Truths to Come
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jormiwillinghamTitle: Truths to Come
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairing: Michelangelo/Donatello, Splinter, Raphael/Casey
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Slash Ficlets 34: Orange and 1 Million Words A to Z: S (Shell)
Word Count: 959
Date Written: 5 October 2020
Warnings: Turtle!cest
Summary: Splinter prepares to make revelations, which may not be as difficult as he originally thought.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Splinter sighed as he carefully picked up the orange and purple bandages. He gathered all the cloths close to his chest and discreetly slipped into his youngest' room. The older boys were soon going to begin to deduce the true reason why Splinter had not given his youngest two their own rooms yet -- worse, they were soon going to deduce the true nature of their relationship. He was honestly more than a little surprised Leonardo had not already done so, and Raphael was the street smart one. He knew much more of his world than his other three brothers combined.
The boys were sleeping soundly, Michelangelo's snores rattling off the posters of the old bunk bed. Splinter walked with his normal stealth, soundlessly approaching their bed nonetheless. He put the arm and leg wrappings on the table first, then added their belts and weapons, all without making a sound. He could not have possibly been heard over Michelangelo's ear-shattering, bestial snores, but it was his own natural grace that kept him from making a sound as he watched over his boys.
He turned to face them, his wiry, old tail whisking around his legs. They were sleeping, cuddled together, without a care in the world. Mikey actually did not have his thumb in his mouth, but it was clear, especially from the tiny pool of salvia on Donatello's shell, that he had been suckling his brother's shell in his sleep. But that was the crux of the whole situation, was it not? Splinter thought, silencing the sigh that rose within him. The tip of his tail twitched instead.
He had raised his boys to be brothers, and that was perhaps part of the problem. He had always known there was only four of them, and there would only ever be four unless the Shredder somehow managed to create mutants again. Donatello was certainly he'd finally successfully destroyed the remaining ooze, but it would not be the first time his old foe managed to find more of the catastrophic, green slime.
Then, too, it wasn't really catastrophic. Yes, it changed innocent animals into more intelligent, mobile beings than they would otherwise ever be, but it had brought them all together. It had given him a purpose in this life when he'd had none left. It had given him sons, and them brothers. They all believed they were the same, and they never looked more closely at each other. Leonardo hid his single red spot well, and even Donatello, with all his intelligence and curiosity, did not question why their skins were slightly different shades of green.
The truth was simple: they were brothers in nature, in heart, in spirit, in every way but blood. But with there only being the four of them, it had only ever been a matter of time before they would begin . . . exploring. There was nothing wrong with the love Splinter witnessed before him. It brought his boys happiness and peace. It gave them love and more joy than he'd ever seen or felt himself. They thought they ventured alone beyond the walls of the lair, but whereas Splinter had always managed to keep the others from following them, he had never let them alone for long out of his sight. He had single handedly stopped the Foot many a night from interrupting their private dates, and he would again.
But he could not forever keep their brothers from realizing that what they had come to feel for one another was far more than brotherhood. Splinter sighed, reached out, and tenderly stroked each of their heads in turn. They murmured in their sleep, but nothing could stop the way they were beaming, so full of joy and love. He was going to have to tell them all the truth and hope, and trust in the Maker, that it did not destroy their little family. They were still a family after all. It was just that two of them loved each other far, far more than mere brothers. There was nothing wrong with that, especially as the same blood did not actually run through their veins, but it was going to be a difficult subject to tackle with them all.
He slipped out as soundlessly as he had entered their room, but on his way to brew fresh tea, he heard Raphael sneaking back into the lair. He turned to face his second oldest with the hot kettle still in his iron and smiled. "Long night, Raphael?"
The turtle jumped, his head almost shooting instinctively all the way back into his shell. His tail wiggled, and his beak seemed especially sharp as he snapped without thinking, "Yeah." It would be easy to make them see the reality that they were not all of the same blood, Splinter thought, noting the sharp edge of Raphael's beak and also thinking of Leonardo's red spot, Donatello's softer shell, and Michelangelo's secret spots. It would also be easy, he realized with relief, eyeing a spot on Raphael's green neck where teeth had been earlier in the evening, to make them understand that love between men was just as real and grand as any other kind of love.
His tail twitched, but he calmly nodded, allowing Raphael to pass. He turned slowly, following his son's sneaky motions with solemn eyes. He waited until he was almost out of his sight before commenting, "Did you have fun playing . . . hockey with Casey?" Raphael jumped again, and Splinter laughed silently, his eyes dancing with mirth, joy, and most of all, relief. Yes, it would not be nearly as hard as he had originally thought to explain it all to his boys, truths he would begin revealing tomorrow night.
