE!”

“MAHAHAKE HIM STAHAHAP- NAHAHAT THERE!” Leo screeched as a hand clamped on his thigh and lightly squeezed, making him throw his head back in hysterics as he screeched.

“SHEHELL- AHAHAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled, squirming violently, as Shelldon only cooed and started tickling at his tummy more, “NOHOHO MOHOORE!”

“HOW DOHO WE MAHAKE HIM- AHAHAHA STAHAP!?” Leo squealed, kicking at Shelldon, who narrowly dodged.

The twins eyes met, and they knew they had a plan. Well, sorta.

Right as they both reared back to kick, Shelldon squeezed Leo's thigh and sent him doubling over with a screechy cackle. And then he started skittering fingers along the crooks of Donnie's neck, making him throw his head back with a loud snort that burst into bubbly cackles.

“NO- SNRK, NOHOW NAHAHARDO!” Donnie screeched, kicking at Shelldon as Leo did the same.

They managed to hit the robot, he spun out and forced him to let go, allowing the two to slump to the floor in a flurry of giggles from the phantom sensation.

“Yohou, are soho dead,” Donnie threatened in a flurry of giggles as Shelldon shot off to hide.

Got some more asks to answer, so those should be out soon!!! 🫶🫶💙💙💙💙🫶🫶💙💙🫶🫶✨✨✨

Tags: @sunsetsandsunshine @rice-cake-teen10 @smiley-star @savemeafruitjuice

~Rocket Ship End Time~

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Leo was bored. And when the red eared slider IS bored, EVERYONE will know. Until he remembers something.

"Oh Doooooooon Trooooon..."

So of course, he goes to bother his twin.

"Ugh, audible groan. What is it, Leon?"

The blue-cladded turtle pokes his head over his twins shoulder.

"Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho! Dude! Your actually fixing the rocket ship!! Will it actually fly?"

Sigh. "No, 'Nardo, it will not fly. Maybe. Now stop bothering."

Leo slithers out the room to Raph's. "HEY RAAAAAPH! My rocket ship is almost ready!"

The eldest turtle looks up. "Rocket ship? What rocket?"

Leo smirks. "The first one."

Raph gets a face of annoyance. Leo was an absolute MENACE with that thing.

"W-what!?!? F-fixed!? Dangit, why!?"

Leo smirks. "I'ma go share the AWESOME news with Mikester." He flips his bandana tail and backflips out the room, the show off he is.

Mikey was in the living room, painting. Leo leaps in the room, knocking the canvas down.

"LEO!! I WAS WORKING ON THAT!"

Leo winces. "Relax, hermano! I have amazi-"

Mikey interrupts. "Yeah yeah, the rocket ship. Donnie already texted me. Your always so annoying with that thing!"

How dare Mikey!? Call his brother "annoying"... when he was absolutely aggravating with it.

"HEY, NARDO! READY."

Leo runs up into Donnie's lab, yanking the finished product. "Ooh... is this... JET BOOSTERS!"

"Yes yes, just don't fly it off in the lab-"

BOOM. It flies and bonks Donnie upside the head. "OW- NARDO!"

Leo becomes an absolute nuisance. Running around, hitting people with it, infodumping, and being just an absolute pain.

Blah blah blah blah blah. Raph gets annoyed. He grabs Leo by the arm and pins him down, finally had enough.

"H-hey! L-let me go!"

"That ain't happening. You've been a pain, Leon."

Donnie, scrolling on his phone, looks up at the two. "And what, may I ask, is going on here?"

"Leo's being a brat, so we're gonna teach him a lesson."

Mikey pops in from behind. "Gladly."

"G-guhuys? What are you planning??"

Raph places his hand on Leo's sides. Donnie sits at his ankles. Mikey at his arms.

"Guys, look, I'm sor- Hehehey!"

Raph starts gliding his fingers across his younger brothers sides. Right on cue, Donnie puts on his feet in an arm lock and starts doing the same. Mikey flops his hands right up to his underarms, tickling madly.

"W-WAIHIT! G-GUHUYS, STAHAP IT!!" He bursts into laughter loudly.

"I dunno. You sure were being quite a big pain with that rocket ship." Raph says teasingly.

"G-GUHUHUYS! S-SHIHIHIT!! P-PLEHEASE, STAHAHAP IT!"

"Ooh, cursing us out now, huh? Baaaad choice, Leon." Donnie says, using his Battle Shell's metal extensions to tickle both his heels.

"D-DAHAHAMMIT, DAHAHANNIE! NOHO! NOHOT THERE!"

Raph starts attacking his stomach, as Mikey moves to the ribs.

"GUHUYS, COHOME ON hic PLEHEHEHASE!! I-IHIM SOHORRY!"

The three all let him go, as he collapses into Raph's lap.

"You guys... are... plain evil... incarnate..."

"Ah yes. Payback is the sweetest dish to make." Donnie smirks, as Leo groans.

"But guys... ROCKET SHIP FLYY!"

The rocket flies up, hitting all 3 of the brothers heads.

"DAMN- Really Leo!? Again!?" Raph rubs his head.

"Uh... see ya later!" He runs, the other 3 sighing and walking after him.

Siblings.

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~Rocket Ship Prequels~

Tags: @sunsetsandsunshine @savemeafruitjuice @smiley-star @rice-cake-teen10

Summary: Leo was obsessed with a rocket ship toy Splinter got him. But.. whatever happened to it? Donnie may know. This takes place when the turtles are young. Raph is 6, Donnie and Leo 5, and Mikey 4.

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(Date is July 25. Don't know if that's Leo's actual birthday, but it may or may not be mine.)

"Whoa! A video game! Lou Jitsu!? Thanks Raph! And a basketball hoop? Awesome, Mikey! And a... UNICORN ONESIE!? Your great, 'Tello!"

The blue-cladded 5 year-old thanks all of them. He makes it to the final present. "Hmm.. from Dad!"

Opening it, is a rocket ship with light-up effects.

"Well? Ya like it?" Raph asks.

"You better. That's a lot of money we spent from chores." Donnie mutters.

Leo yells. "I KNEW IT! Does it really fly like in the commercial!?"

Splinter explains. "Well no, but you can make it."

The SECOND he finishes, Leo THROWS it across the room. Not wanting it to break, Donnie jumps and grabs it.

"You idiot! If we could make stuff fly away by throwing it, I would've thrown you 5 years ago!" (G-get it? C-cause he's f-five here and... yeah I'll shut up now.)

"It'll fly... I just know it!"

Those words.

Later, when Leo goes to bed, Donnie doesn't. He sneaks into Leo's room, grabbing the rocket ship. He heads back to his lab.

"Oh it'll fly alright..."

The light flips right on. "What are you doing?" Raph's voice.

He's screwed. "N-nothing! I... fine. Leo's been less annoying, so I was gonna see if I could make his rocket ACTUALLY fly."

Raph's heart melts. "Aww... that's adorable! Just don't explode it."

Donnie works on it for a while. "Alright. This should be it... aaaand... go!" The rocket flies up, but it explodes into teeny pieces.

"NOO! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT... LEO'S GONNA BE DEPRESSED!"

The next day.

"Hey Einstein! Have ya seen my rocket?"

The softshell stammers. "W-what rocket? OH! T-that rocket? I-IHI UH... Leo... it broke. I-I accidentally broke it... AAAAAFTER A BEAR IN THE WOODS BROKE IT IN HALF!"

Gullible little Leo believes it. "NO WAY! C-can you fix it?"

"W-well no but... aw man... Leo, you can't seriously be crying."

Indeed he was. He was gonna explode.

"G-gone?" The tears fall.

"Leo, I- awman- come here."

The twins hug. Donnie nuzzles his head into Leo's neck INTENDED for comfort, but instead gets a bunch of giggles.

"H-hehey! Stahap!"

Donnie pauses. "... 'Nardo, what the- OOOOOHOHOHOHO..."

The scientist makes quick work, mercilessly attacking his ribs.

"N-NAHAHAO! NOHO! S-STAHAHAP, NEHERD!"

Donnie teases him. "Really? Iiiii don't see a reason too. Unless your too ticklish to handle it."

Says the second most ticklish turtle, cough cough.

"NO-NO IHIHIM NAHAT- STAHAHAP! NOHOT THEHEHRE!"

Too late. Donnie has already started tickling his stomach.

"Why's that? Cause you can't haaandle it?"

Putting his mouth on, he blows a big ol' raspberry on the blue-cladded turtles stomach, earning loud shrieks and cackles.

"O-OHOKAY! IHI GIHIVE UHUUUP!"

Donnie lets him go. "But don't worry 'Nardo, I'll fix it soon."

Many years later..

"NARDO. COME HERE!" Yells the softshell.

Leo comes in, arms crossed. "Whaaaat?"

Donnie lowers his goggles. "Your rocket is finally on it's way to being fixed. I'm almost done with repairs."

Leo raises an eyebrow. "Don Tron, it's a children's toy. Haha, whys it taking so long?"

"...dont ask questions."

"...alright. pizza?"

FINISHED!! Now. Fic after this ends the rocket ship saga, lol.

Heres how it's been going- Leo got it for his b-day, Don broke it trying to upgrade, Leo got upset, Don cheered him, worked many years later aaand its almost done, which is why Leo kept pestering him.

Fic order for ROTTMNT so far-

This one, "Rocket Ship Prequels"

Next- "Stop Touching My Stuff!"

And finally, "You gotta take a break!"

And tomorrow we get "Its Finally Ready, Calm Down"

Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Magic

TW!: CUSSING!

Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)

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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.

He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where- you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.

"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"

Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know.."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"

You see, Mikey had been talking with Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things, and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box-turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along, very much against his will.

Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger and timidly walking in. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly-dressed people.

The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned to greet him with a smile, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.

"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"

"You! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"

The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. Immediately after, she darted away- probably to warn the town of the intruder.

Donnie screeched as a zap was sent right at him, jumping away. A bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.

A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder tried to figure out what was done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.

"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and Donnie was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Donnie! What is going on?!"

Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.

"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad teenager went to grab the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.

The sensation was getting worse, like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.

The softshell wasn't standing for long, though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.

Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.

Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those stupid witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.

An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing, and Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, now laced with fear for his safety. The tickle swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.

Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"

Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, he cracked into a smile, eyes squeezed shut.

The youngest thought it could be a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?

"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"

Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"

The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip, landing flat on his butt.

The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"

At first, thinking his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. He leaned forward to look at his brother, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.

Wait.. What?

"Dee, you aren't being hurt, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. He felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.

"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"

Donnie hiccuped, seemingly trying to formulate a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"

An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!

"Fuhuhuck.. hic! hic! ShihIHITSHITSHIIIT! NOHO!-"

The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle-shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.

"NOHOT- hic! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- hic! HELP MEHEE!"

Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"

Donnie lurched forwards, attempting to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"

"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"

A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."

"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- hic! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHER GUARDS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH!"

"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."

There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked at his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point. From his neck, to his hips, even along the sides of his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.

"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!

The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, bucking and squirming.

"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which.. there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, apart from his brother's screaming.

"They want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm- how about I get you out of here?"

At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting as soon as he touched him.

Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle-shell in the other arm, thankful for having mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..

"HAHAH- hic! hic! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE-HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.

"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a turtle.

A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."

As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist brought his knees to his chest, hiding his head in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.

"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"

Donnie nodded, getting a hum from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."

Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."

The softshell lifted his head, blearly eyes meeting his brother's.

"I can live with that.. Trust me.."

~ 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎… ~

❤️👻💜👻🧡👻❤️👻💜👻🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟹: 𝙲𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟺𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 👁️👄👁️…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Are we there yet?” Mikey whined loudly. 

“Uh…no?” His immediate older brother said, sighing impatiently. 

“…Are we there yet now?” Mikey whined louder. 

“No, Mike.” Donnie huffed through his palm as he rested his cheek on his hand, effortlessly playing his Nintendo Switch as he started to drown out his younger brother’s consistent complaining and restlessness. 

Which…you would think he got used to by now. 

The orange cladded turtle let out a short grunt loudly and dramatically, dragging his hands down his face, “Are we there yet now—?”

“Mikey, I swear to God if you ask that question one more damn time I will not hesitate to open the car door and throw you into ongoing traffic.” Raph growled lowly at the youngest. 

“Boys…be nice to each other, please…” Splinter exclaimed from the front seat as he drove. 

“But Dad! Mikey’s being annoying!” The tallest turtle moaned and groaned as he sunk in the middle seat.

“When is he not?” Donatello mumbled under his breath. 

“Boys…” The rat said warningly. 

“…Sorry, Dad…” The teenager’s grumbled collectively as they glared at one another. 

The rodent father sighed, plugging his phone into the car unit as he stopped on a red light. “…Why don’t we listen to some Podcasts on the radio?” He offered, trying to find something that his boys would enjoy that didn’t involve ripping each of their tails off.

“Yohou listen to podcasts?” The purple banded teenager exclaimed curiously as he took off his headphones. 

“Of course!” Splinter announced proudly, “I’ve been listening to this one that Spy-itify recommended me…it’s really good and well thought out!”

“It’s…It’s…'Spotify', Dad…” The hazelnut eyed teen corrected. 

“That’s what I said; 'Spy-itify'.” The father said simply, causing Raph to facepalm and stuff his face right back into his phone.

“What’s the podcast about?” Michelangelo asked as he leaned his head on the closed window as Splinter started to drive again once more.  

“It’s about this man talking about nature…it’s extremely interesting; I think you three will enjoy it.” The charcoal eyed rat explained. 

“Huh…sounds cool enough.” Donnie snickered, “What’s the guy’s name? Like, the one who mainly talks in the podcast and stuff.”

“Zach Green.” The rat said. 

“He sounds like a drug dealer…” Raphael mumbled under his breath, earning some small snickers from his younger brother’s as their Dad started to play the podcast in the vehicle. 

A guy, most likely 'Zach Green', started singing as there was a ukulele playing in the background…

…And he sang…

…And sang…

…And. SANG.

And the three teenager’s wouldn’t have minded if the dude sounded…y'know, good! 

But he didn’t sound good. 

At all. 

“Grass is green~! The green is the grass~! The grass is the green and the green itself is greeeen~!” The speaker’s sung as the three teenagers collectively sighed as the Podcast continued to play amongst them. 

“…How about we play 'I spy' instead of listening to Shaggy get high?” Mikey suggested as his Dad hummed along to the tune…

Poor soul probably knew this song from heart…

“Anything but this.” Donnie agreed. 

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.” The second oldest murmured, crossing his arms as he looked at the youngest expectantly, “Well? You gonna say 'I spy' or what?”

“Let a guy think for a moment!” Mikey shrieked, “Okay, okay, okay…I spy with my little eye—”

“—More like pink eye.” The turtle with glasses giggled under his breath, trying to cover it as a cough as he saw his younger brother side-eyeing him. “Y'know, Dee…we could really go.” The orange banded teenager glared.

“Bet. Catch me outside. 3:30 on the dot.” The purple cladded mutant threatened. 

“Bet.” The youngest repeated. 

Donatello raised an unamused brow, “I already said 'bet' you phrase snatcher!” 

“You don’t own the word 'bet', you four-eyed freak!”

“God— 'BET' YOURSELVES!” Raphael snapped, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “I swear to literally anything and everything holy I am completely envying the fact that Leo doesn’t have to suffer in this freaking hell-hole with me.”

The second oldest leaned forward and tapped his Dad’s shoulder, “Speaking of which…how come Leo got to study with April while I—”

“We.” Donnie corrected swiftly. 

“—I had to stay with these two excuses for mutants, Dad?” Raphael continued, frowning deeper as his Dad became unresponsive and became completely entranced by the radio, “Dad? Dad? Dad? Daddy? Father? Dad— aaaaand you have your 'I’m locked in to this music' face…gotchu...” The tallest turtle huffed as he sat back down in the middle seat.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” The youngest huffed, “I spy something…grey/gray.”

“Grey/Gray? Grey/Gray as in ashy? Ashy as in you?” Donnie smirked, his smirk turning to a smug grin as the orange banded teen glared back at him with a mix of disdain and pure disgust.  

“Donnie, I swear—”

“Is it the car seat?” Raph muttered, dying in complete humiliation about the fact that this was his onlysource of entertainment. 

Michelangelo shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the seat, “Nope. Try again.” 

“Is it…Dad’s fur?” The turtle with glasses guessed.

“Nooooooope!” The smallest mutant dragged out, sticking his tongue out at the second youngest causing Raph to just sigh, slumping in the chair further.

This car ride was going to be his 13 Reasons Why…

“Okay…seriously, though. Raph-Taff, what’s up?” Mikey asked carefully, looking over his older brother’s stiff and utterly overall unhappy demeanor. 

The second oldest just grunted, glancing away and his frown drooping as he locked eyes with his immediate younger brother, “You can tell us anything.” Donnie assured.

