Insomnia chp 20 -final-Insomnia chp 20 -final- by Fulcrumisthebomb
Two Months Later
"Thought 'bout what Leo said?"
Donatello glanced away from the van's motor in irritation. He and Raph had returned home early from an uneventful patrol, and were enjoying their time alone together.
Or, they were, until Raphael brought that up. Donnie sighed, rubbing his face and unknowingly smearing the oil on his forehead.
"I know it's taking an extended amount of time for me to get comfortable with the idea of including Mikey," Donnie said apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm working on it, I really am-,"
Raphael snorted a laugh. "Don't gotta be sorry to me. I was just wonderin'."
Donnie sighed again, resting against the bumper dejectedly. He'd expected the gentle nudging from Leo, but not from Raph. "I'll sit down with Mikey tonight and-,"
"Hey, Don, relax," Raphael chuckled, leaning forward to rest an arm around his shoulders. "I ain't in no hurry, trust me."
"What?" Donnie shifted to look up at him, confused. "
ConsequencesTitle: ConsequencesConsequences by g33kg1rl-RxD
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles.
Summary: Leatherhead loses control again and Donatello happens to be in the way.
Red. It was under his claws, running down his fingers and drip, drip, dripping to the floor. He stared at it, his body perfectly still. This wasn't right. It was wrong. Why was this here?
The fog faded from the sides of his vision and he turned, staring at Donatello as he tightened his mask around his arm and used his teeth to tie the ends. The purple darkened suddenly, spreading outward and lengthening before it seemed to still, damp and heady, the thickness of blood hanging in the air between them.
"Donatello...." his tongue felt heavy, uncoordinated.
He smiled at him, a knot between his brows but he smiled to him and waved him off, "I'm all right, really. It's just a scratch." Donatello pressed his arm to his chest. It
TrustPairing: Leo/ DonTrust by GemiDonnie
Warnings: Very vague hints at turtlecest.
He looked at it intently, aware of the green head under it.
Aware of the coffee black eyes that were now reading, aware of the glinting blade in his hand.
Aware of every single thing that could go wrong.
Don didnt even glance at them as the apple pieces fell to the ground; instead he smiled softly towards Leo, before turning back to his reading.
Leo grinned to himself, and placed another apple on Dons head.
This, he decided, was the perfect example of complete and unconditional trust.
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