#ler!raphael

The lair was eerily quiet in a way that could make a pin drop sound like a bomb; the drip of the kitchen faucet that still needs fixing, the low hum of the ventilation, the distant clatter of Mikey messing with something he probably shouldn’t be—it all sounded way louder than it should.  

Well, besides Mikey’s actions, of course; those would always be loud no matter where he was or what day it was. 

But this morning, for Raph at least, every tiny movement—every breath, and every blink felt like an Easy-Bake Oven going absolutely haywire in his skull.

Which could only mean one thing…

…He…was…thinking! 

Absolutely horrific, I know. 

Though, the emerald eyed turtle had been doing a whole lot of that this morning—really, all week. And even if you only knew him for a second, well…you’d know right away that he wasn’t your typical ‘Thinking type’ guy. Moreso, an ‘Act first, deal with later’ kinda guy. 

He wasn’t dumb of course; but Raphael just preferred doing actions waaaaay before thinking them out. 

And what he was about to do? That took a lot more thinking than he was used to. 

The second oldest of the turtle vigilantes strolled down the hallway with his hands completely shoved in his shorts pockets, trying to look as casual as possible but ultimately failing. 

He didn’t want to overthink it—but…he already was.

As Raph made his way to the end of the hallway, a soft and purplish glow came from underneath the second youngest’s door, lighting the floor with bright and bold colors before the broad-shouldered teenager could even stand directly in front of it. 

The bright and bold colors in question cast a faint, flickering haze across the walls like it was going to give out any second, giving Raph the impression those lights had been on all night. 

Donatello never stopped working, did he? The hothead thought sadly to himself.

For Shell’s sake it was seven in the goddamn morning; it was too early for this. 

The red-themed turtle let out a slow breath as he made his way outside the door, determined to check on the young scientist this morning—as if it were his dying mission to do so.

With the rest of their family busy in the kitchen, putting the final touches on breakfast, Raph figured it was the perfect time to check on his immediate younger brother—he’d been acting a little…off lately. 

But if Raph was just being completely dramatic and Donnie was totally fine—cool. But if not? Then yeah, checking was worth it. Better to bug him than sit around not knowing, y’know? 

Besides, as a sibling, Raphael just felt obligated to check on his family members from time to time. The only thing he needed to work on though was figuring out what to say in those emotional moments because…what was there to say anyway? 

Raph wasn’t a huge empath like Mikey, altruistic like Leo or wise and all-knowing like his Father, Splinter. 

He was just…Raph. And the mutant was better at cussing things out rather than talking things out, anyway. 

Which…is what made him awkwardly stand outside his immediate younger brother’s door like he was half expecting a DoorDash deliverer to give him some Panda Express.

Although, something deep in his gut told him to just…go the hell inside, that he needed to see for himself that the young genius wasn’t falling apart under all of those screens and skyscraper high expectations he set for himself. 

The emerald eyed teenager slid a hand down his face, cracking his knuckles as he prepared himself, “Dee.” A light knock. “Don.” A slightly louder knock. “Donathon.” A knock with more force than the other two combined. 

But despite that…no answer was heard from the other end of the door. 

Did the second youngest mysteriously go deaf or something?!

Or…was he ignoring him?

The second oldest hesitated, but eventually he pushed his sibling’s door open and stepped inside as he was almost completely blinded by the glow of the monitors in shades of green, red, orange, blue—heck, the whole rainbow besides purple.

Raph wrinkled his snout as he quietly closed the door from inside the room, getting hit with a scent of coffee, coffee, and more coffee. 

God, he hated coffee.

From the inside, it was uncharastically and unnaturally dark and quiet. Donnie was tucked underneath his bed nook—right where he kept all of his half-finished gadgets and spare written down invention ideas. There were tools and papers and blueprints scattered all around him as he was curled in a corner, his knees pulled up to his chest as he absentmindedly tugged at his hoodie sleeves whilst glaring at the ground. 

Ah. So he was ignoring him…how quaint. 

But despite that rude factor, the elder couldn’t help but inwardly wince at the sight of the scientist, darting his eyes quickly away from the other teen as he adjusted his glasses awkwardly.

The taller turtle lingered next to the closed door way longer than he meant to before crossing his arms and then uncrossing them. He then played footsie with himself like he was planning on leaving but he stayed in the same exact spot he was in when he walked into Donnie’s abode.

The silence stretched for even longer than it needed to and the crimson eyed mutant in front of him didn’t even bother looking up.

Raph cleared his throat. Twice. But Donnie didn’t even acknowledge him. 

Raph wanted to say something—he knew he should and needed to but…his throat completely locked up. 

What was he even supposed to say? “You okay?” Of course he’s fucking not. That was so obvious. 

Raphael fiddled with the doorknob, looking at the floorboard, “…Mikey made pancakes for breakfast.” He finally mumbled out in a small attempt at conversation, “You…want yours or...?" He trailed off as he gestured towards the outside with his thumb as casually as he could, trying to mask his concern towards the others' completely hunched demeanor. 

The taller crossed his arms again and gently leaned against the closed door, trying to, again, keep it casual—but his tone came out more softer than usual—the kind of softness that the red cladded mutant only reserved for his family. 

“C’mon, Don…you seriously gonna pass up Mikey’s legendary chocolate chip pancakes?” The older teen lightly teased, “Y’know eatin’ them is basically like visiting heaven.” A small beat. “He even put extra whipped cream on yours; I’m kinda jealous.” 

Still no answer from the turtle tech whiz. 

The emerald eyed vigilante then shifted his weight, his eyes flicking to the ceiling before landing on his brother and carefully stepping towards him. 

Raph leaned on the wall Donnie was sitting against, crossing his arms one last time as he gently glanced at the other, “Look—real talk: if you wanna just…vibe here instead, that’s cool. But before y’know it, it's gonna be past noon and y’know I hate it when you don’t eat.” The older one expressed, his jaw clenching at the mere memories of the second youngest going days on end without consuming anything besides air. 

“I…could also grab your pancakes from the kitchen an’ bring ‘em down here? Less effort for ya to get up from ya lazy shell.” Raphael offered, his voice rough but gentle. 

The shorter teen didn’t answer nor blink, his gaze still prolonged on the ground below. 

Raph patiently waited for…honestly anything as the silence stretched; uncomfortable and heavy. He quietly sighed, scratching the back of his neck then turned to head for the kitchen. But before the red themed turtle could take a single step, there was a sudden, small tug on his wrist. 

Donnie’s hand, cold and trembling, wrapped around the older’s wrist, holding him there. His eyes then finally lifted, glassy and tired and meeting Raph’s with a quiet desperation he couldn’t put into words.

The hothead froze, his heart sinking all the way down to his feet as he looked at his younger brother. 

Raph had always thought his immediate younger brother’s eyes were simply too bright for this world—always analyzing and always seeing things no one else could. 

Even when Donnie kept his purely piercing red eyes after becoming his monster form, the personality, the love and the understanding in his eyes never changed. 

But now…looking down at him from where he was standing…his eyes just looked…tired; tired and sad. 

He wasn’t used to that. 

He wasn’t used to seeing Donnie look at him like that—like he was trying to say something he couldn’t get out, like he was stuck in his own head and he felt like he couldn’t get out. 

Correction, he didn’t want to get used to that. 

Raphael would rather face a whole army of endless Foot soldiers than see that look on Donnie—heck, anyone in his family's face. Admittedly, it made him feel…pretty useless; like…there was absolutely nothing he could punch or threaten to fix it. 

The tech whiz’s eyes were practically begging Raph not to leave, even if he didn’t say it outright. 

