Yandere SBG X Touch Starved “Tough Guy” MALE! Reader

Can someone please tell me if they see the masterlist and rules at the top of my page?? ...to me, it looks like it's missing-

I really don't wanna rewrite that whole masterlist again 😭

I screamed, i was not expecting to get reblogged- Take your time!!!!

Im calling you out-

@chaoticspeedrun, as a follower (And Turtle lover) You and your art give me flustered panics. My co-writer Grem will also love your page- That is all, thank you<3

-Writer Icy<3

I made this-

Do I regret?? Absolutely not-

Late Night Latte

Modern! Barista! Cedric (the sorcerer) x Fem!College Reader

OKAY OKAY PLEASE DONT YELL AT ME IM SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS, IM WORKING I SWEAR<33333

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Cedric ran his fingers through his dark hair, letting out a soft sigh as he wiped down the last of the coffee machine. The small coffee shop was nearly empty, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of paper. It was 9:50 p.m. on a Thursday, and he was just about to close. His shift was nearly over, and he was already mentally thinking about his plans for the night. Maybe he’d read a book, maybe he’d try something new with his spellwork, but either way, he was looking forward to heading home.

As he wiped down the counter, the little bell above the door jingled. Cedric glanced up, his annoyance already bubbling to the surface as he saw the tired-looking girl walk in. She looked like the type of person who wouldn’t leave until he practically begged her to. Sure enough, she shuffled up to the counter with a yawn and a slight slouch.

"Hey," she mumbled, her voice husky with exhaustion, her eyes half-lidded. "Could I get a caramel latte? Extra shot of espresso."

Cedric forced a polite smile, but he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. "Sure. Anything else?" he asked, trying to hide his irritation. He was so ready to go home.

"No, just the latte," she replied, sliding a few crumpled bills across the counter.

He rang her up with a quiet grumble under his breath, taking the money and turning to make her drink. He had learned to manage his impatience over the years—working with people all day and night had done that to him—but something about this late-night rush always rubbed him the wrong way.

He couldn’t help but notice how the girl seemed almost invisible to the world. Her hair, messy and tied loosely into a bun, matched the dark circles under her eyes. Her clothes were simple and worn, like she was far too tired to care about anything other than getting some caffeine. But even then, she had a determined air about her, like she was pushing through exhaustion with every step.

As he worked, Cedric found his eyes flicking over to her. She didn’t seem like the type who normally came into the shop, but maybe that was because she only ever showed up just before closing. The last few nights, she’d come in, ordered the same drink, and left just as quietly as she arrived.

It became a strange routine. And as Cedric pulled the espresso shots and steamed the milk for her latte, he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked so damn tired. College student? Probably. Working late? Definitely. But what was it that kept her coming back at this hour? There had to be more to it.

Cedric finished making the latte and slid it across the counter with a soft smile, handing her the steaming cup. She nodded, grabbing it without much fanfare.

"Thanks," she mumbled, her tired eyes glancing up at him for a brief moment. "You’re still open tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, same time," Cedric said, his annoyance fading just a bit. She always seemed so lost in her own world, like she was too worn out to engage in much conversation.

"Great," she whispered, then turned and walked towards the door, the bell jingling softly behind her as she disappeared into the night.

Cedric stood for a moment, leaning against the counter. He had no idea what her deal was, but he started to realize he expected her now. It wasn’t just the late-night rush or the tired look on her face. It was something else—a habit forming, a strange connection between them that neither of them acknowledged. It was the ritual of her visits that made the late hours a little less lonely, a little less tedious. She wasn’t just a customer anymore—she was a part of his evening.

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It became a consistent pattern. Every night, just before closing, She would shuffle in, order her caramel latte with the extra espresso shot, pay, and leave. Cedric had even started preparing her drink before she ordered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He still didn’t know her name, but it felt like an unspoken bond—he served her, and she came back.

One night, as she walked in, looking even more worn-out than usual, Cedric gave her a knowing look. She smiled faintly at him, and for the first time, he saw a spark of something more than exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hey," she said, leaning a little more heavily on the counter than normal. "Sorry, I know I’m your last customer every night…"

"Don’t worry about it," Cedric replied, setting to work on her drink. "It’s not like I have anything else going on."

