RotTMNT X Reader Stories

Wedding Day: Mikey

"Are you sure you want to do this?" (S/N) asked you uncertainly as you two stood outside the place you were forced to call home.

"I have to, but I'm not going to ask them to come," you nodded.

After taking a few deep breaths, you knocked on the door. Footsteps quickly came down the hallway, and the door flung open to reveal your 'parents' standing there. They gasped when they saw you clad in an orange gown and (S/N).

"(Y/N)! Oh, baby! Where have you been?!" Your mother wailed in fake despair.

"We were worried sick about you, darling!" Your father added.

You saw through their acts, however, and protectively placed (S/N) behind you. "I did not come here to be your money bank anymore. I'm here to also say goodbye."

"Excuse me?!"

You held up your hand with the ring while smirking smugly. In a flash, there was anger in their eyes.

"How dare you not tell us sooner?!" Your mother shouted at you.

"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't find me, but now I found you, and you're still here, not even giving a shit about me and (S/N) and using us as  paychecks," you told them. "We're done being your playthings, mom and dad. We're not staying here anymore."

"I forbid you to leave this place!" Your mother instantly grabbed you by the arm and began tearing your gown apart. Your father, meanwhile, took hold of your little sister and started slapping her.

"OW! Let go!" (S/N) cried.

"Let go of me!" You struggled to break free from your mother's hold. She wasted no time in taking the ring from your finger and threw it out the window.

"No, mom—" you cried in pain when she slapped you hard in the face. You fell to the ground, only to be forcefully pulled back up by a cruel hand.

"You two are gonna be grounded for the rest of your lives, little bitches!" Your father bellowed and went to slap (S/N) again.

A hand instantly grabbed him by the wrist before another punched him straight in the face. (S/N), though crying, rushed over to your saviors as your mother stood there horrified.

You escaped from your mother's grip and rushed over to Mikey. "Mikey!" You ran into his arms, barely sobbing.

He held you close while he, his brothers, and April glared down at your 'parents' and held the ring in his palm. "Which one of you punks threw this?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Y—" your father growled, getting back up from the floor. "Get away from our kids, you—"

"Uh, uh, uh. Don't finish it," Mikey snarled at him, shutting him up. "Now, I'm a pretty chill dude, but when someone hurts my (Y/N) or my sis-in-law, I get really irritated!"

"You are not going with these freaks, brat! We forbid you!" Your mother bellowed at you.

"And we forbid you to forbid her!" April yelled back at her, her hands on her hips, while the guys glaed at your 'parents'. "Who the hell are you to try and stop us? A captain? A progeny? A mayor?"

"We are their parents!" Your father shouted.

You stood your ground and glared at them. "You two have never been and never will be our parents."

Your parents were taken aback by your statement, their anger replaced by shock. The turtles and April glared at them one last time before leaving for the farthest rooftop.

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When you got to the rooftop where the wedding would be, the girls were horrified to see your dress ruined and you and (S/N) in tears. Your faces were also bruised from the hitting your 'parents' inflicted on you .

"Oh, my God! What happened?" Brittany hurried over to check over you as Ginger and Sam grabbed the items necessary to fix the dress.

"We...had a...a bad family reunion..." (S/N) explained through tears. Even though she had grown up, it still hurt to feel the pain from the cruelty of her 'parents'. "They wouldn't let us leave..."

"Shh, shh, shh. It's alright, baby. You're safe now," Carla soothed her tenderly and hugged her. Alli didn't hesitate to fix up the wounds on your and (S/N)'s face as Brittany, Ginger, and Sam worked on fixing the dress as fast as they could.

"I can't believe these people. What kind of assholes destroy a wedding dress on their daughter's big day?" Your auburn-curled friend ranted after she finished healing your faces.

"There we go," Brittany finalized stiching up the bottom of the dress, revealing to be a colorful variety lower half. "It's not much, but it's better this way."

You studied it in the mirror and twirled around, giggling lightly. Your mascara wasn't running anymore, but more tears of happy were forming in your eyes. "Thank you, Brittany," you told her.

"Alright, let's do this!" April exclaimed joyfully.

With Avril Lavigne's 'Keep Holding On' piano version playing from Donnie's phone, Splinter walked you down the aisle, a proud grin on his face. Mikey's face flushed red at seeing your newly fixed dress flowing at your every step.

"Ready to get hitched, lil' brother?" Raph whispered to him.

"Shell yeah," Mikey said, choked up.

Splinter unlocked his arm from yours and stepped alongside his sons. Donnie stepped up in front of you and Mikey and cleared his throat. "Do you, (Y/N) Hamato, take Michangelo to be your dorky husband til death do you part?"

"I do," you giggled.

"And do you, Michangelo, promise to stand by (Y/N) Hamato, treating her like she is your beloved angel, and taking the commitment of her being your wife?"

"Like a turtle do," Mikey smiled.

"Then I am glad to say, little brother, you may kiss your bride."

Mikey grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. You giggled at how much he was into it.

"So glad the dress fixing worked," Brittany smiled.

"Oh, yeah," Alli nodded in agreement.