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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 two.

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 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!"

NEW THEME NEW PFP AHHHHHH 🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵💙🩵🩵

YESSIRRRR!!!! 🤠🩵✨💙✨🩵✨💙✨

Wha-....…..

WHERE'D THEY GO?!?! 🙀🚪

My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.

One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.

IN LOVE WITH EVERYTHING YOU WRITE!!💖🎃💖

🎃Tickletober🎃

Day 1- Anticipation

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

Donnie's an evil older brother, so of course he has to make things difficult for Leo! He shouldn't have been in his lab in the first place.

Everything's gonna be days late. I got hit by a fucking hurricane, lost power for a week, and had my entire property destroyed °v°

“Give that back you gremlin!” Donnie hissed, shoving back from his desk and leaping to his feet as Leo jumped back, holding his screwdriver with a taunting smirk.

“Actually I'm a turtle,” Leo teased with a smug grin, “Wow, and you're supposed to be the smart one!”

“You-!”

“Me!? I already know I'm the smart one!” Leo laughed, jumping away when Donnie lunged for him.

“Give it back, Leo!”

"Nah, think I'll keep it,” Leo grinned, “Buuut I'll give it back on one condition!”

“And what's that?” Donnie asked, beyond exasperated and wanting to get back to working on the drive.

“You leave your lab for a few hours and eat dinner,” Leo said, and watched in real time as Donnie's face shifted into an even angrier glare.

“I have work to do!”

“Guess you don't need this for it!” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out at Donnie and sprinting for the door.

“LEO!”

Leo yelped as a weight bearled into his shell, making him crash onto the floor. He quickly flipped over, shoving the screwdriver in the pouch on his back and grinned triumphantly.

“Try and get it now!” Leo taunted, laughing at the fed up look on Donnie's face.

“Give it back,” Donnie hissed, snatching Leo's wrists into one hand and trying to roll his most annoying brother over.

“Leave the lab then!”

“No!”

“Then cowabummer bro, you're not getting it,” Leo said firmly, and he could see Donnie thinking up a plan.

“You're going to give it back,”

“Only if you leave the lab,”

“I think I can change your mind,” Donnie said with an evil, mad scientist grin.

“Sure,” Leo said, rolling his eyes and grinning cockily, “I'd like to see you try.”

His arms were suddenly pinned above his head, robotic arms having come from Donnie's battle shell to pin them.

“This won't work!” Leo said frantically, eyes widening as Donnie did a corny evil scientist laugh.

“Then suffer!”

Leo squirmed violently as Donnie raised his hand high above his stomach, wiggling his fingers menacingly.

“Donnie- don't!” Leo squeaked, squirming and kicking his legs to try and get Donnie off of him.

“The screwdriver!”

“Not till you leave the lab!”

“Fine then!”

And Donnie's hand shot down. Leo squealed, his eyes scrunching shut and giggling loudly.

Nothing.

He peaked one eye open, seeing Donnie's hand where it was before, but moving slowly down, his fingers wiggling.

“Donnie- DohohoHOHOnie!” Leo giggled frantically, squirming and arching around.

He squeezed his eyes shut as Donnie's hand almost touched his stomach, squealing loudly and gigging hysterically.

Again- nothing!

Leo's eyes shot open and he gasped as he saw Donnie's hand high up in the air again.

“Juhuhust gehehet ihit ohohover- snrt! Wihihith!” Leo exclaimed between his frantic giggles.

“I haven't even done anything yet, calm down,” Donnie said with a smirk, and started slowly lowering his hand again.

Leo squealed, doubling in his frantic squirming and laughing and kicking frantically.

He looked at Donnie's hand, glaring through the flush on his cheeks as he saw it was back where it'd begun.

“What's wrong, 'Nardo? What's so funny to you?” Donnie teased meanly, wiggling his fingers and grinning as Leo giggled more.

“StahahAHAp! Juhuhust do ihit ahahalreheheady!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically.

“Just give me my screwdriver already!” Donnie retorted, moving his hand slowly towards Leo's stomach.

