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hey guys...

So life update is that my friend and I are desperately trying to escape very abusive households. Not to go too into depth but these households has gave us both a laundry list of issues.

We have set up a GoFundMe to maybe raise at least 2000 to get us started with bills and out. I will leave a link so that you may donate and any little bit helps and is much appreciated. And we hope that in the future we can pay it forward.

Please please please help if you can and thank you so much if you have.

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Where Dreams Lie part III

I have yet to decide on how to truly continue this fic so have a pause with some Donnie comfort!!! I listened to Somewhere Only We Know on loop while I wrote this so enjoy!

Donnie wasn't surprised when he found you on a very familiar, and very tall building. It had the best lookout that still had safety features.

He hadn't yet hoisted himself onto the roof and he could see the blue hoodie shaking. Sleeves pulled over your hands as you tried to scrub the sadness from your face. Your legs hanging underneath the rails and over the side of the building.

Donnie wasn't surprised that you were crying. If he had heard the end of the conversation right Leo had just warped your memories and worldview.

"I told you." He had snarled as Leo watched you run. He went to go after you and Leo had tried to pull him back. Donnie had shrugged him off and with the most malice that he could muster towards his blue brother he had snarled.

"I once again have to fix YOUR fuck up. Some leader you are if you can't even care for the person you say you love." He hadn't even let his brother respond before he took off towards your retreating form.

Donnie shook his head at his choices. Master Splinter would talk to him once he got home. But right now his concern was you.

He hopped up trying to make as much noise as he could as not to startle you.

You glanced towards him, scrubbed your face again, and tried to take a deep breath. He worked his jaw so that he wouldn't let out the whimper that clawed up his throat.

He could cut himself to death from how broken you looked. It broke his own heart to see you look so small. His brother had taken a once very confident fighter and person... And turned you into this.

"Oh hello." You had managed between hiccups.

He said nothing but made a gesture to ask if he could join you, approaching you as though you were a wounded animal.

His heart broke at your hesitation. You did nod, eventually.

He sat beside you and let his legs hang under the rails like you. the silence was broken when you spoke up again.

"You're... his younger brother right?" He paused.

"Yes."

"I'm glad at least not all of my memories are not seemingly fabricated"

Donnie heard his own jaw click in anger. He heard his blood roaring in his ears. He took a steadying breath before he went to go kill his stupid older brother. Some leader he is when he would gaslight his own significant other.

"Well I can tell you what is real and not if you'd like?" he offered with a smile he hoped was reassuring.

You looked up at him in so much surprise it hurt and made his throat close up.

"I think I'd like that." You said softly.

This time his smile was genuine, and he nodded.

Now I have to fix more than one of your Fuck ups Leo. This time you might not get them back.

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Can I be added to Your world tag list?

Of course!!! I'm just rewriting the story so it's taking a bit longer than normal to Update

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SORRY!!!

Where Dreams Lie Part II

Note:

I'm going to be completely honest... I was going to leave it as a one shot but my friends wanted more so I am here to provide. I listened to Grace by Luis Capaldi on loop as I wrote this. So I highly suggest listening to it as you read. Enjoy. P.S this will be continued to at least three to five parts. And yes I slipped a few lines in.

Leonardo X reader

He didn't quite remember when he finally gathered himself back up and slunk down into the sewers. Sometime in the middle of the night he had saw you go back to sleep. It gave him comfort that you wee safe. Safe from him. Safe from the danger that you so willingly would put yourself through if you hadn't been hit with the intense amnestic that The Foot had been working on.

He saw Donnie watch him slink into the kitchen.

"You should just bring them back. Eventually it will wear off-"

"And they will remember how much of a monster I am. Raph had better control under the influence than I did." Leo cut him off aggressively. Donnie flinched.

Leonardo honestly felt bad. Ever since the last major attack from the Foot he had been more hostile. Normally he was the one to keep a cool head as he was the leader. But a button had been pushed and none of the brother knew how to bring their calm brother back.

They actually acted like they stood on eggshells around him. The only thing that would both calm and anger him was you. So they would often suggest him to watch you go to school. But only Donnie ever suggested you to be brought back.

