#and when they were little he just happened to manage to rope donnie into it

[tangledinink]

Does Donnie have any feelings about how he’s able to walk on water, and also can he choose not to? It must suck for a turtle not being able to swim if not :(

Also how often does he dance?

Would Mikey dance with him? (Cause I think Mikey was once described in the show to be a good ballet dancer)

he can choose not to and he can still swim! walking on the water feels totally natural and normal to him-- someone would have to point it out to him before he'd start to question it.

also, he spends tons of time dancing! hours every day are dedicated purely to ballet. partially because, even before he became the guardian of the lake, it was one of his favorite hobbies. and partially because he feels compelled to by the lake itself. in terms of mikey--

absolutely they dance together.

#they love to dance together #they used to all the time even before this #not gonna stop now #mikey is quote unquote a “master of ballet” after all #and when they were little he just happened to manage to rope donnie into it #donnie DOES love to dance #well established u w u #fun fact #mikey is the only other character in the universe who would have been susceptible to the lake's curse #leo or raph wouldnt have been effected by it #but if mikey had gone to the lake instead of donnie for some reason #HE would have become to guardian #anyway #swanatello #donniesona #pb and j #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt #rottmnt au

[sleepytime-fics]

Whatever You Do, Don't Get Attached - Chapter 3

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

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The fact that the kid from school didn’t run away screaming was very, very strange to April.

Actually, the more that April thought about it, they were pretty strange in general. Not to be offensive, of course. But it was strange enough to have April wondering about them while laying on her bed, instead of doing her homework.

…

Those brutes were kicking their butts, and everyone knew it. Leo was on the ground, Mikey and Raph were all beaten up, and Donnie was still smashed into the rubble. But worst of all, they were all coming for the weird little dog thing that April was currently carrying.

Backing away, April kept her gaze on the strange armored men. What surprised her, though, was when one of them turned around to grab something.  She tensed up, afraid of what it could possibly be.

Ew! No, it was wriggling! No way she was dealing with that, nope! April narrowed her eyes, and grimaced as it slowly came into the light. It was… fuzzy? No, wait, that’s rope. Did they have some wild, rabid animal? Oh, they were done for. She held the creature tighter, anticipating to get mauled by a small bear or something when she got a clearer sight of it.

Wait… that’s not a bear!

oh.

oh.

That’s a person. Phew. Wait…

They had a person?!

April gasped loudly, flinching as the person was knocked unconscious by a large fist to the head. 

“Uhh… Guys?! I think we have another problem!” She alerted the others,slowly backing away. If they didn’t hesitate to knock someone out, would they hesitate with the rest of them?

“I swear if there’s another- HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE!” Donnie exclaimed as he sat up slowly. He grimaced, noticing how the person hung limp over the shoulder of one of the brutes.

“Huh…? Oh, they’ve got a human… Nice…” Leo muttered out, winded from his crashing onto the ground.

“THEY’VE GOT A WHAT?!” Raph exclaimed suddenly, springing to his feet before immediately falling over again. Mikey quickly followed suit, but he managed to stay balanced.

“It is simple. Give us little creature. If yes, we only smash you eh… tiny bit!” The first brute offered, holding up his thumb and pointer finger a small distance from each other to emphasize. “But not, we smash you large bit! And tall creature, too.” He continued, making his hand into a crushing fist. The group gulped, now more intimidated than ever. Except for Leo, who was still a bit loopy.

“Man… they are ugly.” The aforementioned turtle chuckled, making everyone’s attention turn to him. Including the brutes. Gulping, he tried to himself as he attempted to slink away. Unsurprisingly, the brutes began to march towards him. Looks like Leo wasn’t escaping their beatings this time.

…

April sighed, rolling over in bed. Leo had complained the entire time she saw him the next day. She was going to mess those brutes up the next time she saw them. And not to avenge Leo, no, but for putting her through all of his wailing.

She pulled out her phone, sighing as she opened up Leo’s contact. He may be more annoying than a toddler who got told that they couldn’t call Dora the explorer, but she did care about him and his well being.

She quickly typed up a question to Leo, asking him how he’s doing. She chuckled to herself, feeling a bit of amused pity for the brothers. If she was only there for a few hours, how would Mikey, Raph, and Donnie be doing?

As she sent her text, a cyan-cased phone pinged with a new text.

…

Leo had finally begun to rest, something he was quite eager to get. But when his phone buzzed, he groaned as he reached over to see who texted him. He blinked a bit in surprise when he saw April’s contact… he thought her sleep schedule was better than his.

4th Month: Your shell still messed up? April asked him, letting a small chuckle escape him. He situated himself on his bed, quickly typing up a reply: Nothing I can’t handle. Just the cost of being a hero

Leo sighed, lowering his phone. He had been a hero today, right? Or was it just that strange cat-dog thing? He liked to think that he helped save that person… Why else would they help him?

…

"We can still catch these lame-o paper crooks, and be heroes." Leo said, trying to convince his brothers. He could tell that they were discouraged, and it was reasonable, they had just gotten beaten by the lamest thieves around. But they couldn’t just give up so easily! He couldn’t let them. He gulped a bit, wondering for a moment on what he could do next.

"He's uhh… he's right, you know…" A voice suddenly spoke up. He looked over in the direction of the voice, and blinked in surprise as he noticed the person they had saved from the other day was… still there? They had seemed pretty afraid of them back then, were they only shaken up a bit?

"Just because you failed one time, doesn't mean it's over…You still have another chance. Don't let failure hold you back… ya'know?" They continued, looking a bit nervous. So, he was right, they’re still scared. But as he looked closer, they didn’t actually seem afraid of them… so what was it? He at least felt a bit better about that.

"Well, that's going to be hard, that was the last paper store in town." Donnie muttered from behind him, making Leo’s attention turn back towards his brother. Slowly, he gained a smirk as he got another idea.

"Hmmm or… was it?" He said, going into that classic thinking position.

"Yeah it was uhh, I literally just said that." Donnie said, making Leo playfully roll his eyes.

“Well, I think we could change that.” Leo crouched down to the ground, closer to Donnie and Raph as they sat on the ground. He waved Mikey over, and was yet again surprised as the new person followed behind his little brother. Nonetheless, he huddled his brothers together.

As he explained his plan, he couldn’t help but notice how the new person didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

…

Leo was brought back to reality as his phone pinged with a notification. Checking it again, he saw that April had replied to him.

4th Month: Oh yes, that seems so stressful. Go get your well earned beauty sleep, oh great hero

Leo smiled, reacting to the text with a thumbs up before turning his phone off again. Maybe he should try and sleep again.

woops surprise update! (its an intermission because its all i wanna do rn)

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[cotton-tails]

So I saw this last night, and the little angsty plot bunny in my head woke up and I just had to write something. Fully intended to be a drabble of sorts, but of course it turned into a four page tear-fest, so grab the tissues and strap in.

Oh, and I haven't edited this, it's just 3am word-vomit, so enjoy the mess!

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“So, this hasn’t exactly gone to plan.”

Della snorts cheerlessly at Donald’s deadpan comment, struggling into a sitting position and wincing at a twinge in her elbow. The chains dig into her arms with every movement, a very clear upgrade from the ropes they’d all been able to break out of within several minutes not too long ago. These idiots don’t know who they’re messing with.

Or they do; probably a little too well, hence the plan that fell apart very quickly. And the chains. And the scary looking red lightning below them.

“Shut up!” Heron snaps behind them, cuffing Donald a little too roughly around the head.

He doesn’t react more than a sharp hiss and a dark glare behind him, and Della can’t help the sharp pang of guilt under the surge of anger. She bites back a comment, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground until the villain is out of earshot.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, keeping her voice low.

“What? Why?” Donald sounds confused but she can’t bring herself to look at him.

“You should be with Daisy right now,” she says, “I’m the one who guilted you into staying, into coming on this stupid trip. And now we’re facing the very real possibility of dying.”

Donald is quiet.

Forcing herself to look up, she frowns at the look on his face. He still doesn’t say anything, but the expression says it all; ‘Della-you-absolute-idiot-what-are-you-blathering-on-about?’

“I came on this stupid trip cause our kids were in trouble,” he hisses eventually, “my family were in trouble! You think I wouldn’t ditch my vacation in a heartbeat for any of you?”

