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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 2)

[Donnie x fem reader]

Sfw, part 1 here

Intellectually, Donnie was the best matchup for their leader as today was sparring day. He'd gone against his oldest brother many times, sometimes even coming out the victor himself, but today was just not his day.

He held his staff with that iron grip of his and waited for Leo to come at him. Donnie was more on the defensive than any of his brothers; he had to be. Out of all he was weakest physically but superior in calculations, but he was missing range in this matchup. Leo had a hard time disarming him as his katana could sometimes get lodged in the solid wood staff, giving Donnie leverage to perform the finisher in the short time it took him to dislodge his sword. He thought this time would be how that would happen.

"You're slow today, Donnie," Leo said as he lunged at his brother with a swing of his katana, forcing Donnie to step back. He was too focused on blocking Leo's rapid succession of attacks to respond.

Leo reeled back to swing his blade again but Donnie parried and struck his arm with his staff, shoving it aside. For a split second, Leo actually thought he was fixing to go down by this move if Donnie could hit him again quick enough. But his brother hesitated in thought, and without any reluctance himself, he used his other katana to put him in a compromising position. The match was over and Donnie was forced to stand down.

"Why did you hesitate?" Leo questioned him, lowering his blade. Raph watched from the sidelines with Mikey as they prepared to go up next. Since Leo was the winner, it was Raph's turn next to spar in his younger brother's place.

Donnie huffed and dropped his stance, putting his staff away. "It's just an off day," he replied. Splinter wasn't there to dictate today's training session and tournament, so Donnie was already on his way out to go to his lab by the time Raph stepped up to spar. But Leo sheathed his sword and put a hand on Donnie's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"You've been pretty eager to run back to your lab lately," Leo said matter-of-factly. He was wondering what was going on, why Donnie seemed weirdly distant the last couple of weeks. He had gone through a very withdrawn phase in earlier times upon entering his teenage years, but now, he was legitimately making everyone guess. He didn't snap at his brothers, and he wasn't any more impatient than usual. But something was different. He'd been spending a lot more time holed up in his lab, which everyone began to notice. Leo wanted to know what was wrong.

Donnie shifted and shrugged, "Like I said, I've been busy with some projects. Also, it's not like I have much to do out here beside training and patrol."

Leo opened his mouth to speak, but Mikey jumped on between them. "You missed game night last week! You never miss it," he butted in. Both Donnie and Leo gave him a look as if to say really? and he added in, "Well, uh...not usually."

Gently moving Mikey aside, Leo wanted to continue, but he saw Donnie staring at him expecting a follow-up when he didn't really have one. Whatever this was, Leo knew that coming at Donnie with questions was not the way to go about it. So he stepped back and gave his brother some space.

"We all have off days," Leo said finally after an awkward moment of silence. "Just work on your speed, Don."

"Got it."

With that, Donnie turned to leave, and Raph entered the ring to go against Leo in the last match of the night.

Once Donnie was gone, Leo got ready to spar with Raph. As they got into position, he contemplated bringing this recent development up with the other two, but decided against it in the end. He didn't want to incriminate Donnie, especially with Raph's assertive approach to handling things. Donnie could be somewhat flighty at times when it came to resolving matters of emotion, at times a little too introspective, but Leo couldn't fault him—he had his own struggles with that very thing, too.

Done, finally, Donnie thought as he skirted into his lab and started up the game. He was late to the party quite literally; training lasted longer than he'd thought, and he was disappointed to see that his newest friend was online, but not responding to his invite. Did everyone get together and play without him? After a few minutes, he almost decided on giving up. The instance made him contemplate whether he even wanted to continue this. Perhaps he'd been too eager.

He sighed. And then the menu pinged, and he was there reading the message in an instant.

Hey, sorry I partied up without you, I just didn't know if you were gonna be on or not :/

Without even thinking, he licked his lips typed back, repeatedly deleting and retyping his message to make sure it was casual but not too casual, apologetic but not desperate—

It's okay, don't worry about it

Likewise sorry it took me so long to get here.

That would do. He'd be lying to say he wasn't feeling that flutter in his stomach; the excitement of something new got to him in a way that only a discovery in his research did, or how he felt when he mastered a new technique in his training.

Let's get started then :)

They started the game, and this time he kept the mic on, as she did. They talked back and forth as they fought creatures and enemies and looted things, eventually coming to learn that she herself was in New York City. He was surprised; suddenly, the world felt a lot smaller, and he couldn't concentrate on just playing after that. The time they spent became more of an opportunity to converse than to play a mundane game for hours on end.

At some point, she switched the topic to his whereabouts. Donnie's breath hitched.

"I'm...not anywhere near. So it doesn't really matter," he told her, cringing. If the guys found out—if Splinter found out—he would be in such trouble.

"Oh," she paused for a moment, trying to find something to say. "That's alright, I don't want you to feel like you have to tell me, you know?"

He'd muted his mic to release a deep breath. He got lost in thought thinking about how in that moment, he wanted to be human. If he weren't a giant mutant turtle, he could actually form a connection with someone. It was a very "Mikey" thing to think, he reckoned, but at times he wanted friends just like his brother did.

"Yeah, sorry, I just…"

"It's really no problem, dude."

He felt as though he could hear the smile in her voice. What did she look like, he wondered. He wanted to see her, but he couldn't ask for that when he could never do the same. If he could get her name, he'd be in the clear to do some preliminary lookups on this person, but so far, she'd been dodgy about sharing info about herself as well. He couldn't blame her. They were two strangers online, one with a huge secret and the other completely in the dark about who he truly was. For all she knew, he could have been a creep, looking to stalk her online and perhaps do even worse. The thought made him feel almost nauseous, how she could be considering that about him as a possibility as they spoke. But she seemed comfortable enough. Unlike him, who was still slightly skeptical of the entire thing, because after spending his whole life in practical isolation, he was at a loss as to what to say or do after a certain point. The conversation died off and both of them thought simultaneously about how weird the sudden silence between them felt.

She hummed, as if searching for something to bring up. When she spoke, he was taken aback—"Hey, I'm gonna be honest, I really like talking to you but this game is getting boring. Do you wanna chat somewhere else?"

"Uh…" he trailed off, mind shooting blanks. Oh, was it just a horrible idea. He couldn't keep the jig up forever; the truth was bound to get revealed somewhere down the line. He was fixing to reject the proposition, tell her that he didn't want to take it that far. She could be anyone. The likelihood of it being a clever ruse on account of the Foot Clan was slim, but the paranoia still worked ambiently in the background noise of his mind. But his other doubt stopped him—when would he ever have a chance at this again? He wanted to have the strength to say no and leave it at that. The loneliness that crept up on him from time to time had something else to say.

"Yeah," he answered after a terribly long pause of mumbling, fighting with himself all the way as she told him where to add her. He could have kicked himself had it not been for the fact that he knew how to encrypt data, and that as long as he didn't leak a word about his inner circle or life, it would be okay. It didn't feel okay, though.

"Nice! I'll text you, see you later, Bo. I had a lot of fun tonight," she chirped.

Before he could respond, she was gone from the party, and the mic went silent. It happened so fast. He was barely caught up with the fact that he was now receiving messages and prompts to talk, but he couldn't bring himself to answer right away. He had to refocus his logic; how could this be used by the enemy as a way to get to them? Could they have somehow anticipated he'd download this game and find this random on there? The more the thought about it, the more glaringly obvious it was that it was not the case. It was just too improbable.

"The probability of the Foot being able to simulate such a specific scenario in order to get intel on us is so slim, it is practically non-existent," he told himself as he finally pulled up the messages. He read through them. "Approximately a zero-point-zero-zero-zero..."

My name is (Y/N), by the way :)

Well, that was easier than expected. He figured that somehow, the name suited you—a fitting name for such a personality. But it also gave him a glimmer of hope. It made him want to ask why you appeared to trust him, as he could be anyone on the Earth over the screen, not his benevolent self. Which she had no way of proving, technically. But he soon came to realize the screen painted him in a whole new light that it casted on him. It hit then that he could be anyone. He didn't have to be himself; not necessarily. She'd never have to know, as he could wear a human mask and she'd be none the wiser. Problem was, the lying made him feel guilty, and slowly would develop to be the thorn in his side.

Donnie thoughtfully stared at the screen. Now that he was here, some of his anxiety began to fade. He found himself actually able to talk, someone to listen to his tangents and even build upon them. They spent hours texting back and forth about anything and everything until it was almost time for him to put the phone down to leave for patrol. He felt giddy, like a kid, all over again.

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Had you ever been able to talk to someone this easily?

You asked yourself that question as you exchanged with the faceless and nameless stranger over your screen, chatting from afternoon to night. Time flew by in an instant, with him, and you loved every minute. He was someone intellectual, but funny and so easy to talk to that it was as though the conversation carried itself. After some time he came out about his age after you revealed yours. Oftentimes, he'd just present to you a random question when the subject tapered off and run with it, like now:

What do you think of reptiles?

Puzzled, you took a second to reply. Odd question.

Why do you ask? Do you have one?

I was just curious

What do you think of them?

The chat indicator flip-flopped between "typing" and "idle" a few times before a message finally popped up, and you smiled. You'd learned over this short time that he was a dork in a cute way.

Well...I think they're pretty cool.

They've got natural armor and you would be surprised to know just how fast a turtle can be

You laughed a little to yourself. It was such a random thing to bring up, yet you were endeared. Deciding you'd go along with it, you asked him what else he knew about turtles.

Well...

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Donnie was wondering what he was talking about just as much as she probably was. Stupid, he thought, facepalming. His first time really speaking with a human as an equal and he starts talking about turtles. Of course he knew a lot about them, he was one himself—but for some reason he found himself wanting to dispel myths and misunderstandings about turtles as if they reflected on him, when as far as she knew, he was just a human guy like herself.

He groaned lightly and typed, thinking up a fact that wasn't too conspicuous.

Red eared sliders are semi-aquatic.

As he typed the next part, he caught himself writing "we" instead of "they", to his dismay. He quickly fixed the error and continued, feeling weirdly exposed as it was almost as though in sharing this information, he was putting himself under a microscope for her to inspect.

They can hold their breath for up to thirty minutes, usually

Holding his breath was something he'd tested numerous times before. He and his brothers had actually made a game out of it on a few occasions, with Leo leading at thirty-three minutes, Donnie in second at thirty-one. Raph broke at twenty-nine minutes and Mikey followed behind in last at just twenty-seven. The ability could be trained, nonetheless.

That's interesting, I wonder what it's like to be able to go underwater so long?

It's kind of cool, you should try sometime

For THIRTY MINUTES?

Shit. He promptly replied:

No—not like I can hold my breath that long, I just mean you should try to see sometime I guess

I tested it just for the fun of it.

Looking up how long humans could hold their breath on average (between thirty seconds and two minutes), he bumped the number up a little bit and added:

Personally, I'm at two minutes and forty-five seconds

He was embarrassed, partially covering his face as he waited for a response. Such a foolish slip-up; he couldn't afford to say anything cryptic. But he still was fairly sure that he had recovered that alright. He couldn't help but think about how awkward or weird he seemed to her. Who talked about this?

I don't think I could hold my breath for more than a minute, kudos to you haha

Anyway, sorry to switch gears all of a sudden but if you don't mind me asking, what's up with your family? You have any siblings?

He told her no. He would not bring his brothers into this, lest it be the slim chance of a ploy, after all. He said his family situation was unconventional and left it at that.

With that, he said to her goodnight and put his phone away, getting up to go get geared for patrol. It was only then he noticed the figure leaning against the doorway.

