TMNT-Healing TouchThe rain whipped at April O'Neil's face as she and her best friend dashed over roof tops to escape from the wrath of the Kraang bots after them. They had been in a chase after the five of them had taken back the power cell and had all split to keep the Kraang busy. She and Donatello had lost the others blocks ago and they weren't even sure if they were being followed. But they didn't exactly want to slow down to find out.

April's apartment came into view and the red head had to will herself to keep going. Donatello swept her up in his arms and they flew across the way and went crashing through the unlocked window.

The rain poured in, soakin

TMNT-Uncle Raph"Remember, she's very attached to her bottle so if she starts crying give that to her. Most of the time that'll get her to quiet down."

"Are you sure I can handle this?"

"Yes. Also, make sure her milk isn't too hot where it scalds her. But make sure it's not too cold. She's a bit picky about the temperature of her bottle so you might have to experiment with it a bit. I hope you don't mind."

"Maybe I should scald you."

"Raph, please take this seriously. I get you'd much rather be with Leo or Mikey right now but we really need you to do this."

"Why couldn't you get Leo again? Or Mikey? Splinter?"

"Because Splinter isn't comfortable with c

TMNT-WarmThe rain fell hard in New York City and April and Donatello had nearly gotten out of a fight with the Foot Clan alive. Everywhere they turned, there was another member. Here. There. Everywhere. It was intoxicating and the rain seamed to make it seem as though there were twice as many members than there were.

April felt herself be tugged through a hole and into an abandoned warehouse. Outside she could hear the footsteps of the Clan race by each and every way. She shivered, feeling the water run over her body like icy fingers.

The boxes and crates gave her no warmth. No light. Just dust, cobwebs and the cold. The cruel, cruel cold. The red h

TMNT-The Things He Did for LoveDonatello blinked, trying to understand what April O'Neil was asking him. He had been caught up in drawing out blue prints for his latest and greatest invention when the red head had come over, wrapped her arms around his neck and asked the question.

"Really? Do you think we're ready for that?"

It had been years since he, his brothers and April had defeated the Kraang. Not much longer after that, April had begun to return Donatello's feelings and years of happiness sped by. Now they were two young adults at the prime age of twenty one living on their own in an apartment in a high loft in the heart of New York City.

It had taken a lot for A

TMNT-SickTo Donatello, there was nothing worse than a cold. Nope. Nada. Zippo. It meant he couldn’t go on patrol. Meant even working on an invention would send him into a massive migraine. Meant training would make him run to the bathroom needing to puke.

So all in all, he couldn’t do anything he loved. Splinter forced the mutant to either lay in his room or on the couch pretty much doing nothing until he got better. And when Donatello got sick, he was sick for a while. And he’d always have all the symptoms. Fever, chills, nausea, name it and he probably had it.

Laying on the couch, Donnie stared up at the ceiling of the lair bundl

TMNT-Reckless"Donnie...you can put me down."

"Nope."

"Come on, Donnie. This is embarrassing."

"Don't care."

"This isn't fair."

"You have no right to declare what is and isn't fair."

April O'Neil struggled in Donatello's grasp, but she knew it was no use. The mutant had her over his shoulder and pinned her legs to his plastron so she couldn't make a run for it. The teenager sighed and rested her elbow on his shell and cheek against her hand.

"Donnie, let me go. I can walk."

"Nope. You had your chance."

"Donnie, I'm not a little kid. You don't have to babysit me."

The mutant ninja stopped in his tracks. April immediately regretted uttering her las

TMNT-ComfortDonatello looked over the screen of his T-phone in concern. He scrolled down his texts and calls to his best friend, but he hadn’t heard from her all day. Which was odd, for April O’Neil. Even when she was busy, she made time to reply to him. So he didn’t understand why she wasn’t that day.

Even when the next day passed and he didn’t hear from her, he knew something must be terribly wrong. His brothers told him to not worry about it, that she was probably busy living her ‘normal’ life. But Donatello couldn’t just sit around.

The apartment belonging to April’s aunt came into view and the

TMNT-Paper Planes

As much as Donatello loved his brothers, they often got on his nerves. Between the constant bickering, play fighting, and fussing about what he was inventing next, Donnie had enough. Especially with the invasion of his privacy with April.

He supposed he didn’t blame them. With Donnie’s crush on the human female, his brothers constantly found some way to tease him. Even down to the messages he got from her on his T-Phone. They weren’t anything bad but his brothers didn’t exactly understand or value the word ‘privacy.’ If they noticed a message from the girl, no matter what context she meant what she said in

TMNT-Hands

Life with three fingers on each hand had always been a bit difficult for Donatello growing up. As a scientist, how bulky his digits were always got in the way and it was hard to grasp some items with the way they were shaped. But because he had grown up with his hands, he never thought much about them.

He never thought much about them, that is, until he met April. Compared to her, his hands were monstrous. They were big and bulky and so...deformed compared to the soft palms the female had, how perfectly shaped the digits of her fingers were and how neatly groomed she kept them.

Around April, Donnie felt very self conscious about his hands.

