Smoldering Love (donatello x reader)

Ch.6

A/N: I'm well aware that they're 15 in the first episode, but I don't want the reader to be that young. That's kinda young for her mom to be letting her out as often as she'll start being. Therefore, I don't really want the turtles to be that much younger than her.

"Gotcha," Donatello said as he caught me in a princess carry.

"It's not even that far," I said mostly to myself.

"Yeah, you should be able to make it yourself next time. And there is a ladder..." he said looking away scared, probably from the death stare I was giving him.

He put me down and I looked around. It wasn't as gross as imagined, but it wasn't "clean" either.

"This way," instructed Donatello, after covering the manhole.

It was too dark to see so I just walked forward blindly, listening to Donatello's footsteps, but soon I tripped over something hard.

I gasped, but I never hit the floor. Donatello had one arm around my waist and the other held my hand steadying the cake.

"Thank you," I managed to say through my embarrassment.

"No problem, is it too dark to see?"

"A bit,"I admitted.

"You should have said something. It's dangerous to walk without seeing where you're going. Well...since I don't have a light on me..." he paused briefly, "you could hold on to me. I'll make sure you won't fall."

Seeing no other option, "I guess."

He grabbed my free hand to wrap my arm around his and lock arms together.

"Is this fine?" he asked timidly.

"Mhmm."

We went on like this for about five minutes before I broke the silence with questions about his family.

"So what are your brother's names?" I asked.

"The oldest is Leonardo. He's our leader."

"What color is he? I mean his mask."

"Blue...you noticed we had different colored masks?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah."

"Oh well, the second oldest is Raphael. He has a red mask, and a bad temper. And he's violent," he said matter-of-factually, as if he's experienced his brothers violence too many times.

"I'm the third oldest, the brains in our bunch. And the youngest is Michelangelo-"

"He's orange," I interrupted.

"Yeah. He's..." he paused looking for the right word to describe his younger brother, "well, he's in love with pizza."

"So all of you guys live down here?"

"Yeah, us and Master Splinter."

"Who?"

"Master Splinter is our father. He taught us ninjitsu."

"Oh, so he's a turtle too?" I asked trying to digest everything.

"No, he's our adoptive father. He used to be human...but he's a rat now."

That surprised me. "How'd that happen?"

He was mutated along with us 16 years ago. We'll explain this later tonight," he assured.

"So...I should have gotten a cheesecake..."

Donatello laughed. "Don't worry about it. We're almost there."

Soon I could see my surrounding as we got out of the sewers and into an abandoned subway line.

He unhooked his arm, and smiled a gap-toothed smile at me. "We're here."