But then Raph realized, maybe for the first time in a while that…Donnie needed him here—not to fight something or fix…anything. 

But to just…stay. And of course, without a second thought, Raph would. 

Even if he didn’t know the right words to say. Hell, he’d stay for as long as Donnie needed him to. 

The taller teenager’s shoulders softened as he crouched down to sit right next to his brother, letting the shorter one keep hold of his arm as he put his shell against the wall, “Or…I could just…stay. That—That works too.” 

Donnie hugged Raph’s arm to his chest, resting the side of his head on Raph’s shoulder. The emerald eyed ninja gently smiled, tenderly kissing the other’s cheek as he rested the back of his head on the wall, “Didja sleep at all last night?” 

The crimson eyed turtle silently shrugged, “Some…enough, anyway.” 

The older huffed, “That better not be Donnienease for ‘fifteen minute nap completely slumped on a stool.’” 

Donatello frowned further at the attempted joke, his eye ridges knitting together as he focused on nothing but thinking about something. “I was trying to fix some circuit boards that fried up but…” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand, “…I-I don’t remember what I was doing to fix them in the first place.” The teen with the wisteria colored hoodie quietly admitted. “I know it was important—obviously; their circuit boards. I just…my brain isn’t cooperating with me.” He finished, mentally cursing himself for sounding so jumbled up.

Raph hummed as he listened to his younger sibling’s small rant, resting his chin on the top of the other’s head. “Wanna tell me what's been buggin’ ya, then? No pressure if not.” 

Crimson eyes darted everywhere and anywhere except Raphael’s face, the younger fidgeting with his fingers like he was doing Naruto hand signs, “I think I might be burnt out.” He murmured in a low and almost embarrassed tone which confused his older brother to absolutely no end. But, the older one in question didn't speak on it; just straightening his posture as his hand held Donnie’s with a tight grip as he nodded, “Ya mean, like, tired?” 

“No…not tired. Just…used up, I guess.” The younger one explained. “Like..imagine a car that has no gas but the driver is still trying to drive the car despite knowing the car has no gas left.” 

“So imma guess you're the driver, huh?” 

Donnie timidly nodded, bouncing his legs in a repetitive rhythm, accidentally hitting Raph multiple times, “It’s like…I don’t know how to stop driving. If…I-If I stop…I’m not doing anything.”  

“Well, you don’t gotta do anythin’ right now. You just gotta be…Dee.” The taller explained, gently nudging his sibling’s knee with his own to try and calm the other’s anxious stims. “You’re not a machine, Don. You're a person. You needin’ a break or two isn’t a sign of weakness…you just needa heal ‘sall, so…lemme be with you as you do that, yeah?” 

The purple cladded ninja’s eyes glistened a bit at the small monologue, wiping his eyes with the palm of his thumb as he let out a low chuckle—jeez, his brother could be such a sap sometimes. “Have you been listening to Leo’s motivational speeches on repeat when you go to bed or something?

“Nope.” Raph proudly grinned, pointing to himself with his thumb, “That was all me, baby.” 

The crimson eyed mutant playfully shuddered, “Thahat's somehow eeeeeven worse…” He murmured as he shifted again for the third time in just a couple seconds. Donnie then crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and now he was sort of just hugging his knees and angled slightly towards Raphael but trying very hard not to seem like he was.  

And Raph notices—because of course he does—but he doesn’t say anything quite yet and just watches the younger from the corner of his eye. The scientist then adjusted himself again, letting his knee lightly graze Raph’s but then quickly pulling it back towards himself like he just touched something that caught aflame. 

“…You good?” The red themed turtle finally asked, his rectangular frames sitting neatly on the bridge of his nose and just barely slipping every time he looked at his brother’s seated version of the hokey-pokey.

Donnie quickly nodded, giving a faux smile, “I’m fine.”

“You’ve moved, like, six times in the span of two minutes.” Raphael bluntly quipped as he turned his head to really look at Donnie, who was doing that damn thing again where it seemed like he was physically trying to take up as little space as humanly possible. His shoulders were hunched and his eyes were back to looking at the floor like it held every single answer to every single question. 

“Don.” The elder urged gently, lightly nudging Donatello to try and get his attention once more. 

“Sorry.” The smaller teen murmured, “I just…” He swallows, fiddling with his sleeves, “…N-Nevermind.” 

The second oldest let out a sigh, and without a beat passing he opened his arms, “C’mere…” 

At that, a small tint of pink made its way to the tech whiz’s cheeks as he crossed his arms defiantly, “‘M not a baby, Raphie.” He uttered. 

“I never said ya were.” Raph stated calmly, “Me holdin’ ya doesn’t make you one. Besides…you're making it kinda clear you wanna hug.” 

“…Am I that obvious?” 

“Very.” Raphael snorted. 

The hoodie-wearing teenager hesitated for maybe another second or two before carefully climbing over and settling into Raph’s lap, arms comfortable around the older’s shoulders and neck as his cheek rested in the crook of his older sibling’s neck. 

Raphael slung his arms around the back of the smaller’s shell, pulling him with a casual but solid grip. “Duhude,” He snickered, his voice teasing, “I can literally feel you pouting, man.”

The purple cladded ninja exhaled through his snout but didn’t answer right away, resting his face deeper into his older sibling’s neck as he squeezed him in a tighter embrace, “I…I-I’m just sorry. I ruined your morning. I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you—”

“—Nope.” The emerald eyed mutant turtle interrupted. 

“…What?” 

“Nope.” The taller one repeated, “You're not doin’ that. Ya don’t need to apologize for needin’ to take a break.” He sighed, but there was no heat behind said sigh. 

“But I…y-you shouldn’t—”

“—Still nope.” 

The crimson eyed turtle bit in the inside of his cheek, “I was…I-I inconvenienced—”

“—That's it.” Raph remarked, playfully glaring at his younger sibling as he moved his arms down to the other’s lower shell, “This is what happens to little brother geniuses who try to apologize for being human.” He huffed, barely holding back an amused chuckle as he tickled where Donnie’s shell met his sides, resulting in the smaller to squirm like a belly dancer. “Well…mutant in this case. You get what I mean, right?” 

“E-EeHEEK!!!” 

“Great.” Raphael smiled, “‘Just knew you’d understand.” 

“NohoHOhoh plehehEASE! Plehease naha—snrk! Rahahaph!!” Donatello squealed despite himself, frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth as he squirmed in his older brother’s lap. 

“‘I ruined your morning’—bro, do you even hear yourself?! You're my little brother! How could you ruin my morning? Huh? Huh???” The red themed turtle playfully scolded, switching between pinches, scribbles and unnecessarily slow nail drags up Donnie’s sides.

“I’m saharry! I’m s-sahaHAH! Sohorry!” The crimson eyed teen cried, kicking the balls of his feet on the floor but keeping his arms around his big brother's shoulders and neck. 

“I don’t want a ‘sorry’, Don.” The turtle weidling frames shook his head, “You're allowed to take a break. Heck—you could take a break until we all turn eighty and I’d still sit here with you throughout all those years.” He said. “Go on. Say it.” The older one gently demanded, stopping tickling the purple cladded teenager…

…For now anyway. 

The tech whiz comically gulped, hiding even further into Raph’s neck, “Sahay whahahat…?” 

“That you don’t need to apologize for needing to take a break.” The elder smiled, “Say it, please.” He adjusted his glasses before kneading his sibling’s ribs, completely ignoring how the other let out a literal scream right next to his ear before descending into a peal of laughter. 

Raphael just grinned, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “Or don’t. I could do this all morning.” He huffed in amusement, “‘Not like your doin’ anythin' to stop me, anyway~!” The older teased. 