“I-” Della starts, but her voice catches, rendering her utterly speechless. He’s not lying, she knows exactly what he would do for the family, for her. Yet, somehow that knowledge isn’t exactly helping.

She misses her chance to reply, all conversation cut off with the explosive arrival of Scrooge and Bradford through the roof.

Della clenches her fist and almost bites through the inside of her cheek as he slams to the ground. She manages to chime out a ‘Hey Uncle Scrooge,’ with Donald when his pained gaze finds them. Beakley mutters a sarcastic ‘Fantastic,’ from her other side. She can only watch as a now armoured Bradford, armed with the sword, picks him up by the back of his coat and drags him up the stairs. He’s blathering on about something, but she’s stopped listening; too busy focusing on her battered and beaten uncle and how this could have gone so completely and utterly wrong.

It’s the usual spiel anyway, threats to destroy his family, his adventures, everything he had worked for, blah blah blah.

Then the contract is revealed, and her stomach drops to somewhere around her knees. If they don’t find a way out soon, Scrooge will have to either sign his life away or they all die, and frankly, neither option sound particularly appealing.

It’s only when Bradford sacrifices his own agents that the desperateness of the situation really sinks in. It’s one thing to talk about murder, it’s entirely another to actually do it. And if Bradford is willing to throw away his own agents, Della can’t imagine what he would be willing to do to her family if Scrooge doesn’t sign.

He tries to buy some time. Della can almost hear the cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure out how to get out of this one. She huffs out a half-hearted laugh at the sharp quip about the fine-print. He’d figure something out, he always does. Not to mention the kids are bound to have found a way out by now, they’d pick up the rest of their allies and be on their way to disrupt the whole evil plan.

It’s just a matter of-

“Ugh! Enough stalling!”

Never mind.

“You need some incentive.”

Della does not like where this is going.

“Perhaps the life of your most trusted ally?”

The three of them snap their heads forward as Bradford stalks towards them, sword dragging on the concrete threateningly. As the screeching rings in Della’s ears, the only thought racing through her mind is ‘not Donnie, not Donnie, please, don’t take my brother.’

Her heart almost stops when he scoops Donald up by his collar, his cry echoing in her ears.

“Donald!” Three voices scream.

She can barely breathe, crippling panic bubbling up inside. All she wants to do is close her eyes and scream, break these chains and drag him back to safety, but she can’t move, she can’t take her eyes off her twin as he’s dangled over the edge.

“What will it be Scrooge? Adventure? Or your Family?”

‘Just do what he wants!’ She’s not ashamed of the thought. They’ll figure out a way to reverse the contract, there’s always a way, always a loophole. Just do it so she can see her brother safely on solid ground.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

She can’t say she’s surprised at how quickly he gives in.

“No! Don’t!” Donald screams, “find a way out! You can beat him!”

The pen is already in his hand. “It’s not worth the risk lad.”

They can only watch in horror at the golden glow that circles around him, lifting him up and binding him with unbreakable chains that drag him to the ground.

“I did it!” Bradford crows triumphantly. “The great Scrooge McDuck, now only a poor old man!”

Della’s heart breaks just a little at the look of absolute misery on her old uncle’s face, but she doesn’t have time to mourn properly, because Bradford is talking. Again.

“Normally I wouldn’t indulge in such petty villainy,” he says, his gaze turning back to Donald, still dangling over the edge, with a glint in his eye that makes Della’s blood run cold. “But since this is a special occasion.”

He lets go.

Della’s eyes meet Donald’s for an agonising second, and then he’s gone.

There’s a flash of red, and someone is screaming.

She doesn’t even realise it’s her until a rough hand knocks her back.

“Shut it! Or it’ll be you next!”

Hot tears stream down her beak and she presses her forehead into the cold concrete, not even bothering to choke back a sob. Over the pounding of her own taunting heartbeat in her ears, she hears the sound of the machine powering down (‘Too late’ her traitorous mind provides), of her kids voices yelling something, and Scrooge shouting for them to be careful.

And Bradford, confused and angry as her family finally, finally step in to save the day.

His voice sets off something inside that she hadn’t felt since the day Lunaris betrayed her. A raging anger that burns through her, overwhelming any other emotion and completely taking over her mind.

The chains are no longer an obstacle, and even Beakley can’t stop her from launching herself at the buzzard. They tumble down the stairs, fists flying and feet kicking. Everything blurs after that, which may or may not be a side effect of a rather painful bump on the head as they hit the ground at the bottom of the staircase. She’s kicked off, then it’s just a cloud of lights and bodies and a strong arm holding her back from doing anything overly-reckless and potentially stupid.

The kids, her (their) beautiful, wonderful kids, figure out the loophole and the ever-binding contract disintegrates.

It’s done.

The maniacal villain is defeated once more. The world has returned to rights and the sounds of celebration fill the air.

But Della can only stand and watch, her hands trembling and eyes burning. Beakley stands behind her, hands hovering just behind her shoulders, ready to give comfort if needed.

He’s gone.

Her brother, the other half of her soul; just… gone.

And… oh.

Her knees buckle, a wrecked sob forcing its way from her throat. Beakley catches her with a arm round the shoulders and a hand under her elbow, lowering her gently to the ground as she crumples into a ball. She presses her hands to her eyes in a hopeless attempt to stem the tears as everything comes crashing down.

“It’s okay, let it out dear.”

He shouldn’t have been here. He should’ve been on that amazing adventure with Daisy, sailing together on that old houseboat. After everything life had thrown at him, after all the madness they’d been through, he’d finally caught a break, finally found that amazing person who loved him as fiercely as he loved her.

Then Della had come along, crying about lost time and not being ready. She hadn’t wanted to him to leave, even on a stupid vacation that he would very clearly be coming back from.

Now he wouldn’t even get the chance to go.

And it’s all her fault.

“Mom?”

The obvious confusion and concern in Huey’s voice is enough to send her tumbling over the edge all over again, fresh tears springing up at the thought of having to explain what happened to her- to his kids.

Scrooge hurries them away, and she tries not to listen to the hushed explanation, the startled gasps, and she has to cover her ears for the rest. She can’t stand it.

It’s all her fault.

“DELLA!”

‘What?’

There’s no mistaking that voice.

Her head snaps up so fast she’s half sure she’s given herself whiplash. Even through blurred eyesight, she knows that silhouette, that outfit, that stupid hat. She blinks, sniffing and scrubbing at her face with her sleeve, hardly daring to believe.

It shouldn’t be possible, there’s no way it’s possible. She saw it, she saw him fall, saw the flash of lightning, the empty space where he had been only moments before. She watched her own brother die. So how was he standing ten feet in front of her, laughing as he’s tackled by several small and colourful blurs?

A hand appears in front of her face and she looks up into the stunned face of her uncle. He looks almost as much of a mess as she feels, tearstains tracking down his cheeks and spotting on his coat.

“I think it might be best if we just don’t question it,” he says, helping her to her feet.

His hands are shaking as he holds hers tightly, but she doesn’t comment; it can’t be any worse than her own trembling limbs. They turn back to Donald, who’s ended up sat on the floor under the collective weight of the kids. He’s got a tearful Louie on his shoulder and several kids wrapped around his torso as he struggles to his feet, and Della can see him mouthing a headcount as he takes them all in.

“I swear every time we see you, you have more children.”

She hadn’t even noticed Panchito and José just beside him, grins wide and eyes twinkling with amusement and, in José’s case, something else that she can’t quite place. Donald just laughs at Panchito’s observation, the sound sweet as honey and causing even more tears to well up all round. The pure relief that sweeps through her is almost enough to make her knees give way again, but Scrooge’s hand gripping hers and Beakley’s arm still around her shoulders is just enough to keep her grounded.

Then he catches her eye.

“Hey Dells.”

The kids must see something in her face, cause they have to good sense to dart out of the way just moments before Della hurls herself at her brother. They almost topple backwards, but Donald is able to keep them just about upright while Della just focuses on wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder. His arms circle her waist, holding her just as tightly. The tears are streaming freely now, but she’s beyond caring. He can yell at her about ruining his shirt later and she’ll just take it with a grin.