There were only a couple of instances where the other two would worry for his life but Splinter would often step in as well saying that the eldest brother was acting foolish and out of control.

So Leo let out a anger filled huff and when to make his drink. He avoided tea now. It never tasted right anymore. He could never get the right amount of honey or milk that you would put in. So he settled with coffee. It was bitter and made his stomach churn and often cause headaches after an extended time without it but it sufficed. It didn't remind him of you.

I can't seem to drown you out long enough.

He avoided the mediation room unless Splinter flat out told him to go and would sit with him, something he hadn't had to do since he was a toddler as it usually was Leo's safe place.

Leo drank the scalding hot coffee quickly before rushing out of the lair into the dark morning, leaving your worn book behind. Donnie picked it up and slowly flipped through it as Raph and Mikey warily walked into the makeshift kitchen. Donnie saw the notes and dogears that you had left behind in black ink and Leo's responses in a light blue.

I fell victim to the sound of your love.

He sighed and looked at his brothers. Mikey looked down and away as if he was at fault for something and Raph shook his head bitterly before leaving quickly and to his gym.

I got nothing but you on my mind.

You had now started searching the web for humanoid Turtles on the streets that mostly were associated with blue. You came up with sparse descriptions and even fewer writings on them, all of them taken down for fake news by the New York police. Irritation now settled into your stomach as you looked and came back with nothing for your time. You were certain that there had to be something.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

You were sure that, that dream was not a dream and was a memory. I couldn't have been just a dream. You weren't going to allow it. After endless hours of searching you found a hint in one of April's old writings. Mentioning that there were vigilantes in the cities that she was certain were not human.

The article provided blurry pictures and other grainy photos that most critics called photoshopped and a hoax. But to your sleep deprived and desperate brain you it was proof. A little bit of light at the end of the endless and painful tunnel. And you were running, running and grasping for that light. Begging it to come to you. You smiled as you stared at the rain coming down heavily.

When night fell and the rain had stopped you grabbed what few supplies you needed and shoved them into a a raggedy backpack that your family said that you would take every time you left for the weekend. The supplies included an extensive diary of all of your dreams/memories, a detailed drawing of the person that you often called 'Leo' in your dreams, and other essentials.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

You ran through the streets, the slash from puddles were soaking the cuffs of your jeans. The hoodie barely protected you from the chill of the night and the fresh rain fall.

I'm not ready to be just one of your mistakes.

You stopped in front of a very familiar tunnel. It was a passage that you walked down many times in your memories. You bit your lip as you dug out a flashlight and walked down the tunnel. Searching.

"I can't be wrong. Please..." Was the small prayer that you mumbled as you entered.

I was just a breath removed from going to waste.

You heard a familiar sound of footsteps. You swore how many times you replayed the sound in your dreams and waking you could recognize it from anywhere.

You held your breath as you felt as every cell in your body was anticipating him to come around that small corner.

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

You saw him step around the corner and you nearly burst into tears right then and there.

"I was right!" was your choked out response. He finally looked in your direction and you melted seeing the piercing blue eyes from your dreams.

Your grace...

He looked confused as to why you were there. You wanted to run into his arms and feel as safe as you did in your memories.

"I remembered! Albeit fractured and full of holes I remember you Leo."

Your grace....

You didn't know what reaction you expected when you found him. But it certainly wasn't anger. Anything but anger. You dealt with anger on a daily from your Mother and classmates. But you scrambled in your fractured memory

He stormed up to you and growled.

"Why are you here?"

You felt your heart stop for a split second as you stared up at him at a loss for words.

"Answer me!" Was the loud shout. You yelped and flinched, stumbling away from him.

"For you..." Was the whimpered reply.

I'm not ready to be just another one of your mistakes.

"Why." you could hear his teeth grind together. That one memory of those blue eyes soft like a gentle sea and those large hands, now clenched into fists, held your face so lovingly and stroked your cheeks.

"Because I thought.." You breathed out in a scared whisper.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

"Do you ever remember me loving you?" He bellowed. his voice hurting your ears and you coved your ears as he did.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

"No.." You spoke softly as if speaking to your very angry ex stepfather. walking on eggshells. you voice still begging. You knew what was coming next. God please no. Your inner voice plead.