“Well…not everything. Almost everything. Semi-everything.” The genius clarified, “Buuuut you get the point…”

“No, no Ihi really really dohon’t...” The red banded teen grimaced. 

“What Egghead Humpty Dumpty is trying to say is that you can tell us what’s bothering you. You haven’t been your usual…let’s just say 'Sarcastic Sappy Self'.” The hazel eyed teen confirmed, biting back a chuckle as he saw his purple themed brother gasp in offense. 

“I just needa get out of here…” Raphael emphasized, rubbing his temples like he’s seen centuries worth of knowledge, “School was rough. School is annoying. Kids are annoying. Y'all are annoying— no offense.”

“None taken.” The two youngest said in sync.

“And I just need to distress…” Said the older turtle, going on his phone only to be met with a completely pitch black screen, “And my phone is dead. Yip dee doo da fuckin' day…” He cursed. 

Mikey rubbed his chin in thought, leaning on the inside door hand rest, “I have an idea for that, actually. Just trust me.”

“'I have an idea' and 'just trust me'…two words I never want to hear come out of your mouth ever again.” Donatello insisted almost immediatelty. 

“Shut up.” The smallest mutant exclaimed to his immediate older brother, inhaling and exhaling loudly before continuing, “Okay…so I spy with my little eye—“

“Seriously?” The elder mutant deadpanned. 

“Trust me, I said!!!” The younger shouted once more to try and get his point across, “I spy something…black.” 

“…Black?” The second youngest asked, tilting his head. 

“Black.” Mikey confirmed.

“Ohooo…black.” Donatello snapped his fingers, nodding as he relaxed in his seat. 

“Black!” Michelangelo beamed as Raphael looked around in confusion, wondering if his younger brother’s were going to elaborate on this whole 'black' nonsense or if they were just going to communicate via gibberish. 

The red banded teen scratched his head in confusion, “…What is happening…?”

The youngest gave his red cladded older brother a knowing look, causing the red cladded mutant in question to just simply sigh longly, “Right riiiight…trust. I got it…”

“Uhhh…” Raphael hummed, looking around the car for something…well, black; as his little brother’s so veeeeery clearly stated. 

The chocolate eyed teen raised an uncertain eye ridge, pointing at his own black sweatshirt that he was wearing. 

The purple and orange duo nodded, “See? Black!” Donnie grinned, poking his older brother’s sides and causing his older brother in question to shriek loudly and try to cover his middles, wiggling his way over more to Michelangelo. 

Whiiiiiich…was a first. 

“Yeah! Black!” The smallest mutant smirked cheeringly, prodding the other side of the black sweatshirt wearing boy, “You got it?”

“Ihihi gohohot ihihat I-Ihi gahat ihat!!” Raph said immiediatley, kicking his legs on the car floor as he pushed on the other two’s shoulder’s. “Ehhhhh…I don’t think you do…” The young genius teased lightly. 

“Dohon’t a-act smahart with me yohou l-lihittle shIHIT NO!! Mihikey nonononohoh!” He said as he saw Mikey wiggling his fingers near his neck, causing him to try and hide his face in Donnie’s shoulder, swatting the youngest away. 

“D'aww~! Hey, big bro! Need a hug~?” The scientist said innocently, wrapping the taller in a hug as the shortest of the three skittered and scratched the red banded mutant’s shell lightly; almost barelytouching it. 

The red banded mutant in question wheezed loudly, banging his fists on the car seat whilst his legs stomped up and down, “Wohohoah! Mr. Deflating Balloon Man— yohou okay?” Mikey teased, making sure to trace the patterns on his elder brother’s shell in a very veeeery mean manner. 

“Are you boys alright back there?” Splinter asked, getting out of his trance as the podcast soon and finally ended. 

“We’re fine!” Donnie beamed, wiggling his fingers into the crooks of the chocolate eyed teen’s neck right beside him, “Right, Raph?”

Raph squealed loudly with laughter, not answering.

Well…not answering in word form, perhaps.

The Father rolled his eyes fondly at his son's, looking away from the rearview mirror and focusing back on the road. 

“See!? He agrees.” The youngest beamed, “We’re perfectly fine and dandy, Dadio.”

“'Fine and dandy?'” Donnie repeated in amusement, causing the orange banded teen to almost laugh as loudly as Raph currently was.

Key word: Almost. 

“Fine and dandy.” Michelangelo confirmed, kneading his hot-headed brother’s hips and sides as the taller leaped like a drunk frog, “STAHAHOP!! HIC LEHEHET HIC HIC GOHOHOH!!!” 

“People are gonna think we’re beating you up or something by the way you’re squirming, bud.” The purple banded turtle joked, letting go of the taller teenager as the smaller teenager spidered his fingers all over his tummy.

“MIHIHIHIKEY!!!” The older wailed, pushing the other’s hands away as they slowly but surely stopped. 

The two youngest’s giggled, fist bumping each other for successfully turning Raph’s frown upside down. 

Splinter drove into the O’Neil’s driveway as Leo walked out of the front door to the apartment, waving his goodbyes to April as he got into the car. 

The eldest sat in the front seat, buckling up as their Dad drove to their home.

The blue banded teenager let out a small snort, looking towards the back to see his immediate younger brother’s face the exact same shade as his own bandana, “Jeeheez..whahat dihid I miss?” 

“I daha— hic don’t wanna tahalk ahabohout it…” Raph grumbled, his beet red blush deepening on his face as Donnie and Mikey snickered slightly, giving each other one last fist bump of victory. 

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

Leeeeooooos

~ 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. ~

💙👻🩵👻💙👻🩵

(𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚝 𝙶𝚋𝚘𝚢𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝙰𝚛𝚝)

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟸: 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟷𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕…𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 (𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜) 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘…𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 ☺️🫶🏾!!

𝙸.𝙸. (𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾): 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢😙🩷🙌🏾˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Yeesh…you have a deeper Raph chasm than Raph himself…” The red eared slider lightly joked as he caught a glimpse of his smaller counterpart. 

The younger counterpart in question didn’t even seem…remotely phased by the remark, looking over the city of NYC like it was going to be his last time doing so. 

But the smaller turtle felt like he was being slightly watched…(which, he in fact was) he then looked up and locked eyes with his older counterpart. “…Huh? W-Were you talking to me?”

“Nope. I was just talking to my imaginary friend Mr. Snoozle— of course I was talking to you.” Leon said sarcastically, raising an eye ridge at the other teen. 

Leo blushed slightly at the elder’s sarcasm, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry…I-I was spacing out…I do that a lot.”

“Yeah…no kidding. I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes and all I’ve gotten from you were six 'mhm’s', three 'yup’s' and seven 'dang that’s crazy's'.” The older one snorted, “If I didn’t know any better, it seems like you don’t wanna talk to me.”

“No! I-It’s not that!” The smaller turtle immediately protested, fiddling nervously with his fingers as he gazed at the streets of NYC once more. 

Which…was really the only thing he could do right at this moment. 

Besides…the city always looked so…pretty in the evenings. 

Well, if there wasn’t crime happening…

…Which was, like, a good 40-50% of the time but still.

“So…what is it, then? Why did you take me to a random rooftop in the smack middle of NY? 'Cuz, no offense…but I was having a nice first place winning streak in Fashion Famous before all of this.” The taller turtle said.

The honey brown teen raised a doubtful brow, “…You play Fashion Famous?”

“Psh…who doesn’t?” Leon scoffed, “But that’s a question worth discussing for another day…” He said as he leaned his shell against the rooftop guardrail as he looked up at the afternoon soon to turn to evening sky, “So tell me..what’s going on, dude?”

“…I…I needed to talk to you…” Leo mumbled. 

“I…can see that.” The elder giggled, “But, what did you wanna talk about?”

The younger fiddled with his fingers nervously again, picking at his thumb’s hang nail slightly as he avoided the other’s gaze entirely now, “…How…H-How do I become a good leader…?” 

Leon blinked in confusion, darting his eyes around the rooftop looking for someone else before letting out a humorless laugh, “Uhuh…whahahat?”

“I-I said…how do I become a good leader…?” Leo repeated, a bit quieter this time.

“…You’re asking me that?” The slider asked incrediously.

“Yes…!” Leo emphasized, getting off of the rail to look at the taller turtle, “How do I—”

“U-Uh…this is…flattering and all, b-but I reheally think you should talk to my Raph about…that.” The red eared slider interrupted, rubbing his arm anxiously and tensing up a bit as the other mutant looked at him with confusion and distraught.

“What? Why!?” Leo asked, getting up from the ledge to look fully at his older counterpart.

“Well, I’m not the oldest turtle in the family like you. I’m the second youngest. Raphalla has more experience, more wisdom and aaaaall that good stuff.” The lime green eyed turtle said as he grimaced awkwardly, picking at a hangnail as well.

Great minds think alike, I suppose…

The honey brown eyed mutant blinked, “I…so? Your still the leader of your team—“

“Welp…this conversation has been fun but I gotta go—”

“But—”

“I have a toooooon of stuff to do now that I think about it…”

“B-But I—”

“And besides, I’m sure your leadership skills aren’t as bad as you think they are—”

“PLEASE!!” The younger shouted as the older tried to leave, making the other flinch slightly at the sudden and random yell, “…Please. J-Just a small piece of advice! A-A hint…! Anything!” 

The taller mutant sighed inwardly, turning around as he crossed his arms— not in a malicious way…but it was really the only form of body langauge he could do at the moment other than picking more at his skin…

…Which, he promised Donnie he would try to stop doing…

“…Why do you want my input so bad…?” The lime green eyed teen asked, mentally cringing at how weak and fragile he sounded.

“I…I don’t know.” The younger mumbled quietly as he sat down against the ledge on the building, hugging his knees to his chest, “I just…figured you would know some stuff…”

“Some…stuff?” The other pressed.

Leo rolled his eyes, “You know what I’m taking about; being a good leader and all that shit!” 

“Pfft— HAH! Trust me, dude…I’m just as lost as you are with this whole 'being a good leader' thing.” Leon chuckled, sitting down next to his counterpart.

“…What are you talking about?” 

“I just became a leader, like…two-ish weeks ago? I dunno…the past weeks have been a complete blur.” The red eared slider explained, holding in an amused snort as he saw how genuinely shocked the other turtle was by his new lore drop. 

“My Raph was originally the leader of the team but after my family defeated the Shredder…my Dad was just all like: 'Blue, you’re the new leader now' and the rest was history…” 

“…Just like that?” The honey brown eyed teenager asked in pure surprise. 

“Just like that.” Leon confirmed. 

“Well, fuck me, then…” The smaller teen grumbled in defeat, burying his face in his knees as the other let out the amused snort he’s been holding in, “I’m good, thanks.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” The younger grumbled at the older’s immaturity. 

…He needs to make a mental note to himself to never let his own Mikey and Leon be in the same room with one another…

“I personally think you have nothing to worry about, though. You seem like you’re doing a pretty good job—” Leon tried to say. 

“But I’m not!” Leo exclaimed as he interrupted the older, mentally punching himself for making a loud outburst again, “I-I’m…not…”

“My brother’s don’t listen to me.” The smaller teen explained, his voice either demonstrating frustration or self-depreciation…

…Leon couldn’t tell.

“They always assume I want to be bossy or I want to be controlling but in reality I just wanna protect them!” The honey brown eyed turtle seethed, “I-I just want to be there for them a-and help!!! I knowthat we’re all the same age and I guess it seems like I’m babying them but I kinda have to because they aren’t responsible! They wouldn’t know responsibility if it walked up to them and punched them straight in the face!!”

The lime green eyed mutant rubbed his arm, tapping his fingers on his knees to try and calm himself down; getting overwhelmed was not a good look on him. 

Plus, it clashed with his autumn shade. 

“…Just, uh…trust yourself…?” The elder tried. 

“But I don’t!” The younger shouted, “I’ve tried and tried and tried to lead but they just. don’t. listen! I-I can’t lead people who don’t want to be lead!” 

“…Your Dad picked you to be the leader for a reason—”

“Well I don’t even know what that damn reason is! ” Leo seethed, burying his face into his arms, “My brother’s want Raph to lead…they don’t want…me. They want someone collective and strong and dependent as their leader; someone who they can be relient on…s-someone who they can trust…”

The smaller mutant let out a wet scoff, looking to the side of himself, “…I’m none of those things…” 

Almost on cue to the emotional moment, Leon slapped his younger counterpart upside on the head…hard. 

Leo let out a small squawk, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at the other. 

“What the freaking hell was that for?!” Leo seethed. 

“For saying a bunch of dumb shit!” The older seethed back, “Y'know that’s my job, right?” He said as he crossed his arms, glancing straight ahead as he saw the sun peeking out from behind a building….

…It was honestly giving the Attack on Titan intro and Leo wasn’t complaining one bit.

“Look…I’m not going to lie to you; being the leader isn’t easy.” The lime green eyed teen exclaimed knowingly. 

“Gee, I wonder what gave you that idea.” The other grumbled under his breath. 

“Just let me cook!”

“Well, right now you’re burning.”

Leon just rolled his eyes at the smaller’s sassy remark, continuing, “I get it, okay…? Being the leader is…challenging. Especially when you know the people your supposed to be leading don’t…want your leadership— or at the very least aren’t used to it.”

The lime green eyed teenager got up, brushing his legs off as he looked over the building’s rail, seeming like he was…trying to remember something, “It’s…a lot. Your still a kid but you’re literally forced to manage all of these responsibilities and high expectations everyone has for you…”

The older sighed, playing with his mask tails as he glanced at the ground, wishing it had an answer to his and Leo’s predicament, “A-And you don’t…you don’t know what those expectations are…” 

The taller mutant sighed, looking back at his younger counterpart, “But you just…gotta keep going…y’know? Your Dad picked you to be leader for a reason, I’m sure.” Leon assured. 

“But my brother’s—”

“'Want Raph?'” The red eared slider said, “Wehell, you aren’t Raph, now are you?”

“…no.”

“Exactly. So stop trying to compare. You’re Leonardo. Lead how Leonardo would lead.” The elder smiled softly.

God, he sounded so freaking…wise right now!!!

“But…I don’t know how Leonardo leads…that’s why I’m asking you…!!” The younger said. 

Leon snorted, “You gotta figure it out, then! Only you can determine how Leonardo leads. Yes…we’re both Leo’s in a sense but we’re different people…you feel me?”

“I…I-I feel you.” The honey brown eyed teen nodded slightly, “I just…I just don’t wanna mess anything up, I guess…”

“Hate to break it to you…but you 100% will. That’s the great thing about being, well…you. I don’t need to be an alternate version of you to know you fuck things up constantly.” The older Leonardo joked lightly, his soft smile turning to a smug grin as he saw how appalled his younger self got at the comment. 

“And you’re going to fuck up a lot of things when you’re leading your brothers…I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t. But…overtime you’ll get better…you won’t be perfect…but you’ll get better.” The elder announced, looking over his shoulder to lock eye’s with Leo, “And sooner or later your younger brother’s will learn to trust you to lead them…but you have to trust yourself first.” 

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, looking back at his older self with nothing but…respect and compassionnow. 

His advice actually made…sense. Which is an actual shock because all the things he usually says is just plain old gibberish. 

“So, you gonna pay me?” Leon asked as he sat back down. 

“Huh?” The younger said as he tilted his head in confusion. 

“I said: Are you gonna pay me?” The older asked again, “Advice doesn’t come for free, y'know.” And in a result to the random question and statement, Leo scratched the side of his head, glancing away nervously, “I mean…I have some Jolly Rancher wrappers in my pocket if you’d like that.” 

The older Leonardo raised an unamused brow, biting back a genuine smile at the younger’s attempted transaction. 

“…I’ll…take that as a maybe…?” The shorter mutant quietly guessed. 

“I’ll pass…but I appreciate the offer.” The red eared slider laughed, wrapping his younger counterpart in a hug as he rested his hand on his side, squeezing it comfortingly, “With you and me as our brother’s leaders…there’s absolutely nothing we can’t solve!” 

The older mutant faltered, scratching his chin in sudden realization, “Besides girls…I still haven’t decoded them yet.” 

Leo randomly let out a laugh at the joke, shaking his head as a couple snorts and squeals followed. 

The older Leo raised an amused brow, chuckling lightly at the other’s giggle fit, “Ohoookay…it was never that fuhunny.” 

“Ihi nehehever sahaid ihat— snrt! Yohour hahahand!!!” The younger Leonardo squeaked, holding the other’s wrists loosely. “Oh.” The lime green eyed teenager hummed, his amused eyeridge raise now becoming…smug, “You don’t happen to be…ticklish, do you?” 

The smaller mutant gulped as his counterpart muttered out…the word; and so casually too?!