She laughed softly, though it sounded more like a tired exhale. "Same. College life… you know how it is. Late nights, endless deadlines. I swear, I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore."

Cedric gave a half-smile as he slid the caramel latte over to her, a bit more gently than usual. "I get it. I used to be in your shoes. Still am, actually. Just different kinds of deadlines."

She chuckled quietly, taking the cup and glancing at him for a second. "Thanks. You know, I’ve been coming in for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name."

"Cedric," he said, his voice softening. "And you’re Y/n, right?"

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, surprised that he remembered her. "Yeah, wow… that’s kind of sweet. You must be a better barista than I thought."

Cedric smirked a little. "I try."

They stood there in the small, quiet space for a moment, the world outside seeming far away. And for once, Cedric didn’t mind that he was staying a little later than usual.

"See you tomorrow, Cedric," Y/n said with a small but genuine smile.

"Same time?" he asked, already preparing to pour her drink again.

"Same time," she confirmed, then walked out into the night.

Cedric watched her leave, the door closing softly behind her. Maybe he wasn’t just serving coffee anymore. Maybe, just maybe, there was a bit more magic to these late-night visits than he’d first thought.

So, I've recently beat this game called, First Cut, where you play as a mercenary Samurai (or Ronin? Since you looked pretty washed up) you get hired to kill a bunch of bad guys. What made it unique, was that one hit and you're dead, which made it more fun, challenging, and realistic.

Which brings me to this request. I wanna make a request for Gwen, Aurelia, Monika, and Renee (CPC). How do they react to finding out that their sweet s/o used to work as an assassin, a sword for hire when they were still in Japan?

CPC with an S/o who used to work as an assassin or sword-for-hire in Japan

Gwen, Monika, Renee, Aurelia

This was super cute!! I don't know much about Samurai (unless you count TMNT or Mortal Kombat part of it) soooo I hope you enjoy this, I did my best!

-Writer Icy♡

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Gwen

-Shock and Concern: Gwen is initially taken aback, wide-eyed and speechless. She had no idea her kind and gentle partner had such a dangerous past. Her first reaction is to worry about their safety, asking if they were ever in danger or if those days still haunt them.

- Wanting to Understand: Despite the shock, Gwen would want to understand the reader’s past, asking them why they became a mercenary. She’d be genuinely curious but also concerned about how it affected them emotionally.

- Loyal Support: Even with the surprise, Gwen’s love wouldn’t waver. She’d offer quiet, empathetic support, perhaps even asking if the reader ever wants to talk about it or seek closure from that chapter in their life.

Aurelia

- Cool Curiosity: Aurelia might find the revelation intriguing. While still surprised, she’d probably respond, writing something like, “An assassin? That’s impressive, honestly. Did you ever use cool tricks or disguises?”

- Slight Worry: Aurelia would have a lingering concern about whether that life could ever pull the reader back in. She’d hope they’re done with that part of their life and that nothing from their past could come to harm them now.

- Real Talk: Once the worry is over, Aurelia would ask some serious questions, like if they had any regrets or if anyone from their past might try to track them down. Beneath her cool demeanor, she'd be fiercely protective of them.

Monika

- Complete Surprise: Monika would be completely taken aback. The idea of her sweet, loving partner once being a sword-for-hire would feel like a total contrast to the person she knows. She’d probably ask, “Wait—*you*? An assassin?!”

- Fashion Spin: After the initial shock wears off, Monika might focus on the aesthetic side of things, asking what kind of outfits or armor they wore while working as a mercenary. She'd want to know if their sword techniques were as graceful as their presence now.

- Teasing Admiration: She would likely tease the reader a bit about their past, playfully pretending to fear them or jokingly asking them to teach her some sword moves, impressed by their skill and the intensity of their history.

Renée

- Deep Thoughtfulness: Renée would be quiet at first, processing the information carefully. She might ask, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” not out of anger but out of concern for why they kept it hidden.