Don't take it away.

"Good. Because I. Never. Did." He spat. Your heart broke into little pieces along with that vision of that loving smile. Broken like glass with a sledgehammer. The sound of tinkling of those broken shards played in your ears like a sad music box. Silence along with your tears filled the space between the two of you.

Salvation in the form of your grace.

"Y/N?" was a call from down the tunnel. You looked up and saw a vaguely familiar turtle with a purple bandana. Not wanting him along with Leo to see you so broken you turned on your heel and ran. Leaving the dropped flashlight and backpack behind.

"Y/N!" was the desperate call behind but you didn't stop, and you didn't hear pursuit.

Your grace!

Leo knew what he did was wrong. He knew as Donnie yelled at him. A temporary heartbreak would heal soon. You were safe from him and the Foot now. He ignored Donnie as he headed back to his room. He would leave you alone now. That was for the best.

Don't take it away.

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Hi!! Just read His World/Your World and was wondering if I could be added to the tag list if you choose to continue it?

Yes! I apologize for no updates for a while I hit a huge writers block! And hopefully will be updating soon!

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Your World Part 4

Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

Note: *Crawls out of the AO3 Dadzawa and comfort/angst Izuku hole that I fell into* I have made a mistake! Now I want and need recommendations for new fics and if people need their own recs I have a literal list. But I will be also posting on there when they give me my login. Now enjoy my own version of angst and comfort.

Bakugou had basically moved into your apartment after the depression accident. He heavily scented you and several of your favorite items before long missions and would call you regularly when he had the time. He would have you seated in his lap as he would check emails and you really didn't have to cook for yourself anymore like times before.

You both had become a bonded couple all Bakugou had to do was give you a gift, a tradition that had easily folded into human traditions from the dragons, and give you a new mark. He was even upset when you brought home plushies scented by Mina or Kirishima. He didn't try and take them away from you after the first time he tried. he still was healing from the bite mark.

The dragon had mixed feelings about these developments. He wanted to protect the small and fragile human that his owner had begged him to protect but he also knew that this new alpha was the reincarnation of his owner. So as he knew he couldn't leave his charge and that they would never die as his owner was meant to, he knew that they would end up grieving after the reincarnation died. So both the need and knowledge that the human would be protected and hurt left the old being at a standstill. He let out a frustrated growl as he watched the pair dance in the kitchen that was coved in flour. His omega with a happy light in their eyes that he hadn't seen in centuries, as the alpha spun them in a circle with the look in his eye as the original. The dragon watched as the human that hung his stars and moon laughed and leaned against the alpha that was and wasn't his owner. Frustration did not even begin to describe what he was feeling. He wanted the alpha to leave and stay at the same time. A constant contradiction that weighed on his mind. maybe because of this, he caused the downfall of what was to end in tragedy. He planted a small seed of doubt in the head of the alpha about the bite mark on the omega's shoulder. Just a small question as to who did it belong to. That small seed was supposed to wait and fester in the back of the mind.

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Hi could I be added to the tag list for Your World?

Of course!!! ❤❤❤❤

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Another picrew! Thanks to @ct-1994 for the tag! It me:

Tagging: @kyjoraven (don’t worry, they have a green skin tone option so you can make tara)

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Where Dreams Lie Part II

Note:

I'm going to be completely honest... I was going to leave it as a one shot but my friends wanted more so I am here to provide. I listened to Grace by Luis Capaldi on loop as I wrote this. So I highly suggest listening to it as you read. Enjoy. P.S this will be continued to at least three to five parts. And yes I slipped a few lines in.

Leonardo X reader

He didn't quite remember when he finally gathered himself back up and slunk down into the sewers. Sometime in the middle of the night he had saw you go back to sleep. It gave him comfort that you wee safe. Safe from him. Safe from the danger that you so willingly would put yourself through if you hadn't been hit with the intense amnestic that The Foot had been working on.

He saw Donnie watch him slink into the kitchen.

"You should just bring them back. Eventually it will wear off-"

"And they will remember how much of a monster I am. Raph had better control under the influence than I did." Leo cut him off aggressively. Donnie flinched.