“N-Noho! N-Nohoh I’m nohot!” The honey brown eyed turtle squeaked out despretley, letting out a city-wide squeal as Leon pinched his hips with his free hand whilst still trapping/wrapping him in a hug. “Really? Well, last I checked, people who 'aren’t ticklish' don’t usually squeal when their hips are squeezed, bud.”  

“Ihihat’s— snrt! Juhuhust stahap!!” 

“If my memory serves me correctly, you said you 'weren’t ticklish', right?” The elder said as he wiggled his free hand near the other’s stomach. 

Which, in fact, was enough to keep the other boy completely howling with laughter. 

Leo screamed, twisting and turning to try and steer away from the tortuous fingers, “N-NohO nohOHO snrt WAHAIT-!!!” 

“Soooo…you obviously don’t mind this, right?” Leon smirked as he used his left hand to scribble around the smaller turtle’s tummy while his right hand wrapped around his shell and tickled his underarm. “IHI MIHIHIND! IHI snrt MIHIHIND snrt AHA LAHAHAT!” The younger mutant squeaked out in panic, flailing and shouting about. 

“But why~? You’re obviously not ticklish.” The red eared slider shrugged casually. 

“IHI SNRT SNRT AHAM!!” The smaller mutant suddenly confessed, pushing on the taller’s chest, “IHI AHAM SNRT  IHIHI AHAM SNRT SNRT IHI SNRT AHAHAM!!” 

“Oh! So…you lied to me?” The older mutant questioned as he clamped Leo’s thigh repetitively.

The complete audacity of this kid…

It was impressive, honestly…

Leo hiccuped, burying his head in the elder’s shoulder, “NOHO! IHI— snrt! GYAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“Noho! You lied to me, you little twerp! Ugh…the betrayal! And here I thought we were having a nice little bonding moment!” The red eared slider cried dramatically as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms.

The younger Leonardo loudly squawked, snorting up a storm as the elder continued to relentlessly tickle him to pieces, “L-LEHEEEEEEEHEON!!”

“Hm~? Yeah~? What is it, bud?”

“PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAT SNRT SNRT THAHAT!!!” The honey brown eyed mutant squealed, his yell bouncing off the walls of the buildings of New York. “Why~? Is it your tickle spot~? Your tickle tickletickle spot~? 'Cuz your tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!” The smaller turtle howled as Leon scribbled his nails along the other’s plastron patterns, “OHO MY GAHASH YOHOUR SOOHOH MEAN!!!”

“Mean?” The lime green eyed teenager repeated innocently, “I’m not mean~! I’m just asking you a couple questions.” 

“I-IHIHI CAHANT SNRT SNRT SNRT BREATHE!!” 

“That sounds like a yohou problem, but hey! That’s just me…” 

“OKAHAY!!!” The younger wheezed, happy tears pricking out of his eyes; awaiting to fall, “STOHOP! STOHOHAP!!” 

“Stopping stopping…” The elder teenager giggled, doing as he promised and stopping. He wrapped his younger counterpart in a hug, letting the shorter turtle snort and snicker in his shoulder once more, “You got this…okay?” He assured. 

“W-Whahat…? Whahat snrt snrt doohoo I snrt hahahave??” Leo questioned through his giddy laughs which Leon couldn’t help but huff fondly to, “The…Thehe leading thing, dude. You got it, okay? Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine.” 

“I dohon’t eheheven remember whahat yohou said toohoo beehee honest..” 

“I can tickle you again to help you remember—“

“N-NONOHO IHIHI’M GOOD!” Leo emphasized, hugging his middles and burying his head into Leon’s shoulder deeper. The elder just hugged him tighter, resting his cheek on the top of the younger’s head.

The two didn’t know a thing when it came to leading…

But they were going to try…they were going to try leading…

…Because that’s really all anyone could ask for…

Their best. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

Tickletober Day 24- Joke

This is a Rise fic! Yet another excuse to torment a certain blue turtle. Also, how could I not write Leo for this day's prompt?

Lee: Leo

Ler: Donnie

TW!: SWEARING!

"Waitwaitwaitwait! Just one more!"

"No, Nardo. These are awful, and I don't want to hear it."

"Pleease just listen to this one!"

The softshell sighed, squaring his shoulders and turning to face his brother from where he stood at the entrance of his lab. Leo pushed his way further into the room, earning a glare from Donnie, and smirked. "Okay, what do you get when you put a spiderweb on an ear of corn?"

"Ugh. What?"

"A cob-web!"

"..."

Leo rolled his eyes, walking all the way over to his twin and spinning his chair around to face him. Donnie only crossed his arms, staring blankly back. "Leo. That has got to be the worst thing you've ever said to me."

The sword-user made a sound of shock, shaking the other by the shoulders. "How can you say that? That was an amazing joke! Not my fault you lost your funny bone.." Donnie raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"I'm just saying, you don't think anything's funny. Just watch." The slider backed up a bit, clearing his throat. "Why did the ghost cross the road?" At the lack of response, Leo smiled to himself and answered his own question. "He wanted to return from the other side!"

"Not amusing, Leon."

Leo poked at the purple-themed turtle's torso. "It is so! What, that doesn't tickle your funny bone even a little bit?" Donnie paused. 'Tickle, huh? That's how he wanted this to go? Fine by him.'

The shorter stood, catching his twin's attention. "You know what? Because you are so insistent on humour, I'll give you something worth laughing about." Leo's demeanor slowly changed from that of a cocky sibling, to one of a terrified mutant who had no idea as to what was coming his way.

Donnie had lunged at the other, grabbing him by the sides and brought the both of them to the ground. Leo grunted as his shell collided with the floor, trying to use his knees to push the softshell away. "HeHEY- What're yo-haAAH!"

Donnie sat on his brother's waist, almost roughly kneading into his ribs. The slider screeched, trying to scramble away, but the weight on his body limited his movement. Donnie let out an "Oomf" as he was kneed in the back, though his battle shell ensured he wasn't injured.

"Hey, I don't appreciate you hitting me!"

Leo bucked his hips, pushing desperately at his twin's arms. "Ihi doHOn't SCaHAHAre!" The scientist gasped dramatically, earning a snort from his sibling. "Stop it with the puns! I'm done with you!"

The blue-masked teen tossed his head to the side, screaming and thrashing when a hand latched onto his thigh. "Hah! SNRK- Haha-FuhuuAHAHAH! DOHOHONNIE NOHOHOO!"

"Donnie yes~ You know, you've been getting on my nerves lately.."

Leo shrieked as his inner thigh was scribbled at, unable to do much more than bang his fist on the ground and take it. "STAHAHAHAP! DEEHEEE, I CAHAN'T!"

"And I think you're dum-dum jokes are the last straw.. How about you stop telling puns for three days, and then I'll stop."

"WIHIHITCHFUHUL THIHINKIHIHING- WaiIHIIHIHIIT, SNRT- WAIT IHI'M SAHAHAAAHARRY!"

"What did I just say? Looks like someone can't keep their mouth shut."

Tears trickled down the slider's eyes, the turtle convulsing as the bottom of his leg was scribbled on. He had lost most of his strength, Donnie not even moving an inch anymore, just tickling away at his poor thighs.

"Do you promise to stop?"

Leo had to piece together the question through his cackling, but nodded frantically as soon as he understood, screeching loudly. "YEHEHEES! SHIHIT, IHI GIHIHIVE SNRK- UHUP! DEEHEHEE!"

Donnie smirked, pinching at the sensitive limb for a couple more seconds before letting go, sliding off of his brother, and sitting beside him. The blue-themed turtle snorted, pushing at his twin through residual laughter. "Ihi.. I reheally hahate you.."

The softshell rolled his eyes, a smile being put back on his face as he wriggled his fingers in the other's face, resulting in a high-pitched squeal. "Just remember what you promised, because I'll tickle you worse if you so happen to forget."

Leo's cheeks tinted pink, and he rolled away from his brother, then sitting up and crossing his arms defiantly. "Whatever.."

Yeah, there was no way he was going longer than an hour without annoying his favorite twin again.

Tickletober Day 23- Sweet

This is a Rise fic! Also, I can't believe I have to say this, but this is NOT Tcest! Please DNI if you support that.

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph

TW!: None!

Raphael adored many things. Cute things, particularly. Things like teddy bears, pets, and flowers.. but his favorite thing was baby brothers.

Now, for such a big guy, it seemed hard to imagine he'd be good with such delicate things, but he really did his best not to overdo it in the strength department. There were times when he went a bit overboard, yes, but that never stopped him from loving all of the precious things in life.

Right now, the thing bringing him absolute joy was his youngest brother, Mikey. The box turtle was laying in his lap, belly-up with his arms held over his face. Raph had only been teasing when he had first skittered his fingers across the other's stomach, but the startled squeal it came with was too cute to resist hearing more of.

If it were another brother in his hold right now, he wouldn't be able to so much as a squeeze to the side without getting attacked, but all Mikey was doing was giggling happily, his arms hiding his face and keeping him open. Maybe, the reason was that the artist had been up all night watching scary videos again, and wanted someone to comfort him. Or, maybe it was because Donnie had gotten tickled by Leo after breakfast, and the turtle just wanted in on the fun.

Whatever the reason was, Raph wouldn't question it too much, and just enjoy the silly sounds of the younger's squeaks and laughter. The snapping turtle veeery gently switched from his fingers to his claws, dragging them slowly down his brother's sides.

Mikey yelped, body arching a bit when the nails reached a bad spot just above his hips. Raph smiled, resisting the urge to squish his sibling's cheeks, which were pushed up so far up on his face the elder was almost worried it hurt. The orange-themed turtle twisted to the side, squeaks interrupting his laughter.

"Rahahaph! EEK!- Ihit tiHIhicklehes! HehEHEH!-"

But, yet again, the younger eventually rolled back into his original position, readjusting his arms on his face. Raph propped his knee up a little bit higher, cooing at the adorable action. He crawled his fingers up, slowly climbing higher on the smaller's ribcage. Mikey giggled louder the higher his brother went, until he was hiding the rest of his face, voice cracking slightly from the pitch it was at.

"D'aww, does Mikey like the tickles?" Raph murmured, before kneading into the other's underarms. The artist shrieked, wiggling around in the elder's lap, feet kicking out. "NAHAHAH! EEK!- RAHAHAHAPHIHIEEE!"

"What? Is my baby bwother too tickwish?~ Tickle tickle!" The younger's hands moved from his face, flapping at his sides. Raph was on the verge of a cuteness overload, seeing his sibling's cherry red face, and teary eyes as he laughed.

"NOHOHO- EEK!- DOHOHON'T SAHAY THAHAHAAT!"

Mikey threw his head back in laughter when his ribs were squeezed instead, hands retreating back to his face. "RAHAHAhahaph, dohoHON'T!- EEK!-"

Raph smirked. "Whaat? Don't say tickle? Ahhtickletickletickletickle~" The younger shook his head as he flailed uncontrollably, nearly launching right out of the snapper's lap. "Your laugh is so sweet, Mikes!"

The box turtle squealed, trying to curl up when a raspberry was placed on his belly. "NAHAHAH- RAHAHAAPHIIIEE!" Raph had to push the other's legs down as he blew another raspberry, almost getting knee-d in the face. "Aww, Raph just wants to eat ya up!"

Mikey's arms went flying down as soon as he felt teeth latch onto his side. "AHAHAHH! EEK!- NONONOHOHO, NO NIHIHIBBLEHES! RAHAAAAPH!"

Tickletober Day 22- Role Reversal

This is a Rise fic! Also, it's based off of the intro to Smart Lair! (The episode starts with Donnie screaming, with Leo and Mikey chasing after him. Raph comes in and stops them, then Donnie complains about never being a mummy. I wanted to explore why he's never able to, and how he would act if he were to be a mummy.)

Lee: Mikey, Leo, Raph (implied)

Ler: Donnie

TW!: SOME SWEARING! SUSPENSE! (Dark rooms, shadows in doorways)

I split the fic into parts to help it go faster, so if there's any misinterpretation as to what's happening, feel free to ask for clarification!

"Can I please be the mummy this time?"

Raph sighed, Leo groaned, and Mikey pouted. "Donnie, if Raph lets ya be a mummy, do ya promise not to get all of of control again.. like.. that time?" The softshell straightened his posture, hands going behind his back in a neat clasped form. "I promise."

The red-themed turtle squinted at his little brother, nodding slowly. "Alright, then.. You can be the mummy." Donnie grinned sweetly, uncrossing his fingers and taking them from behind himself to do a fist-pump. "Oh yeah!"

Leo and Mikey looked on nervously.

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The Lou-Jitsu movie had begun playing, and the four sat down on the ground, going over rules. This happened every time they turned on the film, and they had all seen the movie enough times to remember the intro word-for-word anyway.

"...And no toilet paper wars. It is to be used strictly for costume."

Leo gave a sharp look to Mikey, who only shrugged. "Don't look at me! Raph started it." The slider waved him off, then tossed a roll of toilet paper to his twin.

Donnie almost caught it, sighing as he picked it off the ground. "Just so we're clear, this is directly from the packaging, right?" Leo rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Yes, you maniac-" There was a creaking door from the movie, making each brother perk up. "Shhh! Guys, Lou Jitsu's entering the tomb! Donnie, go get ready!" The purple-themed turtle got to his feet, scurrying off into the other room.

"So!" Mikey clapped. "Who's scared for their lives?"

All three of them raised their hands.

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The lights were turned off, and Leo started standing on Splinter's armchair, quoting along with the scene as it played. "And I, Lou-Jitsu, will defeat you, mummies!"

A metallic sound came from the sewer tunnel. Mikey flinched, turning around, but he saw nothing. He was standing on the ground beside the slider, and gulped, grabbing onto the blue-themed turtle's arm at a flash of silver in the doorway. "I don't mean to break character, but.. I don't think Donnie's keeping his promise.."

Leo gave him an uneasy glance, turning around just in time to catch a glimpse of purple, much closer than a couple seconds ago.. He missed his next line, trying to get back into the rhythm of the movie. "Uh- and.. If any of you try any funny business, I'll.. send you crying to your mummy.."

When the elder turned to his brother, he saw that Mikey's face was pale, and he was inching away from the dark doorway. The sword-wielder turned, only to be met with red eyes staring at them.

"Donnie?.."

"EEEK! SHIT!"

A robotic noise came from behind the two, and the younger jumped up onto the armchair as well, almost causing the both of them to go toppling down as the other wobbled. Leo jumped at a noise behind him as well, the two silently waiting for their brother to enter at his cue. The movie had its cue pass, but nothing happened. A minute went by, the Baha-Blast duo whispering fearfully at each other.

Soon enough, the cue for the main mummy came, and the turtles held each other's arms. Donnie should never have been allowed to be anyone other than the side character who almost dies every movie..

The cue passed. Donnie didn't come.

Leo looked at Mikey, and Mikey kept staring at the doorway. "Dee?.." Another moment passed, and the two almost relaxed into the silence, except each of their sides were latched onto from behind.

"AHH! AHAAH- HAHAH!"

Leo winced at his baby brother's loud screaming, but yelped as well, hands launching down to push away the attacker. "AH! Noho!- DohOHONNIE!"

The blue-themed turtle whipped around, and was met with his twin, eyes staring blankly ahead as his hands dug into their sides. "I am a mummified Egyptian body, I am not Donatello.."

Mikey squeaked as his ribs were dug into, squatting on the top of the armchair when his knees buckled. Donnie only sat on the armrest, squeezing Leo by the thigh, effectively sending him down as well. Leo screeched, writhing on the cushion, trying to dislodge the fingers at his leg. "STAHAHAHAP! KCCH- DOHOOON!"

Metallic spider arms suddenly shot out of his battle-shell, capturing the two's arms in a hand each. Leo squirmed, eyes wide with panic, just above his knee being squeezed at. "HAHAHAH! FUHUCK, STAHAP! HEHAAH!" Donnie gave no response, tickling harder.

Mikey squealed, trying to pull his arms down, but they were pinned high above his head. He wriggled about, trying to twist his ribs out of the elder's grip. "DohoHONNIE! Ihi cahahan't-"

"Groan. I don't care~" The scientist continued to make onomatopoeia sounds, his brothers squirming and flailing. "You're both doomed to face the wrath of the tickle monster! Ghastly noises."

"RAHAHAHAPH! RAHAPH, HEHELP US! HEHE'S- HE'S NOT PLAHAHAYING RIGHT!" Leo screamed, head thrown back in hysterical cackles as his thigh was only tickled at faster in retaliation.

"PLEHEASE, STOHOHOP IT DONNIHIHIEE! NAHAH- EEEEK!-" The softshell fluttered his hand into the youngest's underarm, staring on blankly as the box turtle arched up, giggling increasing ten-fold. The movie played on in the background, but the three were not paying attention. The music escalated, almost ringing out louder than the turtle's laughter.

