TMNT X Reader Oneshots Part 2

future Rise turtles x Jedi reader

In the sprawling neon-lit ruins of a future New York City, the skies were perpetually cast in hues of electric blue and deep purple. The remnants of skyscrapers stood tall, their once majestic structures now partially crumbled and overtaken by greenery. The year was 2099, and amidst the chaos, the city had found its guardians in the form of four familiar yet matured figures: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.

You, a Jedi who had traversed dimensions and time to arrive in this dystopian world, had found an unlikely family and partners in these four turtles. Each of them, with their distinct personalities and abilities, had become your pillars of strength and sources of unending love. Your lightsaber, a symbol of your connection to the Force, had seen many battles, but it was here, in this unfamiliar future, that you found true balance.

One evening, as the city lights flickered to life, casting a serene glow over the rooftop where you all had gathered, Leonardo, now the wise and burdened leader, approached you. His eyes, once filled with the excitement of youth, now held a depth of experience and responsibility.

"Y/N," he began, his voice a gentle rumble, "it's been a while since we had a night to ourselves. How about we spar a bit? It's been ages since I've had a worthy opponent."

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the prospect. Sparring with Leo was always a blend of challenge and thrill, his precise movements and strategic mind making every encounter exhilarating. "You're on, Leo. But don't hold back just because I'm your partner."

As you both readied yourselves, the others gathered around to watch. Raphael, ever the protective and brooding one, leaned against the remnants of a brick wall, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "Don't let him go easy on you, Y/N. Show him what a Jedi can do."

Donatello, the brilliant and ever-inventive genius of the group, adjusted his tech glasses, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "I've got the medbay ready in case Leo needs it after this."

Michelangelo, the eternal optimist and bringer of joy, cheered from the sidelines, his skateboard tucked under one arm. "Go, Y/N! Show him some of those Jedi moves!"

The sparring match began, your lightsaber humming with energy as you moved in tandem with Leo, his katanas a blur of silver. The rooftop echoed with the sound of clashing blades and the rhythmic steps of your intricate dance. Every strike and parry was a testament to the deep understanding and trust between you two.

As the match progressed, the lines between sparring and something more intimate blurred. Each movement was a silent conversation, a shared history of battles fought side by side. Leo's eyes never left yours, his focus unwavering, yet there was a tenderness in his gaze that spoke volumes.

The match concluded with a final, decisive clash, both of you breathing heavily but smiling. "You're incredible, Y/N," Leo said, sheathing his katanas. "I'm lucky to have you by my side."

Before you could respond, Raphael approached, a playful grin on his face. "Alright, my turn. Let's see if you can handle someone who doesn't play by the rules."

You laughed, the prospect of facing Raph's raw power both daunting and thrilling. "Bring it on, Raph. Just try to keep up."

Raph's style was as expected: raw, unrestrained, and powerful. Every swing of his sai was a test of your agility and strength. The rooftop shook with the force of your clashes, the others watching with rapt attention. Raph's eyes glinted with a mix of competitive spirit and admiration. "You're tough, Y/N. But let's see how you handle this!"

With a sudden burst of energy, he launched into a series of rapid attacks, pushing you to the limit. Your lightsaber hummed and flashed, parrying each strike with precision. The Force flowed through you, guiding your movements and enhancing your reflexes. The intensity of the battle left you both breathless, but you held your ground.