Leonardo honestly felt bad. Ever since the last major attack from the Foot he had been more hostile. Normally he was the one to keep a cool head as he was the leader. But a button had been pushed and none of the brother knew how to bring their calm brother back.

They actually acted like they stood on eggshells around him. The only thing that would both calm and anger him was you. So they would often suggest him to watch you go to school. But only Donnie ever suggested you to be brought back.

There were only a couple of instances where the other two would worry for his life but Splinter would often step in as well saying that the eldest brother was acting foolish and out of control.

So Leo let out a anger filled huff and when to make his drink. He avoided tea now. It never tasted right anymore. He could never get the right amount of honey or milk that you would put in. So he settled with coffee. It was bitter and made his stomach churn and often cause headaches after an extended time without it but it sufficed. It didn't remind him of you.

I can't seem to drown you out long enough.

He avoided the mediation room unless Splinter flat out told him to go and would sit with him, something he hadn't had to do since he was a toddler as it usually was Leo's safe place.

Leo drank the scalding hot coffee quickly before rushing out of the lair into the dark morning, leaving your worn book behind. Donnie picked it up and slowly flipped through it as Raph and Mikey warily walked into the makeshift kitchen. Donnie saw the notes and dogears that you had left behind in black ink and Leo's responses in a light blue.

I fell victim to the sound of your love.

He sighed and looked at his brothers. Mikey looked down and away as if he was at fault for something and Raph shook his head bitterly before leaving quickly and to his gym.

I got nothing but you on my mind.

You had now started searching the web for humanoid Turtles on the streets that mostly were associated with blue. You came up with sparse descriptions and even fewer writings on them, all of them taken down for fake news by the New York police. Irritation now settled into your stomach as you looked and came back with nothing for your time. You were certain that there had to be something.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

You were sure that, that dream was not a dream and was a memory. I couldn't have been just a dream. You weren't going to allow it. After endless hours of searching you found a hint in one of April's old writings. Mentioning that there were vigilantes in the cities that she was certain were not human.

The article provided blurry pictures and other grainy photos that most critics called photoshopped and a hoax. But to your sleep deprived and desperate brain you it was proof. A little bit of light at the end of the endless and painful tunnel. And you were running, running and grasping for that light. Begging it to come to you. You smiled as you stared at the rain coming down heavily.

When night fell and the rain had stopped you grabbed what few supplies you needed and shoved them into a a raggedy backpack that your family said that you would take every time you left for the weekend. The supplies included an extensive diary of all of your dreams/memories, a detailed drawing of the person that you often called 'Leo' in your dreams, and other essentials.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

You ran through the streets, the slash from puddles were soaking the cuffs of your jeans. The hoodie barely protected you from the chill of the night and the fresh rain fall.

I'm not ready to be just one of your mistakes.

You stopped in front of a very familiar tunnel. It was a passage that you walked down many times in your memories. You bit your lip as you dug out a flashlight and walked down the tunnel. Searching.

"I can't be wrong. Please..." Was the small prayer that you mumbled as you entered.

I was just a breath removed from going to waste.

You heard a familiar sound of footsteps. You swore how many times you replayed the sound in your dreams and waking you could recognize it from anywhere.

You held your breath as you felt as every cell in your body was anticipating him to come around that small corner.

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

You saw him step around the corner and you nearly burst into tears right then and there.

"I was right!" was your choked out response. He finally looked in your direction and you melted seeing the piercing blue eyes from your dreams.

Your grace...

He looked confused as to why you were there. You wanted to run into his arms and feel as safe as you did in your memories.

"I remembered! Albeit fractured and full of holes I remember you Leo."

Your grace....

You didn't know what reaction you expected when you found him. But it certainly wasn't anger. Anything but anger. You dealt with anger on a daily from your Mother and classmates. But you scrambled in your fractured memory

He stormed up to you and growled.

"Why are you here?"

You felt your heart stop for a split second as you stared up at him at a loss for words.

"Answer me!" Was the loud shout. You yelped and flinched, stumbling away from him.

"For you..." Was the whimpered reply.

I'm not ready to be just another one of your mistakes.

"Why." you could hear his teeth grind together. That one memory of those blue eyes soft like a gentle sea and those large hands, now clenched into fists, held your face so lovingly and stroked your cheeks.