All of a sudden, Raph came running into the room, tackling Donnie. "Take this, evil mummy!" The softshell tumbled to the ground, almost taking the other turtles with him. Leo and Mikey, now free from his grasp, could escape, the elder grabbing Mikey's arm and rushing out through his giggles.

Donnie twisted, slipping through the snapping-turtle's arms, and jumping away. Raph whipped around, then froze at the dark glare the tech-loving teen had on. It was then that he made the connection between his other sibling's predicament, and his own. Crap..

"Uhuhm- Donnie, what- NoOHO! GET AWAY, YA DEHEMON!"

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Urghh, sorry I'm a bit behind, but I haven't had more than a couple minutes each day to get writing done. I'm doing my best, and as soon as I have more time, I'll get all of them done. Have a great day/night!

Tickletober Day 21- Costume

This is a Tottmnt fic!

Lee: Mikey (and a bit of lee Donnie)

Ler: Donnie

TW!: None!

"Hey guys~ Check me out!"

Donnie walked into the living room, striking a pose in front of his brothers. They had all spent the last week preparing and figuring out Halloween costumes, and were finally showing the others what they had chosen. There was an immediate reaction of giggling, until Mikey, in his nyan-cat outfit, gasped.

"Oh my gosh! Are you Bill Nye?"

Donnie grinned, nodding excitedly as he pointed to himself. "The Science Guy!" Raph shook his head in amusement, chuckling along with Leo on the couch. The youngest ran up to his brother, walking around him and smiling excitedly. "Broo, it looks awesome! Lovin' the bowtie too, by the way."

The nerdy-mutant smiled back, then suddenly yelped as one of his brother's hands reached for his neck. Mikey had only started fiddling with the bowtie, unintentionally sliding his finger over the elder's collarbone. "What? Did I hurt you?" He paused his hand, face turning to a more concerned one at the noise.

"No! Just uh.. caught me by surprise." Donnie assured, waving his hands in front of him. The shorter shrugged, moving to his sibling's side and felt at the white lab coat, hand smoothing over the side. "Where'd you get the coat from? It fits you so well!"

The elder shifted, face cracking into a forced smile at the feeling. His body lurched a little, urging him to get away. Okay, that was it. He didn't care if Mikey was doing this on purpose or not, he was not about to start laughing in front of his brothers when nothing even happened.

Donnie flipped around, and grabbed onto Mikey's sides through his costume. The turtle let out a shrill shriek, flapping his arms about before going to push the purple-themed mutant's hands away. "EEEIIIIE! Whahat did I doho? I juhust aha- asked a quehestion!"

Donnie just squeezed at his sides a couple times, having to kneel down when the younger practically death-dropped to the floor. Mikey squeaked, and flipped around onto his back, kicking at the elder. "Ohow! What the heck, don't kick me!"

In retaliation, the purple turtle moved up to sit on his legs, drilling his fingers into the younger's belly. The younger just about screamed, bursting into crazed giggles, his arms coming up to slap at his brother. "THEhehen dohohon't tiHIckle mehe! Hahaha!"

Donnie sighed, scratching a bit harder at his sibling's ticklish plastron. The sensation was muted through the Poptart-shaped clothes, but it still seemed to be getting a reaction. "Sorry, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. It's out of my hands." At the last word, he reached higher, and pressed his hands into the other's underarms. Mikey laughed louder, legs kicking about behind the two, and pressed his elbows down. He threw his head back, hiccupping as the tickling went on.

From where he was watching, Leo saw the start of happy tears forming in his baby brother's eyes, and figured he should probably stop the interaction before it escalated. "Hey, Don. Maybe give it a rest, he doesn't look too good." Donnie looked up, then back down at the younger. A mirthful tear escaped the orange-themed turtle's eye, and the elder took that as his cue to stop.

Mikey pressed his eyes shut, wrapping his limbs around himself as he giggled. After a second, he reached up to wipe at his eyes. Donnie scooted off of him, and the nunchuck-user gave him a look through his smile. The glasses-wearing teen put his hands up. "Whahat?"

After catching the rest of his breath, the youngest lunged up and tackled his sibling. Donnie screamed, being sent to the floor quicker than he could process, and instantly flailed at the touch on his sides. "NAHah- Mihikeeey!"

The younger only shook his head, almost roughly dragging his nails down the bo-staff-user's sides. "I don't wanna hear it! Attacking me when I didn't even do anything is not cool!"

There was a screech, a series of 'sorries' flying from the scientist's mouth. It was a wonder that their father hadn't come rushing in from all of the yelling.. And how ironic for the elder to be attacked, when that was the exact opposite of his intention in tickling his little sibling.

"Nononono- Noho, Mikey Ihi'm saharry! SahAHAHARRY! AHAHAHACK!"

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I had no ideas for this one, but hey, I got it done! Hopefully some of you like it 👍

Sorry this is late, and have a great day!

Tickletober Day 20- Tease

This is a 2003 fic! I'm really feeling the tiredness from writing every day, but I think I've got it in me to do the rest of the month. I've been wanting to write for lee '03 Donny for a while, so I guess this is my opportunity!

Lee: Donny

Ler: Raph, Mikey

TW!: None!

"Oh Don!~ I need help with the tv, I think it's broken!"

"Not again, Mikey.. This is the fifth time this week!" The purple-themed turtle sighed, standing up from his desk and walking over to where his brother sat, hand stabilizing his crossbody bag as he jumped down from the platform.

"Let me see what the problem is.." He moved to the back of the many television sets, checking outlets and wires for any disconnections or fraying parts. His eyes narrowed, following a wire to its respective tv, and paused, confused when nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Hmm, I'm not seeing any issues.." he walked back around to where the youngest was, startling as he saw Raph there was well, arms crossed as he looked at the blank screens. "O-Oh, Raph! When did you get there?.."

The elder shrugged. "Heard Mikey over here complainin' 'bout the tvs not workin'." He tilted his head, running a finger along the top of one of the screens. "Thought ya fixed them the other day.." Donny sighed, nodding. "At least I thought I did. Apparently, they keep breaking. I just don't know what's wrong with them."

A whine was heard from the orange-clad. "Are you saying you can't fix it? Donnn, I need tv!"

"Shaddup, Mike. He hears ya.." the sai-user hushed, turning back to his more reserved brother. "Surprised to hear even the all-time genius is havin' a tough time. Too much stress, Don?" the elder teased, but the last sentence has a tone of concern to it. Donatello's cheeks went pink, and he began fiddling with his fingers. "Uhm, I don't know.. Everything's going just fine, so-"

"You sure, bro? You look a little flushed."

The olive-toned mutant stuttered a little. He always did get nervous rather easily.. Mikey scooted over to his genius brother, hands clasped together as he stared up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeease fix the tv! I'm begging you!"

"O-Okay, Mikey. Stop that, I'm doing my best." The youngest latched onto his leg, clinging tightly onto the limb, leaving Donny to try and step away, unable to do so with the new weight. The nunchuck-user nuzzled into his thigh, still babbling out pleas to have the television fixed. At the contact, the scientist's mouth pulled into a smile, pushing gently at the younger's head.

"Ah! No, thahat- tihicklehes!"

"Please fix it!"

At that instant, Donny crumpled to the ground, still trying to get his brother off of him. "Ooh, you'd better listen to him, Don. He sounds serious."

Mikey didn't let go, pressing his face into the other's knee instead. Donny yelped, kicking out at the feeling. "Wahait! Dohon't, I- Hehey!" Raph had sat behind the purple-themed turtle, snatching his arms up and pulling them above his head. "Get 'im, Mike. I don't think he's listenin' to ya."

Mikey giggled, letting go of the older's leg, only to sit on his waist and poke at his torso. "Pay attention, Donnyyy!" The turtle scrunched his nose up, giggles interrupting his words. "Rahaph, don't emcourahage hihim! Ahah!"

"Encourage what? I'm helpin' ya with yer listenin' skills." The elder of the three teased, leaning into his brother's ear, making him squeak and scrunch his shoulders up a bit. "Noho, you're nohot!"

"Oh, so now I'ma liar. Don't be so rude, Don." The elder darted his arm down, now only using one hand to hold up his brother's, squeezing at the side of his neck. The bo-staff-user squealed, throwing his head to the side and flailing about.

"Hahah! NO- I dihiHIdn't sahay tHAHAT!" He squawked as the youngest began kneading his ribs, twisting and turning to try and fight the ticklish sensation. "Yeah? Then what did ya say?"

Donny's brain was frazzled, the buzzing feeling at his neck and ribs were mixing up his thoughts. He couldn't even remember what he said! "IHI- I fohorgot! Stohop it!" His entire face was dusted a shade of pink, eyes closing at the intimidating sound of his brother's voice.

"That's what I thought."

There was a moment of dead silence, both turtle's hands stopping, before Don saw Mikey share a look with the other. Before he could even utter out an apology, four hands were drilling into his sides. It took only a split second for his now free hands to dart down, but it made no difference to the ticklish agony he was plunged into.

"HAHAHAH! GUHUYS,- SNRK- STOHOHOP! HAAH!"

A loud snort escaped from his mouth, making the youngest snicker as he continued wiggling his fingers into the squishy flesh of his sides, unprotected by a shell. "Gee, Don. Think ya can fix the tv now? I wanna watch some shows with Mikey ov'a here."

The scientist stomped his feet on the hard ground, elbows trying to press down over his sibling's hands to cover himself, but the tickling didn't stop. "YEHEHES! YEHES, IHI'LL TRY TO-HAHA! IHI'LL TRY!"

Mikey groaned, blowing a raspberry in the middle of the elder's plastron. "I don't want you to try, I want the it to work!" Donny squealed during the entirety of the raspberry, curling in on himself and bucking frantically until it was over.

"OHOHOKAHAY! OKAYOKAY! IHI'LL FIHIX IT!"

That got the youngest to stop, but Raph only shot his hands up, squeezing the muscle in the back of his armpits. Donny screeched, face bright red as he laughed, arms slamming down, only trapping the ticklish feeling. "RAHAHAPH!"

"Alright, fine.." The red-themed mutant slipped his hands out of his brother's underarms, hoisting him up into his lap with a bear hug. "C'mere, brainiac.."

Don slumped into the hold, panting slightly as he caught his breath. He moved his head to the side, pushing Mikey away with his foot when he tried to grab onto his leg again. Instead, the nunchuck-user knee-walked around him, and sat next to Raph, who pulled him into the hug as well.

The three smiled, peacefully sitting together for a moment, until Mikey checked the time.

"My show is on in ten minutes!"

The purple-themed mutant sighed. "I'm on it.."

Tickletober Day 19- Secret

This is a 2012 fic!

Lee: Raph

Ler: Splinter

TW!: STRUGGLES WITH ANGER ISSUES! SOME ANGST!

"Just shut up, Leo! I don't care!"

Raphael twisted out of the grasp of his brother, fuming as he took off down the hall. The leader watched in concern as the younger had yet another argument with him today.

"Raph-"

"No. Screw off."

And that was that. The red-themed turtle stomped to his room, kicking the door shut. He paused, sighing, before sliding down the door and curling up. It just wasn't fair. He couldn't control how he felt, and no one would understand him if he tried explaining it. Everyone sucked. His family sucked.

Tears welled up in his eyes, because he was lying. No, his family didn't suck, he sucked. He didn't deserve to have brothers like this, or his father. Raph pressed his head into his knees.

His father.

He needed help, and Master Splinter could be the only one who would help him.

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"Uhm.. Excuse me, Sensei. Could I.. ask you something?"

Splinter looked up from his spot on the ground, and patted the spot next to him. "Come, sit with me." He hesitated for a second, but eventually, the turtle sat down.

"What is it that you wanted to ask?"

Raph sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. "Just.. Why isn't anything working? The things you've taught me.. about anger, I mean." He scrunched his face up, picking at his kneepad. "All the techniques about ignoring it, or having other outlets.. they don't help for very long. I keep.. blowing up."

The elder moved his hands from where they were at his lap, holding them out for Raph to take. The red-themed turtle reached and let his hands rest in those of his father's, a dejected look on his face.

"My son. It is true that you face the struggle of anger. I am aware that you cannot control this at times.." The rat man clasped his fingers around his son's much larger ones, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. "But it does not have to be wholly who you are."

Raph looked up, confusion evident on his face. "You have many outlets related to aggression, such as using punching bags, or battling during missions- even training. All of those are parts of what makes you who you are, but you are forgetting that not everything has to revolve around such an intense emotion." The turtle didn't seem to know how to respond, mouth opening, before shutting again when nothing came out.

When words came to him, the shorter spoke, quietly and unsure. "Then.. what am I supposed to do about anger? I don't feel like I can beat it.."

"And you don't have to. Anger is not something you can move past with ease. A lot of the time, it will always be a part of you, and all you can do is make peace with it and continue on." Raph closed his eyes, face pinched as he tried to wrap his head around the concept of just.. accepting his anger.

"But.. Sensei, what do I do when I'm out of control? Or- when I'm overwhelmed?"

"Hm.. While your current methods can help calm some of the energy you feel, perhaps taking your mind off of aggravation could give you better results." The teen looked up, perplexed. "Like what?"

Splinter smiled slightly. "Things like having fun, and enjoying the present moment. Come, and I will let you in on a secret." He leaned forwards, pulling Raph into a hug. Though a bit confused, the turtle scooted closer, hugging back.

"The saying is true.."

Raph looked up at the following silence, face pressed against his father's yukata. "What saying?"

"That laughter is the best medicine."

There was barely any time to react before being thrown into a fit of high-pitched cackles. "WhaHA! Fahather, noho- Heh!" He squirmed, hands gripping onto the clothing. Yoshi only chuckled, continuing to scritch his nails along his son's sides.

"Raphael, you must release the tension in your body." The younger shook his head, pressing into the other's side. "Ihi cahan't! Yohou're tihickling mehe! Stohop!" He wiggled to the side, but it didn't go unnoticed that there was very little effort to get away.

Raph flinched as the fingers came into contact with his ribs, elbows pressing down as much as they could with his arms lifted. There wasn't much reason to be as passive with being tickled as he was, but the red-themed mutant's hands never came to push the other's away.

"Hmm, you seem to be more tense than before.. Perhaps I should try a different spot. How about here?" The turtle shrieked, scrunching up his shoulders to his head when claws dragged down the back of his neck, then going to slip into the crook of the area. "NOHO! PleheHEASE! Ihihit tiHIcklehes!"

"I don't think this is any better.. How about here? Possibly here?"

Raph was in stitches, curling up against the elder as best he could as each ticklish spot was prodded at, sending him into quiet bouts of laughter. "Pffeheh- Nohot thehere! Fahather, plehease- IHI- Ihi can't!"

"It appears I'll have to keep trying to get you to relax, my son.."

"HAH! FahaHAtheher, noho!"

Tickletober Day 18- Tickle Fight

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey, Raph

Ler: Raph, Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

"Raaaph, come read this with me!"

Raphael groaned to himself. Whatever weird as hell comic book his brother had, he did not want to have to read it too. The youngest called out again, and he cursed himself for having such a weakness for baby brothers. "Yeah, yeah. 'M comin', Mike."

Upon entering the living room, he noticed that the orange-clad turtle had in fact many different comics, all splayed out across the couch. The elder sighed, walking over and dropping himself beside his brother. "Hey! Don't sit on that! It's a limited edition!" Raph gave him a look, pulling the slightly crumpled paper from under him. The other whined, trying to smooth it out with his hands. "Your big butt ruined it!"

The sai-user rolled his eyes, reaching to pinch at his brother's side. "Oh relax. Who's even gonna care?" Mikey squeaked, dropping the book in his lap, and reaching to push the fingers away. "Ihi will! Stohop!"

The orange-themed turtle snatched his brother's hand away, yelping when it launched itself at him instead. He fought with the limb for a few moments, before darting his own out and shoving his fingers under the other's arm. "GHRK- Mikey.. if- ya dohon't stop, Ihi'll-" He shut his mouth, not trusting himself to keep his composure. Those few giggles spilling out were more than enough.

"Yohou did it first! HeHEY-" Raph had lurched forwards, pushing at the younger's arm before less than gently beginning to dig into his underarms. Mikey curled in on himself, desperately trying not to kick any special comics in his way. Apparently, the elder had noticed, swiping the comics away before attacking his sibling with more vigor.

"HAHAH! NOHO, WAHAHAIT RAHAPH!" Mikey shrieked, squirming around as the fingers dug harder under his arms. He made an attempt at squeezing the elder's side, succeeding in catching him off guard. Raph flinched back, one hand leaping to stop his brother, while the other still kept on tickling.

Mikey's legs kicked out, but he was able to gain back enough control of himself to reach up and start drilling into his brother's ribs. "Heheh- Yohour tuhuhurn!" Raph snorted, laughter following the sound closely. "Mihike. Dohon't SNRT- force myhy hand hehere.."