“You idiot!” she yells, her voice muffled by his shoulder, “I thought you were dead!”

“For a minute, so did I,” he says into her hair, “how about we just call it even?”

The soft jibe only makes her laugh, and she holds him just that little bit tighter.

Miracles do happen, and in the end all that matters is love, family and adventure.

But if he thinks she’s going to let him go galivanting off on some adventure without her now, then he’d better think again.

#Ducktales #DT17 #Sorry not sorry #Donald duck #Della duck #one day I will write something light and fluffy #maybe #but at least this has a happy ending #I almost didn't do that #I'm imagining Jose has something to do with the saving #pretty sure he has some form of magic in the original film #just playing with that #but couldn't physically fit it in #might write donnie's POV next #we'll see #Also I'm ignoring the webby is scrooge's clone thing #like fair enough if that's where they wanted to go with it #but I wasn't the biggest fan #anyway #enjoy #Ducktales spoilers #fanfic #my stuff

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Protective Service

John Wick x Reader (A/n-What happens when you click on instinct without looking you ask? Well, you delete a perfectly edited chapter. At least that's what happened to me the first time I tried to post this.)

Masterlist  Protective Service Masterlist

Warnings- The tiniest NSFW mentions, infidelity (sort of)

Chapter 10 All of Nothing

Y/n sat at her vanity, sifting through an antique jewelry box in search of a pair of earrings that would suit the outfit she'd picked. For the most part, she was so consumed with her menial task that Y/n hadn't noticed the person coming to stand behind her until he placed one hand on her silk clad shoulder, using the other to sweep her hair away from her neck. "Hi," her mirth was audible and her lashes fluttered as she raised her head, meeting John's softened gaze through the rounded mirror. 

"Hey," he threaded rough fingers through her soft locks, moving on to trailing them along the column of her neck when he’d swept her hair away, “You look beautiful this morning, you always look beautiful,” he corrected, grinning at the blush painting her cheeks. No one had ever made her feel what John did, the giddiness, the glee, the little flutter in her heart when she recognized another thing in him that complemented her perfectly.

“Thank you,” Y/n leaned into his touch, admiring how relaxed and at ease John looked; no shirt, hair still damp from his shower and exuding this warm aura of safety that made her just want to lose herself beside him. “What are you doing?” She taunted lightly when he started edging the top of her robe open, never breaking their shared gaze. 

Smirking, John licked his lips when one side of the garment finally gave way, revealing the top of one lace clad breast, the scalloped edges of the fine material standing out against her skin exquisitely. “That depends on what you want me to be doing,” his low, husky words were intertwined with desire and when he slid his finger beneath the strap of her bra teasingly, a shiver ran up Y/n spine. She watched closely as John crouched down behind her, just so he could lean forward and press his lips to the back of her shoulder, his straying hand travelling lower to undo the knot holding her robe closed as the other felt around her curves. 

“Why don’t you put this away for now?” He probed quietly, weaning the carved box out of her smaller hands before letting a calloused palm venture to the valley between Y/n’s silken thighs, “Do you have anything important this morning?”

Reluctantly, Y/n recoiled, knowing that if they continued, she would certainly be late. “I do actually,” she cringed, her expression only falling further when John pulled away altogether, bracing himself with a grip on the cushioned armrest, offering her a look that suggested that anything but ‘no’ was the wrong answer, “I have a meeting with Balinski and his head of campaign finance. It really is important,” shifting slightly to face him, hooking one leg under herself, Y/n reached out, laying an affectionate touch on his arm, hoping he’d understand.

Huffing an exasperated sigh, “Fine,” John leaned forward to quickly peck her lips, “Rain check until this evening then,” already, he’d repositioned his hand to her lower back, his thumb rubbing absent circles into the fabric.

“Uhh,” hesitating, Y/n gnawed on her lower lip, only succumbing to telling the whole truth after John’s gentle nudging, “Maybe later in the night?” Scrunching her nose, she broached the matter with great caution, bracing herself for the worst, “I’m having dinner with Donavan tonight, we might be a while.”

Even if they’d lapsed into some semblance of a relationship, things had really just happened unconsciously; one night together turning into waking up in Y/n’s bed, intimate touches became unconscious caresses in quieter moments and steamy kisses turned to sweet endearments. They hadn’t discussed mutual exclusivity though, yet John had somehow assumed that the talk they’d had at the Continental had implied it. Or maybe he just hadn’t thought of Y/n’s relations with Donavan at all. 

Sensing the shift in his mood, Y/n searched his features,  “John, it’s….it’s just….we know we haven’t really figured this out yet.” In that moment, Y/n knew that whatever the right words were, she had not just used them. She did however, manage to make things worse, in record time too. 

"Oh," standing abruptly, he was about to stalk off when Y/n grabbed his wrist, her eyes pleading with him to stay and hear her out as she tried to fix things, "I should go finish getting dressed," he mumbled when she wouldn't let up. 

"Can we talk about this later?" Her plea was genuine, Y/n really wanted to make things right, even if she didn't quite know how to do that.

Shaking his head, John resisted, "You don't have to say that because you think it's what I want. I know what I mean to you," he huffed, finally breaking away from Y/n, "And clearly it's not the same as what you mean to me. You can do whatever you want later," he grumbled, snatching his shirt off the foot of her bed. 

The legs of the little bench scraped loudly against the tile as Y/n stood, following John as he neared the door, "That is not true  and you know it. But things are complicated with me and Donavan, I need to work them out and what I want later is to talk about this, about us, with you." He stopped, his hand closed in over the knob and his stance stiff, "Please John."

When he released the knob and turned back to her, Y/n let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, the tingle of relief spreading to her toes and fingers. "Fix this, by tonight, or we're done." 

She wasn't used to ultimatums, or at least, Y/n wasn't used to receiving them. But she knew that arguing with John wouldn't fare well and all she wanted to have things go back to the way the were mere minutes ago, "Okay, I'll fix it and not because I think it's what you want," stepping forward, Y/n took his hand again, bringing it up to her lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles as she drew closer, "But because of how much you mean to me and because I don't want anything or anyone to make you question that, okay?"

Swallowing thickly, John nodded slowly, bending his head so his forehead was pressed against hers, "Okay," he kissed her, his free arm engulfing Y/n as they continued, smiling at how she sighed against his lips and melted into his chest. It felt right when they were like that, as if every moment tangled up in Y/n’s arms had been meticulously orchestrated to ensure that there was nowhere else that he’d rather be. She was becoming his safe place, his haven, his peace. John didn’t know how she’d react if he told her, but he didn’t have any plans of letting her know soon anyway. Though, he did, for dear life, hang onto the hope that she felt the same, after all, what was the point of a second chance if it was going to slip right out of your grasp in the end?

She shouldn’t have felt guilty, just over a month ago, she wouldn’t have. But that evening, laying there in the mess of sheets with Donavan, right after they’d touched each other in the way they had for years, Y/n had never felt dirtier. Of course, she’d never guaranteed him exclusivity, and she had also firmly reminded herself that she had done the same with John, but still, the thought gnawed at Y/n. The wounded expression he’d flashed her that morning before playing it off and the way John had kissed her when she promised to fix things for them, like he trusted her. Not a lot of people trusted her, but knowing John did paled everything else. She did want from others what she’d found in him.

So she had to fix things. For him, for them.

Shoving the sheets down her bare body, Y/n worked on easing off the bed, ignoring Donavan until he roused her attention, “You’re leaving already?” They’d gone to his place in Manhattan and Y/n had found herself preferring it that way, at least she could leave when she wanted to, not have to pay the extra effort to drive him out. “I thought you’d stay a little longer,” he stated, a strange air about his tone as he followed her out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweats.

“I can’t,” Y/n offered briskly, already pulling on her grey, tweed slacks, quickly looking for her blouse after closing up the front, “And I uh-”

“I have a proposal,” he cut her off, surprising Y/n just as she was shrugging on her black shirt, pausing before she could do the buttons.

Taken aback, Y/n eventually continued with the task at hand, though slowly, keeping her eyes on her old friend as he approached his dresser, rummaging through a drawer in search of a t shirt, “Okay,” she encouraged, “Well what is it?”