"Because I thought.." You breathed out in a scared whisper.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

"Do you ever remember me loving you?" He bellowed. his voice hurting your ears and you coved your ears as he did.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

"No.." You spoke softly as if speaking to your very angry ex stepfather. walking on eggshells. you voice still begging. You knew what was coming next. God please no. Your inner voice plead.

Don't take it away.

"Good. Because I. Never. Did." He spat. Your heart broke into little pieces along with that vision of that loving smile. Broken like glass with a sledgehammer. The sound of tinkling of those broken shards played in your ears like a sad music box. Silence along with your tears filled the space between the two of you.

Salvation in the form of your grace.

"Y/N?" was a call from down the tunnel. You looked up and saw a vaguely familiar turtle with a purple bandana. Not wanting him along with Leo to see you so broken you turned on your heel and ran. Leaving the dropped flashlight and backpack behind.

"Y/N!" was the desperate call behind but you didn't stop, and you didn't hear pursuit.

Your grace!

Leo knew what he did was wrong. He knew as Donnie yelled at him. A temporary heartbreak would heal soon. You were safe from him and the Foot now. He ignored Donnie as he headed back to his room. He would leave you alone now. That was for the best.

Don't take it away.

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IT HAD FLUFF IN IT!!!! I promise!!!

Where Dreams Lie

Leonardo x reader

The dripping of water. The flipping of pages. The smell of incense and the feeling of steam of hot tea against your cheeks. A soft, calming and steady beat of a strong heart pressed strongly against your ear.

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

You search around in the dark to find your clock in hopes of a few extra minutes of the loving and peaceful sensations. But it was too late by the time you shut off the blasted thing. The dream had escaped from your mind and slipped quietly between your fingertips.

Groaning in defeat you walked through the quiet house. The sound of your younger sibling snoring sent a chill of irritation up your spine that they could still escape reality as you had to get ready for another day in literal hell. Your morning routine was your only peaceful part of your day besides sleeping.

You threw on your clothes going with a blue theme today along with a large hoodie that appeared out of no where. You kicked your skate board into your hand as you threw your backpack over your shoulder. You grabbed a apple on the way out.

The ride to school was quiet. Though halfway through you had to pull your headphones out and stop. 

You often took the backroads to school and so you always had to keep your guard up. but every once in awhile the light of the lamps and the moon would get blocked and you have to look up.

This had been happening to you for the last few months since you woke up in the hospital. It sent odd chills up your spine and a ball of relief  would settle in your abdomen. You found this odd as, from what you could remember, you were always afraid of the streets since you were younger. Even if a lamp post flickered it would freak you out so bad it would send you running.

People at school and even your normally absent family have noticed these slight changes in your behavior. They had told you that you you go out every weekend and wouldn’t return until Monday evening. You had went missing for two weeks the showed up at the hospital with little to no memory with what had happen or why you would leave now that you were much more lose lipped than you were. They wanted to find the reason for your extensive injuries and the fact that you needed life support.