When the youngest didn't stop, the red-themed turtle resisted the urge to curl up, instead latching onto his brother's thighs. The nunchuck-user bucked, pulling away, but the grip on his legs prevented him from moving back too much.

"HAHAHAH! FAHACK, NOHOHO! KGHHEHEHEH!"

Raph only squeezed harder, sending the other into a fit of cackles. The older mutant was sure that he was winning, as someone literally wheezing from laughter most likely couldn't do anything. He was right for the most part. Mikey's hand fell from its place at the other's side, curling up into himself and hitting at the arms of his brother.

It seemed there wasn't any competition anymore, so Raph let his guard down, resituating himself more comfortably to continue wrecking the orange-clad. Mikey only squeaked, throwing his head back. He had pressed himself into the side of the couch, arching away from the attacking hands.

He peeked an eye open, seeing the extended arms of the elder reached over to tickle him. If he gave up, there was no way Raph would let him go any time soon. And he was speaking from experience..

Fighting the urge to move away and run, the younger pried his arms away from the protective stance they were in, digging into the elder's stomach. "GAHAHH!- QuihiHIT IHIT RIHIhight nohow.."

For all his ticklishness, Mikey still had the resistance to keep tickling- or so he thought.. Instead, he went crashing to the floor as the spot just above his knees were squeezed, landing straight on his ass- and on top of a big pile of his 'valuble books'. "Rahahaph!.. lohook what yohou did!"

The elder sighed, reaching an arm out to help his brother up. "Duhunno what'cher talkin' about.. I moved those so thehey wouldn't get all messed up. That's your fault 'fer fallin' on them."

Mikey whined, taking the hand and grabbing the comics, turning them over to assess the damage. "Noho! That's your fault for making me fall in the first place!"

"Ya mean squeal 'n fly off the couch like a baby? Sure." The orange-themed turtle shook his head, groaning. "No.. this one's ruined!" He flopped back onto the couch theatrically, setting the comic over his plastron. Raph just looked on in mild confusion. "Mikey, that looks just like it did two minutes ago.."

"No it doesn't! Look at that tear!"

"There's not a mark on that piece of paper.."

"That's what you think. The pain! The agony!"

"Don't be so dramatic..."

Tickletober Day 17- Raspberries

This is a Rise fic! Maaaybe was self-induglent.. just a little. (It's just Leo being bullied, really)

@smiley-star Lee Leo :)

Lee: Leo

Ler: Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

Leo bounced his leg on his bed, tapping his fingers on his arm. He had felt jittery today, like he had drank three cups of coffee, even though he had been forced to cut down after staying up for almost a full week straight sometime last month.

To be fair, Donnie did that all the time, but Raph just wouldn't let another brother with that degree of a bad sleep-schedule slide.

The blue-themed turtle sighed, instead tracing over the lines of his palm. The slightly tingly sensation calmed him down a bit, until that same feeling returned in his stomach. After a second, the slider realized what it was. A lee-mood.

The turtle groaned quietly, choosing to ignore it for the time being. Everyone was tired, having had a crazy run-in with some mutants last night, and no one would want to deal with whatever he wanted. It wasn't a priority.. it could wait..

"LEO!"

He flinched, body pausing before turning around on his bed to face the doorway. It was Mikey's voice, which was weird, considering the youngest would usually greet everyone at their own doors. "Yeah? What is it?" He listened for a response, but none came. "WHAT?!"

"COME HERE!"

Leo sighed, tightening the drawstring on his hoodie to hide his face, which was probably flushed from his newfound.. mood. He left his room, feet shuffling on the ground as he made his way to the source of the voice. Walking across the lair, he immediately paused at the entrance of his brother's room.

Mikey was sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest. Next to him was a paint splatter, covering the majority of what looked like the youngest's most recent artwork. "Aw, Mike.. your painting.. are you okay?"

The box turtle shook his head, pressing his arms harder around himself. "No! All day, no one has wanted to hang out, and was asleep for the entire morning! I had to eat breakfast by myself, so I went to paint to feel better, but then I spilled a bunch of stupid red everywhere!"

Frustrated tears were building up in the smaller's eyes. Leo quickly went to sit down next to him, holding his arms out to comfort him. Mikey sniffled, flopping into the elder's hold. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to leave you alone like that-"

"No.." the younger interrupted, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "It's not any of your fault.. I'm just.. overwhelmed." Leo nodded, squeezing him into a hug. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Mikey nodded. "I just have a lot of energy built up.. could I.. uhm-" he paused, the elder nudging him to continue. "try tickling you..?"

The question was so quiet, Leo was almost convinced he had made it up, but the words rang clear in his mind. "Oh! Uh- sure, Mikey." A smile crept onto his face. It was weird how his lee-moods always seemed to sync up with his brothers, but that wasn't his concern right now.

Mikey smiled back, although it was a little shyer than the slider's. He hugged his brother tight, mumbling a "thanks" before reaches for his hips, latching onto them gently. "Just tell me if it's too much."

Leo squawked, arms jolting down, though he didn't push his little brother away. "DEHEheal!" The box turtle pinched at the joint for a few seconds, then carefully pushed on the taller's plastron to lay him down, sitting on his thighs. Mikey giggled, then rolled up the blue cloth of his hoodie. Leo only had a split second to realize what was going on, watching his brother's head lower, before being plunged into a fit of loud laughter. "HAHAHAH! AAHAH! MIKEHEY!"

"Whahat? I thought you agreed?" Mikey smiled, blowing another raspberry against his belly. "I can stop if you want." The slider bucked, whining at the offer. "NAHAH! Heheh, nohoHOHO! IHI-AHAH! IHIhit's SNRT- OHOHOKAHAay!"

The younger smiled. "Alright then, hang in there, Lee~" He took a deep breath, eyes gleaming mischievously at the anticipation on the elder's face.

Leo's eyes had squeezed shut, blushing at the nickname, only for them to shoot open wider than before at the horrible tickly feeling on the side of his ribs. "HAAAH AHAH! MIHIKEHEHEEEY, NOHOT THEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAH!" His arms shot out to push at the younger's head, but the other just pushed his hoodie higher up, taking his arms with it.

When Leo opened his eyes, he learned that the clothing article had been pushed over his face as well, and he was trapped in a sea of blue as Mikey blew raspberry after raspberry on his plastron. He kicked and squirmed, trying to sit up to stop the tickling, soon lost in his own laughter as his thighs were lightly scribbled on.

"FUHUHU-AHAH! SNRT- IHI CAHAHAN'T SEHEHEE! IHI-AAHAHAHAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAHAH, PLEHAHAHA!"

The orange-themed turtle cooed, scooting down on his knees which effectively stopped the moving from those limbs. Instead, the slider's hips bucked, and he once again tried to pull his arms out of his sleeves, too overcome with ticklishness to escape.

"Y'know, I think I want to try something.. Of course, if you're willing." There were a couple seconds before the elder had processed the question, the turtle trying to suck in as much air as he could when the fingers at his legs stopped moving. "WHAHaha- SNRT- WhahaHAHat is ihit?.."

Mikey's grin was that of pure evil.

"Oh, I was just wondering how much a raspberry on your thigh would tickle.."

"Euhuhughhh bohohoy.."

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Errm I may end up doing a part two to this? Possibly later in the month, or maybe a fic later on. We'll see I guess. Have a great day!

(If requests are open! :D )Can I request some Rise disaster twins? 🥺👉👈

You're writing is so good!! Take any and all the time you need 💙💙💙🫶🫶🫶⭐⭐⭐✨✨✨💙

Hey! Of course you can, and thank you! Sorry about how late my response ended up being, but I've been looking forward to this prompt the entire month. Hope you enjoy!

Tickletober Day 16- Cackle

This was inspired by one of @turtletimewriting's headcannons! Also, this is a Rise fic!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Leo

TW!: SWEARING!

The disaster twins were seated in the kitchen, Leo watching over Donnie's shoulder as Bluey played on his phone. It was an episode about a little delivery game, Bingo and Bluey making mud pizzas. At one point, Muffin had strictly demanded that no mud enter her car, and then proceeded to accelerate at rapid speeds once her cousins were inside, catching Donnie off-guard.

"Pfffahahah!"

Leo had smirked at the scene, but his smile increased ten-fold at the sound his brother let out. "Dohonald, was it reheally that funny?"

The softshell was still cackling, head thrown back in mirth, a surprising noise for the other to hear. "Ihihi'm sorry.. I dihidn't expect thahat!" Leo looked genuinely amused.

"Mahan, you have the best laugh."

Donnie had recollected himself enough to process the comment, giving a slightly confused look at his brother through a residual smile. "What?.."

The slider shrugged, smiling back as he went on. "I dunno, it's just really fun. I don't get to hear it enough." The purple-themed turtle seemed to get a little flustered at that, eyes looking back at the screen. "Ihi- I have no idea what you're talking about.."

"Sure you do! I love your laugh!" The softshell's head shook, and he paused the show, turning to look at his sibling. His face had returned to its neutral state, continuing to try and prove the other wrong. "I don't see what's so great about it. It's just a laugh, Nardo."

The sword-user huffed. "Are you serious? Laughing is what you do when you're happy, and it's the best when you're happy!" He moved his arms in front of him, gesturing with jazz-hands when he said 'happy'.

Donnie's eyes averted at the sight of wiggling fingers, attempting to distract his brother from the topic by unpausing the show, but Leo didn't stop his rant. "..And you're my brother. My twin. All I want to do is see you smile and laugh and- hey, why's your face all red?"

Donnie forced his mouth to stay in a blank position, but he was going into fight-or-flight mode without the other even knowing. At least, he thought he hadn't. In reality, Leo had immediately picked up on the difference of body language, and watched as the other kept looking away every time his hand moved. But all he was doing was moving his fingers around? Or- Oh. So that's what it was.

"Hey, Donnie?" The tech-lover glanced up. "What is it.." Leo readjusted in his chair, letting his leg that was previously resting up at his chest fall to the floor. "I think I just thought of a way to show you how great your laugh is.."

Donnie froze. He wouldn't.. He wouldn't dare.

"No- No no, that won't be necessary!- HAHAH! Leeheee!" The slider had reached over, tweaking the other's side. Donnie had instantly shot his hands down, gripping onto his twin's wrists. "Are you sure? Because you don't seem to see how amazing it is. Just sayin'."

The scientist collapsed in his seat as his sides were clamped down on, quiet laughter forcing its way from his mouth. "Stahahap ihit! Heheh- hohohoOLYHY SHIHIAHAHAT!" Leo had scooted closer, reaching forward ever so slightly and forcing his fingers over his brother's softshell. Donnie reflexively flailed, almost bucking himself onto the ground as he exploded into loud cackles.

"Aw, there it is~ There's that laugh I love so much!" The blue-themed turtle glided his fingers along the sensitive skin, grazing slightly higher. There was a loud shriek, Donnie throwing his head back as his arms clamped down, entire body arched at the crazy feeling. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLAHA- LEHEEAAHAHAHAH!"

"So! Are you ready to admit the inevitable? Or do you just want to stay here and get tickle-tickle-tickled~" Donnie let out an inhumane screech when the tracing turned into scribbling, eyes tearing up from the force of his mirth. Even so, he was not about to let his least favorite brother win.

"NEEHEHEVEHER! AAH! HAHAH!"

Leo shrugged, watching as his brother lurched forward when the lip of his shell was touched, hunching over the table. Really, this was just too easy! "Oh? Do I get to here moore of your incredible laugh?" He stood up, as Donnie was frantically kicking at his chair's legs, and raked his fingertips down the length of his back.

"NOHOHO, STOHOHOAAAHAHAHAH! WHAHAT THE FAHAAHACK! HAHAH!"

Don threw his head back, laughter going silent before he gasped for air. Leo sighed, but moved to more carefully tickle at his shoulders. The whole point was to be able to hear his laugh, after all.. "Geez, you're laughing a lot. This must really tickle, huh?"

Donnie was thrown back into full-force laughter, curling in on himself, which only left more of his poor shell open for attack. "..hic- LeeHEHEOHO! OKAHAHAHAY, OKAHAHAY! IHIHI- HAHAHAH! IHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUP!"

"Say that your laugh is adorable~"

"IHI AM SOHOHOHO GONNA KIHILL YOHOU! FUHUCK! hic- MYHY LAHAHAUGH IHIS ADOHOHORABLEHE! NOHOW STOHOHOP!

Leo smiled, tickling a little harder, watching as his sibling's eyes went wide, before stopping. He sat back in his chair, giving the scientist some space. "Ihihi.. I hohope you knohow I hahahate youhu.. Soho much." The taller snickered (yes he is taller 😉), grabbing the other's phone that had long since turned off, and unlocked it, resuming the episode of Bluey.

"I mean it though, your laugh is great."

"Pfft- yohou went from 'incredible' and 'amazing', to just great? Ihi am offended."

The slider shook his head fondly. "Yohou know what I mean.."

Day 15- "Are You Ticklish?"

This is a 2012 fic! No spoilers 😁

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Leo

TW!: None!

"Really. This movie.. again?"

"What do you mean, again? Leo, I'll have you know that we have only watched it twice, and both times changed my life forever. It's way more touching than a movie about some ducks."

"Oh, don't even. DuckTales has an incredible plot!"

Donnie gave his brother a side-eye, stretching his legs out a bit more. They were draped across the other, the lanky turtle taking up the majority of the space on the couch. The two had decided to watch a movie while the rest of their family was asleep, both having trouble actually sleeping the past few days.

Leo sighed, removing his hand from where it lay on the younger's leg as he readjusted. "I guess we can watch Stand By Me.. if you agree not to start sobbing like last time.." Donnie scoffed, but there was a sassy smile on his face. "You can't control my emotions."

"Whatever, at least just try."

The scientist didn't answer, but picked up the remote and clicked on the movie. Opening credits played, and Leo's hand subconsciously went back to his brother's calf, absentmindedly beginning to trace. At first, everything seemed to be relaxed, Donnie even closing his eyes as he let out a small hum. Reaching the hack of his leg, the eldest didn't pay any mind to the twitch underneath his fingers at first, but he eventually looked to the other's face, only to see a prominent smile pressed on it.

"Don, you alright? I'm pretty sure this movie wasn't meant to be funny.."

The taller only shook his head, forcing the curve of his lips down. Everything was fine again, until that finger traced a little too close to his ankle, and his foot jolted away. Darn it.

Leo paused, visible confusion on his face. He slowly went back to tracing, creeping gently towards the spot that had caused the reaction, staring intently at his brother's face. When he reached that same spot again, Donnie's mouth twisted, and he pressed his eyes shut.

Oh..

Leo smirked a little at the realization, and went back to running his finger along his sibling's leg. Donnie let out a quiet sigh. "Something up?" The purple-themed turtle shook his head, cursing the falter in his voice. "Nah, I'm fi-ne.." Leo hummed, and pretended to watch the movie as the opening scene ended, actually waiting for his brother to drop his guard enough to surprise him.

It took almost ten minutes, but eventually the gap-toothed teen had seemed to be relaxed, face resting in the crook of his arm as he stared at the tv. After another glance, Leo decided it was his time to strike. He did feel a little bad disturbing him, but hey. He was the one who picked the movie, so he'd just have to deal with a little annoyance.

His finger had been slowed to a little crawl, and he kept far away from the lower end of his leg. Donnie didn't seem to suspect anything, and was pretty locked-in on the screen. The elder kept tracing with that same hand, using the other to ever so slowly stretch over to the younger's foot. After a couple seconds, he stopped tracing, watching as his brother's gaze suddenly changed, as if he sensed something was off.

The purple mutant went to glance at his brother, going rigid when he saw him smiling sweetly back at him, fingers hovering over his feet. "W-What? Wahait, Leo, yohou don't need to-" anticipatory giggled slid from his mouth, pulling his legs away, only for them to be tugged back into place and held down. "You're right. I don't need to do this. But where's the fun in that?"

Donnie screeched when he started scratching at the bottoms of his feet, arching away and kicking. "PFTAhaha! SNRT- Ohoh come oHON! SNRT-"

Leo's smirk widened, scratching fingers moving to his brother's heel. "Snorting already? I didn't even know you were ticklish here.." One of the younger's legs launched out of the other's grasp, just barely missing his face. When he realized he wouldn't be able to pin his legs down again, Leo jolted up, sat on his hips, and instead went to tickle his belly.

Donnie screamed, arms slapping aggressively against the elder's plastron at the change of pace. "HAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAH- SNRT- LEO, QUIHIT IHIT!" The blue-themed turtle smiled, tazing Donnie's sides, watching as he happily shrieked.

"Someone looks like their having a good time. It that true, Don? You like this?"