He was just turning, pulling on the cotton jersey before finally approaching Y/n. Donavan only stopped when he was less than a foot away, towering over her, leaving her face to face with his broad chest, “Will you marry me?”

To say the least, Y/n was definitely not expecting a literal proposal, worse yet one that casual. Though, she supposed that Donavan wasn’t the get on his knees type anyway. And she wasn’t the marry her fuck buddy type either. “Excuse me?” Was perhaps the most polite thing Y/n could muster up.

“I said-”

“I heard you,” heading to an accent chair near the bedroom door to collect her suit jacket, Y/n got into it as she spoke, chuckling and hoping her dismissiveness would speak for itself, “Donny, I think you’re mistaking this for something it's not. Why would I marry you?” Y/n chortled again quietly, her grin faltering when she met his more serious expression. 

“Because I-” He cut himself off, presumably before saying something they would both regret, “Because, this partnership with Balinski could expand your enterprise, I just thought that you might need help running things. And seeing as I’m the only one that knows the ropes almost as well as you do, I thought it would be the most logical way forward.”

Smirking, Y/n shifted her weight from one leg to the next, folding her arms, “So you’re suggesting some sort of political marriage?”

“In a nutshell,” he nodded.

Humming, Y/n straighten her back, ready to clear the air once and for all so she could get back to trying to make things work with John, “The sentiment is……sweet,” she hadn’t meant for her words to sound so taunting, but they had, and there was no taking them back, “But I’m not interested. I don't want you to help run things, I’ve got this.”

Sighing heavily, Donavan seemed desperate to get her on board, “Vila,” he pleaded, “Please, just consider it.”

But Y/n was already done with the conversation, and not knowing how to let him down easy, and not thinking that he needed it anyway, she did things the way she thought best, letting her icy disposition ring through, “I don’t need to. This conversation is over,” she started out the door, collecting her handbag as she entered his living room, “And we need to stop seeing each other like this.”

“What?” Confused, he probed incredulously, following her to the door.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow Donny,” Y/n pulled his front door open, not even sparing him one last glace, “And only at work.”

Merely two hours later, Y/n stood in front of John's door, swallowing down the events of the evening before knocking in three brisk taps. He didn't need to know the specifics, he just needed to know that she'd ended things with Donavan. Before she could even raise her fist again, he was pulling the door open, "Hi," she smiled softly, hoping he'd returned the gesture. 

John took a minute to drink Y/n in. She looked so young, more like her age actually, dressed simply in a black lace robe with a short matching nightgown beneath it, her fluffy slippers not affording her much height and the absence of makeup allowing the glow of youth to radiate unhampered. She looked lovely like that, softer somehow. "Hey," John breathed, longing to reach out, but wanting to know for sure where they stood first. 

She'd showered before coming to him, and that in itself said so much, too much. "How was dinner with Donavan?"

Quickly, her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, barely glancing down at herself before meeting his stare again. Y/n knew what he was thinking, and they both knew he was right. In retrospect, she couldn't really put her finger on the reasoning for having Donavan one last time; maybe it was her way of trying to soften to blow. As if to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he just wasn't the man for her. "It went well," she began stiffly, not knowing how to continue. Y/n wasn't used to that sort of thing, and knowing that John could tell she'd been with Donavan before coming to him was making things harder. "It's over now, but John-"

She was so, so close to telling him everything. Everything that he knew, and then probably much more that he didn't. And deep down, or perhaps right on the surface, John knew it would hurt him; he didn't want to see her differently or hear her reasoning for why she'd done things that way. Besides, as long as she didn't confirm it, it could all just be in his head, and he would much rather keep guessing until he could manage to bury it down instead of hearing the painful truth. "Doesn't matter," John cut her off before anything too damaging to depart from her lips, "You're here now," he bent, pressing a slow, sensual kiss to her soft lips.

"And I wouldn't rather be anywhere else," she mumbled against John's bourbon flavored lips, letting him lead her into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her. 

******

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Donatello Fanfiction- Oneshot

"Guys quit messing around, they're getting away!" Leo yelled. Raph and Mikey were tying up the two robbers they'd stopped a few blocks down. Three more of the men had managed to run off into the crowd. Leo knew if they didn't stop them at the upcoming turn it would be difficult to catch them without being seen.

When the men took a turn, Leo smiled. It was down a street he knew pretty well. They could cut them off without a crowd. When he pitched over the last building, he could hear grunts of pain coming from the other side. Raph and the others finally caught up, leaning over the building just in time to see another person dressed in black, taking out the men they were trying to stop. With one powerful punch, the robber hit the opposite wall, knocking out cold. 

"Woah!" 

Mikey's excited scream caught the person's attention.

Their head raised, and Leo took the opportunity to jump down. He wasn't sure if this guy was friend or foe. His brothers followed, and the figure backpedaled.

"Listen, we're not going to hurt you. It looks like we were after the same people."

He could tell by the way the person stood that they were still very much unnerved. Leo took a cautious step forward. "I know that you must be-" he didn't have a chance to finish the sentence, because they fired a punch, which he dodged.

"Hey! We're on the same side!" Ignoring the statement, the individual continued to fight back, and when the last punch connected, Leo was shocked when he was forced against the wall at the force. Whoever this was had knocked the wind right out of him. He fell to the ground, a bit disoriented. When he finally regained his wits, he stood up slowly.

"He's strong guys be careful." Leo warned. Raph, Donnie and Mikey circled.

"Alright, don't ya go getting ideas. We don't want to hurt ya." As they moved to fire another attack, Donnie shot out one of his rope launchers. It wrapped around the figure's torso, bounding their hands at their sides. The body hit the floor with a thud, and the noises of struggle was all Leo heard. He straightened, rubbing his sore stomach.

"D-Damn it let me go you bastards!" Leo was stunned at the feminine voice. It sounded pretty young too. Reaching over he pulled off the hood, surprised at the girl before him.

"No way she's a girl!" Mikey shouted. You glared up at them, pissed.

"Just wait until I get out of this I'll punch your lights out! " Why the hell are you guys so big anyway, and buff. Kinda hot." you muttered that last part when your eyes landed on the one in purple. He shifted at your stare, and Mikey was cheering. "Dude she's definitely joining the team."

"Shut up Mikey!"

You frowned, forcing yourself upright. Donnie and Raph took a step back, and you started yelling, freeing yourself of the rope. It ripped like a piece of paper, and Leo's eyes grew wide. How were you so strong? Your hands raised in front of your face, watching them carefully. Regular thugs you could take, but these guys, you had no idea what they were.

Still, you weren't going to just lie down and get beaten.

"Leo what do we do?" Donnie was out of ideas. Anything else that he had to subdue you probably wouldn't hold, and you were just defending yourself. They weren't sure how to approach without causing harm, or being harmed.

"What are you?" you questioned.

"We should be asking you the same question. I've never met a human with your strength." The cocky smirk on your lips really reminded Leo of Raph.

"I was born like this, comes in handy when douchebags like that try to take advantage of other people." you gestured to the unconscious bandits.

"But you guys, you're those vigilantes that have been running around, I heard talk. But I thought it was just a rumor." you stared, and they were still standing at a distance.

"Michelangelo at your service." The one in orange said with a grin bowing. You smile a little, eyes falling back on purple.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" Leo expected more of a reaction, you were taking it pretty well.

"Please, I'm from Central City, I've seen weirder stuff. Sorry about the stomach punch. You just really surprised me. "

Leo sheathed his blades slowly. "It's alright. I'm Leonardo."

"Name's (Y/N), nice to meet you."