You stopped in a dark ally when the light of the moon was blocked. You looked up confused and squinted. You felt a small amount of hope well up in your chest. You rubbed your now aching chest when you didn’t find nor see anything above you other than light pollution from the city lights and a few sparse clouds.

~~~~~

Your school day consisted of bullies and rude teachers thinking that your extended absents was due to your laziness and not the fact that you were laying in a hospital bed on advanced life support. You tried to point out that the story was both in the news paper in April O’Neil’s section and on the news. You were sent to the principal’s office for ‘lying’. The principal only sighed and apologized for the teachers rudeness as she wrote them up again, keeping you until your next period.

Home was not much better as your Mother and her boyfriend barraged you with more questions about everything including what had happened in the two weeks you were gone.

Irritated and tired you walked right out of the house and in a random direction. Your feet took you to one of the many entrances of the sewers. You wanted to open it but you were to tired to put in the strength to do so. so you walked into the entrance just enough to be out of sight and sat on the concrete. slipping in your headphones and watched the sun set.

at one point you must a fallen asleep because the dream from the night before came back to you with more detail.

You were curled in someone’s lap as you read your favorite well worn book that when missing after you came home from the hospital. A cup of tea pressed against your chest and the steam gently caressed your face as you read quietly. you lent against a hard chest that felt more like armor but you knew in your subconscious was a chest. You heard the strong and steady beat of a heart as smoke from the many incense danced above your head. you knew you were somewhere in the sewers as you heard the echo of a steady drop of a water drop hitting a puddle.

eventually you saw yourself put down the mug and bookmark the page you were on, placing that too on the mat. You heard a sigh from above you as you reached out of your sight for a hand.

One came into view and the sight shocked you but in the dream you smiled and played with the three green fingers.

“Baby I need to focus.” was the soft complaint but you could tell that there was no heart into it. The simple nickname made your heart flutter.

“We have been in here for two hours Leo. Maybe I need to leave so that you can focus?” you huffed. The hand lifted from your grasp and gently turned your chin upwards. Your eyes were met with a humanoid turtle. You wanted to be horrified but you felt your heart melt as your eyes attached to those deep ocean blue eyes.

“I want you here. No. I need you here. I get nervous when you are out of sight.” ‘Leo’ said softly. You felt his breath fan your face and you were hit with the smell of earl grey tea with honey invade you senses. You turned into putty in his hands as he pulled you in for a hug. He placed his chin on the top of your head and gently started humming.

Your eyes fluttered open to the dark of your room still hearing that soothing voice in your ears.

Tears filled your eyes as you hugged yourself in the dark of your room. Craving that warmth and sweetness. Craving the gentle hands that held you so lovingly and the soothing voice. To you that had been nothing but a dream that had carved your heart out and placed it in someone else’s hands.

But to the turtle with the blue eyes that sat on the roof top watching you it was all real. And you weren’t the only one hurting as his eyes traced the scars down your arms and the hoodie that you huddled yourself in for comfort. His favorite hoodie that he couldn’t bring himself to take back. the scar underneath your eye from his own sword. From him, the person that swore to protect you. He heard your sobs and thought you were remembering how he hurt you as he lost control. He clutched the book that he kept saying to Donnie that he was going to return. He saw the scars and misinterpreted it all and yet he couldn’t move. he had to protect you even though he was the one that was hurting you. He had to. He had to, he thought as he tried to tone out your cries. the cries for someone to hold you. the cries for love that you so desperately craved and already had but was taken from you.

And you both cried into the silent city where the dreams are told to lie. one silent and mournful, the other loud and needing.

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Where Dreams Lie

Leonardo x reader

The dripping of water. The flipping of pages. The smell of incense and the feeling of steam of hot tea against your cheeks. A soft, calming and steady beat of a strong heart pressed strongly against your ear.

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

You search around in the dark to find your clock in hopes of a few extra minutes of the loving and peaceful sensations. But it was too late by the time you shut off the blasted thing. The dream had escaped from your mind and slipped quietly between your fingertips.

Groaning in defeat you walked through the quiet house. The sound of your younger sibling snoring sent a chill of irritation up your spine that they could still escape reality as you had to get ready for another day in literal hell. Your morning routine was your only peaceful part of your day besides sleeping.

You threw on your clothes going with a blue theme today along with a large hoodie that appeared out of no where. You kicked your skate board into your hand as you threw your backpack over your shoulder. You grabbed a apple on the way out.

The ride to school was quiet. Though halfway through you had to pull your headphones out and stop. 

You often took the backroads to school and so you always had to keep your guard up. but every once in awhile the light of the lamps and the moon would get blocked and you have to look up.

This had been happening to you for the last few months since you woke up in the hospital. It sent odd chills up your spine and a ball of relief  would settle in your abdomen. You found this odd as, from what you could remember, you were always afraid of the streets since you were younger. Even if a lamp post flickered it would freak you out so bad it would send you running.

People at school and even your normally absent family have noticed these slight changes in your behavior. They had told you that you you go out every weekend and wouldn’t return until Monday evening. You had went missing for two weeks the showed up at the hospital with little to no memory with what had happen or why you would leave now that you were much more lose lipped than you were. They wanted to find the reason for your extensive injuries and the fact that you needed life support.

You stopped in a dark ally when the light of the moon was blocked. You looked up confused and squinted. You felt a small amount of hope well up in your chest. You rubbed your now aching chest when you didn’t find nor see anything above you other than light pollution from the city lights and a few sparse clouds.