The taller mutant squeezed his eyes shut, cackling so much he couldn't think straight. His head began to retreat into his shell, arms and legs thrashing about, but he was no match for the leader of the team. "HAHAHAH! NOHO, IHIHI- SNRT- EHEEHEEH! STAHAP!"

Seeing his little brother start to get overwhelmed, Leo slowed his fingers, going to pat his shoulder as he calmed down. When the sensation stopped, and Don could breathe again, he pulled his head back out from where it was hiding, laying it back as he sighed. "Ihihi.. Jeeheez, what did Ihi even doho?"

The elder shook his head, getting off of his sibling and plopping back down in his spot. "Nothing. Just felt like doing something." He looked at the screen, which was.. not at the place he last remembered. Right.. they were watching a movie. "Did you want to.. keep watching from here?"

Donnie looked up at the tv, giggling a little at how much they had missed. "Pfft- Nahah, let's just restart it." The scientist looked around, feeling at the cushions. "Whehere's.. the remote?"

Leo glanced around, then at the ground. "You must have shoved it somewhere when you were seizing. Ihi'll help you look.."

The rest of the night was more lighthearted, the two passing jokes and talking. That is.. until Donnie started crying.

"Don, you promised!"

"I- sniff- did no such thing!"

Tickletober Day 14- Lose

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raphel

TW!: SWEARING!

This has spoilers for early season 4 of the show! It has a major plot point referenced, so beware if you haven't watched that far yet!

"Mikey, if I hear ya say that one more time."

The youngest giggled, racing ahead of his brother, and leaping skillfully to the next rooftop. "Say what? I'm just stating the facts. We totally shredded Shredder!"

Raphael groaned, accelerating enough to make the jump across buildings, and charged at the orange-themed turtle. He flung himself at Mikey, latching onto the back of his shell and taking the both of them to the ground. "I warned ya-.."

Mikey screamed as he was thrown to the ground, covering his head and torso with his arms just in time to avoid being smacked face-first into the concrete. "Raph! What the shell, man!"

The elder grunted an "oops", glad that Leo and Don weren't out on patrol with them, or he'd never hear the end of it about 'safety'. He sat on his brother's legs, tugging his arms out from underneath him to pin down with his knees. "Don't act like you're Mr. Innocent ov'a here. You've had this coming ever since we beat the Shredder f'er good."

Mikey was plunged into a fit of laughter, letting out a shriek as his ribs were drilled into. Oh how he wished his shell covered the sides of him too...

"AAAHAHAAH! Buhut- Hehe lost sO BAHAAD!"

Raph huffed, digging his fingers almost roughly into the grooves of the younger's ribcage. "I know. I was there, Mike. I think ya need a lesson about losin' y'erself.."

The nunchuck-user pulled desperately on his hands, but the weight of his brother kept them pinned. He kicked his legs out, feet slapping on the roof below the two, cheek smushed against the concrete. The elder reached lower and squeezed his brother's side, smirking at the shrill laughter it elicited. "What? 'S not like I'm hurtin' ya. What're ya getting so worked up about?"

Mikey shut his eyes, shoulders bouncing from the force of his laughter. He gasped for breath, writhing underneath his big brother. "NAHAHAH- STOHOP IHIIT! hic! RAHAHAPH! STOHOP! SNRT-"

Amusement lit up the sai-user's eyes at the noise, and he pressed a little harder into the soft flesh of the younger's side. "What was that, huh? Ya tryin' ta tell me somethin'?"

Mikey's laughter went silent for a second, before coming back full force. He bucked and squirmed, trying to push his brother off of him, to no avail. "FAHAHAACK! NOHOT THEHEHEERE!" He shrieked as hands tickled at his hips, and tried to kick at the other.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck, alright? I told ya how many times to shut up, only for ya to keep yappin' about the Shredder losin'. 'Til ya decide to stop talkin', I ain't stoppin'." Mikey let out a high whine, jolting around and cackling. "IHI CAHAAN'T! SNRT- RAHAPH, IT HA- hic! TIHIHICKLES! PFAHAH!"

"Are ya gonna stop?"

"YEHEHE- OHOKAHAHAY! SNRT- OKAYOKAY IHI'LL STOHOP! IHI SWEHEHEAR!"

"Say it."

Mikey cackled, pressing himself into the hard ground as much as he could to evade the tickling. He snorted loudly, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. Raph was definitely the roughest tickler in the family, there was no doubt about that.

"HAAH! IHI- IHI'LL STOHOHOP! I'LL STOHOHOOP! SNRT- PLEHEASE, RAHAHAPH- HEHEHELP!"

Damp eyes squinted open when the tickling didn't stop, meeting what was probably the most complacent face he'd ever seen. "Nah, this is too much fun. Sorry, little brother."

"RAHAAPH! IHI HAHAHATE YOHOUAHAH! HAHAH!"

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They're such brothers- I love '03 so much! ♥️ 🧡

Tickletober Day 13- Win

This is a Rottmnt fic! Also, it was requested by 🎮 🌙 anon!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph, Donnie, Leo

TW!: None!

"Michael! Are you kidding me- That's not fair!"

Donnie sighed, hands letting go of the controllers to the game in his lab, rolling his eyes as his brother cheered. "C'mon, Dee! One more game! I think you might win this time~"

The scientist shot a glare at his cheeky sibling, throwing his head back in frustration against the headrest of the chair. "I.. am not playing this ever again." he groaned, teeth gritted together.

Mikey giggled, watching the other frustratedly get out of his chair, and stomp out of the room.

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"Pizza Supreme in the sky, could he get any more smug?" Raph glanced up from his spot on the floor, face pinched with concern. "Who?"

Donnie smiled, forcing the corners of his mouth up in a maniacal way. "Who? Dear brother, who do you think has been cheating in a game for the past half an hour?!"

"Oh.. Mikey, right?"

His question was answered by an exasperated nod, and the snapping-turtle sighed. "Yeah, he beat me an' Leo at that Lou Jitsu game earlier. Lee got upset and went to go sulk in the kitchen."

The younger crossed his arms, face twisting into a more annoyed expression. "What could we do to take him down a peg?" Raph only shrugged, and Donnie huffed. "Let's go talk to Leo.."

Soon enough, the three were discussing what to do about their menace of a baby brother. After shooting down the idea of many things that would result in insult or injury, the three decided on one thing.

"It's the perfect solution! We get to express our frustrations, bring Mikey's ego down a bit, and we don't even have to start a nuclear war!"

Leo gave the softshell a funny look. "I don't see how tickling compares to a nuclear war.. but whatever seasons your fries."

It was the eldest's turn to stare at his brothers in disbelief/amusement at their choice of language, but nodded along when the pair went over the plan one more time.

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Mikey hummed to himself, happily dicing some vegetables for lunch. He was in such a good mood! Everything seemed to be going his way today. His smile didn't falter when his siblings scurried into the room, assuming they were hungry and waiting for food to be done.

After a couple seconds, Leo came up to him, and pointed towards the lettuce that was laying in front of him. "Hey, Mike? How do you cut lettuce so small?" The slider picked up the leafy plant, turning it over in his hand. "It doesn't look like you can cut it into cubes like the rest of the vegetables." Mikey looked up. "It's not too hard. Want me to show you?"

When the elder nodded, the orange-themed teen took the lettuce back and set it down, holding his knife above the plant to demonstrate. Leo watched intently, and after his brother was done showing him, went to grab the knife. "Can I try?"

He nodded, pointing at the different spots that needed to be cut. Mikey didn't even notice when his other two brothers crept up behind him, only seeing a blur out of the corner of his eye before his arms were being held above his head. "What the- Raph? Don?"

Leo tsked, setting the knife down carefully before shaking his head disapprovingly. "Mikey, my dearest baby brother.." The youngest looked behind him fearfully, anticipation growing in his stomach seeing grins his sibling's had. "You've had it too good for too long. Insulting my video game abilities.."

Donnie interjected. "Cheating in the racing game.."

"And telling me I couldn't 'hot soup' my way into victory against all of the Foot Clan.." Raph added, letting go of the arm he was holding as Donnie's battle-shell took care of that.

Mikey gulped, smiling nervously as giggles penetrated his poor attempt of trying to negotiate. "Wahait! No- you dohon't have toho do this! Ihi didn't mean thohose things! Plehehease-"

But it was too late. Fingers dug into his ribs, sending a jolt of ticklishness up the turtle's body. "EEHEHEEHEEE! NahaAHAT THEhere!" Donnie dug his fingers a little harder into the side of his shell, brows furrowed in annoyance. Raph and Leo soon joined in, the sai-user scribbling over his belly, while the slider went to squeeze at his hips.

The youngest shrieked, body convulsing at the feeling as he squirmed away from the offending hands. "AHAHAHAH! HEHEHELP! PLEHEASE, IHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIHIT!" The hands on his belly hit a sensitive spot, making the poor teen twist away desperately, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms down. "Then maybe you should have thought before you spoke. Really, for someone with such high emotional intelligence, I expected better from you."

Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks beginning to feel sore from the smile forced on his mouth. "SAHAHARRY! hic! IHI'M SAHARRY JUHUST hic! STAHAHAP!" The three just kept on tickling, fingers continuing to attack every spot on their baby brother as he guffawed.

Apparently, the older siblings had not come into the kitchen because they were hungry, and most definitely would be there for a while if they were, as the youngest flailed and kicked and squirmed.

Rottmnt Lee raph spot feet, like maybe his legs are still sore so the next day his brothers get him

Tickletober Day 12- Mischief

This is a Rise fic! Also, a part two of one of my previous writings (which I just edited a lot, because eugh boy..). You don't reaaally need the context to read this one, but it's an option to go see it here. 👇https://www.tumblr.com/savemeafruitjuice/740271394826371072/lee-raph-ahh?source=share

Lee: Raph

Ler: Leo, Mikey, Donnie

TW!: None!

Leo sluggishly entered the kitchen, plopping down in a seat across from Donnie, who was scrolling on his phone. The slider peered around Mikey, who was frying something, then went to put coffee next to Donnie. The softshell glanced up, took his mug, and then gave a sharp glance at his twin. Donnie never was a morning person..

"What, did you not get enough sleep last night?" Leo asked, getting up to pour himself water. "Unamused. Scoff. I am fine." The blue-themed turtle shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. At least that means three out of four of us are good.."

Mikey turned around at that, a concerned look on his face. "Three? Are Raph's legs still hurting from yesterday?" Leo nodded. "I went to go check on him just now. He said he'll be out in a couple minutes, but he doesn't feel better yet. Poor guy."

The box turtle nodded. "He seemed pretty upset that he couldn't finish patrol.."

Donnie suddenly chimed in, not bothering to turn around. "What about your 'tactic' to make him feel better? I thought you said that worked." Leo shrugged, going to sit back down. "It did, for a little bit." The youngest looked at the pair with confusion. "What tactic?"

"Oh, tickling. Always seemed to make us feel better, so I figured I'd give it a shot. His pain didn't go away, but our big bro definitely seemed happier afterwards."

Mikey smiled at that, grabbing some plates, and started piling food on them. "Good idea. But~.." He turned after a couple seconds, carrying food over, and setting them in front of the twins. "You only got that far as one person. How much better do you think it would work with.. three of us?"

The slider grinned. "I like where your head's at.." He thought for a moment as he started to eat, and leaned over the table.

"How about this.."

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Raphael found himself sitting next to Mikey on a beanbag, who had been trying to comfort him, the younger snuggled against him as they watched tv. Donnie, who hadn't really said much to anyone today, was sitting a good distance from him on the other side of the room, tapping away at his wrist.

Just then, the blue-themed turtle walked in, holding a small cup of paintbrushes. "Hey, Mikey?" Said mutant looked up, letting out a hum in response. "You said earlier that I could borrow some brushes for a project I wanted to do. Are these them?"

The two exchanged a glance, and even Donnie looked up, then put his phone down. "I think so. Bring them over here so I can see."

The elder complied, approaching the pair on the beanbag and holding the cup out to the smaller. Mikey took a brush out, touching the bristles before looking back up with a suspiciously energetic smile. "Yep! These are them!"

The orange-banded turtle brought the brush up to his eldest brother's plastron, and started running it along his plastron. "Feel how soft it is Raphie!" Raph instinctively flinched at the feeling, a small smile creeping up his face. "Ihi- I feel it, Mikehey."

Donatello crept over, settling hand on the back of his brother's neck. "Yes, but do you feel it in your heart?" The snapping-turtle squawked, throwing his head back in surprise. "HeeEY!- Whahat- What're youhu guys doihin'?"

Leo squatted on the ground, climbing onto the eldest's calf, and wrapped his arms around his leg, effectively holding the limb down. Raph realized the danger he was in, hands going to grap at his siblings, but was interrupted in his struggles by a burst of his own giggles as his knee was prodded at. "Wahahait! Guhuys, you dohon't have to doho this! Rahaph's okay- HEH!"

Mikey continued running the brush along his belly, swiping it over his side a few times too, while Donnie and Leo both started tickling harder, the softshell at his neck, and the slider focusing on his right leg. After straining for a moment, trying to kick Leo off, the sai-user winced at a new flare of pain in his leg, giving up and settling it again.

He swatted at Donnie's hands, unable to reach the digits that scribbled along his neck, being kept in a crazed-state of squirming at the overwhelming tingling across his body. Leo grinned, going to squeeze at the muscle of his thigh. "This tickle? Huh, big guy?"

Raph arched away from his brothers, face scrunching up in laughter. A snort ripped through the room, causing the youngest to giggle. "Ahaww, is it really thahat bad?"

"GUHUHUYS! SNRK- LEHEHEAVE RAPH ALOHONE!" Donnie smiled, raking the nails of one hand down the red turtle's shell, rewarded with a muffled shriek when Raph clamped a hand over his mouth.

Mikey switched spots, leaving his toso alone to go tickle along his other thigh, the paintbrush providing light, unbearable sensations along with Leo's rougher squeezes. With everything going on, it didn't take long for the snapper to close his eyes, throwing his head to the side as he was lost in laughter.

"Don't worry, Raph. We'll have you feeling better in no time!"

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Urgh, sorry if this doesn't run together perfectly. I'm still powering through with writing, and have time over the weekend to try and get ahead a little. Wish me luck. 💪

Tickletober Day 11- Hug

This is a 2012 fic!

Bro it's so cool to get to write for so many new characters! Alr, enjoy!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Casey

TW!: MILD SWEARING! FEELINGS OF BEING OVERWHELMED! (This turned out to be a little angstier than I initially intended it to be, but it's nothing crazy.)

This is set between season 3 and four. I'll describe a little more under the cut, but beware of mild spoilers!

(Set after the Kraang invasion, but before the crew goes to space. 👍)

"'Sup, guys! Make way for Casey Jones!"

The black-themed teen hopped the turnstile at the entrance of the lair, and nodded a greeting at the sunset duo, who were on the couch. Leo walked in from the kitchen to greet him, and smiled. "Hey, Leo. Where's Donnie? I gotta tell him about my idea for the Shellraiser!"

The blue-banded turtle's smile faltered, and he nodded towards the shut doors of the scientist's lab. "He's.. in there. I don't think he's doing so well, so go easy on him, okay?" Casey nodded, muttering a "gotcha" before making his way to the purple-teen's lab.

Upon opening the door, the raven-haired was met with a clearly upset Donatello, head hidden in his arms on the desk. Casey frowned, taking a more careful approach at confronting him. "Hey, Don. You.. alright? You don't seem too good." Donnie groaned, pressing his face harder into his arms. "No, Casey.. Just leave me alone."

Casey sat on the chair he had been using for the past few days since getting back from the farmhouse, leaning an elbow on the other's desk next to him. "You wanna.. talk about it? We're friends, you know."

The scientist paused, glancing up from his arms, then sighed. "I.. suppose that might actually help.." Casey smiled, scooting his chair to face the other better.

"I guess.. I've just been overwhelmed. I'm always pressured to fix problems, repair broken things, and prepare everyone for everything.. and I have to figure it all out with what I know of science and mechanics. It's gotten to the point where.. I just don't really see it as a passion anymore. More of a.. responsibility."

The smile on the shorter's face was immediately wiped away as he heard the problem, brows furrowing in concern. Crap. He knew about the weight on his friend's shoulders, but for him to start losing his passion for science..

"Don, we didn't know.." He looked down, trying to think of what would comfort the other. "Do you.. need a break from it? I think we could probably manage for a little bit, and you've taught me lots of stuff.." The lanky turtle rubbed at his face, groaning again.

"I don't know.. if I'm not working.. what else do I do? Just sit here, twiddling my thumbs?" he scoffed. "I don't have anything, other than knowledge.."

"Hey- don't talk like that. You're not just a pile of thoughts, you're a super cool dude. None of us think of you as just 'the brainy guy'. You do know that, right?"

The mutant seemed to miss a beat, biting his cheek. "Yeah.." he nodded slowly. "Right, I know that." Casey huffed, rather aggressively wrapping his arm around the other. "Well, just in case you forgot, allow me to give you a few reminders."