And that was the beginning of a very interesting partnership.

~~~

"What are you working on handsome." Donnie almost dropped his magnifying glass, clearing his throat and stepping away. You just smiled, watching the way he nervously fidgeted with the items on the desk.

"I-I'm fixing the cameras we have set up around the city. After the power outage, a few of them went out. It's important that I keep them running."

You weren't sure how long it had been. Weeks, probably months. After your meeting, you started working with the turtles. At first, you were a bit skeptical. Because even though they seemed like good guys, it wasn't in your nature to trust strangers. But as you continued on your night trips protecting the city, you kept running into them. So eventually, you all teamed up. It worked out pretty well too. You gained a family, at least now you weren't out there on your own anymore. You were strong, but not invincible. It was nice having back up.

Mikey was a very interesting individual. Raph, he was like your twin brother. You both loved breaking stuff, and pissing off Leo.

Donnie, well he was something else. Maybe it was his intelligence, or his adorable shyness. Or even those nerdy glasses. Whatever it was, it had you hooked. You always enjoyed being in the lair, because it meant more time making Donnie flustered. He always got nervous at your advances, and you absolutely loved his reactions.

Pure gold.

"Since you're so good at fixing stuff, I have a little problem of my own." That caught his attention, he placed the items down, giving you his full attention. You could already see him flipping on his goggles and scanning you for any internal problems.

"I can't seem to find anything wrong with you. Your vitals are functioning as normal. Heart rate steady, blood pressure moderate, lung capacity-" you took a step forward, and he backed up against the desk in surprise. "It's not that kind of problem." you whisper. He pulled his goggles off, swallowing.

"W-What k-kind of p-problem is it?"

"There's this guy, I've been trying everything, but I can't get him to make a move.." you bit your lip, staring into his beautiful emerald eyes. "What do I do.." You had him trapped between you and the desk, no chance of him running off like all the other times. At his height, he had to look down. You were standing on your toes to match his height. When your eyes flickered to lips, he nearly had a heart attack.

"(Y-Y/N)!"

"Yes." Donnie wasn't sure what to say. All those days spending with you, he thought flirting was just in your nature. But now that he thought about, you were never like this with any of his other brothers.

"Maybe she really does.." he shook his head, banishing the thought. He was a mutant, and you were human. In no world would such a relationship work out. Besides, you weren't serious about it. To you this was probably just a good pastime.

"Donnie?" You could tell something changed. His eyes lowered to the floor, and he took you by the shoulders, gently pushing you back.

"I have to get back to work." He didn't look at you, just headed for his room. You just watched him go, feeling crummy. You wrapped your hand around your body a bit self consciously. He must have really not liked you to just push you away like that. "Whatever, I don't care." If he really wasn't interested, you would just give up. It wasn't worth the heartache, honestly.

~~~

"We have to be careful this time. Their security is a lot better than what we've dealt with so far. All we're doing is immobilizing the men, Lieutenant Vncent is going to handle the rest." You nod at Leo's instructions, pulling the black mask over your eyes.

"Let the games begin."

Everyone started to fall out, and as you moved to jump down the building, Donnie offered you a hand. You just brushed it off, doing a backflip and landing easily on your feet at the bottom. "I've got it." you muttered in annoyance. It was bad enough he basically rejected you last time, but he wanted to act like the whole thing didn't happen.

The entire time you were beating yourself up. You weren't the most beautiful person in the world, but hell you weren't ugly either. Maybe he was just used to being around people like April. There was no way you could compare to that.

Your current mission was to shoot down a weapon transport. A bunch of criminals thought it was a good idea to start operating off Shredder's old territory. Idiots.

NYPD intercepted a deal that was about to take place, and of course Leo offered his assistance. So here you all were at an old construction site.

From your spot you could see a car pull up, and Leo signalled to the others who were already surrounding the building. You all had been there for half an hour. Leo wanted to get everyone of them. So when Donnie clarified that the last of them were there, they sneaked inside. You followed Leo, ducking and slipping through a half broken door on the other side.

"Are you sure this is top notch, my boss will be pissed if you don't deliver on your deal." The thugs were discussing the merchandise, while Raph and Mikey were quietly taking out the body guards set up at different points around the building. You almost let out a laugh when you saw the one Raph grabbed from not too far away. It looked so comical. He caught your eyes, smiling and giving a thumbs up. You just shook your head. When Leo nodded, you realized now it was safe to show yourself.

"Boys, boys, boys." you spoke catching all their attention. They spun around drawing their guns.

"Uh uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man in front of you started laughing.

"This kid thinks she can come here and takes us down. Run home to your mommy brat." You frowned.

"That's no way to talk to a lady." You pulled out the tonfas strapped at the sides of your boots with a grin.

"Let's have a little fun shall we." you grinned. When you ran straight at them they started firing and you blocked every bullet easily. You could hear the bullets bouncing off the metal, and as you got close enough, you swiped, taking down the first male. He grunted, gun flying from his palm as he crashed to the floor.

Leo came down, tying up the last bodyguard. "I thought I said no theatrics, in and out (Y/N)." you shrugged your shoulders when Leo raised his fist, knocking out the man who tried to sneak up behind him. "Couldn't help myself." you laughed when he rolled his eyes, turning to the remaining men who were just standing there in fear.

Raph and Mikey finally joined you in the main area.

"Ready for some turtle butt kicking!!" Mikey hollered. One of the guys right in front of him dropped his gun that had run out of ammo. He screamed out, running straight at Mikey, and you laughed when he knocked into his chest falling back on the ground. Mikey didn't even have to lift a finger, he knocked himself out.

"Woah..no hands!"

You giggle, falling out to deal with any men that might have gotten away. Leo was checking the area doing the same. Pretty soon you could hear the police sirens. Probably Lieutenant Vincent.

As you got to the back, you could see Donnie bounding an unconscious man. He raised when he heard you walking closer. "I think that's the last of them." He spoke. You nod, and as you opened your mouth to tell him that it's about time to leave, you catch a red dot at the back of his head. Your eyes widen. "DONNIE! Your scream alerts him that something is wrong, and he doesn't register the problem, because your body collides with his roughly and the sound of a gun firing echoes.

You both hit the floor roughly, and Donnie takes a moment to catch himself. When he sees the blood, his heart stops cold. You're lying on the floor, unmoving. Another bullet goes off and this time he can tell where, blocking it with his bo staff. He catches the assailant through the broken glass, he's trying to reload his weapon. Donnie taps on the gadget on his shoulder, and the small drone disengages from his backpack, firing off in the direction of the sniper. The man doesn't have a chance to get a next shot, because the robot lands on his shirt and releases an electric current. Painful yells fill the area before he hears the thud of his body. Now that the threat is gone, Donnie turns back to you. Raph and the others finally show up, all yelling out for you and Donnnie. When they get there the shock and fear is obvious.

"Is she.." Mikey's voice breaks, blue almost shaking.

