TMNT ONESHOTS.

" We were too close to the stars. "

1987 turtles / Leolotus
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When the sun's gone too sulk, leaving the night and its spotty moon with its stars, is when romance truly blooms. It feels familiar to Leonardo, it feels familiar to Lotus Blossom.

A night of busted-crime, with first-meetings and flirting in a fight that both didn't realize was getting so romantic.

A night of promise, of longing and hoping. Of misguided deeds, but not really, since it was just for payment and payment is needed.

Oh yes, it reminded them both of what they once were.

Two love-stricken teenagers (And seemingly, nothing had changed, they were still love-stricken, just a lot older.)

..one very dorky, another very independent, and somehow, fell together like two puzzle-pieces, snapping together as they met each-other.

The night spoke for itself, when they both sat on a balcony, nobody looking, nobody judging—it was just them, the moon, and the stars.

They held their hands, intertwined and looped, as if they fit just right. It was almost frightening, the idea of your soulmate—your compliment, being so in range, but being so far from who you thought it would be.

Truly, who would think a mutant turtle and ninja lady would ever get along, even more so, fall in love?

They sure didn't.

But here they are, with the silence that makes their love grow with each passing mili-second, as if they share an invisible conversation, where they have short-filled laughter and smiles with dimples, love on their tongues.

They leaned on each other, a comfortable thing they've been going towards, filled with a sense of honor, of legacy, but most importantly—the trust they've built up.

"Well, Leonardo, I'm surprised." She whispered quietly, looking at the moon instead of the lover, but Leonardo knew there was warmth in her eyes, even if it wasn't visible on her cheeks.

"About what, Lotus?" He said, his free hand instiveky going to fix his tied-headband, he had tied the lotus-blooms she first gave him back there. Had they begun wilting? Lotus gripped his hand tightly.

A bubbly sound rose, and Leonardo felt his cheeks flush. Oh, curse! A human can't blush, but a turtle can, what a dear curse it was..but he didn't feel resentment, nor jealousy, just proud to be able to know Lotus loved his remakes and worries.

They loved each other too not to look past worries, past concerns, too instead, embrace them and with the wild, unexpected and unpredictable emotions they carried. Love was no easy task, but instead, one that needed reassurance

Lotus and Leonardo think they had at least that part down, it's a normalcy not even many humans remember.

"In the movies, wouldn't we dance?" Lotus softly said, their dark eyes meeting each other. Leonardo knew she was wearing her pink-strawberry lip-gloss without looking, but no matter how hard he stared at her eyes, they always changed.

Sometimes, they were dark like soot, sometimes, they were blue like the sky on a sunny day. They changed, and Leonardo didn't know why.

Tonight, they were a mix of it all. Of the blue, the burgundy, the sage, the love. Maybe they were one true color, but Leonardo always thought her eyes were different, and that's why he finds them so fascinating, so truly captivating.

Leonardo caught himself loss of thought, before laughing awkwardly. "Well, I can't dance, Lotus." He whispered.

"I can't dance either, Leonardo." Lotus mulled as well, sing-singing the 'o' at the end of his name. Their hands locked together once more .

Silence, the same one from before, filled over them. Leonardo looked at her, at her lengthy black hair. He stood up, holding her hand still.

They both stood up, looking at each other. Lotus looked down at her lover, smiling quietly, as if she predicted this like she predicted him wearing blue.

"Let's teach each other then, Lotus."

"I would enjoy that."

And so it began, of tumbles and chuckles as they fell together, but either way, they danced and danced, the moon at their disposal, the stars as the lights like at a stadium, like the galaxy had stilled to watch their broken waltz.

They didn't look at the others' feet, which is why they stumbled so much, too easily distracted by each-other to care about how it looked to strangers.

They stumbled and wobbled, black hair swaying around and sticking to her forehead. They were strangers once, but now it felt like the conversations had filled themselves, like glue to its cap when you've turned the capsule too much.

Unpredictably, it was in between their love, and their love was surprising to those around them, but neither found themselves caring, just as they didn't care about the loveliness of this dance, about who was improving and who was dragging down the other.

On the contrary, they thought they were doing great—not literally, they knew they weren't dancing well and should've taken a class instead of each other, but no class is as interesting but so boring at the same time as your lover.

That was the funny bit.

Sometimes, the stories and conversations they held were boresome, with no flavor and like they had no past with each other, but they found themselves enjoying every moment of it.

Sometimes, the story's were so eccentric and exciting, packed full of what they would've once thought was exaggerated but had seen too much to deny, and they still found themselves enjoying the moment.

They could be a bore to each-other, but neither noticed, nor cared; too wrapped up in how much they loved each-other to notice that a conversation was faltering.

To them, it was forever growing, forever changing, forever improving. They had love in their hands and eyes and mouths for each other, and neither was bothered by how overwhelming the love was.

It was just right, like in Goldilocks, it was the thing that let them eat, the thing that let them sit, the thing that let them sleep. Every moment, there was a wonder, even if not consciously, they knew they were thinking of one-another.

Maybe that's all they needed,

And maybe, that's all they wanted.

Leonardo and Lotus looked at each other in the eyes, too caught up in the love and dark too notice they stumbled onto the concrete of the building. They made an equally squeaky noise.

Lotus held Leonardo, and Leonardo held Lotus.

They looked at eachother, and rubbed one-another's forehead. Lotus gave a peck of a kiss of Leonardo's beak, and Leonardo gave a gentle kiss on her nose.

Maybe their kisses weren't as passionate as someone else's, but their love was more passionate than anyone else they knew.

And they still got the relieving, sweetening filling when they kissed each other, because love is what fueled the kisses and not a need to remind each-other.

They didn't need to remind each-other, they loved more than reminding.

They loved more than they thought they could,

And that was okay.