Wrong? (TMNT; Don/Mike; G)
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katleeptTitle: "Wrong?"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble, Slash, Turtlecest
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 8 November, 2011
Challenge: For the Fanfic-Bakeoff LJ comm's monthly competition
Disclaimer: Donatello, Michelangelo, all other characters mentioned within, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"You made this for me?" Donatello asked, puzzled, as he examined the valentine his brother had just given him. The words scrawled across the lace-covered, paper heart spoke of a love far deeper than mere brotherly affection.
Mikey blushed and lowered his face. He drug a bare foot across the cement floor of their home. "I guess," he spoke nervously, twisting his green hands behind his shell, "I shouldn't have, but I kind of feel differently about you, Donnie. You're more than a brother to me, more than a friend . . . " He peered anxiously up into his beloved brother's troubled face. "Is that wrong?" he asked quietly, hoping it wasn't and cursing himself silently for being so stupid as to give Donatello a present that made his true feelings so obvious.
Donatello's own hands trembled slightly as he carefully examined his valentine's every inch. "I know not," he finally admitted. "Is it wrong to see the stars in the night sky and want to be able to touch every one of them and name all their constellations yourself? Is it wrong that we share these feelings for the pulsations of my aorta artery increase in speed and volume every time your flesh brushes mine? Is it wrong -- ?" He paused at the look on Mikey's face that told him he was completely lost.
"Huh, translation, please?" Michelangelo asked slowly.
Donatello smiled into his brother's eyes. "If it's wrong, Mikey," he said simply, forcing himself to remove all the normal verbal dressing of his preferred, fifty dollar words as his brothers oft referred to his vocabulary, "then we're both in the wrong, and I don't know if I care if we are wrong. I love you too!" He touched his beak to his, and their hearts sang beautiful music together!
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble, Slash, Turtlecest
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 8 November, 2011
Challenge: For the Fanfic-Bakeoff LJ comm's monthly competition
Disclaimer: Donatello, Michelangelo, all other characters mentioned within, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"You made this for me?" Donatello asked, puzzled, as he examined the valentine his brother had just given him. The words scrawled across the lace-covered, paper heart spoke of a love far deeper than mere brotherly affection.
Mikey blushed and lowered his face. He drug a bare foot across the cement floor of their home. "I guess," he spoke nervously, twisting his green hands behind his shell, "I shouldn't have, but I kind of feel differently about you, Donnie. You're more than a brother to me, more than a friend . . . " He peered anxiously up into his beloved brother's troubled face. "Is that wrong?" he asked quietly, hoping it wasn't and cursing himself silently for being so stupid as to give Donatello a present that made his true feelings so obvious.
Donatello's own hands trembled slightly as he carefully examined his valentine's every inch. "I know not," he finally admitted. "Is it wrong to see the stars in the night sky and want to be able to touch every one of them and name all their constellations yourself? Is it wrong that we share these feelings for the pulsations of my aorta artery increase in speed and volume every time your flesh brushes mine? Is it wrong -- ?" He paused at the look on Mikey's face that told him he was completely lost.
"Huh, translation, please?" Michelangelo asked slowly.
Donatello smiled into his brother's eyes. "If it's wrong, Mikey," he said simply, forcing himself to remove all the normal verbal dressing of his preferred, fifty dollar words as his brothers oft referred to his vocabulary, "then we're both in the wrong, and I don't know if I care if we are wrong. I love you too!" He touched his beak to his, and their hearts sang beautiful music together!
The End
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Date: 2012-01-13 10:14 pm (UTC)And this fic too!