"Get her to Vincent, Now!" Leo doesn't mean to be harsh, he's just as scared as everyone else. But if they waste time panicking, then there's a chance it'll be too late. He knows Vincent will do all in her power to save you. Donnie lifts you into his arms, and he can see the bullet wound. It's in your stomach. He ignores it, now isn't the time. As he rushes off, all he can think is how much he regrets not answering your question that day. He'd give anything to do it right now, because there is a chance that there won't be a later.

~~~

"There's no need to worry. The doctors say she'll make a full recovery. " Leo's not sure he's ever held his breath that long. After speeding you to the hospital, all four turtles were waiting anxiously on the roof, hoping that you were fine. Lieutenant Vincent has just provided them with the good news, and now it feels like they can breathe easy.

"The bullet went right through, and thankfully it didn't hit anything vital. It might take her a while, but I suggest she take a break from the crime fighting for the time being." Leo can't agree more, and Vincent gives him a reassuring pat on the arm.

"Great work today." she says softly. She nods to the rest of them, turning and heading for the staircase. As the door closes behind her, they all let out a sigh.

"Thank goodness." Mikey mumbles. Usually he's ready with a witty joke, but at the moment, he can't really think of one, so he drops down on his butt, all the stress of waiting finally gone.

"S-She saved my life." Donnie whispers. At the point in time he kept going over why you would do something so reckless. He had his shell for protection, surely a bullet would have been nothing to him. But after he calculated the angle of the shot, it made sense. The sniper was attempting a head shot. That would have definitely killed him.

"Why do ya sound so surprised. Of course she would. " Raph knows you'd do it for any of them in a heartbeat. "She'd risk her life for anyone of us, especially you dumnut."

There's more to the statement that he realizes, and when he looks over at Raph, Donnie understands.

"She cares about ya a lot. Maybe if ya took ya head out of those computers you'd see it. " Raph doesn't say much more, he turned his back, running and jumping unto the other building. There isn't much they can do now but wait for your recovery. Leo pats Donnie's shoulder, following after Raph. Mikey isn't too far behind. Donnie stands there for a moment, processing all that's happened. This is one situation he can't solve with logic. That's for sure.

~Four Weeks Later~

"For the last time I'm completely healed up. So when can I get back out there?" you give Leo the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. He just looks completely unimpressed.

"Donnie?" you gasped.

"W-Why are you asking Donnie! He's biased! I want a fair trial!" you demand.

"According to my statistics, your wound will heal more effectively if you refrain from any strenuous activity for the next two months. You'll be as healthy as a horse."

"TWO MONTHS ARE YOU SHITTING ME!!"

Leo just folds his arms. "You heard it, no activity for two months. " Leo is already walking off, and Splinter is standing in the background watching it all unfold. Deciding this is your last resort, you fire your puppy eyes at Splinter. "Pwease!" you push out your lips for maximum effect, and he just clears his throat.

"Donatello's statistics are usually very accurate." he turns quickly and your mouth just hangs open.

"Damn it!"

When you got out of the hospital, the boys were cautious, they babied you constantly at the beginning. For a while you liked it, especially having Donnie's attention. He was with you day and night, helping nurse you back to health.

At certain points you felt bad, because you knew he was just doing it because of a heavy conscience. It wasn't out of care, but guilt. Finally tired of being bed ridden, you were ready to get back out there. But they refused to let you.

You sent a glare at Donnie, storming off. This meant you were back to being stuck in the lair. When you got to Donnie's room you just wanted to punch something. With your strength you would most likely shatter it to pieces, so you refrained. You walked in, slowly trailing to the mirror. You just stared at your reflection for a while.

Reaching for the bottom of your shirt, you lifted it, watching the scar that was forming from the wound, just below your bust. "Stupid scar, I'm perfectly fine." you grumbled. When you heard the door close behind you, you jumped. Donnie was standing there, and you realized that he must have seen the wound. You shoved the shirt down hurriedly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude, I was just checking to make sure you're okay. "

You frowned. You were done accepting his pity too. Now it just irritated you.

"You don't have to worry about me Donnie. I'm fine." you snarl.

"I know that you're angry but we're just trying to-"

"I-I don't care!" you shouted. You huffed, already at your last strand of patience.

"Y-You don't have to keep checking in on me. You don't have to pretend to care about me anymore okay. I didn't take that bullet just for you too feel sorry for me so you can stop now. "

"What are you saying of course I care about you."

"IT'S NOT THE SAME!!" you hated that you were yelling at him. He hadn't really done anything wrong. You couldn't force him to feel the same.

"It's not the same.." you mutter this time, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"I love you Donatello. I-I've been in love with you for months.." you finally said it. No more flirting, or playful nudges. You flat out said it. You sobbed, unable to stop the tears now.

"W-When I saw that light on you I was so scared I thought I-I'd never get the chance to say that to you. I know you don't feel the same I just..I don't want your pity love. I want the real thing and I-" he crossed the floor, cupping your cheeks, and you breath stopped the moment his lips touched yours. Everything froze. Time, your body, your heart. It wasn't a deep kiss, just the brief touching of lips. As quickly as it happened, he pulled away, eyes searching yours.

"I do feel the same way, I-I just thought that it was impossible for you to actually feel that way. Not for someone like me."

"Someone like you..." What the hell did he mean by that.

"I'm a mutant (Y/N). I've gone over this inside and out. I've worked out every possible equation, and none of them seem to lead to this working out. I just thought it would be easier if I stopped it, before anything could happen. "

He was such a scientist.

"I don't care about equations Donnie, or what you are. All I care about is the guy I fell in love with. The sweet, intelligent, caring, sexy person that is Donatello. Nothing else matters to me."

He was blushing, you were sure of it. "Did I mention freaking adorable." you smiled when he avoided your eyes bashfully.

"All I really know is I want you Donnie, I've wanted you for so long." he gulped, and you raised, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was all want on your part. You could tell Donnie was struggling to keep up. Your hand pressed to his chest, and you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips. He jolted when he felt your hands sliding down. He pulled back just as you unlatched the panel at his waist. It dropped to the floor, and he stared at you, breathless.

"W-What are you doing!"

The look in your eyes wasn't one he was used to. It wasn't like the playful smirks you sent him when you were teasing. This was lust, yearning, longing..love.

"I want to feel you Donnie...every piece of you." you were reaching for him, hands going up and removing his goggles. He just stood there, watching as you slowly freed him of all his gadgets. All he managed to do was breathe. When they were all gone, you looked at him. You took his hand, placing it on your waist. You could feel the slight tremble in his hands. "It's okay Donnie, you can touch me.." he flexed his hand, checking to see if this was even real. The softness of your skin couldn't be an illusion. You slowly backed up, taking him with you to the bed. Climbing unto the mattress, Donnie followed, mesmerized by the look in your eyes.

"We don't have to go all the way...I just really want to feel you." He nodded, covering your body with his own, and this time he initiated the kiss. You hummed, loving every minute of it. He was careful not to apply to much of his weight. When you felt his hand going under your shirt, you swore you were on cloud nine. Shy nerdy Donnie's was finally taking the lead, and it was a million times better than you'd ever imagined. His hand was trailing up higher, and just before he could get to your bust, he stopped. You whined in disappointment. He pulled back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

"I-Is this really okay?" you could tell he was still tentative.

"T-This is all happening so fast...m-maybe we should stop. Y-You're still recovering after all."

"Donnie please don't..."you bucked your hips into his, gasping when you felt him begin to harden. Since he was pressed right into you, it was almost impossible not to feel it. He lost his composure for a brief second, clenching his fist into the sheets.

"Don't stop.." you breathed. He apparently didn't need much more convincing. You could see the way his eyes were dilated. He wasn't going to back out again, not anymore. Now that he knew how much you wanted this, wanted him, he could finally give in. There was no need to protect himself, because your looks, it was all the convincing he needed. It was enough.

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[webrokethe4thwall]

Venus in the City

A request from @rottmntrulesall for their Little Sister Venus AU. I highly recommend you check their blog out!

After begging and pleading with Splinter, the Turtles and April had finally convinced him to let them take Venus for a ride in the Turtle Tank. Venus fussed only a little as Donnie strapped her into a car seat that he had made especially for her before squealing in delight as the tank roared into life. Her older siblings smiled fondly at the happy noises she made.