“NO- NOHOHO! SNRK! DOHONNIE!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in hysterics as he squirmed and cackled.

Donnie grinned, lifting his hand back up, “I'm going to do it this time! I'm going to tickle your wittle ticklish tummy!”

“DOHOHN'T SAHAHAY THAHAT!” Leo squealed, face turning bright red in embarrassment and squirming around violently as Donnie's hand got closer and closer to his stomach.

Leo's squeezed his eyes shut, then squealed when he felt hands scribbling along his underarms.

“AHAHA- WHAHAT!? YOHOHOU SAHAHAID-!” Leo cackled, squirming as Donnie tickled his underarms.

“Oh you're going to get it now!” Donnie threatened, slowly tickling down Leo's ribs and making the slider squeal.

He was right about to tickle his stomach, and Leo was squirming violently and cackling and snorting frantically.

And then Donnie started pinching at his thighs instead.

“DEEHEHEHE! STAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, drumming his feet on the floor and laughing loudly. His hands flapped from where they were trapped.

“Stop what? Didn't you tell me to get it over with?” Donnie said meanly, pinching Leo's hips and making his younger brother shriek.

“DAHAHA- YOHOHOU! NAHAHA- EEEE! DOHOHOHOHNNIE! SNRT!” Leo screamed, cackling like mad as Donnie tickled his hips.

Donnie grinned as Leo's eyes squeezed shut and he lightly skittered his fingers over Leo's belly.

“AHH- AHHAHAHA! DEE- PLEHE- EEEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!” Leo shrieked, the ticking sensation across his tummy made a thousand times worse from all the anticipation of being tickled there.

“I CAHAHAN'T! STAHAHAP! OHOHOKAY!” Leo squealed, “YOHOHOU CAN SNRT TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!”

“I dunno,” Donnie mused, skittering his fingers all over Leo's tummy as he shrieked and squealed with laughter, “How do I know you won't take it back?”

“I WOHOHON'T! I WOHOHON'T! PLEHEHEASE! DAHAHANNIE! PLE- SNRK! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, snorting loudly between his laughter.

“Fine,” Donnie relented, not wanting to accidentally kill the slider, “But one last thing!”

“Wha- OHOHOHO MY PIHIHIHZZA SUHUHUPREHEHEME! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!” Leo screamed as Donnie started blowing raspberries all over his tummy.

Donnie drew back as Leo's laughter had started going silent and wheezing, and he grinned at the slider, “You alive?”

“Noho! I'm dehehead!” Leo said dramatically, curling up as his hands were finally freed.

Donnie took the screwdriver from the couch, tossing it onto his desk with a smug look and bringing Leo a bottle of water from the mini fridge underneath it.

“Will you come up for dinner with us? For your favorite twin you almost killed?” Leo asked with puppy-dog eyes.

“Ugh- fine,” Donnie groaned as Leo cheered, “This is not good for my bad boy image.”

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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠?

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

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 <𝟹

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“Remind me why I’m here again?” Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brother’s room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “I have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.” 

“Oho yeah?” Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, “What work?” 

Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, “Just plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why I’m here so I can be on my merry way.” 

“With pleasure.” The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, “Y'know that since The Invasion I’ve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?”

“I’m aware.” The older nodded. 

“Well, Barry’s been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much I’ve improved!” Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.

The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, “So…where do I come to play in all of this?” The softshell asked.

“I wanna test how good I’ve gotten! And you’re the perfect person to test this tactic on.” The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, “And besides, you’ve been grumpy all week…you need this.” He mumbled to himself.

The scientist cocked his head to the side, “What was that last part?”

“Nothing!” The youngest said innocently, getting two feather’s from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand. 

“…Feathers.” Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.

“Feathers!” Mikey repeated. 

“…So…I’m just going to hold up these feathers for…how long?” The elder asked.

“Just hold the two feathers up and I’ll take care of the rest!” The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box. 

The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.

Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brother’s other side.

The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. “I-I did— GHK! I-I did no— HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!” He seethed. 

“Uhuh…yehes you did.” Mikey snickered, “I’d advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.”