The End
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairing: Michelangelo/Donatello, Splinter, Raphael/Casey
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Slash Ficlets 34: Orange and 1 Million Words A to Z: S (Shell)
Word Count: 959
Date Written: 5 October 2020
Warnings: Turtle!cest
Summary: Splinter prepares to make revelations, which may not be as difficult as he originally thought.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Splinter sighed as he carefully picked up the orange and purple bandages. He gathered all the cloths close to his chest and discreetly slipped into his youngest' room. The older boys were soon going to begin to deduce the true reason why Splinter had not given his youngest two their own rooms yet -- worse, they were soon going to deduce the true nature of their relationship. He was honestly more than a little surprised Leonardo had not already done so, and Raphael was the street smart one. He knew much more of his world than his other three brothers combined.
The boys were sleeping soundly, Michelangelo's snores rattling off the posters of the old bunk bed. Splinter walked with his normal stealth, soundlessly approaching their bed nonetheless. He put the arm and leg wrappings on the table first, then added their belts and weapons, all without making a sound. He could not have possibly been heard over Michelangelo's ear-shattering, bestial snores, but it was his own natural grace that kept him from making a sound as he watched over his boys.
He turned to face them, his wiry, old tail whisking around his legs. They were sleeping, cuddled together, without a care in the world. Mikey actually did not have his thumb in his mouth, but it was clear, especially from the tiny pool of salvia on Donatello's shell, that he had been suckling his brother's shell in his sleep. But that was the crux of the whole situation, was it not? Splinter thought, silencing the sigh that rose within him. The tip of his tail twitched instead.
He had raised his boys to be brothers, and that was perhaps part of the problem. He had always known there was only four of them, and there would only ever be four unless the Shredder somehow managed to create mutants again. Donatello was certainly he'd finally successfully destroyed the remaining ooze, but it would not be the first time his old foe managed to find more of the catastrophic, green slime.
Then, too, it wasn't really catastrophic. Yes, it changed innocent animals into more intelligent, mobile beings than they would otherwise ever be, but it had brought them all together. It had given him a purpose in this life when he'd had none left. It had given him sons, and them brothers. They all believed they were the same, and they never looked more closely at each other. Leonardo hid his single red spot well, and even Donatello, with all his intelligence and curiosity, did not question why their skins were slightly different shades of green.
The truth was simple: they were brothers in nature, in heart, in spirit, in every way but blood. But with there only being the four of them, it had only ever been a matter of time before they would begin . . . exploring. There was nothing wrong with the love Splinter witnessed before him. It brought his boys happiness and peace. It gave them love and more joy than he'd ever seen or felt himself. They thought they ventured alone beyond the walls of the lair, but whereas Splinter had always managed to keep the others from following them, he had never let them alone for long out of his sight. He had single handedly stopped the Foot many a night from interrupting their private dates, and he would again.
But he could not forever keep their brothers from realizing that what they had come to feel for one another was far more than brotherhood. Splinter sighed, reached out, and tenderly stroked each of their heads in turn. They murmured in their sleep, but nothing could stop the way they were beaming, so full of joy and love. He was going to have to tell them all the truth and hope, and trust in the Maker, that it did not destroy their little family. They were still a family after all. It was just that two of them loved each other far, far more than mere brothers. There was nothing wrong with that, especially as the same blood did not actually run through their veins, but it was going to be a difficult subject to tackle with them all.
He slipped out as soundlessly as he had entered their room, but on his way to brew fresh tea, he heard Raphael sneaking back into the lair. He turned to face his second oldest with the hot kettle still in his iron and smiled. "Long night, Raphael?"
The turtle jumped, his head almost shooting instinctively all the way back into his shell. His tail wiggled, and his beak seemed especially sharp as he snapped without thinking, "Yeah." It would be easy to make them see the reality that they were not all of the same blood, Splinter thought, noting the sharp edge of Raphael's beak and also thinking of Leonardo's red spot, Donatello's softer shell, and Michelangelo's secret spots. It would also be easy, he realized with relief, eyeing a spot on Raphael's green neck where teeth had been earlier in the evening, to make them understand that love between men was just as real and grand as any other kind of love.
His tail twitched, but he calmly nodded, allowing Raphael to pass. He turned slowly, following his son's sneaky motions with solemn eyes. He waited until he was almost out of his sight before commenting, "Did you have fun playing . . . hockey with Casey?" Raphael jumped again, and Splinter laughed silently, his eyes dancing with mirth, joy, and most of all, relief. Yes, it would not be nearly as hard as he had originally thought to explain it all to his boys, truths he would begin revealing tomorrow night.
The End