Chapter 3

#tmnt #donatello #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fanfiction #sfw #fanfiction #romance #writing

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tmngoose · 3 years

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Some Assembly Required: a Rottmnt story

Remember this post? Well, I decided to clean up what I had and show it to y’all. This was supposed to be a much longer story, but back when I was writing it, I jumped ship for a different fic I was working on and never came back OTL Characters: Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Leo, April, Shelldon, Draxum, Huginn & Muninn (albeit super brief) Tags: Lab accidents, fires, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, obscure UHF reference I won’t be uploading this to Ao3, so you can read it under the cut :U

For the longest time, Donnie dreamed of the perfect lab partner. Though Shelldon was an impeccable assistant, there were moments where Donnie longed to work side-by-side with another scientist. Someone with a thirst for knowledge! Someone who shared his passion for all things technical and methodical; a scientist, just like he considered himself to be!

To think Baron Draxum would be Donnie's long-awaited lab partner was not a scenario the Softshell had ever fathomed. Still, it was one he accepted with great enthusiasm.

Draxum and Donnie saw no reason to doubt their capabilities. However, the rest of the family remained wary whenever the two of them went off meddling in the lab. With April's help, Raph, Leo, and Mikey devised a strict set of guidelines to ensure Donnie and Draxum wouldn't get into too much trouble.

"Scoff!" Donnie threw the hefty packet of rules down at his feet, offended. "What do you take us for: a pair of unhinged Frankensteins? Y'know, it'd be nice if, just for once, you guys would have a little faith in our scientific endeavors!"

"It's not that we don't trust you guys," April explained, "It's just... you guys tend to get a little carried away with your projects, that's all!"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"The last time Barry was in a lab, he created the Oozesquitos," April folded her arms, "And don't get me started about the time you messed with your brother's brains."

"Okay! I get it!" Donnie sighed. He picked up the packet of rules and flapped the dust out from its pages. "We won't get carried away: Todd scout's honor."

April smiled, "Thanks, Dee."

"Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Draxum and I were just about to partake in our latest scientific acquisition: Professor Philo's Chemistry Set for the At-Home Scientist!" Donnie started off for his lab, tucking the packet into a compartment in his battle-shell.

April shook her head, smiling as she headed inside the living room, where the sounds of 8-bit gaming welcomed her. Raph and Mikey were too invested in whatever racing game they were playing to notice April.

"Soo, how'd it go?" Leo asked from his beanbag chair. "Is Donnie mad that we're afraid he'll bring Potatozilla into existence or what?"

"I say he handled it pretty well!" April plopped herself down in the recliner. "I told Donnie that we just wanted to make sure he and Draxum toned it down a bit, that's all."

"See? I told you he'd listen to April!" Mikey grinned smugly at Leo.

Leo rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He went back to scrolling his social feed on his phone, "I'll believe it when they don't create a giant mutant potato or somethin'."

"Be nice, Leo," April swung her legs over the armrest. "We've gotta have a little faith in 'em. Besides, I've never seen Donnie this happy since-"

KA-BOOOOOOM!!!

A powerful tremor shook the lair, taking everyone by surprise. The trinkets Splinter's 'Do Not Touch' cabinet rattled and shook, a few of the lighter items clattered to the floor. April held onto the armchair with Raph steadying it before it could topple over backward. Mikey hid inside of his shell out of reflex as Leo jumped to his feet, prepared to face whatever threat was upon them.

"Omigosh!" Mikey exclaimed, popping his head out of his shell. "What was that?!"

"You don't think DIGG's tryin' to take down the Kaufman Coliseum again?" Raph frowned, trying to rub the ringing out from his ears.

"Um, guys?" Leo sniffed the air, "Does anyone else smell something burning, or is that Raph's 'Taken-By-Surprise' stink?"

Raph sniffed at his underarm, "Nope. It's not me!"

April and Mikey took a moment to smell the air, their noses wrinkled at the familiar acrid odor of smoke.

And smoke could only mean one thing: something was on fire.

Oh no! Donnie! Barry! April's stomach dropped over the thought. She bolted out of the living room with Raph, Leo, and Mikey right behind her. "Please let it be a giant mutant potato!"

It wasn't a giant mutant potato.

By the time they entered the atrium, a thick cloud of smoke had spilled out from the mouth of Donnie's lab, billowing up into the rafters above. Although they couldn't see it, they could hear the fire roaring from deep within the lab.

"Mad Dogz!" Raph barked, "Initiate ‘Fire Safety Plan Alpha!’" “FSssPAH!” Mikey pronounced the acronym from the back of the group.

But before Raph could lead the rescue, Draxum leaped out from the smoke carrying Donnie in his arms; their matching lab coats singed. Shelldon flew out, not too far behind, with Huginn and Munnin holding onto his back.

"Barry!" April ran up to the soot-stained alchemist. "What happened?! I thought y'all we're gonna take things easy? Didn’t y’all read the packet?!"

"We were," Draxum rasped, passing Donnie's limp body into Raph's arms. "If it weren't for a pair of idle hands." He gave his gargoyles a sharp look while removing the safety goggles from his face, leaving clean rings around his eyes.

Munnin's wings sagged, "The instructions weren't joking when it said 'everything in this chemistry set is a fire hazard.'"

"Yeah, including the instructions," Huginn hung his head, "Our bad."

"So, how're we suppose to handle this whole situation?" Leo asked, gesturing to the raging inferno that was (formally) Donnie's lab.

"I'm on it, dudes!" Shelldon replied, concentrating on his emergency protocols hardwired into his drives.

The fire-alarm system blared to life. Then came the hissing of the sprinklers going off and the gush of extinguishing foam spraying deep within the lab. Slowly, the smoke was beginning to ease up, much to everyone's relief.

Slowly, Donnie began to stir, groaning as he slowly regained consciousness, "Ugh... what? M-my lab..." His confusion morphed into panic as he realized the severity of the situation. "My lab!!" He squirmed feebly in Raph's arms, mortified.

"Woah, take it easy," Raph held Donnie against him, firm enough to subdue him yet careful not to hurt him. "That chemistry set of yours nearly got you guys barbequed."

Donnie frowned, "No, you don't understand!" His eyes stung with tears as he thought of his life's work gone in a blaze of unsupervised stupidity. "Everything's ruined!"

"Hey, you don't know that for sure!" April gently touched Donnie's shoulder. "Besides, what's important is you're both okay!"

"April's right," Mikey agreed, clinging to Draxum's side, "We're glad y'all made it out safely. A little flambéed, but you get the idea."

"But my lab," Donnie emphasized.

"Lab shmab, we can worry about that later!" Leo nudged Draxum with his elbow. "For now, let's focus on getting you toasted marshmallows taken care of."

"Yeah, what Leo said!" Raph adjusted Donnie in his arms, heading for the bathroom where the first aid kit was kept. "Just you wait; maybe it's not as bad as you think!"

-x-

Raph's sense of judgment was always a mixed bag, and this time, he couldn't have been farther from the truth.

The lab was a smoldering mess, virtually unrecognizable to the Turtles, Draxum, and April. The walls were blackened, and the smell of burnt wiring and computer parts hung sourly in the air. Puddles of foam and water gathered in parts of the floor, adding to the disarray.

Donnie searched desperately for anything salvageable, but the prospects were slim to none. The bandaged Softshell approached the remnants of his workstation, absolutely gutted. He reached for what was once a prototype for a new battle shell, but it crumbled into ash in his hands.

"Alas, this must've been what it felt like to lose the Library of Alexandria," Donnie mourned poetically, sinking to his knees. Shelldon drifted up to his heartbroken creator, pressing his head against Donnie's side like the loyal drone he was.

"Okaaayyy, so it's a little charbroiled in here," Leo cringed. "But if anyone can fix this, it's you!"

"Do you have any idea how long that'll take me?" Donnie moaned, overwhelmed by the daunting task. "It took me years of refurbishing junk and computer parts, and now I have nothing! Zilch! Nada! No equipment, no materials, no anything!"

Donnie's outburst left the others speechless. They had seen him upset before, but nothing to this extent.

Quietly, Draxum approached Donatello, "As someone who has lost their life's work twice, I understand your plight," he said, joining the turtle on the floor. "However, unlike myself, you are fortunate not to face this endeavor alone. You have your friends, your brothers, and... your lab partner," Draxum looked off to the side, somewhat flustered by the sentimental mushiness his words implied.

"Draxibald's right, Donnie!" Mikey beamed. He was so proud of Barry for stepping up to the plate. He popped up in between them, slinging his arms over their shoulders, "You've got us to help you! We'll have your lab up and running in no time!"

Leo smiled, "Yeah, with you bossing us around, we can totally get the job done!"

"But a total rebuild of this scope requires a certain level of technological sophistication!" Donnie deflated, "So unless you know of any tech-savvy geniuses out there, I don't see how any of this is possible."

"Oh, I know a guy," April answered, "And I'm lookin' right at him~" She smiled at Donnie, who didn't know how to process the compliment. "Have a little faith in yourself, Dee!" Donnie blinked, stunned that his own words were used against him.

"Yeah, you said so yourself!” Raph joined in, “You and that big brain of yours built this lab out of nothin' but junk! If there's anyone who can build back better than ever, it's you! So whaddya say, Don?"

Donnie looked at Raph's hand extended out to him. He then glanced over at Leo, Mikey, and April, all eagerly awaiting his response. He turned to Draxum, who gave a curt nod.

Touched by the support of his family, Donnie wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, "I say let's order some pizzas and chop-chop! Rome wasn't built in a day, people! We've got our work cut out for us!" He took Raph’s hand and was lifted up from the ground. Yes, Donnie supposed he could have a little faith in himself, and everyone else as well.

#rottmnt #tmngoosepost #abandoned fic #rottmnt fic #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt shelldon #huginn and munnin #I was going through my old WIPs and decided to show y'all this one

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anachronisticcrab · 4 years

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Nico is a Roman legacy

I’ve mentioned this before, but never made an actual post about it. But think about it:

He was able to trick an entire camp of Romans that he was one of them for almost a year

Terminus allowed him into the city without any trouble, even though he had initially refused to let Annabeth, Piper and Leo into the city for being Greek

You could say that applies to Percy as well, but Percy has no memories. He believed he was Roman, and the whole gods thing only works because of belief. If no one believes in the gods, they disappear, like Pan did

Also, he was allowed in because of Hera. Even without the belief thing, his queen had just ordered for Percy to be allowed to stay in New Rome

Nico knew he was Greek, he didn’t believe that he was Roman. But Terminus gave him no trouble about getting into New Rome

The only way that should work is if he is Roman. He’s a son of Hades, but he most likely is a Roman legacy

Plus, he’s Italian, which is ‘a slave of Rome’ (it’s a line in their national anthem). Italy is the closest to Rome that exists in the world. Why wouldn’t the Roman gods travel there all the time?

They can manifest in places where their domain runs high, so Italy should be a breeding ground for Roman gods and goddesses, right?

The Roman in him would have to be relatively close to when he was born (ie grandparent or great-grandparent). If not, the Roman would be so slim that Terminus wouldn’t have let him in so easily

I really like the idea of Nico being super close with his grandparents, so I’m going to say it was a great-grandparent for that reason. I don’t have any actual ideas on that, or reasoning other than I like Nico having a good relationship with his nonno and nonna

Now, who is he a legacy of?