“A-And why— ACK! Is that?!” Donatello glared.

“Well you see…if you put your arms down I’d have nooooo choice but to take the feathers you’re holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!” The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?!” The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, “Mikey I hAVE w-work to do and I— AUGH!!!” He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating feather’s made their way to his ribs. “Nohoh! Cohohome ohan!!” 

Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.

The softshell had work to do! He didn’t have time for these foolish games…!

But underneath his cursing and scowls…he really did enjoy this— I mean whaaaaat…? Now who said that?!

“Ihi HAHATE YOHOU!!” The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the feather’s across his underarms, “YOHOU’RE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!”

“Is it really~?” The box turtle hummed. 

“YEHES! YEHES IHIT— hic IHIS!” The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two feather’s he was once holding now on the floor. 

“Uh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!” The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.

“Now~! Where should they go~?” The smaller turtle teasingly asked.

The young genius shook his head frantically, “NOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!” 

“Mr. and Mrs. Feather don’t like your cussing, Don-bon~!” 

“WEHELL TEHEHELL THEM— hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!” Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.

Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuff…

“Dee~! Your arms aren’t raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!” The orange banded mutant mused.

“NOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!” The light golden eyed teen squawked.

“No~?” Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnie’s shell with his mystic powers, “EEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!”

“Then put your arms up!” The younger said innocently, moving the feather’s down to the other’s plastron area. 

The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, “Cohohount yohour hic dahahays…” 

“Uno reverse, Donald.” The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshell’s tummy. 

“GYAHAH— hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAH— hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!” 

“Whaaaat~?” Michelangelo hummed.

“G-GEHEHET THEHEM AHA— hic! OHOHOUT!!!” The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“But why, Tickle Tello~?” The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.

The purple banded turtle’s face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, “DOHOHON’T hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!”

“Okay, Tickle-Tello.” The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.

“Do you remember what we agreed on~?” Michelangelo asked. 

“NOHO— hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHI— hic!! IHIHIT!!!” The light golden eyed teenager squawked. 

“Oh? Then why are you, hm~?” The youngest asked as he pinched the other’s hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brother’s wrists. 

Donnie understood the rules…he really did! 

But this was just plain unfairness at this point.

“MIHI— hic! THAHAHAT’S CHEEHEEATING YOHOU— hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!” Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.

The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasn’t someone literally dying of laughter beside him. 

“It’s not my fault you put your arms down.” Mikey commented smugly.

“YEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHIS— hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!” Donatello howled. 

“Oh? Is it~?” The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brother’s thighs. The purple banded mutant’s eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother away…

…But who is he kidding?

When has that ever worked?  

“NAHAH— hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHI’M SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!” The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.

Mikey snickered lightly at the other’s plead, squeezing his brother’s thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics. 

Happy tears rolled down Donnie’s face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.

“Awe~! Someone looks like they’re having fun~!” Michelangelo giggled. 

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT!!” The taller turtle protested loudly.

“You sure~?”

“YEHE— HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!”

“You positive~?”

“YEHEHES!!!”

“D'aww…that’s a shame~! Maybe this’ll help~!” The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brother’s stomach whilst kneading the softshell’s thighs. 

The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the other’s plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, “OHOHAH— HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!”

“And you’re digging yourself into an even deeper hole.” Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man. 

“MIHIHIKEY!!!” Donnie cried.

“Yeeeeees~?” The youngest smirked.

“EEHEE— HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!” 

“Aw~!! But I didn’t even get to tickle your shell yet~!” The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the taller’s shell.

“MIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!” The older screeched. 

“Okahay, okay, drahahama queen.” The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the feather’s going back into the box. 

The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. “Lihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.” Donatello grumbled through his giggles.

The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, “Oh~? So does that mean you wouldn’t wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?”

“…I-I nehever sahaid thahat…” The light golden eyed teen huffed.

“Soooooo, same time next week?” The smaller teen grinned knowingly.

“…Whahatever.” The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face. 

Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, “Same time next week it is, then.” 