~~~~~

Your school day consisted of bullies and rude teachers thinking that your extended absents was due to your laziness and not the fact that you were laying in a hospital bed on advanced life support. You tried to point out that the story was both in the news paper in April O’Neil’s section and on the news. You were sent to the principal’s office for ‘lying’. The principal only sighed and apologized for the teachers rudeness as she wrote them up again, keeping you until your next period.

Home was not much better as your Mother and her boyfriend barraged you with more questions about everything including what had happened in the two weeks you were gone.

Irritated and tired you walked right out of the house and in a random direction. Your feet took you to one of the many entrances of the sewers. You wanted to open it but you were to tired to put in the strength to do so. so you walked into the entrance just enough to be out of sight and sat on the concrete. slipping in your headphones and watched the sun set.

at one point you must a fallen asleep because the dream from the night before came back to you with more detail.

You were curled in someone’s lap as you read your favorite well worn book that when missing after you came home from the hospital. A cup of tea pressed against your chest and the steam gently caressed your face as you read quietly. you lent against a hard chest that felt more like armor but you knew in your subconscious was a chest. You heard the strong and steady beat of a heart as smoke from the many incense danced above your head. you knew you were somewhere in the sewers as you heard the echo of a steady drop of a water drop hitting a puddle.

eventually you saw yourself put down the mug and bookmark the page you were on, placing that too on the mat. You heard a sigh from above you as you reached out of your sight for a hand.

One came into view and the sight shocked you but in the dream you smiled and played with the three green fingers.

“Baby I need to focus.” was the soft complaint but you could tell that there was no heart into it. The simple nickname made your heart flutter.

“We have been in here for two hours Leo. Maybe I need to leave so that you can focus?” you huffed. The hand lifted from your grasp and gently turned your chin upwards. Your eyes were met with a humanoid turtle. You wanted to be horrified but you felt your heart melt as your eyes attached to those deep ocean blue eyes.

“I want you here. No. I need you here. I get nervous when you are out of sight.” ‘Leo’ said softly. You felt his breath fan your face and you were hit with the smell of earl grey tea with honey invade you senses. You turned into putty in his hands as he pulled you in for a hug. He placed his chin on the top of your head and gently started humming.

Your eyes fluttered open to the dark of your room still hearing that soothing voice in your ears.

Tears filled your eyes as you hugged yourself in the dark of your room. Craving that warmth and sweetness. Craving the gentle hands that held you so lovingly and the soothing voice. To you that had been nothing but a dream that had carved your heart out and placed it in someone else’s hands.

But to the turtle with the blue eyes that sat on the roof top watching you it was all real. And you weren’t the only one hurting as his eyes traced the scars down your arms and the hoodie that you huddled yourself in for comfort. His favorite hoodie that he couldn’t bring himself to take back. the scar underneath your eye from his own sword. From him, the person that swore to protect you. He heard your sobs and thought you were remembering how he hurt you as he lost control. He clutched the book that he kept saying to Donnie that he was going to return. He saw the scars and misinterpreted it all and yet he couldn’t move. he had to protect you even though he was the one that was hurting you. He had to. He had to, he thought as he tried to tone out your cries. the cries for someone to hold you. the cries for love that you so desperately craved and already had but was taken from you.

And you both cried into the silent city where the dreams are told to lie. one silent and mournful, the other loud and needing.

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Your World part 3

Alpha Bakugou x Reader

The city was oddly calm as you stared as you stared at the light pollution on the skyline. You had no idea what time it was because you had escaped your stuffy apartment in favor of the small balcony out in the chilly spring night.

You let out a puff of air and idly watched the small cloud disappear into the night. You wore a very small shirt that had crawled up your abdomen to show a noticeable scar from the arrow from all those years ago along with some sweats that Kiri had bought you a couple of Christmases ago. You heard a deep sigh from behind you and you twitched slightly; then when back to your mindless stare back on the horizon.

"You've gone quiet again." the dragon said quietly. You didn't think that you were meant to hear it. You let out a humorless laugh anyway. You could basically hear the deep worried frown that would etch his face.