Donnie let out a high-pitched squeal, shaking his head on his brother’s shoulder, “B-Buhut Ihi cahahan’t moohoove!” 

Raphael playfully rolled his eyes, “Psh…yes you can.” He said simply, “See~?” The emerald eyed teenager giggled as he slipped one of his hands to mercilessly squeeze at Donnie’s hip. 

“N-NahAHAHA SHIT! SHIHIT—SORRY! Hic noHO WAHAHAIT!!!” The curses tumbled out between breathless giggles as the scientist squirmed. 

Fun fact: Donnie swore when he got tickled but he never did it on purpose—it just…sort of happened. Honestly, tickling him was just a gamble. Sure, you’d get silly laughs and squirms…but you’d also get cursed out so fast you couldn’t even think of a comeback to say. 

And his immediate older brother found it completely hilarious. 

“Guess that really tickles, huh, Dee?” Raph chuckled, moving his other hand so both of his hands squeezed at the younger ninja’s hips, his grin widening as Donnie’s laugh went up an octave. “Your wrigglin’ like a worm here.” 

“SHUHUT THEHEH HEHELL UHUP!!!” Donnie screeched as he kicked his legs like his life depended on it.

Because honestly? It might as well at this point. 

“Nah, don’t feel like it.” The taller teenager chuckled with a shit eating grin, “Besides, you seem to be likin’ this so why don’t you hold still?” He said as he scribbled his fingers all over Donnie’s plastron. 

The younger threw his head back in hysterics, momentarily getting Raph to stop as he held his wrists, falling on the floor in hysterical giggles. Raph just shook his head fondly, adjusting his position as he sat on Donnie’s hips, zeroing down on tickling the other’s stomach. 

“NAHAH—snrk! NOHOH NOHOT THE TUHUHUMMY!” The second youngest screamed as his feet practically pounded against the wall and floor. 

Guess Raph found a good spot, huh?

“‘Not the tummy?’ D’aww…but why~? Is it ‘cuz it's ticklish~?” Raph teased with mock sympathy, “Is your tummy ticklish, Dee? Huh? Is that it~? My little brother’s got a ticklish tummy?”

“NAHAH RAPH PLEHEHEASE!!” The younger one of the two desperately pleaded, usessly pushing on the elder’s wrists, “T-TEEHEEASING MAHAHAKES IHAT WAHA—snrk! WORSE!”

“N’aww…teasing makes it tickle more, huh? Good to know.” Raphael hummed, completely ignoring how the smaller bucked beneath him, “But when you really think about it: this could all stop if you just said what I want you to, Dee~!” 

“B-BUHUHUT—!”

“‘But’ nothin. Say you don’t need to apologize for needin’ to take a breather or I’m gonna get mean.” Raphael threatened with a terrifyingly evil chuckle. 

“YOU'RE AHALREADY BEEHEEHEEING MEEHEEAN!” Donatello writhed, his cheeks darkening as he blushed profusely. 

The emerald eyed vigilante casually cracked his neck by doing a simple ear to shoulder stretch, adjusting his position on Donnie’s torso, knees planted on either side and his thighs trapping the younger’s arms tight to the floor. “Oho~! You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet, Don.” He smirked as he wiggled his fingers over the younger ninja’s entire plastron and sides, barely grazing over them. 

A small scream erupted from the smaller, twisting and squirming in the hold but to no avail—he was completely stuck. “NAHAO PLEEEEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Donnie’s stomach swirled with giddy butterflies, his whole face burning in blush knowing exactly what was going to happen next. 

But why is Donnie freaking out so much, you ask?

You see, Raph discovered years ago that tickling Donnie’s sides while giving his stomach raspberries turned the brainiac into a swearing and cackling mess. And it had been his go-to weapon ever since. Didn’t matter if they were twelve or twenty…Donatello was still ticklish and Raphael still had fingers. 

“RAPH PLEHEHEASE! RAHAHAPHIE snrt SNRT! RAHAPHIE RAHAPHIE!” The crimson eyed scientist snorted loudly, trying to curl in on himself but, of course, not being able to at all. 

If it wasn’t the tickling that got him, it was the anticipation—the buildup—the pause that did. The evil way Raph would flex his fingers like some dumb cartoon villain was enough to send nervous laughter bubbling up in the purple themed turtle’s throat before anything even happened. 

The wait was utter torture. And Raph knew it. 

“You can build a nuke but you can’t protect your sides…how tragic.” Raphael said with a smug grin. 

“YAHA—snrt! YOHOU’RE TRAGIC!” The smaller retorted. 

“‘You're tragic;’ you sound like a squealing piglet.” The older mimicked while snarkily sticking his tongue out at the younger playfully. 

God, being an older sibling was the fucking best. 

“Last chance, Don~!” Raph said in a scary, teasy tone that made the second youngest’s whole shell shiver like he just got ice cold water dunked on him. And when he didn’t answer, his older siblings just merely shrugged his shoulders, continuing to wiggle his fingers juuuust above the tech whiz’s sides. 

The turtle with frames chuckled to himself, cracking his knuckles for one good measure as he went back to wiggling them above the mutant underneath him, “One...”

Donnie sent daggers to the older, “W-Whahat ahare you—”

“—Two...” Raph dragged out as he cut off the other’s question, letting a few giggles slip out as Donnie’s eyes widened like saucers, realizing what was dawning before him, “RAHAPHIE NAHAHOT THIHIS!!!” The shorter one screeched, “NOHOH NONONOHOH RAHAPHIE NOT THIS NOT THIS NOT THIHIHIS!!!”

“Three…” Raph sang, 101% enjoying how panicky his immediate younger brother was now. 

“IHI CAN’T!” The hoodie wearing turtle whined through his laughs and snorts, kicking Raphael in the back of his shell with his knees. But the older remained unphased, continuing to perform his corny witchcraft on top of the other, “Four...”

The tech whiz practically banged the balls of his feet on the wall and floor, trying to set himself free, but he knew in just a couple seconds he was going to meet his inevitable doom, “YOHOU snrt BHIHIHIG OAF! G-GEHET snrt THE FUCK OHOHOFF snrt OHOF ME!” 

“Five...” The taller turtle hummed without a care in the world, latching one hand to Donnie’s side and scribbling mercilessly while his other hand still wiggled over Donnie. Donatello jolted at the feeling, his brain complete mush as his sibling was tickling the ever living hell out of him. 

But despite his inner monologue complaints, Donnie did appreciate this. This whole week he was stressing, working on projects, assignments—you name it. But right now? None of that mattered. He didn’t need to know the square root of pi or use a calculator for difficult problems and equations. He just needed to be…Donnie. 

And Donnie was laughing his freaking shell off…and that’s all he needed to do.

That and say the phrase his doopy doopfuck brother wanted him to say.

But Donnie was a little brother for crying out loud! He wasn’t supposed to make things easy. 

“SHIHIT! NAHAO SHITSHITSHITSHIT snrt SHIHIT!” The hoodie wearing turtle cursed, squirming and twisting so hard Raph’s glasses flung off his face, falling a couple feet away from them. But instead of getting up and retrieving them like Donnie had dumbly hoped he would, Raph just simply continued counting, inching his wiggling finger closer to Donatello’s exposed side, “Six...”

Donnie squeezed his eyes completely shut in a futile attempt to make the tickly sensation at least cease for a second; he was dying here! “WAHAHAIT!” 

“Seven...”

“IHIHI’M GOHONNA TEHEHELL DAHAD!!” The younger loudly threatened. The hothead just shrugged at the silly attempt to get him to stop, letting out an amused snort as his immediate younger brother peeked one eye open to see if he changed his mind at least a little bit. 

