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TMNT - Changes (Kiriban Prize) P3 of 3 (finish)
TMNT - Changes (Kiriban Prize) Part 3 of 3 (finish)
(TMNT CC's Based more on 2003 version) Raph is 20, :iconoveride2008: OC Sasha is 18
A soothing bright, warm light engulfed her entire body, she felt like a feather, free in a warm spring breeze.
She couldn’t see anything other then the light itself, but she did not threat, even though she couldn’t see Raph, she could still feel his hand, the one thing that made her fear stay back in its cage.
She had to admit though this felt odd, she enjoyed the serenity it brought her, as quickly as the light came the sooner it left.
Feeling herself finally standing on something solid again, her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, eyes widen in complete disbelief, she didn’t have the faintest idea where she was this time, or what she was seeing was even possible, this place was the most foreign thing, she has ever witnessed.
TMNT Leo x Reader Ghost Busted (2007)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Author’s Note: Thanks so much for the request! Alright here is my 2007 Leo story, sorry it had taken so long to post this but I really hated the first draft of this and did some heavy editing, really hope you enjoy it! Thanks everyone for reading hope you enjoy!
Leo x Reader (2007)
"We have a job that requires your, well, expertise." A deep male voice with a latin accent says sitting in his dark leather desk chair.
"I don't come cheap."
"With the sort of flow that'd come in, once this problem of ours is," he pauses to tap his cigar over the clay ash tray, "... taken care of. Money will be of no issue." He finishes placing the sweet scented, only source of light in the dimly lit office back in his mouth.
"Must be quite the problem if you'd be foolish enough to demand my presence. High risk is i