I have a few ideas

Bacchus

Somnus

Venus

Achelois

Bacchus because Mr D didn’t punish him for calling him ‘wine dude’ and starting that whole thing. Plus, I like Mr D and Nico as family, and it would help support my trans!nico Headcanon for how Maria accepted him

Somnus is the Roman form of Hypnos, if you didn’t know. This is because of how much energy is drained from Nico using his powers, when it doesn’t really affect anyone else. Also, he can travel through his dreams and sleep for days on end, which seems a little like Clovis to me

Venus because I love Aphrodite Nico. Plus, he seems to be able to calm people down and talk them into doing things a lot (getting an Achilles Heel, promising to protect his sister, letting him shadow travel the Athena Parthenos to America, etc)

And Achelois is a minor moon goddess, which would explain why Nico and Bianca both got along with Artemis so well from the get go. Like, he hates the hunters, but he seems to not be able to hate Artemis. Also, in pjo she hates men a lot, but she seems to like Nico. Him being a descendant of a moon goddess would explain that

Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed this! Which god do you think Nico is a legacy of? I really like Bacchus or Somnus, but what are your opinions?

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #bianca di angelo #annabeth chase #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #will solace #mythology #pjo #hoo

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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7 with indruck?

7: I’m assigned to write a piece rounding up all the bad press that you, a famous celebrity, have been getting and you show up in my office and demand me to write a retraction and get the ‘real’ story”. I went SFW

“Dude! You can’t go in there! Hey, wait, dude, hold on!”

Jake’s voice jars Indrid from staring miserably at his computer screen. But it does nothing to prepare him for the stack of papers that slams into his desk.

“Where the fuck do you get off man?”

Staring him down is a man with dark hair, mis-matched eyes, a scar down his right cheek, and an extremely pissed-off expression. Indrid recognizes him instantly, both from T.V and his last assignment.

“Mr. Newton?”

“Yeah, that’s me, the guy you been draggin through the goddam mud!”

“I-”

“Where are you even gettin this stuff? Substance abuse, bad break-ups, the split between me and my team, who the fuck told you that bullshit?”

“I am not going to reveal my sources.”

“Oh now you get some fuckin ethics?”

“I was just reporting what people told me. I was assigned to round up the press around you now that you’re relaunching your show, and this is what I got. I’m sorry if that upsets you.”

“Upsets me?” Mr. Newton plants his hands on the desk, leaning into Indrid’s space, “buddy, I ain’t even on the same planet as upset right now. I’m actually feelin pretty damn calm, because I know who the fuck is to blame.”

“It’s not my fault” Inrid snaps back, “I got assigned it at random, so if you have issues kindly take them up with Woodbridge.”

“Sir, if you insist on raising a fuss in my office-”

“This him?” Mr. Newton points to Woodbridge as the editor appears from his office.

“Yes.” Indrid glares at Woodbridge through his glasses; he told him these kind of stories would lead to trouble, and it wasn’t even his usual beat.

He braces for Mr. Newton continuing to escalate, but instead the stocky man takes a deep breath , holding his hands up apologetically.

“Look, I’m real sorry, shouldn’t have come in guns blazin like that, and I know you fellas gotta make a livin same as anyone but this kind of stuff-” he whacks the papers into Indrid’s lap, “y’all gotta remember there’s a human on the other end of it.”

“That’s a very fair point, Mr. Newton-” Woodbridge gestures towards the door.

“A human with a damn good lawyer.”

“Mr.Newton, free speech”

“Protects you from the government, not from the Duck. I don’t mind the break-up nonsense, that happened plenty during the first show. Leo, Minerva, and I have been through every relationship configuration known to man, accordin to papers like yours. But the shit about me drinkin? That could damage my career. So could the reasons your ‘sources’ gave for why the show ended. You tellin me you’d hire a fella who apparently yelled at his co-hosts day in and day out and ‘couldn't hack’ bein’ outdoors?” This last question he directs at Indrid, who shakes his head.

“Mr. Newton, retracting the story would look very bad for us. However, we’d be more than willing to publish your side of the story.”

“Close, but my word ain’t enough to counter those claims about me bein’ incompetent. I’m goin’ on a month and a half tour to location scout and shoot the first two episodes. I want one of your writers to come with. Specifically, I want him.” He points to Indrid.

“Wait, why me? I’m not a travel writer, and I have a photography assignment due next week.”

“Because you’re the one who caused this mess, slim.”

Indrid starts to protest when Woodbridge turns to with a smirk.

“Start transferring your assignments, Indrid; you’re going on a roadtrip.”

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Indrid grumbles to himself as he waits on the curb with his bag. Duck, as Mr. Newton has said to call him, told him to pack only one bag, and to bring his camera (“saw your shots when I was researchin you; you might like shootin out on the road”).

A motorcycle pulls up to the curb as he checks the time on this phone. He doesn’t give the vehicle a second look until the rider speaks to him.

“Glad you’re on time.” The helmet comes off, revealing Duck looking much calmer than the last time he saw him, “let’s get your gear on the bike and get goin’.”

Indrid stares at him in disbelief, “were you at any point going to warm me that I’d be doing this whole trip on a death machine?”

“Didn’t think I had to. Figured you knew this was how I traveled now, given all your, uh, thorough research.” Duck fixes him with a shit-eating grin as he straps his bag onto the bike, then hands him a helmet.

Indrid groans, jams the helmet on and awkwardly climbs onto the back of the bike.

“Gonna have to hang onto me, slim.” Duck’s voice crackles through his helmet, “don’t worry, I ain’t gonna bite you, even if I still kinda feel like it.”

“How encouraging.” He loops his arms around the T.V star, winces as the bike pulls out into traffic. There’s a laugh as he tightens his grip in fear, Duck’s body suddenly the only safe thing in the world.

They zoom onto the freeway, and promptly come to a dead stop in traffic.

“Truly invigorating.” Indrid mutters.

“Ain’t gonna be much fun until we’re outta the city. And I ain’t about to go zippin’ between lanes to cut ahead; great way to get us both killed.”

As they inch along, Indrid starting to sweat from the heat of the pavement, Duck asks, “did you ever watch the show?”

“Is there anyone who didn’t? Wild World was on every day. I’m fairly certain it’s still all Animal Planet plays some days.”

“Yeah but, uh, did you actually watch it on purpose?”

“I did, now and then. I found Minerva’s tendency to try more extreme forms of exploration stressful, but I generally enjoyed what I saw. I’m not surprised you’re the one who picked the show back up; you were always oddly compelling on camera, and it was clear it was a passion project for you.”

“Yeah, it really was. Is. Feels weird to be doin’ it without them. Can’t blame ‘em for havin’ their own lives and goals though. Leo was ready to retire after the Gila Monster incident, and Minerva’s wanted to run an adventure bootcamp for years.”

“You know, if you hurry and explain everything in the next ten minutes, you can just pull off there and drop me at the edge of town.”

A chuckle, “Nice try, Indrid. You ain’t gettin outta roughin’ it that easy.”

“It was worth a try. Alaska was the last episode run, right?”

Duck’s posture shifts so subtly that, were he not holding him, Indrid wouldn’t have noticed it.

“Yeah. Yeah it was. Nothin’ like gettin attacked by a wolf and takin a bunch of rabies shots to the gut to put you off filmin’.”

“It really was a wolf? Everything I read said-”

“I’d misidentified what attacked us? Yeah, I know. American wolves never really go after humans, that’s why we were so fuckin’ screwed when this one did. Poor fella. He was sick. We coulda proved what happened except I told Leo to destroy the footage and we had a knock down, drag out fight over it until he did.”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want my pain, Minerva’s pain, and the wolf’s pain to become some goddamn viral sensation!” Duck snaps.

Indrid decides to drop it, feels Duck sag in the drivers seat. In spite of dragging him out into the wilderness, Indrid doesn’t bear Duck any bad feeling. And he doesn’t like seeing him sad.

“I, ah, I always liked the episodes where you showcased moths and butterflies. Moths are my favorite creatures, they’re so varied but so overlooked.”

Nothing but the traffic around them, then, “I once saw a Luna Moth bigger’n my hand. Didn’t get it on camera but damn was it a stunner.”

“Where did you see it?”

“Now there’s a story…”

By the time Duck finishes the cars are finally moving, and Duck changes them into the lane leading towards the exit for a single lane, county highway.

“Fuckin’ finally. Alright Indrid, hold tight.”

What follows is simultaneously the most thrilling and most terrifying four hours of Indrid’s life as Duck speeds down the road, win whipping around them and the world going by in a blur that’s much more alarming when not behind metal and glass. They find a rest stop, where Indrid shotguns an entire bag of skittles under Duck’s amused gaze, and get back on the road for an only slightly less terrifying four hours more.

They stop for the night at a KOA (“you’re lucky, slim, I got us a cabin to ease you into things”). Whereupon Indrid is treated to the sight of Duck stripping off his road gear, back muscular and sporting several scars.

“How are you likin’ life on the road?” Duck asks, not turning but starting to undo his pants. Indrid doesn’t look away until he’s down to his boxers.

“You know, it’s growing on me.”

They make their first shooting destination the next afternoon, setting up camp in a mostly-empty campground before hiking off into the woods. Duck shoots B-roll while Indrid photographs, the pair working in near total silence before meeting up with their contact near a jumble of boulders.

“Nice to see you again, Thacker.” Duck shakes the man’s hand, and gets a pat on the back.

“Good to you too, sport. Who’s the new fella?”

“My biographer.” Duck deadpans.

Duck spends the rest of the day filming as Thacker helps him find nest and burrows and creatures to shoot and narrate over. In spite of the show being done on a single camera, Duck is compelling as always when he talks about the natural world.

Indrid just wishes he’d sprung for better hiking boots.

“Ooof.” He mutters, face down on his sleeping bag.

“Not surprised, we did about ten miles all told today.”

“I repeat. Oof.”

A kind, sympathetic laugh, “C’mon, you’ll feel better after some dinner.”

Later that night, as he’s climbing into his sleeping bag, Duck pokes his head into the tent.

“Psst, Indrid, come look.”

Indrid follows him out, kneels by a clump of flowers when he waves him down.

“See, look, riiight there” Duck points, “it’s a Hummingbird Moth.”

Indrid gasps, delighted, and watches the pollinator flit from blossom to blossom. Duck sits beside him, answering his questions when he asks them, until it’s too dark for either of them to see.

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Duck never thought he’d have a travel companion again. Not after Alaska, not after the attack and what came in the nights to follow.

He certainly never assumed the wiry, silvery haired writer who’d nearl fucked everything up would turn out to be that person. But Indrid, for all his initial skepticism, has become an excellent partner. He’s easy going, eccentric enough that Duck’s own quirks don’t phase him, quiet;y awkward, and a damn good photographer. The fact his alienly handsome face has become a bit windburnt and his pale hair a little longer only adds to his charm.

Christ, Duck wants to rip those red glasses off and kiss him until he’s breathless.

Currently, he’s missing the feeling of long arms around his waist, as he left Indrid back with a family whose jeep had run out of gas. They’re in one of the long, monotonous stretches of desert highway where passersby are few and cell phone service is unreliable, so Duck volunteered to ride ahead to the next gas station and bring some back. As the Jeep comes into view, he sees the family waving. Indrid is leaning against the car, smiling as if Duck is the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

That settles it; when they make Santa Fe, he’s calling The Weekly Rounds and asking Woodbridge to extend Indrid’s assignment. And if the old man refuses, well, Animal Planet is thrilled to have him back, and made it clear they’d be happy to pay for an additional camera man.

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This time they’re the only ones in the campground, and Indrid suspects it might technically be closed. Indrid could do this forever. He wants to stay like this, with Duck, day in and day out, have their evenings be like this. Duck makes a fire, keeping it small to be safe, and the evening progresses like normal, the two of them swapping stories and munching on the dinner they whipped up from leftovers from the last gas station. Then the moon rises, two days from full, and Duck doubles over with a groan.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Indrid moves to help him, but Duck raises his hand to stop him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, ‘Drid, fuck, I thought I had another day, thought we could make it somewhere I could keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? Duck, please, you’re hurt, I can call for help, just hold on.”