“Eight...” The red themed vigilante grinned as he now tickled both of Donnie’s sides with his fingers like there was no tomorrow. The shorter sibling couldn't help but thrash underneath his brother because if he didn’t? There was going to be no tomorrow for him. “E-EEHEEP!!” He cried. 

Raphael then broke eye contact with his younger sibling, his gaze going to Donatello’s plastron as he lowered his head at a excruciatingly slow pace, “Nine…nine and one-eighth…nine and one-quarter…nine and one-third…nine and three-eighths—”

“RAPHIE!!!” Donnie just about screamed, his yell sounding not so far off from your typical cave bat. 

“Yeeeeees~?” Raphael playfully jeered. 

“JUHUST DO IHIHAT!!!”

“Didn’t know this was a Nike commercial, lil brother.” And in one quick motion that felt like half a second to Donnie, Raph pinned the other’s wrists above his head with one hand, blowing fatal raspberries at the crook of the younger’s neck as Raphael’s free hand was preoccupied with scratching under his unprotected underarm. 

Raph was so fucking mean…

“R-RAHAHA—snrt! RAHAHAPHIE!!” Donnie cackled, his high pitched squeals and loud snorts completely filling his own room.

“Whahat now?” Raph said in between raspberries, “You said ‘just do it!’”

The crimson eyed teenager couldn’t even think straight, his legs going haywire like an EasyBake oven gone wrong, stammering over his completely carefree laughs, “BUHUT YOHOU! BUHUT SNRT YOHOU—”

“‘—But I’ what, Gigglestein~?” 

“IT TICKLES! IHIHIT TIHICKLES!!!” Donatello shouted, digging his heels into the floorboard which only caused Raphael to chuckle triumphantly between blowing raspberries, “Oho, you don’t say? Who knew ticklin’ ya would make the tickles tickle…” Raph snorted as well, acting as if Donnie made some new harrowing discovery, “Thanks for tellin’ me, Doc.” 

As soon as the older’s torturous fingers landed and scribbled on the younger one’s underarm as he raspberried on his neck—the plan for Donnie’s funeral should have already been filed and ready to go. His legs kicked in the air now as bursts of boisterous laughter tumbled out of him. Squirming was practically useless but the younger still tried anyway; Splinter didn’t raise a quitter. 

But the more he flailed, the worse the tickles got. 

It was ridiculous, it was unfair and it was terribly effective. 

And it was kind of the best. 

“So…about that phrase I wanted you to say…” Raph said with the kind of wicked glee reserved for The Grinch and older siblings, “…I know your brain is probably all mushy and gushy from all of this ticklin’ so I’ll just repeat it and you’ll follow, mkay?” He said as he still tickled Donnie, “‘I don’t…’”

“IHI! SNRT! BAHAHA—SNRT IHI DON’T!!!” 

“‘Need to apologize…’”

“‘NEEHEED TOOHOO AHAPOHOLOGIZE!!!’”

“‘For needin to…’”

“‘FOHOHOR NEEDING TO!!!’”

“‘Take a—’”

“TAKEABREAKTAKEABREAK TAHAKE AHA BREAK!!!” Donnie wheezed as Raph tickled a particularly sensitive spot on his upper ribs, “LEMME GO! LEHEHEMME GOHOH!” He cried. 

The older fake pondered, tapping Donatello’s sides in thought, “Mm…I don’t think so, Dee. Say it one more time without me then I’ll letcha go.”

Donnie gasped in utter horror at the audacity of his older sibling—God, he was going to get Raph sooo bad for this, “WHAHAT?!” 

“Ya heard me.” 

“IHI DON‘T NEED SNRT TOHOH APOLOGIZE FOHOHOR TAHAKING SNRT A BREAK EVERY SNRK NOHOW AHAHAND SNRT AHAGAIN!” Donnie absolutely writhed, happy tears pricking in the corners of his crimson eyes, “I SAID IT! I SAID IT! I SAHAID IHAT! CUHUHUT IHIT OHOUT!” 

“I dunno~!” Raphael sighed, “How do I know you mean it~?”  

“IMEANITIMEANITIMEANIT!!!” Donnie squawked in pure desperation, hugging himself almost immediately as his older brother got off of him and sat next to him. “And that means I don’t want ya to do this ever again, ya hear me? You feelin’ shitty? Go to one of us; we’re called a family for a reason.” Raph said, “Got it, genius?” He finished as he gave a singular but meaningful squeeze to the scientist’s hip—a warning. 

The wisteria colored hoodie wearing teen jolted, his foot darting every which way in the air as he snorted loudly, “I GOT SNRT IT!!!” He hiccuped as Raph allowed him to catch his breath, letting out a high-pitched squealy whine as he hid his flushed face in his hood, “Hohoholy shehell…” He exhaled, “Rahaphie why…?” 

“‘Cuz you were bein’ mean to yerself.” Raph said simply, “And no one—I mean, no one is mean to my brothers except this guy right here.” He smirked as he pointed at himself, wrapping Donnie in another hug before nooging the top of his head. 

The scientist just shook his head, unamused by the action being inflicted upon him, “Gee…thahahanks.”

“No problem, you dork.” Raphael snorted lovingly, “So~! How we feelin about getting some breakfast now, hm?” 

“Ihi think Ihi juhuhust lohost fifty pounds frohom purely juhust laughing…” 

“More the reason to get some food in your system.” The older one of the two said with a proud smirk, “Up and at ‘em. Let's go.” He said as he walked towards the door to finally consume something this morning but as he took one step, he quite literally crumbled as his immediate younger brother clinged to him like a mixture of a barnacle and leech.  

“Ihi cahahan’t wahalk…you killed meehee...” Donnie groaned, swaying as he dramatically draped himself to Raph’s shell, putting his entire body weight on him, “Aha couple more steps, my nohoble steed…we ride ahat dahawn.” 

They looked like a reluctant piggyback ride gone wrong. 

But Raphael just sighed gently, fondly shaking his head as he adjusted his sibling’s grip, steadying him with practiced ease, “Hold on.” The taller said—more out of habit than a necessity as Donnie’s hands tightened around his shoulders as the two made their way to the kitchen. 

And of course, Donnie, being the amazing little brother he was, picked up his big brother’s glasses and put them on him. 

Raph didn’t always have the words for everything. He didn’t really know how to fix things when the world felt too sharp, too loud for just…too much altogether…

…But Raph could and would carry Donnie; he could and would hold him throughout anything and everything…no matter what. 

“He isn’t?” 

Tav, fully clothed and perched on Haarlep’s lap, stared up at the cambion in bewilderment. Haarlep loved how they looked up at them; there was such wonder, such innocence, in those pretty eyes. 

They could definitely see why this one was Raphael’s favorite client.  

“He is not,” The cambion chuckled. “Raphael is always below me, never on top. And he never looks so beautiful when he is on his back for me. The sight could bring a tear to the eye.”

Tav snickered. “Surely you are exaggerating. With his poise and theatrics, Raphael seems like he would be a better lover.”

“All an act, little one,” Haarlep sighed wistfully. “Raphael loves only Raphael. He cares only for his own pleasure. I am tasked with bringing him that pleasure. And he, darling brat that he is, lays there and takes it beautifully.”

Tav tried to picture this in their head. The magnetic, dangerous, and poetic archdevil Raphael, a bonafide pillow prince? Not that there was anything wrong with that, nothing at all. But they couldn’t imagine—

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Haarlep’s deep purr reached their ears, and Tav jolted forward with a squeak. 