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

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

BABY LEO 😭😭😭😭😭

THIS IS ADORABLE!

Little Leo

A Trip to witch town goes wrong. Luckily they have a cure, but it seems Leo's gonna be stuck as the littlest brother for a bit.

Lee: Leo💙

Lers: Mikey🧡, Donnie💜, Raph❤️

“This is so unfair!” Leo yelled, voice high pitched and childish.

“Don’t blame me!” Donnie exclaimed, carrying the much smaller Leo.

The two had been in witch town, looking for some kind of mystical medicine when a loud enraged screech rang out.

“YOU'RE THE ONE THAT DESTROYED OUR CITY!” The stranger had screeched, before a blast of bright green light was shot towards Donnie.

Leo had shoved him out of the way, taking the hit and immediately collapsing onto the ground.

Turns out, the witch had a fail-safe in case of an innocent being hit. Unfortunately, said fail-safe had lead to Leo becoming a toddler.

He was practically drowning in his hoodie, giving Donnie the dirtiest look his young face could muster.

“You're the reason they tried to attack in the first place!” Leo exclaimed, smacking Donnie with his hoodie sleeve.

“You jumped in front of me!”

“What if it was deadly!?” Leo exclaimed, “Of course I did!”

A strange look passed Donnie's face, but he didn't say anything. They got to the lair, where he threw open the door.

“Behold, family! A child!”

“OH MY GOSH!” Mikey squealed, immediately yanking Leo out of Donnie's arms and squishing him in a hug, “LEO! YOU'RE SO CUTE!”

“Mikey!” Leo complained, embarrassed as he shoved at his younger (now older?- ugh that was confusing!) brother.

“Awww Leo!” Mikey cooed, “You're just so cute! We gotta show Raph!”

“No!” Leo exclaimed, face flushed in embarrassment as Mikey rushed to Raph's room with him in his arms.

“Raphala!” Donnie called through the door, “We have a surprise!”

The door opened, and Raph just about melted at the sight of little Leo.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, taking the tot and hugging him close, “Leo! How did this happen- awwww! Raph remembers when you were this small!”

“Raph!” Leo exclaimed in embarrassment as Raph started kissing him on the cheek.

“You're so cute!”

“We were in witch town and one of them was gunning for me,” Donnie explained, “Leo jumped in the way.”

“Leo. . .”

“What!? It would've hit Donnie instead!” Leo protested in his squeaky voice, “It was me though, so its fine!”

“What!? That is not fine!” Mikey exclaimed as Donnie flipped down his goggles to scan Leo.

“Well, the good news is that it should wear off in about an hour,” Donnie said, earning sighs of relief.

“And the bad news?” Leo questioned as Donnie took him from Raph's arms.

“You're going to promise to stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“What-? Donnie, if it's me or you, I'm choosing me!” Leo exclaimed, glaring.

“Then I chose this,” Donnie said, before lightly wiggling his fingers on Leo's plastron.

“EEE-!” Leo squealed, giggling and kicking his little legs, “Dohhohohonie! NohohoohohHOHOHo!”

“Yes!” Donnie exclaimed, “We'll only stop when you agree to quit sacrificing yourself!”

“EEHAHA!” Leo squealed, kicking his little legs against Donnie's chest, “StaHAHAaHap!”

“Awww! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, skittering his fingers in the crooks of Leo's neck.

“MIHIhiHIkey!” Leo squealed, scrunching his shoulders up and throwing his head back in laughter, “NAHA!”

“D’awwww,” Raph cooed, lightly pinching at Leo's knees and making the slider shriek.

“RAHAPHIE!” Leo squealed, shoving at Raph's hands as he squirmed and laughed, “DAHAHAN'T!”

“This is so cute!” Mikey giggled, “I'm gonna die of cuteness!”

“NAHA IT'S NAHAT!” Leo squealed, kicking and squirming as they tickled him, “STAHAHAP!”

“Do you promise to quit jumping in danger?” Donnie asked, wiggling his fingers above Leo's tummy threateningly.