Donnie had started to relax into what he thought was a hug, lifting an arm up to hold onto his friend. Not even two seconds later, a choked noise escaped him as that same hand darted for his throat. Instead of being strangled, as his reflexes seemed to have expected, the fingers started wiggling into the side of his neck. The purple-themed turtle let out frantic giggles, chin slamming down on the other's hand, and his shoulders shot up, but it did little to stop the attack.

"Akgh- Cahasey! Whahat the hehehell! Heheh!"

A grin was back on the raven-haired's face, and he kept pressing his fingers along the taller's neck. He brought his other hand up, and rammed his nails into the cartilage of his side, resulting in a shriek from the other. "Heh! Don, you wanna know something?"

The gap-toothed mutant snorted, scrunching up as best he could, arms weakly swatting around. "NAHAH! Ihi- Whahahat?" He managed to speak around his giggles, folding over and slouching dramatically in his chair. Casey laughed, moving to tickle both of his sides at once, short nails running up and down the bridge of his shell. A wide smile cracked the mutant's face, and he tried to wrap his arms around his waist, but the other just reached around him.

Donnie's legs flailed about, and he slapped at the flat surface in front of him. "We all really care about you. If you feel like you need a break, or want to do something different, we'll be there."

Don squealed as his ribs were squeezed, and was soon screeching and begging for his release, as his friend tickled him mercilessly. Even if he could find the proper words to respond, they would be drowned out by his laughter. Casey watched the other's eyes squeeze shut, and shoved a hand up into his underarm.

"GAHAHAH! CahaHAHASE- HIC! NYEHEH! HIHI CAHAHN'T! SNRT- STAHAHAP!"

The black-themed only shook his head, putting on a mock-serious tone. "Not until you tell me how great you are."

"CAHASEY! FUHUCK NOHO! JUHUST STAHAHAP!"

He tickled harder, digging into the indent of his side.

"KGHEHEHEH! NOHO-"

"Admit it."

It took another couple seconds of tickling, and a poke to the hip, but Donnie finally broke.

"AH! OhohkahaHAY! OKAYOKAYOKAY! IHI'M SNRT- GREHEAT! I'M GREHEAT NOW STAHAP!"

Casey smiled, lowering his hands. He patted the turtle's carapace as he giggled, slowly catching his breath. When he did, he leaned backwards, holding onto the ledge of the table to keep from falling, and closed his eyes.

"Johones.. I hate you."

The shorter only chuckled, giving the other a poke in the corner of his armpit. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." There was a moment of comfortable silence, followed by a more careful, "..so, do you think you need to take a break?"

Donnie sighed. "Actually.. I think I was overthinking things a little. I'll be okay.. if I could get a little help here and there."

The hockey-playing teen grinned.

"Casey Jones is your man!"

Tickletober Day 9- Wake Up!

This is a 2012 fic!! Aw yeah!

Shouldn't have any spoilers, so we all good here!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph

TW!: SWEARING! A MILDLY STRESSFUL SITUATION! NIGHTMARE! (None of it is described, but it's mentioned to be disturbing. The start of this is a little heavy though, just a heads up.)

Raph wasn't sure how exactly he got to where he was now. One moment, he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, and the next, he was rushing into his baby brother's room.

He didn't know what had happened, but all he knew was that Mikey was in his room, crying, and that something must be wrong.

It turned out that the youngest was asleep, having a nightmare of some kind. The red-themed turtle audibly sighed in relief at seeing him physically safe, but still quickly made his way over to the edge of the bed to see what he could do.

The freckled-turtle whimpered, tears pouring from his eyes as he continuously shifted around. The elder looked on in panic, latching onto the blanketed figure in the dark and shook him. "Hey. Hey, Mikey! Wake up, you're dreaming.."

The younger started mumbling incoherent words, sobbing in his sleep. Raph climbed into the bed, kneeling over his brother as he felt his forehead. When nothing else seemed to be wrong, he tried picking him up under the arms, hoisting the smaller to lay in his lap.

The sai-user cradled the sleeping turtle to his plastron, watching carefully as his brother's tears stopped, but the pleas and murmured whines kept coming. He readjusted his arms so that he could rub Mikey's shell, holding him by the side to support some of his weight. A grimace formed on the younger's face, and something that sounded like a "Raph" came from his mouth.

"Yeah? What is it, Mikes?"

The orange-themed turtle didn't respond, but one of his hands came to hold onto his brother's arm. Raph spoke quietly to the freckled turtle, the vulnerability of the situation hardly crossing his mind. Mikey needed him, and he'd be damned if he didn't do his best to make things better.

Eventually, the youngest's eyes drowsily peeked open, and Raph rubbed his side as a greeting. Mikey pressed himself into his brother, making a groaning noise as his mind replayed what he had gone through not three minutes ago. Soon, his eyes watered again, and the elder comfortingly rubbed his shell, unsure of what else to do.

He hated seeing the freckled-turtle so upset. It really, really fucking sucked to see his usually happy and silly brother reduced to tears. When Mikey sniffled again, Raph grabbed his other side and hoisted him a little higher so that he was partially sitting up.

"Sniff- I don't.. hic- I don't wanna go back.." Raph frowned. "It's alright. 'Ya don't have to. You're safe, it was just'a dream."

Mikey let out another cry, this time quieter, as he shook his head. The lines between reality and his mind were a blur, but plaguing thoughts of his dream were beginning to be replaced by his brother's uncharacteristically gentle hold.

The younger looked up with damp eyes, and Raph squeezed his side in acknowledgement. Mikey lurched forward, squeezing his eyes shut. The elder got an idea, and curled his fingers into his side again.

"Raha- Rahaph! Sniff- Ihihi-" He was cut off by his own laughter, hiding his face in the elder's plastron. "What'sa matter, Mikes? I dunno why you're laughin'."

Mikey only shook his head, his grip on the other loosening as he recovered from his previous fear. The red-themed turtle's hands instead went to scribble around his upper-arms, and Mikey scrunched his face up, quiet giggles forcing their way from his mouth. The side of his underarm was tickled, and the orange-themed turtle's laughter grew. He wiggled slightly, eyes pressed closed, squeaking as the sensation didn't stop.

"Hic- Raph! Plehehease.. hehe Ihit tiHIHIcklehes!" A small smile appeared on the sai-user's face, and he felt more at ease now that he previous tenseness if the situation had faded. The sound of Mikey's laughter gave the room a more relaxed mood, the noise growing louder when one of the elder's hands dug into his neck.

"Plehease, stohop!" Raph could tell his brother meant it, and slowed his hands, going back to hugging him tightly. "Are ya okay?.."

The freckled turtle nodded, leaning the rest of his weight onto the other, his body relaxing once again. "Yeheah.. Thanks Rahaph.." Raph nodded, closing his eyes as well, the turtles slowly drifting back into sleep.

"Anytime, little brother. Anytime."

Tickletober Day 8- Nuzzles

This is where I give up on finding gifs 👍

For the rest of these, I'm going to be just saying what version I'm writing for, so yeah. On that note, this is a ROTTMNT fic! Maybe I'll color-code each version so it's easier to recognize.. 🤔

Lee: Donnie

Ler: F! Leo

TW!: SWEARING! AN ARGUMENT! (It's only referenced. The rest is just comfort and tickes.)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE MOVIE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT! ALSO, THIS IS NOT A SHIP!

(I'm putting this below the cut because of spoilers, but Future Leo is established to be in the present time with the turtles. I will be addressing him as 'Leon' throughout this.)

Loud techno music blared throughout Donnie's lab. He was curled up in his rolly-chair, sulking as the noise calmed him down a little. All of a sudden, he felt the presence of someone else, and turned around at the same time a knock sounded on his door.

"Hey, can I come in?"

Ugh, it was Leo. He knew it before a word even left his dum-dum mouth. "I don't like you. Go away." There was a moment of hesitation, before Leo called out again. "Did I do something? I didn't mess up a project or anything, right?"

Donnie stopped. Was he just playing dumb to get into his lab again? The scientist made his way to the door, opening it a crack. "No, dimwit- oh. It's you.." Donnie opened his door a little more. "Wrong Leo. My mistake."

Leon glanced at the younger's face. He looked tired, and not just normal Donnie-tired. "Don, how ya feelin'?"

The purple-themed turtle shrugged. "Just.. tired. Don't worry about it." The slider clearly didn't believe him, having had decades of experience reading his twin, even if this one was slightly different. "No, I don't mean physically 'how do you feel'. I mean emotionally. You don't seem to be doin' too good."

"Jeez, I don't like how much you know about me.." he muttered, but let the door open the rest of the way, sighing. "Come in, I suppose. You haven't done anything to upset me. Yet.." The elder walked in, glancing reminiscently around at all of the tech.

"Shelldon, turn the music down by fourty-five percent." The room got a bit quieter, and Leon crossed his existing arm over his chest. "I'm assuming you and little-me got into a fight?" Donnie nodded, and went to sit back in his chair, spinning around twice before turning back to the sword-user.

"He was being annoying, and wouldn't stop trying to make me try his nasty food. So.. I may- or may not, have called him a.. disgustingly-paletted ape.. and said his food looks like shit." Leon forced a chuckle down, nodding. "I see.. Was that all?" The softshell shook his head, pulling his legs back onto his chair and resting his chin on them.

"No.. It got bad, and he told me he didn't like me as long as I didn't like fucking pineapple, and now we aren't talking."

The slider's face fell at the last part, and he shifted his weight between his legs. "Oh. I'm sorry.. did you.. need anything?"

Donnie paused, then spoke softly. "A hug would be nice.."

Leon looked a bit surprised, but moved to the younger and squatted down. When Donnie didn't initiate the hug, the blue-themed turtle wrapped his arm around the softshell, and pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Donnie sighed, and moved to rest his head on the elder's shoulder, relaxing his tense posture slightly. "I'm going to pick you up now."

Soon enough, the purple turtle was being held to his sort-of-twin's plastron, the two sitting on the floor. Donnie was facing away from the other, while Leon's arm was holding him by the torso. "For how smart you are, you really don't know a lot."

Donnie's eyebrows lowered into the start of a scowl, and he turned his head to bite back with an insult, but was interrupted. "One of those things being how much I love you." His face faltered, and a more confused face was present on the scientist. "I don't know what you think you mean to me, but there's one thing you can be sure of. It's about three-hundred times more than you'd imagine."

The softshell let out a quiet noise, not quite sure of how to respond. He was never good at reacting to people when they got like this, but what Leon was saying was something he really needed to hear right now.

"It doesn't matter if it's your Leo, or one in the past, or the future, or in another timeline.. You will always be loved, and nothing in existence could ever change that. I guarantee that he didn't mean anything he said."

All of a sudden, his vision went blurry, and tears were filling his eyes. Donnie reached up to wipe at them, sniffling. "I.. don't know-"

"Trust me."

Donnie wiped his eyes again, his brother holding him as he cried. "Leon.. sniff- Thanks.." The slider smiled, squeezing a little harder. "And.. for the record, I- I love you too.. A lot."

He hugged the elder's arm, and Leon pressed his face back to the younger's neck, and was surprised with a giggle. "Hey, Donnie.. What was that?"

The softshell shook his head, kicking his legs out when the back of his neck neck was nuzzled into again, becoming aware of the fact that he was extremely trapped. "Noho! Lehee- ahahah!"

"Mm, I think you need a laugh."

The turtle flailed, trying to crane his neck upwards in an attempt to push Leon's head away, but all it did was give him time to reach forward and move to his throat.

Donnie let out a a high screech, reaching up to grab at the elder's head. The slider only smiled, but eventually flipped the scientist around, laid him on the ground, and sat on his legs. "Aw, I remember when you were this small! So much easier to hold down than my Donnie.."

Donnie didn't seem to register what he was saying, or didn't care, only shaking his head and giggling. "Heheh! Noho! Lehet mehe goho- youou scoundrehel!"

The elder tsked, and resumed his tickling tactic, this time the focus being the younger's belly. As soon as his face made contact, Donnie exploded into louder giggles, bucking and trying to scramble away.

"You're so ticklish, it's not even funny!" The softshell cackled when a bad spot was attacked, hopelessly trying to pry the weight of a full-grown mutant off of his legs. "Well, scratch that. Maybe it is pretty funny.."

The purple-themed turtle whined, covering his face with one hand, as the other pushed at his shoulder. The elder looked up to make sure he was alright, unfamiliar with a Donatello who didn't do everything in his power to try to kill whoever dared tickle him.

When all the other did was laugh and squirm, Leon took it as a chance to up his game, and pressed a huge raspberry right in the center of his plastron. Immediately, both hands came shooting to the elder's head, slapping and hitting frantically as loud laughter filled the room. "BPHK- NAHAHAHAH! LEHEHEHEOHON!"

Having his head attacked without regard to safety was definitely a lot more like his own Donnie, and Leon instinctively went to hold the smaller's wrists in his hand, holding them up in the air. "GYAHAHAH! GIHIHIVE- GIMME MY HAHANDS BAHAHACK!"

Another raspberry was pressed to his plastron, and soon enough the purple turtle's laughter went silent, slowly losing the will to fight as he turned his head to the side. The blue-themed turtle took it as a sign to stop, and he let go of Donnie's arms, then got off his legs, and smiled fondly at the sight of the younger curling up onto his side.

He reached out to rub his shoulder, and laughed when the younger flinched. A couple seconds passed, and Donnie had calmed down enough to roll onto his back, a happier face than before present on his features. "How do you feel now?" The softshell let out a quiet laugh. "More tired."

"Okay, you know that's not what I meant this time!"

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Weird idea I guess? Never really saw any lee Donnie with future Leo, soooo yeah. 😱

Tickletober Day 7- Fidget

First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?

Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!

Lee: Leonardo

Ler: Karai

TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!

(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)

Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.

Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.

Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.

Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..

Except for today.

For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.

And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.

All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.

"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"

The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.

"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.

"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."

Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.

"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."

The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."

Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."

The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."

Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"

Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."

By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.

"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"

Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"

"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.

"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"

Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!

It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."

The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"

The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"

As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"

"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.

They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.

"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"

"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."

"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"

Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"

Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.

"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"

Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.

"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."

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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! 🎃🌕🪦

YESSSIRRR!!! SO SILLY!

~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜~! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟻: 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟶𝟾𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗…𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚋𝚑 💖👍🏾

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Deehee! PlahaHEASE!! B-Beehee careful!” Raphael squeaked, covering up his face with his arms as Donatello sat on his thighs, tracing the bigger turtle’s sides gently.

“I’m always careful.” Donnie scoffed, now starting to pinch up and down his brother’s sides, “What? Do you not trust me to be?” 

Raph whined through his tiny giggles, shaking his head slightly as he buried his face deeper into his arms, “I doohoo! I-Ihits jUHUST— snrk— Gohohod yoHOU knOHOW already!” The eldest exclaimed as he stumbled over his words, a light and timid blush spreading across his face.

Today— well, this whole week Raph had been in a…mood.

A bad one.

Like, a really really bad one (and you know it’s bad if two really’s are involved). 

It got so bad to the point the red banded turtle literally flinched anytime one of his family members slightly moved their hands…

…So yeah. The mood was hitting hard.

And the alligator snapping turtle soon did realize said mood would only get worse if he didn’t do something about it…

…And as embarrassing as it was…he did ask his immediate younger brother for help. 

But Raphael would’ve deeply appreciated it if the other wasn’t so damn teasy about it! 

Well…maybe. 

“Iiiiii do not. Care to enlighten me?” The softshell hummed, crossing his arms in amusement. 

The older groaned, his blush deepening as his tail thumped against the bed, “Juhust beehee nihice, plehehease…” 

“But, Raphalla…your the one who asked to be ti—“

“AAAHHUGH! SHUHUT UP! IHI. KNOHOW.” The tallest turtle laughed through clenched teeth, hitting his brother with his tail.

The purple banded turtle let out a short 'oof' at the contact, shaking his head fondly as he poked the other in the stomach repeatedly, “I felt that on my battleshell…but most importantly, I felt that in my shattered, discombobulated heart….” The younger fake sniffled. 

“Oho sahahave me thehe theheatrics yohour fIHIHINE?!” Raphael squawked as his little brother dug his hands into his ribs. 

The young scientist let out small 'tsking' noises, shaking his head in fake/mock disappointment.  

“Here I am…tickling you just like you asked and this is how you’re repaying me?!” The purple banded turtle huffed, “What a cruel cruel world we live in…” He said as he made his way to the other turtle’s underarms.

The taller mutant almost immediatley put his arms down at the contact, holding his brother’s wrists as he shook his head in giddy panic, “N-Noho D-Deehee plehehease! Yohou c-cahahan’t—”

“I thought you wanted me to tickle you?” The light golden eyed mutant asked, biting back a smirk to make it seem like he was asking a genuine question. 