TMNT-Practice Makes Perfect It's been six months since April had joined the boys below the surface, six months since her father had been kidnapped and six months since she had started training with Master Splinter. Donatello couldn’t believe how fast the six months had flown by snd already how talented of a ninja April had become.

Donatello liked to take some time off from inventing and building to watch Master Splinter and April from the shadows. She had grown so strong and fast, but no where near as good as him, his brothers and the rat they called their “father.” But he still admired how much determination she had while fighting. It was like her

TMNT-Healing Touch (Alternative Version)It was cold and rainy when the frantic knocking came from April O'Neil's window. It was the dead of night and the red head froze from fear. Was it The Kraang? The Foot Clan? Had one of them found her?

After a moment of the frantic knocking, April got the guts to get up and grab the baseball bat from underneath her bed. She crept to the glass, waiting for it to be plowed in. For bots to be crashing through or ninjas to attack her from every direction. But nothing came. Only the sound of knocking continued.

April glanced through the glass and gasped. She opened the window and Donatello came crashing into her room. She shut the window before t

TMNT-Operation: Pay BackLight footsteps could be heard shuffling down a main tunnel towards the turtle's lair. The mutants, now young men in their late twenties, stood on guard as the sound grew closer and closer.

Upon realizing which tunnel it was coming from, they relaxed and waited for their visitor. A ten year old girl with brownish red hair walked into view. Her feet dragged across the ground and her reddish brown and blue eyes were lowered to the floor. She dragged a back pack in her hand, hardly caring about the condition it would be in later.

"MAGGIE!"

The little girl was scooped up into the tight embrace of Michelangelo. The mutant spun her around and cr

TMNT-Sakura TreeThe floor boards creaked underneath Raphael's feet as he ascended the stairs to the second floor. He sighed, feeling soreness in his muscles and exhaustion in his bones.

It had been a long day and he just wanted to pass out in his bed and sleep for a couple of years. That'd be great. Instead, he made his way up wooden, creaky stairs to the second floor of Donatello and April's house to where a small voice was urgently calling his name.

Raphael walked down the hall and entered a room with a white door. He was met with a room created by pastel yellow walls and a large circular carpet on the floor. His eyes naturally went to the small bed in t

TMNT-Origami

In the midst of stress, fighting, and three annoying mutants, Donatello and April liked to wind down together by making one thing April had never learned to make until she had met the turtles: origami.

When the purple clad ninja discovered she had never tried origami before, he immediately taught her the basics of paper folding. Honestly, April didn't really have much interest in learning how to create the paper art, but she couldn't resist the pleading eyes of the one mutant she had a soft spot for. And in the end, origami ended up being the one stress reliever the red head truly needed.

April and Donatello would spend hours together just

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The whole time Marshall Lee had known Fionna, he had always wondered how it would feel to hold her. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Touchy Feely. He was used to getting hit with her fist or kicked in some way. Even the occasional high five. But since he started having feelings for the adventuress, he couldn’t help but wonder how she’d feel against him.

Rough? Hard? Sweaty? Dry? Sometimes the Vampire King tried to brush past her to get a good idea but a brush wouldn’t be enough. He supposed he could ask for a hug, but he was a thousand year old vampire and had to keep up his reputation. He didn’t want word to get out that he was getting soft. Cause he wasn’t.

But Marshall’s curiosity eventually got the best of him. He tried to find ways to get her to hug him, run into him, anything so he could get an idea on what it’d be like to hold her. Touch her. And the vampire always got his way. Always.

To the vampire’s frustration, nothing he did worked. He tried tripping her, but she always righted herself up with her sword before he could catch her. He tried to have her get scared enough to reach out to him, but she never did. He tried to find her when the stupid Gumwad broke her heart so she could lean on him for support, but he was always too late.

So when the day came where Fionna fell from climbing the tree fort one day and into his arms, Marshall wasn’t sure what to expect. Her force made them tumble to the ground and roll down a hill. She held onto him tightly, her head buried in his chest.

If Marshall’s undead heart could, he was sure it’d be thumping in his chest. He stared up at the sky, his hand on the blonde’s shoulder who still clung to him from the fear caused by the drop. She wasn’t rough. Not by a long shot. Nor was she hard or sweaty or dry.

Marshall took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and closed his eyes. She wasn’t any of the things he thought she could be. He was dead wrong. Instead of being rough or hard or sweaty or dry, she was soft. So, very soft. And he adored it.

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~HissingRaven May 22, 2013 New member Professional Interface Designer

This was so eeeeeeeeeee I love the twist in it.

~FlashyFashionFraud May 22, 2013 Professional Writer

I'm glad.

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~HissingRaven May 22, 2013 New member Professional Interface Designer

Your welcome and it was so funny how he thought she would be sweaty or dry.

~FlashyFashionFraud May 22, 2013 Professional Writer

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~paperandpencilisme Feb 27, 2013

Please continue the story!!!

~FlashyFashionFraud Feb 27, 2013 Professional Writer

I'm sure I can write a sequel for this. XD

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