“No” Duck snarls, still hunched over, “you ain’t callin anyone. What you’re gonna do is run, far and as fast as you can, away from me. Find a tree, find a cave, flag down a car if you can find one. Go, please, fuck.” He falls off the stump he’s sitting on, and in spite of his instructions Indrid tries to help him up.

“Go!” It’s a growl now, and when Duck looks up at him his face is changing shape. Duck drags himself away from the fire, into the shadows, and Indrid turns, starting to run. There’s howl of pain and he stops. He can’t leave Duck like this. He won’t.

Resolute, he turns back to the camp and immediately regrets his decisions. Whatever is in the shadows isn’t human, not anymore. It’s growling low and labored, as it rises onto two feet and howls.

“Oh fuck me.” Indrid doesn’t dare turn his back, tries to slowly creep away and trips on a stray piece of firewood. The monster lowers to all fours, padding into the firelight across from him. It’s fur is dark and shaggy, it’s hands sport claws and when it opens it’s mouth to grin at him it’s teeth glitter like rows of knives.

He has to keep the fire between him and it, even if he has to spend his night running in some Scooby-Doo style circle around the fire pit. It’s his only chance.

In one, large leap, the werewolf clears the fire and lands in front of him, front paws bracketing his body when he tries to crawl back.

“Told you to run, slim.”

“I, I can’t.”

“Didn’t think you were stubborn to the point of dyin’.”

“Y-you told me not to run from predators, and I c-cannot drive the bike. And, and I didn’t, I couldn’t leave you.”

“Ain’t that sweet.” Duck grins again, “but why do you think I told Leo and Minerva I wasn’t safe to be around no more? Because a werewolf don’t know friend from foe.”

“That’s, that’s a lie. Y-you clearly know me, you know your past, you’re not some mindless killer ahgod.” He whimpers as a muzzle finds the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply before sending hot, hungry breath across his skin.

“Mmmmm, you smell good, sugar.”

“You’re not going to eat me.” Indrid says, eyes shut.

“You seem real sure about that.” Another snuffle, tongue dragging along his throat.

“You’re not because you are still Duck, just very large and covered with fur and with a mouth full of unnecessarily sharp teeth, and even though you seem convinced you’ve become bloodthirsty you are still you.” It comes out in a rush and he holds his breath as a clawed hand cups the back of his head. Duck tugs his head back, nosing along his exposed neck. He stares at the stares, praying they’re not the last thing he sees.

“I could rip your goddamn throat out.” Duck says matter-of-factly.

“Do you want to?” He whispers, hands coming up instinctively to protect his vital organs.

A long growl, and then Duck’s face blots out the night sky, “No. I don’t.”

“Ohthankgoodness.”

Duck rumbles out a laugh, “that’s puttin it mildly, slim. No one ever stuck around long enough to see what I’d do because I always hid myself or they had the goddamn good sense to run when I said too. Always assumed as soon as I was all the way changed, I’d wanna hurt people, even if they were people I loved.” He plucks Indrid’s glasses off, setting them carefully on the picnic table before using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear he hadn’t realized was there.

“What do you want to do instead?”

“In general, or to you?”

“Both?” Indrid is puzzled by his phrasing.

“Kinda amped up, like I wanna go for a run. Transformin’ basically releases a shit ton of adrenaline so your body just doesn’t collapse from the pain. But as far as you’re concerned…” the muzzle his back, snuffling at his face and chest, “dunno, mostly just wanna keep you close. Protect you. Some part of the wolf-brain is kinda just screamin ‘mine’ over and over again.”

“Oh. Ah. That’s, that’s good.” It’s also painfully arousing, but he’s not quite ready to admit that aloud yet.

“Probably helps that you’re wearing my shirt, since it means my scent is all over you already.”

“You let me borrow it AHHEY, gahthattickles” Indrid cackles as licks and nuzzles his face.

“Aww, didn’t know you were ticklish, sugar.” Duck grabs him, begins mercilessly rubbing his face on any exposed skin he can find.

“I’m not you are just very AHhehe hairy!” In retaliation Indrid reaches between them and scritches his fingers against Ducks chest and belly.

ThwupThwup

They both look at Duck’s tail with surprise. Indrid rubs his belly again.

ThwupThwup

“Didn’t know it did that. I mean, guess makes sense on account of bein’ kinda canine, but I guess I ain’t ever been really happy when I been like this before.”

“Should I keep doing that?”

“Fuck yeah. Hold on, here.” Duck adjusts so he’s on his back with Indrid more or less on top of him. Indrid resumes petting him, Duck making little happy whines as he does.

“Damn, that feels good sugar, ooh right.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? It’s a pet name.”

“I, uh, fuck, um, fuck, I didn’t, meant to say, uh, fuck.” A deep breath as Indrid sits up to meet his eyes, “I’m real fuckin into you, ‘Drid. I, I didn’t wanna say nothin until we were somewhere you could bail out easily if you needed to. But I ain’t felt this way about anyone in years.”

“Is that wolf-you talking or you-you talking?” Indrid asks, toying with a patch of fur.

“Both. I wanna be with you, and wanna keep travelin with you as my partner, as my, uh, my boyfriend. As my mate. Okay, that last bit was definitely the wolf talking.”

“I...I would like that as well, Duck. I didn’t know how to say it, I was afraid that what happened with your friends meant you didn’t want to be close to anyone. Including me.”

Duck sighs, “I wish I’d known then what we figured out tonight. Maybe things woulda ended a little better between us three. I just, I couldn’t face the idea of bein’ out on a shoot with ‘em and havin this exact thing happen.”

“I must admit, the lack of a full moon is rather confusing.”

“It ain’t just the full moon. It’s a few days after and before too, and I thought I had one more before it hit. Plan was to sneak out of the hotel in Santa Fe and hole myself up in a cave somewhere.”

Indrid strokes his cheek, the fur a little coarser there, “That was what attacked you three, I take it.”

“Uh huh. We were trackin it, thinkin’ it was some kind of huge predator we might be able to film. It jumped Minerva first, but she’s a tough one, managed to hold her own and only got scratched up. I pulled it off her and it bit me. I, uh, I shot it point blank while it was doin’ that. Turned into a man as it fell in the dirt. Leo and Minerva said I did what I had to but I...well, let’s just say I still see that fellas face a lot in my dreams.”

“No wonder you wanted the footage destroyed.” Indrid murmurs.

Duck nods, waves one hand in front of his face, “damn skeeters, c’mon, let’s get in the tent.”

The tent is a tight fit, but Indrid couldn’t be happier. He crawls onto Duck’s chest, nestling against his fur with a sigh.

“Now if you have bad dreams when you’re like this, you have someone to to hold.”

Duck kisses the top of his head, “Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid falls asleep atop a giant wolfman, and wakes up to the morning sun and much smaller, human man sprawled beneath him, who he wakes with a flurry of kisses.

They make Santa Fe by noon, riding in feeling freer then either of them has in a long time. When they ride out the next morning, Indrid has a new job and Duck has a new cameraman. But all either can think about at the moment is his new boyfriend, and the future spreading out ahead of them beneath the rising sun.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #celebrity au #werewolf AU #meet ugly #prompt fills

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zephyrthejester · 4 years

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bruh

this volume’s writing game is STRONG

Yo, if any CRWBY member, any CRWBY member at all is reading this, slim as the odds may be... Give yourself a pat on the back, okay? That pat is from me.

The moment the situation became clear... The moment Ruby knew without a doubt that it was her team versus Ironwood and the four nearby Ace Ops... She used her semblance to dash behind Ironwood’s desk, and she just screamed as fast as she could into it.

Jaune, Qrow, Robyn, Clover, Tyrian, Winter, and Penny-- They all heard Ruby warn that Mantle will be destroyed, left to the imminent attack from Salem herself.

Well, at least she got the brunt of the info out before Ironwood blocked communications.

Shit, dude. You know I love Ironwood. He’s an amazing character. But... Ah, at least he’s no Leo. He may have become the enemy, but at least he’s not an agent of Salem.

OH IS THIS WHAT WE’RE DOING?! THANKS.

Ironwood left the room, leaving Team RWBY locked in an imminent fight against Harriet, Zen-Dude, Wolf Boi, and Not-Nora. And then we cut to Team JNR as they wonder what the heck happened to Oscar, who they can’t find.

The lines in the sand have been freaking drawn.... Sigh... Don’t they know that this is exactly what Salem wants? This division? Her theme song is freaking called “Divide,” my dudes.

Yes, everyone has taken a side. And most are obvious. But two are... uncertain to me. Clover and Winter. Who will they side with? Both are loyal to Ironwood, to be sure, but under this extreme situation... Would Winter side with her beloved sister? And have Qrow and Clover forged a bond strong enough to make Clover so much as hesitate? Yes, Clover, head of the Ace Ops... Who notably live by a “don’t get attached to your team” mindset...

AUUUGH

THIS IS SO GOOD THOUGH. AND PAINFUL. VERY PAINFUL. BUT ALSO REALLY GOOD. AAAAAAHHHH!

AW SHIT AND THERE’S STILL CINDER AND NEO TO DEAL WITH, AW JEEZE

I can’t wait to see what happens next. I do know I won’t be liveblogging tomorrow and the day after, because I know I’ll have a shit-ton of open time to record stuff. I need to get my Youtube channel chugging back into motion!

#RWBY #RWBY Liveblog #RWBY Day 73 #Liveblogging #Liveblog

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fevertowrite · 4 years

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hi! BIG fan of your wattpad story no use. While it is sad you ended it so soon with 34 chapters I have a small request. If it is possible, I would like a small follow up? Maybe on what the Shredder did to Donnie all this time? Or Donnie's thoughts when he left, got captured, was harmed and then returned home? Either is alright with me but I would really love to know what happened. Thank you for taking the time to read this comment

Hey ! Thanks so much for reading this story and being a BIG fan !! That means so much to me :)!!! I wrote a little drabble under the cut, but I tried adding both situations into this, and if it’s not what you’re looking for, by all means send me another detailed request and I’ll do my best :D!

His anger clouded his mind as he made his way to the junkyard. Donnie didn’t get angry often, but when he did it’s been towards Leo. His brother been annoying him about the cure for Karai, the sleepless nights made him more agitated when Leo gets to have more than 7 hours of sleep and he’s on his third day of barely two hours of sleep.

Maybe it was due to the storm coming up that lead his mind to go foggy, or the fact anger clouded his judgment of the storm coming earlier than he thought. He just needed to grab a piece and go, but the howling winds and the paranoia were kicking in. Maybe if he turned back now, apologized to Leo and actually go to sleep, he can go another day.

Looking up at the dark, loomed sky, he knew another day meant weeks or even months and they don’t have time to sit around waiting for the snow to end. Their sister could be on the verge of dying, she was alone and couldn’t control herself, and Donnie owed her that much to at least save her.

Donnie picked up a scrap of metal, and in the reflection, he was able to turn around and block the incoming sword coming his way with his bo. He thanked whatever made him the urge to pick up that metal but destroying that one random bot he knew something was wrong. Foot bots came like a pack of wolves, he needed to go before –

At least 30 of these bots sprang out of nowhere, and Donnie was surrounded. He had no choice but to fight, the snow started to flutter, and the storm was going to kick in soon, Donnie had to act fast.

“Can’t we do this another night?” He groaned at them, as he pulled out the naginata from his bo, and as the crowd of bots came closer to him, their weapons out gleamingly into the night, he fought as hard as he can.

But it wasn’t enough.