“No!” Tav answered quickly, too quickly, their cheeks flushed. Haarlep laughed and pulled them back flush against their body. 

“You were, naughty thing. I had no idea that you were interested in hearing about our bedroom activities.” Their hands curled around Tav’s waist, where they squeezed and pinched over their skin. “Are you wondering how he sounds? If his eyes roll back in ecstasy?”

Tav squealed and tried to lurch forward again, but Haarlep wouldn’t let them. They squirmed and giggled as Haarlep kept squeezing and kneading their waist. 

“NahHAHAha! I wahahahahasn’t!” They argued, still lying, while trying to fold in on themselves. Haarlep dropped their hands lower to knead their thumbs into the adventurer’s hips. 

“Oh, darling, you cannot lie to me.” Haarlep smirked as Tav’s giggling jumped to startled laughter. “I can see right through you. I’d bet you wish it were Raphael’s hands all over you instead of mine.”

“HAahahrlehep!” Tav bucked and uselessly kicked around the bed, head tilted back in laughter. Haarlep snickered and, showing mercy, stopped. They kept them pinned against their body and rubbed their large hands over their hips. 

“You are adorable,” Haarlep chuckled. They leaned in to press a chaste kiss to their forehead and cheeks. “I can see why he likes you. Perhaps you will soften his selfish heart..” 

Tav exhaled and laid their head back on the cambion’s shoulder. They lightly pursed their lips. “I think I should get two extra secrets for that, sneaky devil.”

Again, Haarlep laughed. “Why stop there?” They pointed a red finger towards shelving on the wall opposite the bed. “Raphael keeps all of his diaries just on that shelf. The shelf is, of course, protected by magic. But, with the right incantation, anything is bound to happen..”

Tav followed their gaze over to the shelf. Then, they looked back up at them, eyes alit with curiosity. “And, you know this incantation?”

“Hmmmm,” The cambion hummed thoughtfully, leaning back into the bed with Tav still in their lap. “It isn’t fresh in my mind, but I could try and remember if something could jog my memory..” 

They tapped their own cheek with their claw, smirking broadly. Tav grinned and, rolling their eyes, leaned in to kiss the cambion’s cheek. Then, Haarlep tapped their other cheek. 

“What was it again?” They mused out loud. “Something that started with an ‘a’? No. ‘C’ perhaps?”

“You’re pushing your luck, Haarlep.” Tav chuckled and went to kiss their other cheek. Before they made contact, Haarlep caught their chin and held it in a gentle grip. 

“Listen closely,” Haarlep felt Tav’s cheeks heat up as they leaned in. Hells, if he wasn’t keen on stirring up some trouble for Raphael, Haarlep would’ve wanted to keep this one all to himself. They whispered the incantation into their ear, and then released them. “Go now, bring us that diary..”

Haarlep kept his eyes on Tav’s hips as they hurried over to the shelf. When they returned, he patted his lap, and they retook their place back on his lap. “There we are. Let’s see what he’s been thinking.”

Raphael’s handwriting was impeccable, no surprise there. There were poetic musings about his fascination with mortals, and his burning determination to seize the Crown of Karsus. But besides that, Tav was mentioned by name more than once, and their name didn’t just come up when he wrote about business. Tav felt the cambion’s head slink down onto their shoulder. 

“Anything interesting, my dear?” Haarlep nuzzled into the crook of their neck, bright eyes scanning the page from behind. Tav’s finger traced over their name on the page. 

“He’s been writing about me..” They murmured, smiling a soft smile as they traced the cursive. Haarlep made a big show of ‘awwing’ and cooing in their ear. 

“So it is true then. You are more than a means to an end to our dear Raphael. How sweet.” He pressed his head against Tav’s, giving a little pout. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll forget about me.”

“Of course not,” Tav nuzzled back into them and pecked his nose. “How could I forget about my favorite partner in crime?”

Then, there was a rattle at the door. Both looked towards the sound. 

“Speak of the devil,” Haarlep chuckled and sat up straight. “He’s home.”

Tav’s face fell. They slammed the diary closed. “You said he was miles away—”

“It appears he’s cut his trip short,” Haarlep wound an arm around their waist. “Stay calm, pet. I will distract him so you can excuse yourself. He will be none the wiser.”

Somehow, Tav doubted that, but they didn’t have time to question them. Tav also didn’t have enough time to run and put the diary back. So, they threw it into their pack. The door opened, and Raphael strode in the room. 

“Welcome home, master..” Haarlep threw open an arm in greeting, his other arm still around Tav’s waist. “You’ve returned early. You must have missed me, hmm?”

“Your opinion of yourself is unreasonably high, Haarlep. I have spent more than enough of my time with you. And I would have spent more time away had the client I pursued been worth the headache.” Raphael grumbled and swapped into his more comfortable cambion form. His eyes flickered over to the adventurer in his lap. “Oh, little Mouse. This is a surprise.”

Tav’s heartbeat quickened as he regarded them. A small, nervous smile tugged at their lips. He was going to find out about their snooping. The jig was up. The jig was—

Haarlep pulled them out of their thoughts by snuggling them. “Well, I had to find my own entertainment while you were away,” he chuckled. “And your mouse here is so enticing…”

“Y-Yehes, well. I was actually just leaving.” Tav palmed the cambion’s cheek and wriggled out of their arms. “It was good seeing you Raphael.”

“Oh? You are leaving so soon?” Raphael hummed curiously, eyebrow arched. “I am wounded. You would grace Haarlep with your illustrious presence, but not myself?”

“I-”

“Jealous, master?” Haarlep grinned and climbed off the bed, approaching him with a sultry strut. He put a hand on each shoulder from behind, pressing kisses into his neck. By doing so, he was acting as a barrier between Raphael and the door. Tav had to be quick. “Don’t be. You know you’re my favorite..”

Tav gathered their pack from the floor and scurried towards the door. But Raphael would not be easily seduced. He shrunk away from the affection and pushed the other cambion away with a grunt. 

“I haven’t the time for your games tonight, Haarlep. I must draft a new contract to pursue another deal.” Raphael stepped away, moving towards his bookshelf. Korilla helped with keeping tabs on his clients, but he had his personal records that even she didn’t see. Tav heard him call for them over his shoulder. “A moment, Mouse. Surely you can spare me a moment of your time before you rush back to saving the world.”

“N-No, I really should be going.” Tav finally stepped into what they believed was the safety of the hallway. They pushed the door shut before hurrying down the corridor. But, when Raphael’s booming voice followed them, their heart sank to their knees. 

“Where. Is. My. Journal?”

Uh oh.

There was a war of words between Raphael and Haarlep before the door slammed open. It thudded against the wall and made Tav jump. 

“MOUSE!”

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He’s gonna kill me. Tav broke out into a run, but it was useless. Raphael materialized at the end of the hallway in a fiery blaze. They nearly tripped over themselves as they skidded to a stop. 

“I read a play during my last trip to the Material Plane..” Raphael stalked up to them like a predator approaching prey. Tav continued to backpedal.  “Shakespeare’s Othello. ‘Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.’ You seemed rattled when I returned— not because I interrupted a rendezvous. No… it was something else.”

“I- don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tav played dumb, staring up at him with big, innocent looking eyes. They, however, radiated with giddy, nervous energy, and they fought back a smile more than once. Raphael’s eyes narrowed. 

“You are lying,” Raphael growled. “And it is a poor attempt at a lie at that. You, a guest in my home, would rifle through my things and believe I wouldn’t notice? How foolish..”

Tav opened their mouth to speak, to explain. Raphael ignored them, snapped his fingers, and teleported them to his private quarters. The room was adorned with crimson and golden decor that mirrored the rest of his house, but the air was calmer. Still. This was a place that even Haarlep knew not to visit unannounced. 