- Healing Perspective: Renée, being health-conscious and focused on well-being, would ask how the reader feels about their past now. She’d worry if they carry emotional scars or unresolved guilt from their time as an assassin.

- Compassion: She’d offer support, both emotionally and physically, making sure they feel safe and loved despite their darker past. Renée would even suggest meditation or calming practices to help if they have lingering stress from that time.

THE VOTES ARE IN!

I will be doing the Ghost x Fem! Reader angst/comfort fix! Writer Grem is also working on a Donnie angst so be prepared -

Much love!!!

Writer Icy<3

Reblog if you’re bored and you want anons.

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YOUR THE REASoN i STIM SO mUCH

I BLAME YOU CHAOS-

In the quiet

ROTTMNT Leo

Sleepy! Leo x GN! Reader

Fluff/Character comfort

This takes place after the events of the Kraang invasion. Idk why but TMNT been a recent hype fixation (I blame Chaos), and I've just been wanting to write for it until I start getting requests! Much Love!

-Writer Icy<3

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The sound of distant explosions echoed through Leo's mind as he tossed and turned in his sleep. The Kraang invasion replayed vividly in his nightmare: the city in ruins, his brothers fighting valiantly but being overwhelmed, the despair that had clawed at his heart. Raph being taken and Kraang possessed, Donnie's broken battle shell, Mikey's tears- He jolted awake, gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the remnants of panic. It felt real.

For a moment, Leo lay still, staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to shake off the nightmare. The familiar surroundings did little to comfort him, and the images of the invasion lingered in the corners of his mind. Deciding he needed a distraction, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

The apartment was silent, having stayed with his s/o for the night, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Leo flicked on the coffee maker, watching as it gurgled to life, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filling the air. He leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the residual fear.

As he poured himself a cup, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He turned to see his s/o, their hair slightly tousled from sleep, padding out of his room. They gave him a sleepy smile before wrapping their arms around him from behind, resting their head against his shell.

"Leo, what are you doing up?" Y/n murmured, their voice soft and concerned.

He forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd make some coffee."

They didn't buy it. They never did. With a gentle but firm tug, y/n pulled him away from the counter, guiding him back to the living room. They sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside them. "Come on, talk to me."

Reluctantly, Leo sat down, his shoulders slumping. Y/n rubbed his shell comfortingly, their touch soothing the tension that had built up in his muscles. "Was it a nightmare?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Y/n continued to rub his shell, their touch grounding him, bringing him back to the present. "The Kraang invasion," he finally admitted, his voice hoarse. "I keep seeing it... hearing it."

Y/n pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on their shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone, Leo. I'm here for you."

He sighed, the weight of the nightmare beginning to lift as he felt their warmth, their steady presence. "It's just... it was so real. I thought we were going to lose everything."

"But you didn't," Y/n reminded him gently. "You and your brothers fought back. You saved the city. You saved each other."

He nodded again, feeling a bit more at ease. "I know. It's just hard to forget."

Y/n held him tighter, their hand still rubbing soothing circles on his shell. "I understand. But you don't have to carry this burden by yourself. We're a team, remember?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, we are."

Y/n kissed the top of his head before leaning back, coaxing him to lie down with them on the couch. "Let's try to get some more sleep, okay? We'll face whatever comes next together."

As he nestled against them, feeling their heartbeat steady and strong beneath his cheek, the remnants of the nightmare finally began to fade. Their presence was a balm to his troubled mind, and he let himself relax, the tension melting away.

With their gentle touch and reassuring words, Leo found himself drifting back to sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth and love of the one who held him close.

Your not very good at this

Silver the Hedgehog x fem! Reader

Got stuff from the drafts that need to breathe...trust that ive got requests in my inbox, those are being worked on....ANYWAY I finally watched the new Sonic 3 and now have inspiration for writing....

I love Silver....so....

Also reader is Amy's sister...idk I had this idea and thought it was cute... enjoy!!

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Silver paced nervously near the edge of the forest, his silver fur glowing faintly in the afternoon sun. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, all revolving around Y/n, Amy's spirited younger sister. She was kind, confident, and had a contagious laugh that echoed in his mind whenever he thought about her.