“You like that, Venus?” Raph asked, carefully driving through traffic. “You like riding in the Turtle Tank?”

“Yeah!” April cheered in a high pitched voice, waving both of Venus’s arms in the air and pulling a giggle out of the Indian Tent turtle.

Venus’s eyes shone happily. The buildings were moving so fast, and her chair would bump and rattle in the most fun way! This was great!

“Wait, was that—” Donnie started as he squinted out the window.

Suddenly, the Turtle tank swerved as the Foot Lieutenant, Foot Brute, and Foot Recruit landed on the hood.

“Turtles!” Foot Lieutenant rasped. “Prepare for defeat!”

“Oh, come on!” Leo groaned. “Can’t we go for one drive without some bozos ruining everything? How’re we gonna deal with these guys with Venus here?!”

“Like this!” Donnie flipped a switch, and Venus was pulled into the back of the tank and encased by a clear dome. “That bubble is made of a highly damage-resistant material that will keep Venus safe while we deal with these jerks.”

“Don’t worry, Venus,” Mikey comforted the confused baby as their siblings rushed out of the tank. “We’ll be back soon. Just sit tight!”

And like that, Venus was alone in a bubble in the Turtle Tank as the teenagers battled the Foot Clan just out of her sight. The baby chewed on her teal ribbon tail for a little while before growing bored. Venus didn’t want to be in her chair anymore. She wanted out!

A moment later, Venus felt herself slipping free of her car seat, out of the bubble, and through the Turtle Tank’s floor. Her brothers and sister were still in heavy combat though, and the baby didn’t like how loud they were being. Closing her eyes and crawling forward, Venus slipped through dimensions to get to someplace quieter until her siblings were done fighting.

“That didn’t take very long at all,” April said as she and the Turtles climbed back into the Turtle Tank.

“I guess they didn’t restock their paper from the last time we fought them,” Raph gloated, hefting himself back into the driver’s chair.

“Let me put Venus back in her spot, then we can get rolling again,” Donnie said. Flipping another switch, the protective bubble pulled away, and the car seat returned to its original position. “Ready to go, Ve-ven-oooh, boy.”

When they all saw the empty car seat, their stress levels skyrocketed, but it could’ve just been Venus messing with them. April swiped her hand through the air just to be sure. They all shared a look and started freaking out.

“Where did Venus go?!” Mikey screamed. “She’s just a baby! What’s going to happen to our sister?!”

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“Where’d yous come from?” Venus blinked her eyes open to find Repo-Mantis staring down at her. She had traveled all the way to the junkyard. “You lost or somethin’, kid? I’m not a fan of turtles runnin’ around my junkyard.”

“Baah! Puh!” Venus babbled, crawling between Repo’s legs and disappearing further into the junkyard.

“Where d’ya think your off’ta?” Repo asked, ducking to follow the baby turtle’s travel. But she was gone. She had literally disappeared. “Wha?”

Not wanting a baby mutant wandering around his place of business, Repo went to look for her. He soon found her in his electromagnet. She managed to swing the heavy machine to hang over the school bus plugging Mrs. Nubbins’ den.

“Wait, no, no, no, no!” Repo shouted, rushing towards Venus. “Not that scrapheap, kid! Stop!” Too late. The bus pulled free, and the cat-mantis was unleashed. Repo immediately about-faced and ran away from his beloved pet.

Growing bored of the purple bugman and the machinery, Venus slipped out of the electromagnet and crawled out of the junkyard. She quickly caught wind of something that smelled delicious! A yellow van topped with a T-bone steak was parked across the street. What was over there that smelled so good?

“My, my, what have we here?” Venus was lifted up by metal hands that brought her face-to-face with a smug Meat Sweats. “You’re just the ingredient I needed for my latest recipe! How fortuitous for me.”

He plopped the baby turtle into the broth heating up on the stovetop, scrapped in some chopped up veggies, and sorted out the seasonings that would “unleash the flavor” within Venus. The Indian tent turtle gurgled delightedly in what she thought was tasty-smelling bathwater. She munched on a carrot piece, splashing in the broth, when pepper suddenly dusted her snout.

“That should do it,” Meat Sweats said. As he cleared away his spices, he noticed Venus scrunching up her face. “What’s that look for? My seasoning is perfectly balanced.”

He drew closer to the pot just as Venus unleashed a powerful sneeze. The sneeze was followed by spikes shooting out of her shell, flying all over the food truck’s kitchen. Meat Sweats squealed in horror. He knocked the pan off the stovetop and out of his truck, baby turtle and all, as the spikes pinned him by his apron to the cabinets.

“Oh, rubbish,” Meat Sweats grumbled.

Venus continued to chew on the veggies remained in the pot with her after the tumble when the she was lifted up once again. This time it was orange crab pinchers that carried her into an alleyway. So many new people in one night!

“Hey, Carl, check it out! It’s one of those turtle mutants that we hate, but littler!” The crabman without pinched Venus’s cheeks. She whined in displeasure and swatted his pincher away. “This one would be way easier to eat, and she’s already in some soup!”

The crabman with hair poked Venus’s cheek and felt his heart melt like butter when she sucked on his claw. “Pass, Ben. That’d be messed up. Maybe if she was bigger.”

“Bah?” Venus questioned, releasing the claw from her jaws. Bigger? What did that “bigger” mean? Steadily, the pot she was sitting in started getting tighter. Venus’s line of sight climbed, higher than when she sat on Raph’s head! The crabmen seemed to begin to panic. The baby turtle giggled and clapped her hands as the crabmen did a silly dance in front of her.

“This is not what I meant!” Carl shouted, swinging his arms wildly as the baby turtle quickly grew to double his and his brother’s size. Ben and Carl ran in wild circles for a moment before crashing into each other hard. The shock from the impact and panic from the giant infant knocked the duo unconscious.

Venus stared at the still crabmen before shrinking down to her normal size. They weren’t doing much more than breathe at this point, and the Indian tent turtle wanted something more entertaining than that. She crawled away and soon heard the laughter of children at a playground. All those colors and kids looked fun! Venus was all set to join them when something flopped onto her head and over her eyes.

“Turtle! Prepare to taste defeat at the hands of your greatest foe, Warren Stone!” The long pink thing in a purple jacket rolled into a dramatic offensive pose before the Indian tent turtle. “I won’t hold back just because you’re a ba-argh!”

Venus gripped the worm mutant by his throat and pulled his stretchy body as far as she could. This was a great toy! She whipped Warren around like a lasso and laughed brightly at the way he yelled. He made really funny noises, too! A white dove then flew into Venus’s line of sight and made her think of the cartoons she and Mikey would watch where birds would flock around the worm and beat them up. Attention drawn away, the baby mutant dropped the mutant in her hands and followed the dove.

“Where are you going?!” Warren shouted after her. “I’m not done with you yet!” He was then surrounded by a flock of large pigeons that had materialized out of thin air. “Or maybe I am.” The flock proceeded to attack the worm mutant. “Aaagh!”

Venus followed the dove for a few blocks, watching it land on the broad purple shoulder of Hypno-Potamus.

“There you are! Back in the hat you go,” Hypno said. He placed the dove back in his magic hat, poofing the accessory away, and caught sight of the baby turtle. She clapped at the sight of the hat disappearing, eyes wide with wonder. “You like that trick, little lady? Wait a tic, where is your family?” He glanced up and down the empty street then shrugged. “How about a little magic show until they come along?”

At the baby’s impartial gurgling, Hypno started performing tricks for Venus. She was delighted by the multicolor hanky rope the magic hippo pulled out of nowhere. Hypno clapped his hands together, and the hanky rope had transformed into a rainbow of cards floating between his palms as he drew them apart. Hypno flinched back at how high-pitched Venus’s surprised shriek was.

Where’d the rope go?! How’d the cards fly in the air like that? Was he magic like Leo and his portals? Was she magic? She looked at her own hands, clapped them together, and opened them herself. Cards floated between her palms, just like Hypno! She was magic!

“How’d you do that?” Hypno asked, just as surprised as Venus. He smirked and snapped his cards away. “Let’s see you copy this then!” He conjured up his top hat once more, and doves rocketed out from its depths.

Venus unleashed amazed laughter. Her cards disappeared as she waved her hands towards the birds flying up into the air. However, her happiness turned to fear once the flock of doves changed directions and flew straight at the baby turtle. Scared and confused, Venus screamed at the doves and the unfortunate magic hippo behind them as well.

“Argh!” Hypno cried out. He pressed his hands onto his ears, but the baby turtle’s scream was too strong. He squeezed his eyes shut against the birds that swarmed past him, missing Venus scramble away. All he was left with was ringing ears and a sense of confusion.

Venus blinked around tearfully at the fancy hotel she somehow entered. She crawled around the front desk and sat down. She liked birds, but those had gotten way too close way too fast.

“Hey, who’s kid is this?” A bellhop asked as he rounded the desk. “She doesn’t have a cloaking broach.”