Tav found themselves on another bed, but this one was bigger. It had darker, redder sheets. 

And this time, they had a vexed archdevil looming over them. 

“Wahait, Raphael. I can explain--” 

Tav made an ‘oof’ sound as Raphael pushed them down. They scrambled to sit up, to get away, but this little mouse wouldn’t be escaping. He made sure of it by pinning them down at the waist with his legs. Restraining their wrists would soon follow. 

“Spare me your explanations,” Raphael sneered. “I wrested the details from Haarlep, and they will be dealt with accordingly. Now if you have any last words, Mouse, make them quick. It will only take a moment to finish you.” 

Tav didn’t need to dig themselves into a deeper hole. But, against all logic, they did. 

That small, impish smile returned. They remembered what they gossiped about with Haarlep. 

“You know, that’s twice as long as Haarlep said it takes to finish you.”

Now they’ve done it. Raphael bristled and raised his hands, poised to strike. 

“You contemptuous creature!”

If Raphael hadn’t been fond of Tav in his way, he would’ve had them flayed. And that would’ve been the merciful option. But, he’d learned so much about them and, by extension, mortals. How they expressed fortitude in the face of danger. How they rallied together to fight evils. 

How ticklish some of them were. And the Little Mouse was no exception. 

Raphael went for their ribs first, hands curling around them and fingernails skittering along the bones. Tav screamed and arched their back, descending into a giggling fit. Their hands blindly chased after his, but they were soon pulled up and over their head, bound by some Infernal magic. The ticklish panic weighed on them, and they bucked and squirmed as he kneaded between the bones. 

“NAhahahahahaha! Raph, dohohohohn’t!”

“You’ve brought this upon yourself, dear,” Raphael scoffed. His hands dropped down, kneading his thumbs into their sides, and smirking when they giggled harder. “My home is a place of order and decorum, not thieves and mischief. I thought you were better than this, Tav. But it seems I was mistaken. You and your accomplice will be corrected.”

“Nononohohohoho! Ahahaha! I’m sohohohohorry!” Tav pleaded. Their wrists strained against the magic holding them above their head. Suddenly, the devil dug into their stomach, and their scream was probably loud enough to hear in the Material Plane. They arched off of the bed, laughing loudly as his large hands scampered up and down their tummy. Their shirt didn’t really protect them from the tickles; it was decoration if nothing else. 

“You’re sorry?” Raphael echoed them in a mocking, pitying tone. “Another lie. You don’t know the meaning of the word. In fact you are only ‘sorry’ that I returned at a most inopportune time and caught you in the act.”

Tav pinched their eyes shut, thrashing and laughing as the tickles continued, gradually getting faster. Much to their surprise, Raphael paused abruptly, walking two fingers up their side and back towards their ribs. 

“Although,” he mused. “I don’t believe this is much of a punishment for you, judging from what I observed amongst you and your companions..”

Tav’s eyes snapped back open. They squealed as he repeatedly pinched their lowermost rib, kneading it between his fingers. “Whahahaht?!”

“Do not be coy with me,” Raphael dragged his fingernails in between the ribs, earning deep, desperate giggles. “I have learned a great deal about you during this perilous journey. Mortals and devils are as different as night and day. We crave similar things at times, and yet we still do not hold the same eccentricities. We do not seek out the touch of another in order to laugh. And yet, you do.” 

Tav’s cheeks burned with realization. Still, they opted for playing dumb. Their heart was doing somersaults in their chest. How in the hell did he know? “I dohoho nohohoht—”

“I have kept my eye on you. I’ve seen how easily you crumble should Astarion merely rest a hand on your waist,” Raphael toyed with their ribs like a piano, alternating between kneading in between one rib and pinching another. Tav bucked their hips again and tried to curl in on themselves. “Or when Karlach gathers you in her arms, you make a show of kicking and squealing, only to give little resistance when she finally has her hands on you. There is still the matter of addressing your thievery, but as for this?”

His hands shot up suddenly and buried into their exposed armpits. Instead of continuing to try and curl inwards, Tav bucked their hips, their giggles jumping in both pitch and volume. They tugged against the magic keeping their arms up, but their arms didn’t budge. Raphael had free range to dig deep into the hollows, scritching away. 

“You enjoy being tickled,” he asserted, his lips curling into a knowing grin. “And since I do not want to harm you, I am satisfied with correcting your behavior through this…unorthodox method. In fact, this begets the question of poking your nose in my belongings. Were you simply curious, or did you want my attention?”

By the hells. If Tav’s face got any hotter, they were gonna ignite. They were giggling too hard to give a coherent answer, and the only thought swimming in their mind was how much they wanted to bring their arms down. That thought was quickly replaced by another surge of ticklish panic as his hands worked back down their torso. 

“Waitwaitwait!” They gasped, “I’ll give it bahahack! It’s in my pahahahck! Nohohoho!”

Their pleading fell on deaf ears, and Raphael’s nails skimmed over their waistline. Tav jolted upwards and let out panicked giggles. Not there, not there. 

“Alas, it should still be in my bookshelf, along with my other books.” Raphael hummed. “You have only succeeded in further implicating yourself. Though that is not what I asked. Why did you rifle through my private journal?”

Tav wheezed as he dragged two fingers across their waist in a slow, slow line. Their head tilted back as they struggled to say something at least partially coherent. “I-I dihihdn’t—Haarlep—”

“Will be appropriately dealt with, as are you,” he reminded. “In truth, I expect this sort of misbehavior from them, but not from you. And I grow tired of this back and forth, this endless web that we weave..”

Raphael rested a thumb on each of their hips. Tav shrieked, further sealing their fate, and giggled for no other reason than pure anticipation. 

“Why?”

He would not ask them again. That was clear enough from his tone. His thumbs tapped, tapped, tapped over their hip bones, and the poor adventurer jumped from each one.

“Curiosity!” They panted, giggling loudly. “I was curious! Plehehease, not there-”

The archdevil’s fingers stilled. He hummed; whether that was from satisfaction, amusement, or both, Tav was not sure. 

“Where, Mouse?” He suddenly started squeezing their hips, and Tav immediately fell into a fit of deep laughter. “Here?”

“NAHAHA! RAHAHAPHEHEL!” Tav shrieked, bucked, and cackled as he pinched over their hip bones. Somewhere amidst their laughter, they heard Raphael chuckle. 

“My my, you are a sensitive one,” he mused. “I can certainly see the appeal your companions have towards tickling you. Their brave, selfless leader, reduced to a state of laughter with just the right touch.”

Raphael was gonna be the death of them, they were sure of it. He slowed his assault to a crawl, with two fingers skittering from hip bone to hip bone. This touch mirrored Astarion’s light, nimble fingers. 

“Do you have a preference, I wonder?” He raked his nails just a hair above the bone as he thought out loud. Tav hiccuped and laughed harder. “Do you prefer the rogue’s dexterous hand? Careful and assured, able to pick apart even the most iron-clad lock. Or..”

His hands jumped back to their hips, squeezing with a fervor that fell in line with Karlach’s enthusiasm. “Is the barbarian’s style more enjoyable to you? A hand touched by the Hells, her touch mirroring its flames by how eagerly it engulfs you, and yet provides a warmth that you can get from no other.”

As if he cast the fire bolt cantrip, Tav cheeks flushed deeply. They were laughing too hard to answer, their mind swimming between how right Raphael was, and how much it tickled. Raphael slowed the tickling down just enough to leave them gasping and giggling. 

“I would like an answer, my dear.”