Desperate for advice, Silver decided to turn to someone who seemed to know a thing or two about relationships—Sonic. Probably not the best idea...

He zipped into the clearing where Sonic was relaxing under a tree. "Sonic, I need your help."

Sonic cracked an eye open and smirked. "What's up, future boy?"

Silver hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I think I like someone, but I don’t know how to tell them."

Sonic sat up, his smirk growing wider. "Oh, ho, this is gonna be good. Who's the lucky lady? Wait, let me guess... It’s Blaze, isn’t it?"

Silver groaned in frustration. "No, it's not Blaze! Ugh, forget it, this was a mistake."

Sonic, thoroughly amused, leaned back against the tree, hands behind his head. "Aw, come on, don’t get all huffy. Just tell her how you feel. Be honest. And maybe don’t act too jumpy around her?? Might scare her off!"

"Thanks for nothing!" Silver snapped, storming off as Sonic’s laughter echoed behind him.

Silver stopped in the forest, leaning against a tree, his frustration boiling over. He clenched his fists and muttered, "Why did I think he would actually help?"

"Silver?" Y/n’s voice called softly.

Silver froze, his heart skipping a beat. He turned to see her standing a few feet away, her e/c eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay? You looked upset."

He sighed heavily, trying to compose himself. "I’m fine. Just... frustrated."

Y/n walked closer, her curiosity evident. "You sure? You can talk to me, you know."

Silver hesitated before blurting out, "I like someone, but I don’t know how to tell them."

Y/n’s expression faltered for a split second before she forced a smile. "Oh, I see. Well, maybe just be direct. Tell them how you feel. You’re a good guy, Silver. I’m sure they’ll see that."

Silver furrowed his brow, her words sinking in. He repeated softly, “Tell them how I feel…”

Y/n nodded, her smile kind but tinged with sadness. “Exactly. It’s the only way to know for sure.”

Silver’s heart pounded in his chest. Summoning every ounce of courage, he took a step closer to her. “I just did.”

Y/n blinked, confused at first, but as his words registered, her eyes widened. “Wait... what?”

Silver’s face flushed a deep red as he gestured nervously toward her. “I... I was talking about you, Y/n..”

Ruby’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink. “Oh…” she whispered, stunned.

Terrified of her reaction, Silver panicked. In a last-ditch effort to salvage his courage, he leaned forward and pressed a quick, nervous kiss to her cheek. “I... I’m sorry, I have to go!” he stammered before vanishing in a flash of psychic energy.

Y/n stood there, her hand on her cheek where he’d kissed her, her heart racing. A slow, genuine smile spread across her face as she whispered, “You dork...”

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Y/n couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she walked back to Amy’s house. Her fingers gently brushed against her cheek, where Silver’s lips had barely touched. She felt light, almost as if she were floating, the whole interaction replaying in her mind.

When she reached Amy’s place, she opened the door to find her sister sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Amy looked up and immediately froze, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What’s that look for?” she asked, pointing at Y/n’s flushed face and the dreamy grin she couldn’t hide.

“What look?” Y/n said, trying and failing to act nonchalant as she kicked off her shoes and tried to head upstairs.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily!” Amy sprang up, blocking Y/n's path. “That’s not your normal face. You’re blushing! Spill it, Y/n. What happened?”

Y/n hesitated, her smile faltering. “It’s nothing, Amy, seriously—”

Amy gasped, clasping her hands together. “Did someone kiss you? Oh my gosh, they did, didn’t they?! Who was it? Was it someone I know? Was it Silver?!”

Y/n groaned, knowing there was no escaping Amy’s relentless questioning. She sighed and plopped down on the couch, hiding her face in her hands. “Okay, fine! Yes, it was Silver. He told me he liked me and then kissed me on the cheek before disappearing like the awkward mess he is.”

Amy let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, practically bouncing in place. “Oh, my gosh! I knew it! I knew he had a thing for you. He’s been staring at you like a love-struck puppy every time we hang out. This is so cute! You have to tell me everything he said—wait, no, tell me how you feel first. Do you like him back?”