"How long has it been again? I lost count." You asked the stars, knowing they wouldn't give you an answer to the hidden question.\

"Several centuries." was the reply. You didn't reply. "Your sinking again. Should I get Kiri? Or the reincarnate of my owner?"

you wanted to turn and glare at him but you were to tired to do so. You reached to grab the pack of cigarettes' that you had grabbed on the way home from the store. But they were gone, more than likely grabbed or burnt in the hands of the dragon.

"Ang-" he stared but you cut him off.

"Don't. Just don't." You said through a strained voice.

You often when through bouts of omega depression after so long without your alpha. The dragon, along with Mina and Kirishima, had been the ones to keep you alive. You always guessed that it was for the fact that they didn't want their friend's sacrifice to be in vein.

you sank lower into the chair that you were sitting in and burrowed further into the small nest of blankets that you had dragged out into the cool air. you felt your inner omega struggle to lift their head.

a vast difference between now and a week ago from the last time you had saw the reincarnation of your alpha. You two had barely met and he had you over almost every night with a new dish for you to 'try'. Each one almost made you burst into tears except for the rare ones that were actually new.

Bakugou had left last Sunday for a mission that was across the ocean and in China. You had grown so used to the alpha being around you and 'accidently' rubbing his scent onto you for the past two months that this week has hit you harder then you ever thought it would. he had told you the day before he left that he was leaving and had came to your apartment to gently kiss your forehead goodbye before he left, you had given him a key in the middle of the second month with how much he was over. He thought that you were sleeping but you weren't.

the dragon watched as your breathing got slower and your scent less vibrant. His nonexistent stomach churned as he saw you get worse and worse and the hours passed he eventually slipped away to hopefully speed his 'owner' along. He saw that Bakugou was on the bottom floor looking tired, he dragged his feet as he tired to make his way across the floor.

The dragon was getting impatient even watching him. Honestly! did he forget that he has an omega now? the dragon thought to himself and tried to remember how he would get his owner to move faster to the small angel before. He spun in a circle above the blonde's head as he tried to think fast. He knew that when Bakugou would get to his apartment he would immediately fall asleep and in turn would be much harder to bring the omega out of their depression. He eventually got the idea to implant a small amount of panic into the blonde.

Since the dragon was essentially a ghost and the blonde was just like his original owner getting Bakugou to listen to him was a no brain. And implanting that small thought of omega depression, that small bit of anxiety was easier than it should have been.

Suddenly Bakugou was much more awake than he was. A disturbing thought had entered his brain from no where that set his heart racing. He wanted to tell himself that his unofficial omega was fine and that they were sleeping calmly in their bed. In fact he did tell himself that all the way home. But he just now realized that the usually potent smell of the omega could not be smelled in the lobby like it usually would. He couldn't even smell it at all.

So Bakugou bypassed the stairs that he would normally take for exercise and anxiously paced the elevator. When the elevator opened his anxiety only grew when he couldn't even smell them down the hallway.

Bakugou ran. He didn't even stop by his apartment to drop his bags. He dug furiously through his carry on for the small handmade key chain that the omega made for him. Their keys so small and fragile dangling at the end. He barely had time to think how ironic that was when he shoved them into the door and threw it open.

He saw that the apartment was in disarray apposed to its usually clean and tidy look. He couldn't even smell them in here either. he called the omega's name now terrified. he was damn well ready to tear the entire apartment apart to find his omega.

He saw the slightest of movement outside on the balcony and he rushed to it. He nearly threw up the horrid plane food when he say the state of them. their once flushed cheeks were a pale white and they were barely breathing.

As if they were about to blow away in cool night breeze Bakugou gently lifted the omega up into his arms and burred his face into their scent gland. Looking for even the slightest hint that they were not completely in the depths of omega depression. His tense shoulders relaxed when he smelled their honey and garden smell. He could bring them back. He settled on the couch and placed your face into his neck and turned the TV on low. He did not plan on sleeping until your scent was able to be smelled without detecting then he fully planed on making you your favorite spicy curry. His anxiety didn't fully disappear until you nuzzled into his neck and finally relaxed.

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