“I dohohohn’t hahave ohohne!” They squeaked, not quite lying. They enjoyed the closeness and silliness that came from tickling, and didn’t care who had them on them on the receiving end. 

And yet, being at this archdevil’s mercy started to tell them a different story…

“Oh no?” Raphael suddenly squeezed their sides, and they let out a surprised shriek. “They will be gutted. Surely you must have a way that you enjoy being tickled..”

Raphael, halting the tickling altogether, waved his hands over Tav’s wrists. The magic that had been holding them up dissipated, and they were free to bring their arms down. Tav blinked, confused. 

“I don’t-”

That confusion only lasted for a second. Raphael’s hands found their waist again, where he scribbled and tickled with fervor. Tav yelped and scrambled to grab his hands, succeeding only in palming his knuckles, and noticing that they weren’t trying that hard to push him away. 

Raphael noticed that too. 

“RAHAHAHPH!”

“Ah, I see…” Raphael purred and easily shook their hands away, reaching behind him to squeeze just above their knees. Their breath hitched for a moment before they fell back into a laughing fit. Their legs kicked against the bed as they squirmed, but even then, they weren’t making much of an effort to flee. “It would seem you prefer my way.”

Yes.. The word was on the tip of their tongue, but they weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Again, Raphael paused, giving them a chance to breathe.

“I am flattered. Though you should know that there is no need to give in to Haarlep’s antics to get my attention. It does, as with most things, come with a price.”

Tav tilted their head up, unsure of what he’d ask of them. Did they bite off more than they could chew? Raphael held his hands above their torso, smirking. 

Leo!:

It started with some light poking. When he didn't budge to that, you stepped it up a bit to little scribbles and when THAT didn't work you decided to lay across him and see what happens.

"Clingy day, huh? Well, lucky for you! Leon's a huge cuddle monster!" He wrapped you up into a beautiful hug, which if you weren't in this situation would have felt like heaven, but it really made it worse. His hands were so close to your tickle spots, but so far!

You let out a sigh as he tilted his head when looking at you in question

"What's up baby?"

"Nohothingg"

It finally clicked, after all of that time! How did he not see it before! That confused face turned into a smirk quickly as he started to lightly trace your sides "Lee mood?"

"Leheo!"

"I've got you giggles~" he began to skitter his tickly fingers all over your tickle spots, satisfying what you've hinted at all day!

"Im gonna getcha'!~" He giggled along with you as he moved to your worst spot

"LEHEHEOHOHO!"

"Hehey! You asked for this!" He smirked blowing a quick raspberry to your tickle spot, continuing until he's seen you've had enough, rubbing the ghost tickles away "How are you feeling now giggles?~"

"Behehetter"

"I'm always happy to help" he smiled and pulled you in for another Leo hug.

All you've wanted all day was to get wrecked. You woke up, and it started, that all to well known feeling spread across your body as you sighed. 'What to do?' You thought to yourself as you weighed your options.

You choose your loving boyfriend as your target. He was easy to crack, just mess with his stuff and bam! Tickle city here you come!

You smiled walking into his lab to pay him a nice vist "Heyy D!"

"Afternoon Dove, what a treat, you stopping by" he smiled putting his goggles back on and went back to work "Unfortunately I am busy though dove if you don't mind waiting I will be with you in a moment"

You nodded before smirking 'no way! It's go time!' You quietly waddled over to your boyfriend starting with easy pokes

"Dove" he warned you as you continued moving on to gentle scribbles

"Ihi am very busy dove! What has gotten into yo-" it clicked as he smirked, what gave it away was you picking up a peice of tech off of his desk

"If you wanted tickles dove, you could've just asked" His smirk grew as he used the two robot hands to place you onto his lap as he began to scribble all over your tickle spots

"You're lucky im such a nice boyfriend, I could've made you ask but I didn't~" he continued moving to your worst spot "Tickletickletickletickle~"

"DOHOHONNIEHEHE!"

"Satisfied?"

"YEHEHES!"

"Excellent" he smiled rubbing the ghost tickles away "Now if you would patiently wait over there giggles I will be with you in just a moment"

"Wihill doho!"

This lee mood was extreme. And desperate times calls for desperate measures! You threw on a cool looking, loose crop top and went over to your boyfriends house.

It was a beautiful day in New York so if anyone else asks about the crop top it was the perfect excuse. Having some of your tickle spots exposed though did not help the situation.

You announced your presence as you entered, and your teddy bear of a boyfriend came running!

"(Y/N)!!- wOahh!" He looked at what you were wearing, and his smile got even bigger "YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE!" He pulled you into a spinning bear hug before putting you down gently

"Thank you Raph!" You gave him a gentle poke to his side but nothing worked. He just giggled and asked if you wanted to watch a movie.

Halfway through the movie you ended up letting out a sigh. He caught it fast and paused the movie. "Are you okay (n/n)?"

You nodded as a blush spread to your face it finally clicked "Oohhhhh!" He smirked as he looked at you again "I should've known from the minute you walked in here!" He giggled before scribbling all over your tickle spots

"RAHaHapHie!"

"Tickletickletickletickle Dawwww the tickle monsters got you now giggles!" He smiled moving to your worst spot

"RAHAHAPH!"

He giggled along with you "You're too cute (y/n)" he stopped once he saw you've had enough. Rubbing the ghost tickles away he held you close,

"Ihim sorry I didn't see it sooner"

"Yohou're all good Honey, I'll try to ask next time, key word, Try!"

'Video games! It was the perfect plan!' You thought to yourself as you challenged Mikey to a Mario kart race.

You had woken up in a lee mood, and it only got worse by the minute! You set everything up perfectly, poking him to throw him off, several rounds and nothing worked even when he lost he was so supportive.

Eventually, you sighed, giving up the sharade. He caught on fast, his confusion turning into a smirk "Does someone want ticklesss?"

His comment did not help, your face got red as you giggled out his name "Mihikey!"

"Come here giggles!-" He wasted no time wrapping you up in a tickle hug, scribbling all over your tickle spots on the now shared bean bag chair "Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIhiKEHeY!"

Mikey giggled "You're so cute! Ah! You make my heart soar (n/n)!" He was being genuine before moving to your worst spot

"MIHIHIKEHEHEY!"

"Dawww my little giggle bug!" He continued until he saw you've had enough "Okahay okay, feeling any better cutie?" He rubbed away the ghost tickles and held you close

"Yehes, thahank you Mihikey"

"Anytime my muse Anytime!" He turned the game off and cuddled you the rest of the night until you had to unfortunately go home.

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I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you all enjoyed it too!

You are loved, you are valued, you are important and you will always be more than good enough! Have a great day everyone you truly deserve it! /p /gen /pos

Leo!:

The things you would do for these turtles is absolutely ridiculous! From the minute they walked into your life its been nothing but adventure and greatness but man was it frustrating in times like these.

Leo's TV broke the other day and with Donnie busy at April's house he frantically called you for help, again the things you would do for those turtles, especially Leo.

The hold he has on you is insane so of course you agreed to come and help him. He smiled widely and thanked you repetitively as you arrived on the scene!

He stepped out of the room for a while to give you some space and when he came back he was delighted to see that you not only fixed it but had gotten yourself stuck in the process

"Leo I swear to the Pizza Supreme in the sky if you don't stop laughing and come help me out-"

"Fihihine! I was gonna help you anyway its just too funny!! AHAHA"

"Leooo"

"OKAhay I'm coming! Neon Leon is on the case!" He smiled brightly as he walked over to you trying to pull you out from behind the TV but nothing was working

"You really got yourself stuck in there"

"You think?" You giggled a little as he scoffed jokingly

"Hey! I'm trying to help you here! I wouldn't get all smart in your position if I were you~" he lowered his voice to his natrual teasing tone before tweaking your sides gently watching the reaction it gave

"What's wrong?, You Ticklish?~"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his wiggling fingers danced across every tickle spot he could find enjoying every laugh, giggle, sound and reaction you made. There was no chance of escape, no room to move, no place to hide, it was just you, him and your tickle spots.