Quickly, he was outmatched, they knocked his bo out of his hands, and there were at least 20 bots, or it seemed like more were coming out. He swore there were 15, and now –

He was hit on the back of his knees, and it took his breath out as another kicked him straight to the throat. Wheezing, he took out his phone to alert his brothers, maybe they can’t come due to the storm, but they would know at least that he’s going to die.

With the cold taking over his body, and being stabbed, kicked and punched, and maybe even burned? He couldn’t feel anything as his body fell numb, was it due to the storm or were they beating the crap out of him that he lost all feeling?

With the last of his strengths, he slurred: “T-phone…ssself destruct.” He didn’t even feel his phone being snatched from him; he watched his phone crumble under the hands of the foot, he laid his head on the concrete, letting the billows of snow go on top of him.

At least he knew his brothers will be safe.

The constant questioning Donnie was enduring sort of wished that he was dead.

Finding out he survived the ambush, probably because Shredder didn’t want him dead, yet, meant that torturing and questioning would have to do.

As he laid in his own prison cell, counting the days he’s been in here, hours and minutes, he knew that the probability of his brothers coming for him was 0.3%.

He knew that they knew he was gone, kidnapped for sure ‘cause his bo was left at the junkyard and the rest of his stuff, maybe. He told Leo two hours he would be gone, and it’s been over 30.

“You know,” Baxter said behind the cell, smirking at the turtle. “If you talk, Master Shredder won’t kill you.”

“Beat it, Stockboy.” He tried sounding tough like Raph, maybe it will raise his chances of survival, or worse, he would die quicker.

“Oh, giving attitude? Strange coming from you, but not eating for almost two days now gets to a man, err turtle. You do realize your brothers aren’t coming for you, so maybe you should start talking.” Baxter wrapped his hands around the bar, leaning on them to hear the turtle talk. His voice was strained from the screaming, he was being tortured like there was no tomorrow and he knew the little comfort Donnie gave himself wasn’t going to last.

But Donatello was a smart turtle, and it seemed like it’s been lacking since the only thing he has was water, and not enough to survive.

“Talking? You think because my brothers aren’t here, I’ll start talking?” Donnie gave a scoff of a chuckle, “I’d do anything to protect them.” He knew Shredder sent Baxter to talk to him because they had the most common. They were both geniuses who were looked down upon, but he had thick skin, Stockman wasn’t going to break him easily.

“Alright,” Baxter tightened his lips in a hum, “your chances of survival are slim, I say you won’t make it by the end of the week.”

“I’ll take it.” Donnie said, maybe a little too quick, “Anything for them.”

He knew his time was coming up when his breaths became too shallow and he could barely talk. But the Shredder kept on insisting, over and over and over and over, it was driving him nuts.

“I’m not saying…” He licked the blood off his top lip, feeling the bruise, the swelling as Shredder punched him repeatedly, everywhere. He was his punch dummy, and each time he would torture him, Donnie thought that the Shredder was doing it for some sick entertainment and not to find his home.

“I’m getting tired of this, turtle.” Shredder told him in the most monotone, angry voice he could give. “I want answers now!” His gauntlets shot out, and he pressed it along Donnie’s neck.

“Do it, I dare you.” He spat blood on the floor next to his shoulder, waiting for death to claim him. He was tired, he was tired of talking, of waiting for his brothers. It’s been too long, why was Shredder keeping him alive?

“Alright, turtle,” Shredder pulled his gauntlet away from the turtle’s neck and kicked his shell so Donnie would be laying on his stomach. He looked at the bruised head and pointed the gauntlet towards it. “Say goodbye.”

“I’ll see you in hell.” Don laughed, almost mockingly, and then a white sharp pain hit him, before there was nothing.

He woke up to something light yet heavy falling onto him.

It was white, and he slowly staggered up, staring into the obliviousness into the world. His body ached, and he didn’t know why.

He didn’t know where he was, who he is, or how he got here, but, his head. He placed his hand on the back of his head, and slowly crept out of the narrowed area.

He stared blankly, seeing the pillows of white surround him, as he shivered. There were colors all over, bright colors, that clashed against the people’s dark clothing.

He walked straight ahead, hearing the honks and screeching as he tried to make his way.

Donnie was confused, with everything. Everything was, confusing. Nothing felt right, the faces in front of him showed emotion he didn’t – couldn’t – understand. So, he stood still, hearing screams, and people yell at his face, until something – someone – pulled him away.

“Dude… what…thinking…know.” He stared towards the wall, swaying, he was yelling like the people. He didn’t understand, nor who he was.

Orange pulled him arm, the one holding his head, and stared at his hand. There was nothing wrong with his hand, but he let Orange examine him.

Orange took off his mask, that made him look not orange, and he balled it up and put it on his head. He hissed, he heard a murmur and his arm was hooked over the smaller one and was dragged away.

His eyes felt heavy, his legs hurt, and his body burnt. His knees collapsed under him, and small was able to pick him up.

He felt safe, his head dipped a couple time, and feeling like it was led, he crashed onto smalls shoulder.

Waking up was a scary thing, because each time he did he was somewhere new. Yet, he felt like he was in a similar place.

The place was metal, and the smell was strong with chemicals and this turtle wore red.

Red picked him up and he dug his nails into his arm and tightened up. He didn’t like that; he didn’t want strangers touching him. Red placed him on something soft, but his head didn’t like the pressure, and turned to see Orange staring at him.

“Hey…!” Orange voice drowned, and he wasn’t listening to him. He moved his head away, staring at the floor.

There were papers and metal scattered on said floor, and his arms were wrapped in white, stained with red.

He felt an arm wrap over him, and he looked at Orange.

Everything looked wrong, everything felt confusing, but his sense of smell never forgot what home was.

He grabbed Oranges hand, and half listened to some random babble he was saying, Orange was close to him, but he couldn’t figure out who he was.

Orange showed his teeth, and he stared at it, not knowing what it meant.

But Orange looked just like him, and Red did also.

Something soft was pulled over him, and he snuggled the best he can.

Orange kissed his sore head, and as he closed his eyes, he knew everything was going to be okay.

Even if he didn’t know what okay was.

#nu #beanverse #feverwrites #request #jasmine-the-fox #tmnt #donnie #tmnt 2012 #no use #hope you enjoy!#angst #maybe??

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theclosetpoet7 · 5 years

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The Fighter

A Biggs with minor CloTi fic by theClosetPoet7

Rating: M, Inspired by Sailor Venus' and lockharts' headcanons on a Biggs/Tifa romance in our Discord server. Special thank you to Senigata (Journey of a Barmaid) and Denebola Leo (Underneath the Rotting Pizza) whose works also inspired some of the scenes here.

Summary: She manages to have him falling hard for her, even when her heart already belonged to someone else. He never even stood a chance. [Prequel to the Original Game]

When he meets Tifa Lockhart for the first time, he regards her with a look of suspicion; mind already laced with doubt when his eyes rake over her slim body, flat stomach exposed for the world to see while her long smooth legs are highlighted by the short leather skirt she wears; and with the tightness of her white tank tap emphasizing her sizable chest, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she comes running down the steps of Seventh Heaven to greet the rest of the team.

"Hi there! I'm Tifa. Let me help you with those."

She has such kind eyes, a shade of red he's never seen before, and with her long brown hair cascading over her back, he finds himself even more intrigued. What's a beautiful girl like her doing here in the slums of Sector 7? And she owns a bar at that. Isn't she putting herself in too much danger with that outfit she's wearing?

He stops himself before he lets prejudice get the best of him. His late mother would whack him across the head if he so as hinted that he's already judging a woman based solely on the clothes she's wearing.

Or lusting after her for that matter.

Seriously, who wouldn't want her?

He's been with the opposite sex before. There was nothing like burying your cock in a woman's moist heat, nothing like moving to one's own release. Those nights filled with meaningless fucking always served to distract him from thinking about the losses he suffered in the past.

His mother and sister, trapped under the burning building as Shinra guards tried to make it appear like they were doing their best to put out the fire. Except that, it was them who had planted the bomb in the first place.

Something about a well known scientist living there.

"Are you guys coming in?"

She tilts her head towards their direction as she holds the box of equipment they've brought with them, a patient look in her eye and a charming smile on her face while she welcomes them officially into the Seventh Heaven.

Jessie whistles low next to him.

"Damn, that Tifa is pretty."

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, suddenly conscious of the fact that perhaps Jessie has noticed his attention on the young barmaid, and the way he's rendered speechless at the sight of her, no sassy pick up lines unlike with his previous pursuits, he might be too obvious.

"I guess so. If you're into that princess vibe."

She does have that aura about her, like she's some rich man's daughter who has decided to play hooky and is trying to make it out on her own. To prove something to Daddy.

Still though, he infers that she's not a member of the upper class, given that she's turning her establishment into AVALANCHE's secret headquarters. And when he looks at the way she instantly has Wedge comfortable enough to ask what's for dinner, she isn't some prissy spoiled brat either.

Biggs knows that there is certainly more to her than meets the eye, knows that she probably had scars hidden beneath that cheerful facade, probably had a good reason for becoming a terrorist.

There was something about her.

Jessie lets out a scoff.

"Already complaining about it aren't ya? Well, if you don't want her then she's up for grabs right?"

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As it turns out, Tifa isn't up for grabs.

The first night they help her close the bar, he sees that she definitely isn't. He noticed that she puts herself on guard for most of the night, there's a bubble around the young woman's frame that screams at the patrons to keep their hands to themselves. He's surprised when no one has attempted to hit on her like he'd expected.

Were these men blind? Or was there really something he doesn't know about her?

She was a great hostess and a skillful bartender at that. The latter fact already has his heart racing especially when he tastes the drink she's concocted. It was a simple soft drink with scotch in it, but the way she balanced the amount of each beverage, suited well to his preference that it doesn't take long before he's asking for a second glass.

When she has him giddy and a little inebriated with alcohol, Tifa cuts him off with a stern look on her face, lightly reprimanding him and silently indicating that they have a mission the day after. He shrugs her off with a confident smile on his face, liquid courage stirring his intentions.

And with the way he's been constantly eyeing her since they've moved in two weeks ago, Biggs couldn't help but want to get to know her better. Especially now, when Barret is busy getting supplies. Their leader has become more and more protective of her.

He leans over the bar, giving her that smoldering look which always managed to have girls swooning, confidently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he tries to close the distance, wondering if her lips would feel as soft as they looked.

"Biggs, I'm not interested."

He pauses to look into her scarlet eyes. She has that expression of tiredness, like she's done with people trying to put the moves on her. But he knows there's something there, has noticed the way her eyes would linger occasionally when he'd walk in while he puts his olive shirt on, feels the heat of her gaze when he tucks it in his pants.

So he grabs her chin and tilts it to him, a smirk on his face when he tries to close the distance again.

"I said, I'm not interested."

"We both know you are, Tifa."

The next thing he knows he's being thrown on the bar table, face pressed onto the flat wooden surface, while his arm is pulled to his back, locked in place as she holds him away from her.

How did she?

"Fuck. Let me go."

"Only if you promise not to do that again."

"I won't."

She releases her tight grip on him, an expression of distrust on her person while she regards him with caution. He is instantly riddled with guilt because of that look and he takes the time to observe her stance. She has her arms up in front of her, hands formed into a fist as if she has a lot of experience in hand to hand combat, like she's ready to knock him out.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I just thought..." He runs his hand through his dark hair and adjust his red bandanna.

"You thought wrong."

"I apologize."

Her angry expression softens then, that good-natured look flashing through her face as quickly as her hard exterior did. Biggs cracks his head and touches his jaw, a trickle of blood staining his thumb.

"Crap, sorry about that. Let me get some ice on it."