“Dohohn’t yohohohou dahahare!” Leo giggled, squirming and kicking to try and escape, “Guhuhys! Leheheme goho!”

“Not ‘till ya promise, Lee,” Raph cooed, wiggling his fingers next to Leo's thigh while Mikey pried one of his arms up.

“GUHUYS-!” Leo's complaints were cut off by a loud shriek of laughter as the three started tickling him again.

“NAHAHA- YOHOHOU'RE SOHOH MEHEHEAN! PLEHE- EHHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, his hands flapping in happy stimming as he cackled and squirmed.

“Awww Leo!” Mikey cooed, blowing a raspberry on the side of Leo's neck and making him squeal and scrunch his shoulders up.

“DAHAHAN'T!” Leo screamed, laughing and blushing.

“This is so cute,” Raph gushed, lightly pinching at Leo's thighs and making him squeak, kicking his legs at him.

“I know right!” Mikey giggled, skittering his fingers under Leo's arm, “Dee! Isn't this adorable!”

“As frustrating as he's being, I concur, it is rather cute,” Donnie smirked, skittering his fingers over Leo's belly, “Now then Leo, are you going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

“I'm gohohohoHOHOna get you bAHAHahack so bad-!” Leo threatened, giggling hysterically.

“Alright then,” Donnie grinned evilly, lifting Leo's hoodie above his tummy.

“WAIT-! WAIT NO!” Leo screamed, squirming even more and kicking and smacking at them, “DEE!”

Donnie leaned down, blowing a raspberry on Leo's tummy, making the slider shriek and cackle like mad.

Raph grinned, blowing raspberries on Leo's knees while Mikey nibbled at his ribs.

“YOHA- HAHAHA EEHHAHA SNRT-!” Leo squealed, thrashing and kicking as he cackled, “I DAHAHAN'T! PLEHE- SNRK! HAHA!”

OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T DOHOHO IT AGAHAHAIN!” Leo screamed, squirming violently and cackling hysterically.

“Alright guys,” Mikey said, getting the other two to back off, “We better stop before we kill him!”

“I hahahate you!” Leo giggled, still squirming slightly from the phantom tickles. He yanked his arms into his hoodie sleeves and tugged the hood over his head, effectively disappearing.

“Oh c'mon, ‘Nardo,” Donnie teased, “You won't be wittle forever!”

“Leave me alone!” Leo said dramatically, “You guys are the worst!”

“Aww, cheer up Leo,” Raph said, lightly squeezing Leo's side.

“EEP-! Ohohokay! Ohohokay!” Leo giggled frantically, yanking the hood off his head, “I'm nahat mahahad!”

“Man, you're so cute like this!” Raph exclaimed, holding Leo against his cheek, “Raph just wants to eat you up!”

“Don't you- RAHAHAPH!” Leo squealed, trying to squirm his way out of Raph's hold when he started nibbling at his tummy, “RAHAHAPH! TOHOHO- EEE! SNRT- PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Your wittle tummy is so yummy to Raph!” Raph teased, making Leo blush and squirm more.

“RAHAHAHAPHIE! DAHAHAN'T!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in laughter as Raph lightly nibbled his tummy.

“You're recording this, right?” Mikey asked, watching with a wide grin.

“Please, I record everything,” Donnie said with a smirk, “This entire thing has been.”

“He's not freaking out as bad as usual,” Mikey mused, giggling a bit, “I guess he got more ticklish as we got older!”

“Huh,” Donnie blinked, “I suppose I can test that. For the data collection of course."

Mikey hurried over, helping Raph tickle the tot, who laughed louder and fought against the two.

Donnie shook his head fondly, this idiot was way too protective of them. But at least they could get him to smile a bit.

“DEHEHEE! HEHELP MEHEHE!” Leo cried, trying to escape Raph tickling his tummy and Mikey tickling his ribs.

“But of course!”

“NAHAH– NAHAT THE KNEHEHES! DOHONIE!”

Found this one in my drafts and was like Why not post it? :3

✨Remember to drink water✨

he saw your search history.

Guess who ended up getting sick.. 😮‍💨