Raphael turned his head to the side, grumbling in between his giggles at the very mean remark.

“Then stop your bitch whining and let me do my magic.” The younger giggled, enjoying every singlesecond of Raph’s flustered and giggly state.

His dear older brother asked him for tickles and he was more than happy to deliver them!

But with tickles came teases…and Raph had to understand that.

You wouldn’t have pancakes without Maple syrup, would you?

Well…personally Donnie prefers his pancakes plain (with a small block of butter on top) but you get his point! 

The red banded mutant grumbled to himself again, slowly but surely raising his arms back to cover his face. 

The other teen stifled a laugh, scribbling his nails inside his elder brother’s arms, “G-GahaHAD Ihihi hahate you soHOHO MUHUCH…!” The taller turtle whined through his loud laughs.

“D'aww~! You don’t mean that; you love me~!” Donatello cooed.

“S-ShUHUT UHAHAP! Ihi soHO doohoo NAHahat!!!” The other retorted. 

“Pfft— you love me, Raphalla…just like how you love it riiiiiight…here~!” The younger snickered as he skittered his hands along the sides of the taller teen’s shell. 

Raph arched his back, letting out a loud squeal that shook the whole lair. 

Donnie momentarily flinched back at the sudden ear piercing shrill, but then immediately recovered as he went back tickling the spot.

“WAHAHAIT squeal NOHO snrk DEEHEE STAHAAAHAHAP!! Snrk STAHAP IHIT snrk GOHOHOH snrk SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!” 

“Mmmm…nah. I’m good.” The softshell shrugged. 

Suddenly, loud stomps could be heard from outside the young genius' door. Leonardo and Michelangelo burst into the room, both heavily panting, “WHO FUCKING DIED— oh! Hey, Don.” Leo said as he saw all was well and no one was getting absolutely slaughtered. 

“Oh! Leo, Mikey! How wonderful it is to see you on this very fine day. How are you both?” The second oldest asked as if he wasn’t tickling the absolute hell out of the eldest. 

“We’re fine, Dee.” The slider giggled as he saw the usual calm and collected of the four of them in such a giggly state, “Me and Mikester heard a scream and we thought something was wrong; but now we know your just tickling Raphie— so it’s all good.” 

“Whyhy are you tickling him, though? Did he steal your Atomic Lass action figure again?” The youngest asked curiously. 

“Not this time.” Donatello chuckled knowingly, “Raphie over here has been in a mood for quiiiiite some time now. So he kindly asked me to tickle him.” The purple banded teen said casually.

The two youngest’s exchanged a surprised yet mischievous glance with each other, non-verbally communicating with one another with just their eyes. 

The orange banded turtle put a hand on his hip, squinting his eyes at the eldest, “Waaaait wait wait wait wait…lemme get this straight.” Mikey exclaimed, “You were in a mood…and you didn’t come to me?!”

Raphael audibly gulped as Donnie slowly stopped, “M-Mihihikey ihit’s nohot lihihike thahat—!”

“Oh, no need to sugarcoat, Raphalla. It’s not your fault you like my tickles better.” The scientist interrupted happily as he turned his head to see his younger brother’s shocked and very offended faces. 

Leo let out a small, bitter huff of amusement, crossing his arms as he raised an eye ridge, “You gotta get those grotesque glasses of yours checked, Donathan 'cuz Raph likes my tickles the best! Right, Raph?!”

“Guhuhuys plehehease thihis ihihis soho—”

“HAH! As if. My tickles are as superb and supreme as superb and supreme tickles can get.” The box turtle said. 

“Then how come Raph came to me, hm?” Donnie taunted. 

The art loving turtle growled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves as he walked towards the bed, “WHATEVER! I’ll just have to prove it.”

The second youngest nodded, walking with his immediate younger brother, “Yeah! This is gonna be such a piece of cake and you two will see my tickles are the best.” The red eared slider grinned, sitting next to Raph’s shoulders as Mikey sat next to his ankles.

And good Lord the amount of ghost tickles tingling along the eldest should be so fucking illegal…

“Guhuhuys plehease! W-Weehee cahahan tahalk abohohout thihis!”

“Talk about what~? Talk about how you didn’t ask me for tickle tickle tickles and you asked Mr. Megamind over here instead~?” Leonardo teased as he fluttered his nails over the red banded mutants shoulder spikes.

“IHIHAHAT’S snrk NAHAT squeal THAHAT DEEHEEP— snrk LEEHEEO PLAHAHEASE!!” The chestnut eyed teen cackled, squirming so much his younger brother’s almost leaped in the air.

“Trying to get us off, huh, Raphilee~?” Michelangelo giggled snarkingly, putting one of the eldest’s foot in a headlock as the youngest scribbled mercilessly along it. 

“MIHIHI— snrk! LEEHEEO— snrk!! GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T BREEHEEATHE!!!” The red banded teen cried, banging his fists on the mattress. 

Donatello chuckled evilly to himself, sneaking his hand to Raph’s stomach, “Oooooops~!” The glasses wielding mutant said playfully at the other below him bucked, shrieked and squealed.

The eldest of the four could not believe this was happening to him…

Well, he could. But it was still hard to grasp.

All three of his brother’s were tickling him…all. at. once.

It was the most flustering yet funnest thing to happen to him this week.

And all of this was most definitely helping with his current…mood.

“YOHOHOU snrk GUHUHUYS!! THIHIS snrk TIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Raphael screeched.

“No duh.” The smallest of the four said, tickling Raph’s med arch, “Now~! Wanna admit my tickles are the best~?”

“WEEHEE’RE STIHIHIHILL snrk OHON THAHAT?!”

“Yes!” The scarlet eyed turtle scoffed, “So~? Do you need more convincing or should I go to another spot~?”

The snapping turtle kicked his legs in a result, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back as the youngest now tickled the both of his feet.

Now how the hell was Raph supposed to choose?! 

As embarrassing as it was to admit…he loved all of his brother’s tickles— they were unique and silly in their own way!

Besides, even if he did have a favorite and exclaimed said favorite, the other two would just get offended and tickle him more! 

It was a lose-lose situation and Raphael was not here for it…

The eldest of the four shook his head, his cackles soon becoming giggles as his brother’s slowly stopped. 

“Whahaha…?” He opened his eyes to see his brother’s evilly wiggling their fingers slightly above his absolute worst spots.

Leo at his neck.

Mikey at his shoulder spikes (which the eldest isn’t even going to question how he got there in the first place).

And Donnie at the side of his shell.

Leonardo rested his chin on the red banded teen’s shoulder innocently, batting his eyes dramatically, “Last chance, bro-bro~!”

“Even though we all know you want this either way~!” The softshell quietly commented. 

…What a way to call a guy out…

The chestnut eyed teen whined through his laughter, putting a pillow to his face as his tail wagged like never before…

…He fucking hated how much he was enjoying this…

“J-Juhuhust gehet ohon wihihith snrk ihihat…” The tallest turtle grumbled lowly, his blush becoming so red it blended in with his bandana.

“With pleasure~!” Donnie teased, wriggling his fingers slightly above the sides of his older brother’s shell.

The lime green eyed teen cracked his knuckles dramatically then started to wiggle his fingers fordramatic effect, “Alright~! On my count, hermano’s~!”

“One~!”

“Twooooooooo~!”

“Wait…what comes after two?” The second youngest fake pondered, tapping his fingers on the side Raphael’s neck, making the oldest’s giggles rise more in anticipatory giggles.

“LEEHEEO!!”

“Oh yeah, that’s right~! Three~!” The blue banded teen teased near the tallest turtle’s ear before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his neck whilst scribbling his hand on the other side of the taller’s neck. 

Mikey lightly nibbled Raph’s shoulder spikes as Donnie tickled the sides of Raph’s shell…

And the eldest went ballistic. 

He thrashed and screamed and hollered so loudly his younger brother’s were so sure they were all going to fall off of the bed!

“Hoholy shihihit…tickles that bad, huh, Raphie~?” The scientist snickered.

“NOHOHAHA— SNRK!! PLAHA— SNRK SNRK!!! SHIHIHAHAT! SHIHIT!! PLAHAHAH— SQUEALNAHAHAH!!!” The tallest turtle cackled madly, squeezing his eyes shut again as happy tears started to roll down his face. “PUHUH— SNRK PLEHEASE! YOHOU F-FUHUHUCKIN'— SNRK!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!” 

“Cussing us out, now~?! Wowwww, Raphie~! I knew you wanted tickles but I didn’t know you wanted them this bad~!” The art loving mutant giggled.

“Have you guys got his palms yet?” The red eared slider casually asked as the chestnut eyed mutant’s blood ran cold.

…They wouldn’t.

They wouldn’t…

…Oh, who was Raph kidding?! Of course they would!

Leonardo grinned evilly as Mikey and Donnie shook their heads. The lime green eyed teen gently grabbed his eldest brother’s wrist and scribbled a single finger across his palm.

The older howled with laughter, getting so tired from squirming he just layed limp on the bed. 

“NONONONOHOHOHO PLAHAAAAHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOT— SNRK!! NAHAH YOHOU GUHUYS!!!” The snapping turtle cried out helplessly, his tail wagging like crazy.

“Please~? Please whaaaat~?” Donatello asked.

“STAHAHA— SNRK!! STAHAHP TIHI— HIC!! NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“D'aww~! You want us to stop, big guy~? Are you sure~? Cuz I could do this for hours~!” Leo grinned smugly.

“NOHO! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! IHIHI— SQUEAK! RAHAHAPH GIHIVES!” The large mutant squealed frantically, causing his brother’s to slowly stop the tickling and sit next to his sides.

Raph giggled at the phantom tickles, wiping the happy tears that ran down his face with his thumb, “Yohou hic hic guhuhuys suhuck…” He mumbled.

“Ohhh I see. So you didn’t like it?” The youngest asked, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“…N-Nohoh..Ihi hic dihihid…” Raphael giggled, his tail swishing back and forth on the matress in a happy and relaxed motion. 

“That’s what we thought.” Michelaneglo huffed in triumph as Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

TickleTober Day 6- Cuddles

Lee: Raph

Ler: Mikey

TW!: None!

(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)

It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.

He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.

Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.

So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-

"Mikey, you alright?"

The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"

Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.

Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.

Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.

"What's funny, Raphie?"

Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."

Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there too.

This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"

"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.

Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.

"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"

Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.

"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.

Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"

Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.

Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.

Tickletober Day 5- Boo!

Lee: Raphael

Ler: Master Splinter

TW!: SOME SWEARING!

October was a month that seemed to awaken something in the Splinterson family. Some more than others.

Mikey and Leo both loved decorating the lair and watching movies, Donnie loved listening to halloween music, Master Splinter loved doing festive activities with his sons..

And Raph loved scaring the crap out of his brothers.

Every year, he made it a point to hide in every corner, nook, and cranny, and then practically jump whoever was nearest to his spot. Sure, it annoyed everyone, but it's part of Halloween! Even if it was literally twenty-six days away..

Anyways, that's what he was doing, perched on a pipe above his pops, who was comfortably lounging in the living room, watching his soaps. Was it a bit risky trying to scare him? Yeah.. probably. But was it worth it?

..Maybe?

Raphael timed his jump carefully. He would have to land close enough to his father to startle him, but not close enough to be posed as a threat and get his ass whooped. 'One.. two.. three!'

The sai-user hopped down from his spot, just about to yell his little phrase for when he'd scare his family, but was interrupted mid-jump as Splinter seemed to have already known where he was, and flip him so that he was sprawled across his father's lap, laying on his stomach.

"BOO- Woaah!"

"Good try, my son, but you lack one important piece of knowledge... I have good reflexes." The rat mutant went to scribble over his sides, and Raph's eyes immediately went wide, biting his lip to keep from laughing. His arms went to grab his father's hands, but was immediate stopped by a squeeze to the back of his neck. It was now that he realized how vulnerable of a spot he was put into.

With sharp nails scratching at his side, and his neck, Raph had no chance of holding in the giggles that were bubbling up. "Ahah! Wait juhust'aha secohond!"

Splinter smiled. It was good to see his edgy-son laughing, even if he did need to force it juuust a little. He moved from his side to his shell, thinking about how such bright laughter would usually result from that spot. Almost as if on cue, the red-themed turtle reached to cover his face, though his laughter slipped through his fingers, warming his father's heart to hear the happy sound.

Fingers traced at the scutes of the turtle's shell, and he snorted between his laughter. "Pohops.. Lehehemmehe- SNRT! goho!"

When his son's face was flushed pink, shoulders scrunched and legs kicking out behind him, Splinter decided to give him a break, instead going to wrap his arms around him. Raph snorted again at the embrace, half expecting more tickles, but eventually calmed down, hugging his dad back.

It would've been a strange sight to anyone who didn't know the context of the situation, seeing a huge hot-headed teen cradled in the lap of his elderly father, but neither cared in the slightest. Their lives were strange, why not embrace it?

Tickletober Day 4- Hide and Seek

Day 4! This is my first time writing 2003, (I know, I know. I'm doing a lot of new things this month!!) so please go easy on me!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Donny (This is how his name is spelled in this one, leave me be.)

TW!: SWEARING!

"GOD DAMN IT!"

Donatello sighed, rubbing his face. Whatever noise he just heard, he did not want to deal with. He was just feeling.. agitated today. Call it burnout, too much stress, or whatever you want, but everything just seemed to be ticking. him. off.

He made his way out of the garage, readjusted his bandana, and walked into the living room.

"Are you serious? Not again!"

'Ah, so that was where the yelling was coming from.'

Apparently, Mikey was raging at a video game.. again. He stood up, turned the tv off, and threw his controller across the room, only for it to hit Don in the foot. Just terrific.

"Mikey.."

The youngest startled slightly, turning around. "What is it?" Donny picked up the remote, and looked at it for a moment. Then, surprising the both of them, he chucked it right at his brother's head. Mikey squeaked, ducking just in the nick of time to avoid getting hit. "What the shell, man! What did I do?"

Donny gave his brother a tense glare. "You hit me with the controller.."

Mikey looked at him. He looked pretty angry.. "Oops."

The elder paused. "Just oops? Nothing else?" The orange-themed turtle shrugged. "You have nothing to say for yourself?"

Mikey looked around awkwardly. "Did.. you?"

The elder gave a smile, then nodded gently. "You have a five second head start."

Two seconds were spent processing what was said to him, and the other three, Mikey ran. He quickly rounded the corner, and made his way into the depths of the sewers. An oh-too-sweet voice echoed behind him. "Here I come~" The youngest darted down a tunnel, rushing past tunnels until- THUNK!

"Shit.."

Maybe he wouldn't be found? No.. Donny always knew how to find people. There's no way this was a good enough hiding spot. Why was he even so mad in the first place? It was an accident. A simple mistake. Why couldn't-

"Found you."

Mikey saw the eerie figure of his scientist brother in the arch of the tunnel. Suddenly, his fight-or-flight response was kicked into overdrive, and Mikey was not about to try and win against an angry Donny. He felt against the walls, but they were too smooth to climb. 'Crap.'

One second, the younger was panicking as to what he was going to do, and the next, he was plunged into screechy cackles, writhing on the stone ground. "WAHAHAIIIT, GYAHAHAH! PLEHEASE! IHI DIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IT WAHAHAS AN ACCIDENT!"

Don only tickled harder, fingers digging roughly into his baby brother's sides. "Maybe you should've been paying more attention, huh." Watching the other squeal, Donny couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Maybe he at least deserved an explanation..

He sighed. "Mikey, today hasn't been the best, if I'm being honest. That controller was the last straw, so my apologies for putting you through this." The younger barely even seemed to register what was said, too busy flailing and laughing his head off. "IHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHO, IHIT TIHICKLEHEHES!"

Don smiled a little. He probably wouldn't admit it, but hearing the younger laugh was helping to cheer him up. He moved his hands to instead scribble over Mikey's belly, causing the nunchuck-user to curl up as best he could and let out a giggly whine. More tickle spots were hidden, and it became harder to reach the ones that gave a big reaction. The elder smiled. He wasn't one to do something like this.. but what the hey?

"PBBBBBBBTT!!!"

"NeheAHAHAAAH! DOHOHOHON! SCREHEHEW YOUHUHUHUU!" Yeah.. so much for feeling bad. Donny pressed another raspberry to the younger's neck, giving him more space to dig into his plastron. "What was that? Care to repeat yourself?"

"GYEHEEAAHHAH! FAHAHACK! FUHUCK, IHIHIT TICKLEHES!"

"Cussing too? Has Leo taught you nothing?" He tsked like an impatient mother, gaze hardening slightly as his brother spewed out more foul language. Maybe they'd be here for a while..

"Mikey, until you can manage 3 minutes without swearing, you're going to have to sit here and learn your lesson. It's for your own good."