Minutes later, they're seated at the bar, him holding a pack of cold ice to his face while she pours him a drink that she says is effective for hangovers.

"I never knew you were good with self defense."

"Well, I'm actually better than good, why do you think Barret recruited me?"

"I dunno, thought a hot gal like you would be perfect as a front to ward off suspicion."

She chuckles lightly, probably used to such praises but like he thought there is more to her than meets the eye.

"I've been trained in the martial arts since I was fourteen."

"No way."

"Yes way, do you want me to show you?"

That twinkle in her eye is one that he can't stop thinking about in the ensuing days to come, and when he gladly accepts her offer to show him, Biggs couldn't help but feel the beginnings of a feeling he can't quite define yet.

Except that he's enamored with her.

He's enamored with Tifa Lockhart.

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If he was being honest, he would prefer it if Tifa stayed behind to watch Marlene. After all, she was the only person strong but also skilled enough to handle children on her own. The only person Barrett trusted to take care of his child.

Barret's daughter would sometimes come out to the bar to call out to the brunette, her small arms hugging a chocobo plushie to her tiny frame while she asks if she can sleep next to Tifa again.

He'd feel a sense of envy for the four year old because he had fantasized about holding Tifa Lockhart too many times to count now. And it's not in a sexual way like he would've expected. Not entirely at least. It's more of a gentle embrace, the kind wherein he wants to have her in his arms to comfort her during times when her eyes would look troubled, the kind that made him want to think about the prospect of waking up to her pretty face; the kind of hold that would tell her that she's safe with him except that in truth, he's actually safer with her.

So of course he would want her to be tucked away in Seventh Heaven, to be out of complete danger. Yes, if he was being honest, he would want her to stay put. Even if he doesn't have the right to think so.

In truth though, the main reason why he prefers for her to stay behind is the fact that she serves too much of a distraction. Especially when she'd use those well-toned legs of hers, now covered by thigh-highs, that only tease him more. He loves the way that she's quick on her feet, loves watching her do back flips to take down giant centinels like it's no one's business.

Loves watching her in general.

And she watches him too, except that she's merely doing it to protect him, like any teammate would. The way she covers his back sends shivers down his spine. And as he quickly sets the bomb on one end of a Mako Reactor and cocks his gun to shoot more of Shinra's goons, he couldn't help but admire her form from time to time.

She always looked her best when she's saving him.

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"Dude, just ask her out."

"What?"

He's sitting on a bar stool with Jessie and Wedge. Tifa has just made her way to the back door to get more drinks. He had offered to help her but she had brushed him off, in the same way she tells him whenever he offers to help, that she's got it. She had been managing the bar on her own for a while after the previous owner suddenly passed away. So, he disregards his gentleman instincts.

"Yes, I agree with Jessie."

Wedge is munching on the fish and chips the barmaid had made for him, a gleeful look on his eye like he's eating the best food there is. Biggs is sure Wedge also has a little crush on the brunette.

Although he can't say that his feelings right now counts as a mere crush.

He definitely has grasped the concept.

That maybe he's a little bit in love with her.

And his two friends have already caught on to the fact. True to his roguish nature, he merely shrugs his shoulders and attempts to deny it anyway.

"Y'all are just fucking with me."

"See Wedge! I told ya he'd go back to cursing just to cover it up."

"Mghg, yer gotch it right, Jesshie..."

"Come on man, just chew your food. Didn't your mom teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

"And he's lecturing us now, damn, you have it hard, my friend."

Jessie's pats on his back seems pitiful in a way and he senses that there's some meaning to it. And while they play this game of back and forth, friendly banter passing around the three of them, the young adults know that this is a moment that shouldn't be taken lightly, granted that what they are doing is dangerous.

Life-threatening even.

Tifa comes back with a crate of beer in her hands, carrying it like it weighs like one bottle. She dutifully gives Wedge a glass of water while sliding him and Jessie another round of scotch.

She's absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful person he's ever seen. And when Jessie asks him to come out to have some "man-to-man" talk, Biggs knows that she isn't kidding this time around.

He merely nods his head when she tells him to go for it. They can't predict what tomorrow brings so might as well put his heart on the line as well.

Biggs can't help but agree.

Besides, that spark in her green eyes tells him that maybe she knows exactly how he's feeling.

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So, he asks Tifa out one morning. As they do their usual early dawn sparring, him already sweating through his shirt while she's throwing punches, as if she's just doing warm up, Biggs tries to find the words to properly ask her out on a date.

He nearly takes a fist to the face but ducks away the last minute. Asking a girl out was never this complicated. It used to be as simple as saying "Hey, wanna grab a bite?" and then he'd take them out to the plate above, giving them a glance of the outside world. The women of Midgar would be so impressed that they'd give him hints to take them home and have his way with them. And my, it would be a wonderful night filled with sweaty bodies and endless rutting. He'd wake up at the break of dawn and slip away from their lives, never to be seen again.

With Tifa though, he can't just slip away. And he wouldn't want to. With her it was all or nothing. He'd risk a lot. Their friendship, the mission, his life's purpose.

"Go for it. We never know what tomorrow brings."

Jessie's words had been echoing throughout his head since that night, and they don't have another mission until a week from now. He can take her out if he wants to, if she lets him.

Bam*

It takes him a second to realize that she had been aiming for his head, and she knocks his socks off when she lands a punch on his face, nearly rendering him unconscious.

When he shakes the confusion out and Tifa leans over to help him up, Biggs couldn't help but fall harder.

If that was even possible.

"Are you okay?"

She's touching his jaw lightly, feeling for any fractures.

"Have dinner with me."

"What?"

It's cute that she's a bit confused with his invitation. And with the way she's currently tending to his injuries, Biggs doesn't blame her.

"I'm asking you out, Tifa." Already, his heart is pumping out of nervousness.

"Oh."

It looks like she's thinking about it.

"Say yes."

He gives her that smoldering look again, knowing well enough that it didn't work the first time. But, the way she actually doesn't say no immediately has that small flicker of hope in his heart burn brighter than it ever has since meeting her.

"Okay then, one date."

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He takes her to Sector 6. There is a restaurant there called Seven Seas, one that was popular enough that he needed to make a reservation days before if he wanted to impress her. He requests for an outdoor table. After all, it's the most romantic location, with fairy lights brightening up the ambiance as if they're actually outside the slums, underneath billions of stars even though that gorgeous view is blocked by the sector's plate.

There was a large tree in the middle of the grounds, it was fake of course, but one with pink flowers, paper petals littering the floor to give it a feel for the real thing, he heard that it was supposed to be a Sakura tree, and though he hasn't seen one yet, he has to admit that it is indeed beautiful. With the way Tifa's eyes light up with the sight, he has to admit as much.

She's wearing a black long skirt with a slit down the side, one that teased him with a view of her leg, even if he's seen it a number of times. She pairs it with a white halter top that only served to entice him even more with her ample bosom.

'Wait, is she actually trying to dress up for him?'

He shakes the thought away. It couldn't be. The very idea of her reciprocating his feelings in some way already has his mouth dry. Jessie was right. He's glad that he finally decided to go for it. Wherever the night takes them, he can at least bask in the fact that in this moment, Tifa is with him.

And she's beautiful.

He pulls the chair out for her and clears his throat when the scent of her lavender lotion fills his senses, already fanning those threads of desire.

Then, he sits across from her, adjusting the jacket he has on while slowly contemplating if he should offer it to his date, though she doesn't look cold.

"You, uh, look nice."

She blushes.

"You do too. I don't think I've ever seen you in that jacket."

Of course she hasn't. The black leather ensemble was one Jessie bought for him. Paired with dark jeans and a simple black shirt beneath, he appeared a little fanciful than he usually did, and he had disregarded his red bandanna, allowing his spiky locks to fall on to his forehead.

He scratches the back of his head in reply. Come on now, he's courted countless women before, why is it that he's acting like an innocent school boy in front of her? Maybe it was because his feelings were not limited to simple infatuation. It means more this time. He orders a bottle of wine and recommends the salmon, a rare delicacy in the slums and one customers had raved about.

When the waiter has poured them their wine and has jotted down their orders, Biggs takes a sip to gather his courage. Tifa has her attention on the tree, quietly enjoying her drink and features gleaming at the people slow dancing under the lights.

"So, what's your story?"

He starts with a simple question. Or was it complicated? But, he has always wondered.

"What do you mean?"

She frequently has her walls up whenever any one of them questions her about her past. Only Barret had some idea; one night their leader had been drunk out of his mind and had challenged Tifa to arm wrestling, teasing her about how much she probably misses fighting in an underground arena, cluing them in that she used to be a brawler.

It was an interesting factoid about her, but then again, she always managed to surprise him. Still though, he wants to know more.

"How is it that someone like you is still single?"

She quirks an eyebrow, smiling shyly.

"Is there something wrong with being single?" That teasing look in her eyes challenges the fighter.

"Oof, you got me there. Well?" He presses on.

"What?"

"Out with it."

He swallows the uneasiness, but, his curiosity overcomes the fear of getting hurt. Because, he just has to know.

"I dunno, maybe I'm still waiting on my hero to come save me."

She has that dreamy look on her face, soft hands resting on her chin, those red orbs of hers glinting in a far off look.

He wonders if Tifa's just humoring him, but with that expression on her exquisite face, he couldn't help but think that perhaps she isn't kidding, perhaps there is someone from her past.

And he'd give anything for the possibility that she might think of him that way. Even for just a bit.

When they finish their meal, Biggs offers a hand to her, smiling gently while she looks up at him in puzzlement.

"Jessie told me that you like dancing."

The grin she rewards him with is calming yet makes his heart thump wildly. Biggs takes her hand in his while leading her onto the dance floor. He notices the way she shivers when the artificial tree's leaves billow all around them, so, he takes off his jacket and puts it around her while he settles his hands on her slim waist and pulls her closer.

They sway lightly to the music.

He's never been good with dancing, not in this way anyway. There's a tenderness to the way he holds her that he's never done before. Tifa's hands are around his neck, but her eyes are not focused on his. As if she's trying to put more distance between them even if they've never been this close before, as if she's already thinking about someone else, wishing that he was someone else.

The very thought breaks his heart, but, he had sworn that he wouldn't back down. He leans his head on her own, not missing her sharp intake of breath. She isn't pulling away though, not like before.

"I want more from you, Tifa."

He knows she's confused with his confession but continues anyway.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Her whole body stiffens. He pulls away to gaze into her carmine eyes, looking for that signal. And he sees it, subtly shining through even though she hasn't said anything in reply.

But then again, like he said, she isn't pulling away like before.

He couldn't help but cup her face in his calloused hands. So he can see her more clearly. He thinks that perhaps his hands don't deserve to touch her in this way, granted that they were stained with blood, had been responsible for a good chunk of evil in this world.

When he fights alongside her though, he knows that he's doing something worthwhile. As long as he's with her.

He leans in.

Only for her to shift away.

"I, Biggs, I'm sorry… But I…"

He drowns out her apology by tugging her to his body. Holding her for the first time like he's thought of.

"It's okay. I know. Just let me hold you."

She nods her head and returns his embrace, their bodies still swaying to the music.

"I'm sorry."

Those are the only two words she says in return.

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He supposes that he should feel bitter about her haste rejection. But he doesn't, honestly. He's never felt like this about anyone before and he doesn't think he's ever going to feel this way about anyone else. And it's just as well. He doesn't know if he could go through that kind of hurt again.

She still smiles gently at him, still prepares him a drink after long missions, still manages to brighten up his life even if she isn't letting him into hers. Not in the way he wants to. Except that maybe he should be grateful to be called a friend at the very least. Because, seeing her smile and cheer the other AVALANCHE members on and seeing her genuine concern when one of them gets injured, makes him think that he's glad that it is Tifa Lockhart he's fallen in love with.

