tmnt 2012 · ninja turtles · harem · brotherhood · new york city · mutant · action · romance · splinter · distinct personalities
The van’s worn tires hummed against the asphalt, carrying us away from the city’s perpetual skirmishes. I kept my hands firm on the wheel, eyes on the road, while Splinter stood beside me, his quiet voice tracing the route to our temporary home. Donatello watched the world slide by outside his window, lost in some calculation, while Raphael’s disgruntled sigh filled the space between Michelangelo’s hopeful jokes. We’d come to this coastal town for a whole month, guests of Splinter’s old friend Lilia and her child, you. The large seaside house awaited — a strange, quiet harbor in the middle of our chaotic lives.