His smirk grew as he found your most ticklish spot

"Awwww is this your worst spot? Hmm?~ Tickle Tickle tickleee~" he continued as any pleads went in one ear and out the other

"LEHEHEO UHUHUSE YOHOHOUR POHOHORTALS AND FREEE MEHE!"

"Great thinking (n/n)! I will use my portals!~" he smirked using two small portals to put his hands through the wall and tickle your worst spot that way

"NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEANT!"

He giggled along with you for a little before stopping and fully pulling you through a bigger portal and onto his lap as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"You okay?" He asked with a smile

"I am, but you might not be in a few seconds~"

"Ohhh boyyy"

Let's just say that night the lair was filled with laughter!

-

Donnie!:

You and the purple clad turtle arranged to hang out that evening! This was going to be great! Donatello wanted to hang out with you!

Now normally your hang outs consisted of you two being in the lab, working on new tech or just enjoying each other's company doing your own things but it was always his lab and it was always something science based, you didn't mind that of course! It was just today was different!

He texted you to leave your equipment at home and meet him in the arcade that they have in the lair. Of course you did just that but something was off.

"Hey D! Why did you want to meet here? And why did you tell me to leave my stuff at home?" He smiled as you entered the arcade area

"Sweet Sweet (y/n)! Today! We are going to be playing video games! Jazz hands" he wiggled his fingers to show his enthusiasm and to put emphasis on the plan as you nodded

"Sounds great! You're so going down!"

"Prepare to eateth' thy words!"

The two of you spent the entire day going from game to game. He mentally kept score while you two had fun, and he was one point away from beating you! Luckily, this next game was his specialty! It's the car game he's always playing with Mikey and he was determined to win!

"Prepare to eat my dust (n/n)!"

"Oh well see about that!"

And the race was on! It was neck and neck and Donnie was prepared to do anything to win and I mean anything! He thought about it for a little bit before a smirk formed on his features. He used one of his robot hands that was now holding a feather to it and swiped it across your neck and face to distract you enjoying your reactions and the light up winners screen he had.

"Hey would you look at that I won!"

"Yohohou cheheated!"

"GASP! I am hurt that you would even think for a second that I would do such a thing!" His smirk grew as he used the robot arm to hold your hands up as he circled you with wiggling fingers

"You know I think you're just a sore loser (n/n), I know exactly what will help fix that~" he giggled alittle before tickling you all over your tickle spots, experimenting with every single spot to find your worst spot and the best reactions!

He pointed out the little things as he tickled you, which became more flustering the more he did it. Stuff like;

"Hmm what an interesting sound you make when I do this!" Or "Wow! You're really ticklish here~" and finally "How fascinating your face just keeps getting more and more red the more I talk, am I flustering you dove~" He was on a roll today, he was finally number one and he was gonna use all of that power to his advantage right now!

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN DEHEHEE!" He stopped his raspberry and smirked at you

"Why thank you for finally acknowledging the truth!" He smiled, rubbing the ghost tickles away and releasing you from his robot arm.

What an eventful game night!

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Raph!:

This sweetheart could tell instantly that you were stressed. He decided that it would be a great idea to give you a relaxation day! He let everyone know ahead of time and tidied everything up accordingly!

He went out of his way to make sure when you arrived that everything was perfect! His room smelled nice, his brothers were either in their rooms or out playing basketball and he even put on some calming instrumental music for you!

He was determined to make everything special for you. He beamed when you entered the lair, instantly lifting you off the ground and carrying you to your final destination, claiming that you were not to use your legs today or lift a finger! He treated you like the royalty you are it was so special. Even if you insisted you were fine, there was no saying no to Raph!

He smiled as he placed you down onto his big red coded bed. "I had Mikey help me cook you you're favorite!" he smiled, handing you a plate full of your favorite meal which you happily accepted and thanked him again

"Of course! Anytime sunshine!" He smiled brighter before he offered a massage "here this should help!"

Before you knew it, he was getting every single knot out of your back and shoulders, and lt felt great, but holy heck, did it tickle! Raph caught on after a giggle slipped from your mouth while you were exhaling

"How does it feel?" He asked 'innocently' as he moved back to the spot that made you giggle before

"It feels gohohood! Thahanks Raph!" You giggled again as his smile turned into a smirk

"Good im so glad! You truly deserve this! You work so hard and deserve a break I am so proud of you (y/n)!" He smiled brightly again now properly tickling you

"Rahahaph!"

"Why are you giggling so much (n/n)?~ It's just a massage, don't tell me you're ticklish!~" He teased you as he continued tickling all over your tickle spots

"Dawww, I think this will help relieve your stress more! They do say laughter is the best medicine!" He continued enjoying every little sound, laugh, and reaction you made to his tickles and various tickle spots until he found your worst spot

"OKAHAY MEHEHERCYYY!"

He stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles before picking you up again and holding you close, his heartbeat soothing yours as he rubbed circles into your skin

"Cuddle time!" He exclaimed as you nodded

What a perfect day

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Mikey!:

After tasting Mikeys amazing creations for a long time now you asked him if he could teach you how to cook! He was ecstatic! Today was the day you two scheduled to do this!

He smiled brightly as you entered the lairs kitchen! "Here you go!" He handed you your very own apron he decorated it himself he was really proud of it!

You wore it with pride as you washed your hands and got ready to cook! Everything was going great! He guided your hands through some techniques, you added the spices together to give it flavor and overall were just having fun and learning alot! Mikeys a really great coach!

The waiting was the boring part, so when you got impatient and saw an open bag of flour sitting right in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You sneakily took a bit in your hand before catching the orange turtles attention and threw it at him

He gasped jokingly as he blinked, now covered in flour "oh that's it! You are so on!" He smirked taking some of the flour and throwing it back on you, soon it was an all out flour war! He eventually pounced on you trying to get the flour on your shirt but his hands slipped accidentally swiping your side in the process

He caught that reaction immediately and had an even better idea then the flour! He smirked as his wiggling fingers scribbled all over your tickle spots like a skilled artist painting his masterpiece!

"Tickle Tickle tickleee~ this is what you get for pranking the prankster (n/n)~" He giggled along with you before he found your worst spot

"Awwww I think someone's Ticklish~" he teased in a sing song voice as he used every trick in the book to get the best reactions out of you

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIHIHIHIKEHEHEY!-"

*DING!*

"Oh Goodie! The foods ready!" He smiled rubbing away the ghost tickles and leading you a hand up while you caught your breath

"Ihit smells amazing!"

"It's gonna taste amazing too you know why?" He smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow

"Why's that?"

"Because we made it with love together! Anddd it got your giggles in there for extra love!"

"Mikeyyy!"

He giggled as he started to plate everything. "we eat first, then clean, alright? And you started this so you have to help me! You have no choice, cutie pie!" He giggled poking your sides again quickly before he handed you your plate

"Okahay fair enough!"

You two enjoyed your creation throughly before cleaning the place up and cleaning yourselves up later one at a time, getting into comfy Pj's and enjoying the rest of the night together! It was perfect! This definitely calls for more cooking dates down the line!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved making this! And I hope you all have a great day today! You truly deserve it! I am so proud of you! /p /gen /pos