Maybe he can just love her from afar for the rest of his life. And he doesn't even mind anymore. As long as she's happy.

He doesn't ask about that hero she was talking about during their date, never tells her again that he's in love with her. Because he doesn't want to weigh her down with his feelings.

At least he has Jessie and Wedge though, there was a semblance of comfort between the three of them, because they had all fallen for Tifa in some way, even if her heart seems to be reserved for someone else.

He hopes that someday he'll meet that person. That person who is responsible for that blush on her cheeks, the person who gives her that look of tenderness as she gets lost in the memories she hasn't shared with them. Probably saving it for that one special friend.

But he'll stay here anyway. In Seventh Heaven. Watch her from afar as he said.

Because she sets his world on fire.

He could say that he's contented with the ways things are. That is, until one day, Tifa brings home an ex-SOLDIER of Shinra, a disgruntled, rude and cocky young man covered in dirt and blood but with Mako blue eyes that told him of his physical prowess in the battlefield.

A hero in his own right.

Perhaps he was?

No, it can't be.

Still though...

With the way she acts differently around the new AVALANCHE member, and the way her eyes trail after him when he's not looking, Biggs couldn't help but connect the other man to the person he's always imagined she's been waiting for.

Cloud Strife manages to disrupt their mundane lives overnight.

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Author's Note: Senigata's "Journey of a Barmaid" is an amazing read, I based Tifa being in an underground fighting rink as well as Jessie being interested in her on his work, And his stories along with Denebola Leo's "Underneath the Rotting Pizza" gave me the urge for some more of Midgar fics. ;) Just wanna give another shout out to them as well as SailorStarDust1 coz we're just having tons of fun working on the Call of the Mountain world's lore. :D

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T.U.R.T.L.E

[ Taz x Mikey ]

Summary: Mikey feeling that insecurity about not being human and Taz is there so paint him back to himself.

Genre: Wholesome

Warning(s): Slight mention of nudity but that’s it.

Word count: 1,815

A/N: Can I just love him? Like, smother him in kisses and just AHHHHHHH....yeah? I was also inspired by this imagine .

"Michelangelo, did you draw a sun across my chest?" Taz looked around Mikey to the standing mirror beside his bed. There was, in fact, a heavily detailed sun starting from the side of her left breast to the other side of her right. Without looking back towards her boyfriend, she could tell he had a very cocky smile across his face. Proud of his work, he turned his head to look at her reflection, giving a thumbs up. They sat on the floor in front of his bed facing each other, Taz's legs were over Mikey's as she sat in between his legs.

"Babe I'm trying to use my killer art skills to display a wicked symbolism of you being my sunshine," Mikey explained closing his eyes and making a stereotypical Italian gesture. Taz felt the sudden urge to pick up the bottle of red paint next to her and slash it in his face. However, she reframed herself since they would need it for the rest of the session.

Today was Wednesday which means naked art therapy, which meant Mikey's room was completely off-limits, which also meant no one was allowed to bother the couple until they emerged from his room. They started doing this on a whim after an awful mission which left Mikey to feel very much not like himself for a week. No one knew what exactly to do to make Mikey happy. Raph offered to battle him in NBA 2k19 but Mikey turned it down. Leo offered a skateboarding battle with Donnie topping it off with allowing Mikey to order whatever ungodly combination of pizza but he turned those down as well. They all knew it things were terrible when Mikey turns down pizza. Donnie was ready to push the emergency button, but their father put a halt to it quickly. He told them that it wasn't platonic love that needed to reach him, for he always knew he had that, but rather romantic reinsurance. Having friends and family accepting you was strong, but the bound of romantic and intimate acceptance was greater.

With that in mind, Donnie video called April to get her cousin to come over. Taz made it in ten minutes, ran past everyone shouting a single 'hi' and straight to Mikey's room. She had an idea on how to cheer him up.

This was their thing now, it wasn't meant to be sexual, just therapeutic with having them both at their most valuable states. Painting whatever they wanted on each other and talking things out.

"You say that, but I can clearly tell you just wanted to paint my boobs." Taz turned back to the paint tray and dipped a finger into the yellow and booped him on the nose. For a moment, Taz was laughing along with him but then stopped to look him over. Mikey was wearing the disguise bracelet beta that Donnie had invented. Mikey originally didn't suppose to have it, of course, he took it out of pure curiosity. Donnie tried to snatch it back, unsure if the bracelet would actually work or not. There was a high chance it would blow up when Mikey pressed the activation button. Before Donnie could catch up with his much faster brother Mikey had already pushed the button, and a bright white light flashed scanning him from head to toe.

"Oh my god it worked," Don said dumbfounded.

"Bro!! I'm a dude!!" Mikey yelled, causing Raph and Leo to stop sparring and peek their head out of the garage.

Taz could only imagine the happy dance Mikey was for a day straight until the bracelet ran out of juice and he turned back into his turtle self. She didn't mind the disguise, Mikey will always be Mikey no matter what he looked like but she prefered, in more intimate moments like this, he wouldn't use it. This Mikey has human the whole way round. Sun-kissed sun honey brown skin with fields of freckles and birthmarks where his usual turtle spots would be. His tattoos were still there but more prominent. He still had his buff yet slim figure, but his shell was gone, and he also had messy curly shoulder-length hair. His eyes didn't change, which was a blessing because they were already as beautiful as ever. If Mikey was human Taz was sure she would still fall head over hills for the pizza-loving, never so serious, fun-loving turtle-er guy.

She knew why he became insecure at times, he heard the stories from Raph and Leo about their teen years. Since Mikey was the youngest, he had only came out of those years only five years ago. He had a lot of things bottled up that he ever talked about. Even though he was the more emotional brother, he still had his more personal matters. If Mikey could only make one wish for the rest of his life, Taz was sure that it would be to be human and live up top with her. He would totally keep all the cool ninja lifestyle. However, to be able to walk around without getting weird looks or even worse people being afraid of him. Mikey had built up a very tough skin over the years for whatever came his way, but that never stopped his heart from hurting.

This made Taz feel terrible.

Mikey noticed her change in behaviour and stuck a hand up in front of her shaking it back and forth.

"Baby girl?"

"Mikey, why are you wearing that?"

"Wearing what? We're both naked, that's the whole point of this babe." Mikey winked and dropped his eyes low then back up. Taz's eyebrows knotted, clearly not amused with the joke (which she would have laughed at any other time).

"Mikey seriously-”

"Babe we're fine, come on we're naked and painting and having a good time."

"Mikey-"

"Now turn around so I can bust out a killer back mural that I've been thinking about. Neon colours always look the best on you if I do say so myself, and I did, I say so myself." Mikey turned to his side and picked up a tray and a few paints as he prepared for his art attack.

"Michelangelo, Michael, Angel!" Taz rose her voice to break his rambling he was trying to distract her with. Even if all his names out of order, it still shook him silent as she gave him a look at told him to shut up and listen. Mikey's smile dropped, and he slowly sat the supplies down. Taz's face softens when she saw the light in Mikey's eyes die down and dull, it broke her heart. Taz took a breath then nodded, she picked up her brush and dipped it into a shade of green that matched Mikey's normal skin tone. She scooted closer than she already was and placed Mikey's hands on her plumped waist. Mikey didn't move and kept his eyes only on Taz's face as she wrote out something across his chest.

"You are Triumphant, Unyielding, Renowned, Talent, Loved, Exuberant. You are a 'T.U.R.T.L.E', and there is nothing wrong with that, there was never anything wrong with you." Taz used her free hand to press the button on the bracelet to deactivate it. Mikey refuses to put up a sign of protest as show his self change back through the reflection of the girl's glasses. He could feel his chest tighten and his breath hitch as Taz moved her hand up his arm then back down to grab his hand and take it in her.

"You've been spending too much time with Donnie." Mikey cracked a feeble joke relating to the words she used in her acronym. Taz finally gave him that smile he was ever so lucky to be blessed with. He loved nothing more than to see her smile towards him.

"Yeah I have but at least I have a bigger vocabulary to compliment you with." Taz stuck out her tongue then reached up to wrap a hand behind Mikey's neck to pull him down for a kiss. He quickly melted against her lips and pulled her entirely onto his lap with his other hand that was still on her hip. Taz giggled and pulled away from the kiss.

"Seriously though," Taz fixed her glasses then cleared her throat. "When we are around family and friends, I don't want to see that bracelet on you. When you do that it feels like your hiding from me." Taz gave him a playful, sad face and poked out her bottom lip.

"Hey, that's my puppy face I use on the other! You can't use that on me." Mikey pulled her down for a kiss and Taz happily gave. After a few more seconds of their small make out, the girl pulled away again and patted his shoulder right above his tattoo.

"Mikey stop trying to distract me, I need to know your answer." Taz wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his plastron. Forgetting all about the paint on both of their bodies.

"Okay okay, yeah, I promise. It's just...a lot, and I know you already know this but-"

"Hey ya knucklehead, I don't care how many times we'll have this talk, I want you to feel comfortable as you are around me. I know what you long for, but we must embrace and love what we have now." Taz cupped his face and pushed his cheeks together. Mikey bubbled with laughed from his baby girl's attack. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed a small trail up and down.

"I love you. I really didn't know love could feel this good." For a moment, the laughter died down, and the tone of his voice was solemn. Taz closed her eyes and rested her cheek on top of his head.

"I love you too Micky, no more hiding." Mikey nodded and settled into their position until he saw a sudden glow of light. He shifted a bit, not enough to get Taz's attention, but enough to know where the glow was coming from. He could see it was coming from between them from Taz's necklace. He had seen it do that before. It only happens when she got overly excited about something or if she got upset. Of course, he never said anything about it to her in fear that she would panic, but he did wonder why it did that.

For now, Mikey would leave it alone, they already were having their heart to heart. This wasn't about her right now. Mikey smiled and wrapped his arms around Taz and held her tight, earning him a kiss on the head and a soft hum. Taz, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed, her emotions were everywhere. She was telling Mikey to not hide and to be himself, but yet she was hiding as well.