Y/n peeked at her sister through her fingers, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah… I think I do. He’s sweet, and honestly, I’ve kind of liked him for a while now. But I didn’t think he felt the same until today.”

Amy let out another excited squeal and grabbed Y/n’s hands. “This is amazing! You and Silver, my sister and one of my best friends—it’s perfect! You two are going to be so adorable together.”

Before Y/n could reply, a knock at the door interrupted them. Y/n’s eyes widened in panic, her face paling. “What if that’s him? Amy, you answer it. I can’t—I’m not ready!”

Amy rolled her eyes but went to the door, muttering, “You’re such a dork sometimes.” She opened the door, expecting Silver, but instead, Sonic leaned casually against the frame, his signature grin firmly in place.

“Hey, Ames,” Sonic said smoothly, stepping inside and wrapping an arm around her waist. He glanced over at Y/n, who was peeking nervously around the corner, her face still pink. “Well, well, if it isn’t little miss blushy. What’s got you so flustered?”

Amy smacked his arm playfully. “Sonic, don’t tease her. She’s had a *big* day.”

Sonic raised an eyebrow. “Big day, huh? Let me guess… Silver finally grew a spine and told her how he feels?”

Y/n groaned, hiding her face again. “Why does everyone know about this except me?”

“Because Silver’s not exactly subtle,” Sonic said with a chuckle. “He’s been tripping over himself around you for months. Took him long enough to say something, though.”

Amy smirked, leaning into Sonic’s side. “Don’t worry, Y/n. Sonic might be annoying, but he’s right. Silver likes you a lot, and if you like him back, then this is just the beginning of something really special.”

Y/n lowered her hands, her cheeks still warm but her smile returning. “You think so?”

Amy nodded firmly. “I know so. Now, come on, we need to figure out what you’re going to say when Silver shows up again.”

“Wait,” Y/n said, panicking slightly. “You don’t think he’s coming back today, do you?”

Amy grinned mischievously. “Oh, I wouldn’t put it past him. Better be ready, sis.”

Sonic grinned, clearly enjoying the moment far too much. “Oh, Y/n, you have no idea,” he said cheekily, stepping aside and revealing Silver, who was awkwardly pressed against the wall outside, his silver fur slightly ruffled and his face a deep shade of red.

“Sonic!” Silver hissed, clearly panicking. “I wasn’t ready for this!”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Sonic replied with a laugh, patting Silver’s back. Then he turned to Amy and looped an arm around her waist. “Come on, Ames, we’ve got a date to get to.”

“What? Now?” Amy exclaimed, glancing between Y/n and Silver with a sly smile. “You’re leaving them alone?”

“Exactly,” Sonic said with a wink, already pulling her toward the door. “Have fun, lovebirds!”

Before Y/n could process what was happening, Sonic had pushed Silver into the house, the door closing behind him with a loud click. The sudden momentum sent Silver stumbling forward, and Y/n instinctively reached out to steady him, her hands gripping his forearms to keep him from falling.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Y/n looked up, her wide ruby-red eyes locking with Silver’s golden ones. They were close—closer than she had expected—and the air between them was charged with nervous energy.

Silver swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Hi.”

Y/n blinked, her cheeks flushing an even deeper pink. “Hi,” she replied softly.

They stayed like that for a few moments, neither knowing what to say or do. Silver’s hands hovered near her shoulders, unsure if he should step back or hold on. Y/n’s grip on his forearms tightened slightly, her heart racing so fast she thought it might burst.

“I—uh—” Silver started, then stopped, his brain failing him completely.

Y/n’s lips quirked into a nervous smile. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Silver groaned, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “Not at all.”

Her soft laugh broke the tension slightly, and she finally let go of his arms, though her hands lingered just a second longer than necessary. “It’s okay. I think it’s kind of… cute.”

Silver’s eyes shot open, and he looked at her with a mixture of hope and disbelief. “You do?”

She nodded, her smile growing. “Yeah. But you don’t have to be so nervous, Silver. It’s just me.”

