TMNT-Tea for TwoLeonardo awkwardly sat down in front of the little girl, his eyes continuing to dart to the mutagen that sat to his left. The little girl beamed, pleased she could get a...guest...? like him to join her for tea time. What will his brothers think?TMNT-Tea for Two by FlashyFashionFraud
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Though, after a moment of pretend with the girl who he still couldn’t recall her name if she had given it to him, the play time itself actually wasn’t as bad as he thought. Growing up with all males, suddenly playing with a little girl was a bit...refreshing from all of the wrestling and violence that constantly went on in the lair.
“Mr. Turtle?” Leonardo found himself lost in thought.
“Mr. Turtle?” The room had dolls, flowers, everything a little girl could ask for. Nothing that stood out to him that he was used to, like pinball machines, a punching bag, comics…
“Daddy?” Leonardo was snapped from his thoughts and he gazed down to find, instead of the little girl he had once met all those
TMNT-Beauty and the BeastTMNT-Beauty and the Beast by FlashyFashionFraud
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"Come on, Pumpkin, it's time for bed."
"No!" The little girl squirmed in Donatello's arms. The mutant only smiled as he walked into his daughter's room, holding onto the toddler tight enough to where she wouldn't fall but lightly enough so he wouldn't hurt her.
"Please, Maggie?" Magdalene pouted, her hazel eyes sadly frowning up at her father. His daughter was three years old and, as much as she loved to nap and sleep, it was hard to get her properly tucked in every night.
"Ah, I know what will get you to sleep," he said as he sat her down on her yellow bed. "How does a bedtime story, sound?"
The little girl's big eyes grew wider and she grinned, her dark ginger hair falling into her eyes. Donatello walked over to her bookcase and scanned the spines. What story hadn't he told her yet? Sleeping Beauty? No, April had already read that to her. Snow White? He was pretty sure he had read that to her twice. Pinocchio? Oh, no, that scared her last time.
Finally, his eyes were drawn to a spine
Palemates [Dave/Karkat]You try to hate him, you really do. Insults are flung day in and day out, faces backhanded and punched and bruises forming, but then you end up crying into his shoulder again.Palemates [Dave/Karkat] by L33o
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It's not even your moirail's shoulder.
You can't hate him, you absolutely can't. And that's probably the reason you've always managed to end up sobbing your heart out, undoubtedly over something stupid you can't remember, hiccuping and chirruping into his hood-cape and clutching desperately at his shirt. He's always been there for you, though, rubbing your back and petting your horns and kissing your hair, and you never have the willpower to push him away. Every chirp and peep that finds its way out leaves you pressing your face further into him, face flushed from both all the crying and the embarrassment of making such noises.
He tells you to let it out, cry and whimper and everything else, and you can't help but do it. You murmur into his shoulder everything you want to say, have said but want to r