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Top 25 Top 40 Hits of 2004

Honorable mentions: Are You Gonna Be My Girl -- Jet (#29 -- peak Apr. 24) (#76 -- YE 2004)* Welcome Back -- Mase (#32 -- peak Jun. 19) Breathe, Stretch, Shake -- Mase Featuring P. Diddy (#28 -- peak Oct. 2) On The Way Down -- Ryan Cabrera (#15 -- peak Oct. 16) (#73 -- YE 2004) Breakaway -- Kelly Clarkson (#6 -- peak Nov. 20) (#74 -- YE 2004) (#27 -- YE 2005) Goodies -- Ciara Featuring Petey Pablo (#1 -- peak Sep. 11) (#9 -- YE 2004) My Immortal -- Evanescence (#7 -- peak Apr. 10) (#19 -- YE 2004)* Tipsy -- J-Kwon (#2 -- peak Apr. 17) (#11 -- YE 2004) Slow Jamz -- Twista Featuring Kanye West & Jamie Foxx (#1 -- peak Feb. 21) (#16 -- YE 2004) Overnight Celebrity -- Twista (#6 -- peak May 22) (#31 -- YE 2004) Rubber Band Man -- T.I. (#30 -- peak Mar. 20) 99 Problems -- Jay-Z (#30 -- peak Jun. 26) Dirt Off Your Shoulder -- Jay-Z (#5 -- peak Apr. 10) (#21 -- YE 2004) 100 Years -- Five For Fighting (#28 -- peak May 22) (#77 -- YE 2004) Come Clean -- Hilary Duff (#35 -- peak Mar. 27) My Band -- D12 Featuring Eminem (#6 -- peak May 15) (#59 -- YE 2004) Leave (Get Out) -- JoJo (#12 -- peak Jul. 31) (#40 -- YE 2004) Confessions Part II -- Usher (#1 -- peak Jul. 24) (#12 -- YE 2004) Meant To Live -- Switchfoot (#18 -- peak Jul. 31) (#51 -- YE 2004)* Dreams -- Diana DeGarmo (#14 -- peak Jul. 17) Tempted To Touch -- Rupee (#39 -- peak Nov. 20) Ocean Avenue -- Yellowcard (#37 -- peak Jun. 26)* Redneck Woman -- Gretchen Wilson (#22 -- peak May 22) (#97 -- YE 2004) Here For The Party -- Gretchen Wilson (#39 -- peak Oct. 2) Breaking The Habit -- Linkin Park (#20 -- peak Sep. 18) (#79 -- YE 2004)*

25. 1985 -- Bowling For Soup (#23 -- peak Nov. 13)* 24b. Move Ya Body -- Nina Sky Featuring Jabba (#4 -- peak Aug. 7) (#22 -- YE 2004) 24a. Oye Mi Canto -- N.O.R.E. Featuring Daddy Yankee, Nina Sky, Gem Star & Big Mato (#12 -- peak Nov. 13) 23. Dude -- Beenie Man Featuring Ms. Thing (#26 -- peak Jun. 12) (#85 -- YE 2004) 22b. She Will Be Loved -- Maroon 5 (#5 -- peak Sep. 25) (#35 -- YE 2004)* 22a. This Love -- Maroon 5 (#5 -- peak Apr. 24) (#4 -- YE 2004)* 21c. My Boo -- Usher and Alicia Keys (#1 -- peak Oct. 30) (#24 -- YE 2004) 21b. Burn -- Usher (#1 -- peak May 22) (#2 -- YE 2004) 21a. Yeah! -- Usher Featuring Lil Jon and Ludacris (#1 -- peak Feb. 28) (#1 -- YE 2004) 20. Heaven -- Los Lonely Boys (#16 -- peak Aug. 21) (#37 -- YE 2004) 19. One Thing -- Finger Eleven (#16 -- peak Oct. 16) (#66 -- YE 2004) 18. Culo -- Pitbull Featuring Lil Jon (#32 -- peak Jun. 12) 17. Lose My Breath -- Destiny’s Child (#3 -- peak Oct. 30) (#58 -- YE 2004) (#86 -- YE 2005) 16. I Believe -- Fantasia (#1 -- peak Jul. 10) 15. Headsprung -- LL Cool J (#16 -- peak Oct. 2) (#67 -- YE 2004) 14. Pieces Of Me -- Ashlee Simpson (#5 -- peak Sep. 18) (#39 -- YE 2004) 13. Drop It Like It’s Hot -- Snoop Dogg Featuring Pharrell (#1 -- peak Dec. 11) (#71 -- YE 2004) (#23 -- YE 2005) 12. Slow Motion -- Juvenile Featuring Soulja Slim (#1 -- peak Aug. 7) (#13 -- YE 2004) 11. The Reason -- Hoobastank (#2 -- peak Jun. 19) (#6 -- YE 2004) 10. If I Ain’t Got You -- Alicia Keys (#4 -- peak Jul. 3) (#3 -- YE 2004) 9. Dare You To Move -- Switchfoot (#17 -- peak Dec. 18)* 8. Freek-A-Leek -- Petey Pablo (#7 -- peak Jul. 3) (#14 -- YE 2004) 7. Lean Back -- Terror Squad (#1 -- peak Aug. 21) (#10 -- YE 2004) 6b. My Happy Ending -- Avril Lavigne (#9 -- peak Oct. 2) (#54 -- YE 2004) 6a. Don’t Tell Me -- Avril Lavigne (#22 -- peak Jun. 26) (#92 -- YE 2004) 5. Toxic -- Britney Spears (#9 -- peak Mar. 27) (#48 -- YE 2004) 4. Broken -- Seether Featuring Amy Lee (#20 -- peak Dec. 18)* 3b. Roses -- Outkast (#9 -- peak Jun. 19) (#56 -- YE 2004) 3a. The Way You Move -- Outkast (#1 -- peak Feb. 14) (#5 -- YE 2004) 2. Welcome To My Life -- Simple Plan (#40 -- peak Dec. 25)* 1. Numb -- Linkin Park (#11 -- peak Mar. 6) (#33 -- YE 2004)*

Albums Worth Checking Out: American Idiot -- Green Day Franz Ferdinand -- Franz Ferdinand Winning Days -- The Vines Funeral -- Arcade Fire The College Dropout -- Kanye West SMiLE -- Brian Wilson Good News For People Who Love Bad News -- Modest Mouse Hot Fuss -- The Killers Confessions -- Usher How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb -- U2 Love. Angel. Music. Baby. -- Gwen Stefani You Are The Quarry -- Morrissey Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge -- My Chemical Romance The Red Light District -- Ludacris Back To Bedlam -- James Blunt Eye to the Telescope -- KT Tunstall Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes -- TV on the Radio Los Lonely Boys -- Los Lonely Boys Sonic Nurse -- Sonic Youth The Futureheads -- The Futureheads Encore -- Eminem Talkie Walkie -- Air Contraband -- Velvet Revolver The Cure -- The Cure Who Killed...The Zutons? -- The Zutons Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) -- Slipknot Kamikaze -- Twista Shake the Sheets -- Ted Leo and the Pharmacists In Love and Death -- The Used Chuck -- Sum 41 Reise, Reise -- Rammstein

The Bottom of the Pile: Cold Hard Bitch -- Jet (#55 -- peak May 8)* American Idiot -- Green Day (#61 -- peak Oct. 30)* Cold -- Crossfade (#81 -- peak Dec. 25)* Somebody Told Me -- The Killers (#51 -- peak Nov. 27)* Take Me Out -- Franz Ferdinand (#66 -- peak Sep. 4)* Maps -- Yeah Yeah Yeahs (#87 -- peak May 1)* Slither -- Velvet Revolver (#56 -- peak Jul. 3)* Fall To Pieces -- Velvet Revolver (#67 -- peak Oct. 16)* Everything -- Alanis Morissette (#76 -- peak Jun. 5) Just Like You -- Three Days Grace (#55 -- peak Aug. 28)* Shadow -- Ashlee Simpson (#57 -- peak Oct. 30) Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) -- Big & Rich (#56 -- peak Sep. 4) King Of The Dancehall -- Beenie Man (#80 -- peak Oct. 23) Float On -- Modest Mouse (#68 -- peak Sep. 4)* The Outsider -- A Perfect Circle (#79 -- peak May 15)* Getting Away With Murder -- Papa Roach (#69 -- peak Nov. 13)* So Cold -- Breaking Benjamin (#76 -- peak Nov. 13)* 8th World Wonder -- Kimberley Locke (#49 -- peak May 15) I Miss You -- blink-182 (#42 -- peak May 15)* You Raise Me Up -- Josh Groban (#73 -- peak Apr. 3) What You Waiting For? -- Gwen Stefani (#47 -- peak Nov. 27)* Hold On -- Good Charlotte (#63 -- peak Feb. 14)*

Alternative songs are the ones starred.

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TmnT 2016Leonardo X Reader

Casey looked over at you from the drivers seat, you had your head down, interested in the squad car floor board.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I'm lactose intolerant" you mumbled. His lips formed an 'o' shape, after that he stayed quiet.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, "Do you want anything?"

You buried your face in your white scarf, after that he realized you didn't want to talk. Casey respected that, and focused on driving until he got to his apartment.

He parked his car, got out and grabbed your small box of things and suitcase from the trunk. He patiently waited outside of the car for you. Once you got out, he lead you to his small, two bedroom apartment.

Once you two were there, he showed you the room that you'd be staying in. He gently smiled at you, and left you alone to unpack.

You looked around, before laying in the middle of the empty rooms floor. Slight tears ran down your face.

This is the fifth home you've been in the last two months. The foster care had to home you with a distant uncle, a relative they just found. Lucky you, he's a cop. You can't run away anymore.

Casey Jones. A tallish guy, who had a thing for hockey. He wasn't mean or anything, just a bit weird. He was single guy, that kinda scared you a bit, but you figured he had a girlfriend somewhere.

You heard someone at the door, it was a females voice. I guess that answered your question. Casey did manage to score a girl.

You got up off the floor, slipped on an oversize blue sweater and tights. Long, soft socks to match.

You then heard multiple voices, but what made it strange was you heard the living room window open.

You quietly opened your bedroom door, and made your way down the hallway. You seen Casey, a slim tall female standing next to him, and four large turtles talking to both of them.

Wait what. The turtles were huge, muscular and each had their own different colored mask.

Blue. Red. Purple. Orange.

They weren't ugly, but you could smell sewage coming from them.

It didn't bother you much really, yes it was a bit different seeing four large, ninja, talking turtles standing in your new home, but you weren't scared of them.

The youngest one, the one with the orange mask, held a smile that put you at ease. You wanted to say hi, but with everything that you've been through, you thought best to just sit back and observe them.

Casey seemed to be trying to tell them that it wasn't the right time for them to be here, considering you just moved an hour ago.

The girl seemed to have other plans, ushering them all inside. She spoke to them about something you didn't quite understand. But then.

Your breathing stopped.

The turtle with the blue mask was staring at you, right in the eyes. You didn't feel intimidated no, you felt your cheeks grow red.

He was handsome. Very handsome. His ocean blue eyes held a spark of interest, it seemed he was reading you as if you were an open book.

You couldn't pull yourself away from his eyes, seemly getting lost in them. It was when he gave you small, gentle smile. That you gave a bashful smile in return. A smile that made your shoulder rise, and your eyelashes batting. Like a scene out of a movie.

His eyes widened for a moment, and he looked away, a small red tint ran across his olive green cheeks.

That was when one of his assumed brothers eye caught you in corner. The orange masked one to be exact.

"Eyy, Casey, why didn't you tell us you had a pretty girl over" the orange masked turtle smiled at you, but then narrowed his eyes at Casey. "Are you cheatin on April, dude! Not Cool bro!"

April, so her name was, looked over at you. She could tell you were no older then 16, but your eyes held a bit of sadness that made her smile fade a bit.

Casey turned to you, sighed then perked up. "Y/N! Come meet my friends" he said, waving you over. "Come on they don't bite, well I don't know bout big red over here"

"Aye!" the biggest turtle barked, "Watch ya mouth there Jones"

You giggled, and that caused Casey to smile. The orange masked one smiled, introduced him and brothers.

Leonardo. He caught your attention, and you caught his. The whole night he couldn't take his eyes off you, and you the same.

Mikey even made a joke about how much you two stared at eachother, but never really spoke much.

What shocked everyone, including you was when the turtle brothers were leaving, Leo stayed back a minute or two to talk to Casey.

They came back a moment later. Leo bowed to you, and wished you a good night. He raised your hand to his lips, and kissed it softly. Before you had anytime to react, he was out the window and gone.

You blushed, but then turned to April and Casey.

April smiled at you, then looked over at Casey. "What did Leo want?"

Casey smiled, then looked at you. "He wanted to know if I would allow him and Y/N to go on a date"

Your blush got darker. April smiled. "What did you say?" Casey shrugged.

"I said it was fine, if Y/N wanted to go"

You hide your face with your hands, nodding your head yes. Casey handed you a slip of paper with a few numbers on it.

"Heres his number" Casey had a shit eating grin.

You fainted. Oh boy.

Maybe staying with Casey wouldn't be too bad.

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