“That’s the problem,” Silver muttered under his breath, though Ruby caught it. She tilted her head curiously, but before she could ask what he meant, Silver took a deep breath, his hands finally resting lightly on her shoulders.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “I… I meant everything I said earlier. I really, really like you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay, but I just needed you to know.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, his sincerity and vulnerability written all over his face. Slowly, she smiled, her voice soft and warm. “You’re such a dork, Silver.”

His face fell slightly. “Oh… right. Yeah, I—”

She cut him off by stepping closer, kissing his cheek and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “But I like you too,” she whispered against his shoulder.

Silver froze for a moment before his arms slowly came up to hug her back. His face was beet red, but a smile broke out across his face as relief and happiness washed over him.

Outside, Sonic and Amy peeked through a window, grinning like proud matchmakers. “Told you this would work,” Sonic said smugly.

Amy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her own smile. “Alright, alright. You were right—for once.”

HII!! I was wondering if you take requests currently, and if you do i had a really kinda cute platonic tmnt request. Could you do the bros and splinter with a young reader maybe like 7-10, and they go out to like Central Park at nighttime and reader decides to make flower crowns and sings like a lullaby their brother taught them? If this is too much or not something you wanna write I completely understand. make sure to drink water, eat food and have at least a half hour of social interaction today!

Central Park Lullaby

2012 TMNT brothers + Splinter x Child! GN! Reader

Sooo...there was no specific version and I went with my original favorite. I also put my own spin on how readers brother isn't around anymore. I really actually love writing for TMNT often and would love more requests for it🙏😭

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The chilly night air in New York City was crisp, carrying the faint scent of grass as the turtles and their new little sibling wandered through Central Park. The city’s noise was distant, muffled by the trees and the soft rustling of leaves. The young reader, barely 8 years old, trailed slightly ahead, their small hands gathering fallen flowers and weaving them together.

“Are you sure it’s safe to be out here?” Leo asked, glancing over his shoulder for any signs of trouble.

“It’s Central Park at night, Leo,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. “Nothing here’s scarier than us.”

“Speak for yourself,” Mikey chimed in, crouching down to inspect a dandelion. “This flower is terrifyingly cute. Hey, can I eat it?”

“No!” the reader exclaimed, clutching their collection protectively. “I’m making crowns. Don’t eat my flowers!”

Splinter, standing nearby with his staff, chuckled softly. “Michelangelo, perhaps you should leave the flowers for more noble purposes than your stomach.”

The turtles laughed, and the young reader smiled, plopping down on the grass to start weaving their floral masterpieces. They hummed softly, the melody delicate and comforting.

“What’s that song, kiddo?” Donnie asked, sitting cross-legged beside them, his bo staff resting on his shoulder.

“It’s a lullaby,” the reader replied, their fingers deftly working the stems together. “My brother taught it to me before he—” They paused, their voice trailing off. The turtles exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Well, it’s really pretty,” Mikey said quickly, flopping down beside them. “Bet it’s even cooler when you sing it out loud!”

The reader hesitated but, encouraged by Mikey’s grin, began to sing softly. Their voice was light and sweet, filling the quiet park with warmth. Even Raph, who usually teased, leaned against a nearby tree, listening quietly.

Splinter stepped closer, his heart aching for the child who had wandered the streets alone until they had found them. He placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, and they looked up at him with a shy smile.

“You are very talented,” he said warmly. “Your brother would be proud.”

“Thanks,” they murmured, focusing back on their crown. When it was finished, they stood up and placed it on Leo’s head. “Now you’re a king!”

Leo blinked, his serious demeanor faltering as his brothers burst into laughter. “Uh, thanks?”

The reader giggled, quickly making another crown and placing it on Splinter’s head. “And you’re the sensei king!”

Splinter bowed slightly. “It is an honor.”

One by one, the turtles received their own flower crowns, each reacting in their unique way—Mikey posing dramatically, Donnie adjusting his to sit just right, Raph grumbling but secretly liking it.

The night went on with laughter and warmth, a rare moment of peace for the group. As the reader settled down in Splinter’s lap, their small voice sang the lullaby again, quieter this time. The turtles surrounded them, a protective circle, their family bond stronger than ever.

For the first time in a long while, the reader felt safe.