“Take her to the yokai floors,” another bellhop said. He sniffed the air around her. “And see that she gets cleaned up. She must’ve gotten into the kitchen and lost her broach somewhere along the way if her scent is anything to go by.”

“All right, little one, let’s go.”

Venus let the bellhop carry her into the elevator and was happy to get a bath for once. The broth from earlier was starting to make her scales itch. She also liked the gentle attention the funny creatures in the red suits gave her. They were almost as good as her big brothers and big sister!

“Oh, she’s so pretty in that shade of teal!” The octopus yokai who had given her a bath said, carefully bouncing her in front of the other bellhops.

“Is she one of our guests?” A fox yokai bellhop asked, letting Venus fiddle with his hand. “I don’t recall any turtle yokai staying with us. And that mask kinda reminds me of those other turtles who keep breaking in.”

“What seems to be the piddly-problem here?” A sickeningly sweet asked from behind employees.

“Big Mama!” The octopus yokai spun to face the powerful spider yokai. “We seem to have a lost guest in our midst!”

Big Mama bent down to get a better look at Venus. She was stare was intense and unwavering. The yokai holding the baby and the bellhop were starting to sweat from how long Big Mama was locking eyes with the Indian tent turtle. Then, the disguised spider yokai squealed in delight, sweeping Venus into her arms and cuddling the baby close.

“Oh, what a splendiferously precious, teedly tiny turtlely-boo!” Big Mama cooed, rubbing her cheek against Venus’s. Venus laughed as Big Mama’s hair tickled her neck. “Such sprinkly-sparkly eyes! A fantampulous giggle as lovely as her ribbon!” She pulled back and considered the child in her arms once more. “Come! Big Mama will take care of you.”

Venus burbled contentedly in the purple lady’s arms. She reminded the baby of her daddy with how she talked.

“But Big Mama, what about her family?” the bellhop asked. “Won’t they be worried about her?”

Big Mama gave the bellhop a scathing look. “If her family truly loved her, she wouldn’t be lost and causing such a fizzywinkle among my on-the-clock employees! I shall deal with this doodlie-bug’s family if they ever show up.”

Venus chewed at the end of Big Mama’s cravat, watching the other yokai shrink away from the pretty purple lady. She must’ve been tough like April and Donnie for everyone to be so scared of her. Venus loved how much attention this “Big Mama” was giving her, but she was starting to want her brothers, sister, and father the longer the lady held her. Maybe everyone was done being loud by now? She should go back to her car seat. Venus started fussing and struggling to get to the floor.

“Oh, what’s wrong, cutie-doodle?” Big Mama asked. “Don’t fuss.”

When Big Mama lifted her higher and started walking away from the other yokai, Venus began to struggle in earnest. She didn’t want to be in this fancy building anymore! She wanted her family! Put her down! She slipped, quite literally, through Big Mama’s fingers and crawled as fast as she could towards the elevator.

“What?!” Big Mama shrieked. “Catch her!”

Suddenly, bellhops galore blocked Venus’s path. The baby didn’t stop for a second before she was crawling up the walls and onto the ceiling. All of the bellhops stared up in shock at her. However, the owl bellhop shook off his surprise, leapt up, and pulled the baby mutant into his arms. The unfortunate bellhop soon found his hands full of many Venus’s piling one on top of the other until he toppled over. Each bellhop and even Big Mama caught a duplicate before she hit the ground.

“Well,” Big Mama said, obviously ruffled. “That was unexpected. Are you quite done, turtle-boo?”

That’s when the acid vomit started shooting out of every Venus’s mouth.

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“Why doesn’t she have a tracker on her?” Leo yelled at Donnie. “You put a tracker on everything.”

“I wanted to!” Donnie yelled back. “But you all thought it was too extreme to put a tracker on a five-month-old!”

“Since when did you listen to us about where to put your trackers?!” Raph yelled.

This fighting was getting them nowhere. The Turtle Tank tore through the streets as the worried siblings searched for their missing little sister. They had chased of the Foot after five minutes max of combat. They had locked the tank door. Where could Venus have gone? Who could’ve been able to take her?! If it hadn’t been for sporadic dust clouds shooting up from Repo-Mantis’s Junkyard, they wouldn’t have had a clue where to start.

“Return our sister, you fiend!” Mikey demanded.

His family jumped out of the tank, armed and ready, only to see Repo dodging and running away from Mrs. Nubbins. Well… they weren’t expecting that. Repo was pretty good at keeping his beloved murder cat contained.

“Do we help him?” Leo asked slowly.

“No,” Donnie said. “This is a waste of time!”

“He might know something about Venus, though,” April countered.

“Alright, Mad Dogs,” Raph said. “Get that cat-mantis!”

One determined sibling fight later, Repo found himself on the business end of Leo’s odachi.

“Hey, bug-man,” Leo greeted. “You see a baby turtle mutant pass by?”

“That little thing was with yous guys?!” Repo yelled.

“And don’t even think about lyin—what?” Donnie asked. “You’ve seen our baby sister?!”

“Yeah,” Repo said, head lulled back. He may as well tell the kids what they wanted; they had saved his life after all. “She must’ve crawled off after letting Mrs. Nubbins out a minute ago. Came outta nowhere, that kid. Left outta nowhere, too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” April demanded.

Muffled shouting from across the street drew the teenagers’ attention away from Repo, who took this opportunity to slip away. With their initial target gone, they went to investigate where the shouts had come from. April was the first to see the familiar food truck parked across the street. Something pointy stuck out at several spots on the outside of the truck.

“Meat Sweats!” she yelled, throwing the ajar backdoor open wide.

“Not you lot!” Meat Sweats groaned from where he hung on the wall. “One turtle disaster was enough!”

“Give us our sister!” Raph said, pulling the pig mutant free and dangling him in the air.

“That little terror is your sister?!” Meat Sweats roared. “Does the big one here shoot spikes, too?!”

“What? No,” Raph denied, lifting Meat Sweats higher. “Where’s our sister?”

“I threw her out, pot and all, when the spikes came flying at me,” Meat Sweats explained.

“We’re coming, Venus!” Leo yelled, tearing out of the food truck with his other siblings as Raph continued to hold Meat Sweats.

“Stop. Trying. To eat. My. Family!” Raph snarled in the pig mutants face before going to join the others.

Leo and Donnie were on the rooftops, looking in every direction for a hint of teal of their bubbly baby sister; Mikey and April scourged the alleys and streets for signs of Venus; and Raph patrolled in the Turtle Tank. A few moments later, the three groups converged where scraps of metal and two mutant crabmen lay uselessly in an alleyway.

Donnie prodded the mutants with his tech bo, saying, “What happened to you guys? Wait. Let me guess—you found a little turtle and she beat you up?”

The crabman with hair opened one eyestalk, saw the frustrated and near-feral teenagers looming over him and his brother, and shook his head.

“No, she got big, and my bro and I freaked out so much we knocked each other out. I thought she was gonna eat us.”

“Okay.” Donnie crouched down to look the crabman in the eyes. “First of all, she’s just a baby. Worst thing she can do to you right now is bite your exoskeletons. Second, where is she?” The crabman without hair raised a claw and wordlessly pointed towards the park across the street. “Thank you, gentlemen. You will not be eviscerated today.”

The Sando brothers cowered away from the determined children and slunk into the sewers as they crossed the street. The park was empty at the moment, so April wasn’t worried about anyone seeing the giant mutant turtles wadding through the bushes.

“Venus!” April and the others called in intervals, tearing the park upside down for their baby. “C’mon sis, where are you?”

“You guys looking for a baby turtle?” Warren Stone asked. He was chilling on a park bench, sipping a smoothie.

“Warren Stone!” April squealed. She ran up to her news anchor idol. “Do you know where our sister is? She’s got a teal mask and a pretty defined shell.”

“Yeah, she crawled that a-ways about ten minutes ago,” Warren said waving in the general direction. “Chasing a bird or something. No respect for the laws of mortal foe combat.”

“Thanks Warren! Stone-head for life!” April ran off to get her brothers. “I got a lead! Venus isn’t here anymore, but I know where she went!”

“Lead on, April!” Leo said.

April led them in the direction Warren Stone had waved in, and they soon came across Hypno. He was shouting and swinging a top hat at a flock of doves swarming over his head.

“Hypno!” Mikey shouted, wrapping the chain of his kusari-fundo around the hippo mutant. “Where’s our sister?”

“What?” Hypno shouted. “I don’t know anything about a ‘blister.’”

“I said sis-ter,” Mikey yelled. “Baby turtle mutant. Teal mask. Where?”

“Never met one,” Hypno shouted. “Why would a lady turban merchant need a flask? Speak up! I can’t really hear at the moment.”

The teenagers groaned. This was getting them nowhere!

“Did you lot happen to lose a baby turtle?” Hypno asked. “One passed by a minute ago. I gave her a magic show, but the doves scared her off.”

“Where’d our baby sister go?” Mikey yelled as clearly as he could. Hope shined in the box turtle’s eyes.

Hypno seemed to wilt from the question. “I don’t know. She let out a killer scream that took out my doves and my hearing. I didn’t see where she went.”

“That would explain the screaming-match,” Leo grumbled. “Mikey, let him go. Venus isn’t here.” But she has been causing some top-tier mischief.

Raph brought the Turtle Tank around for everyone to pile in and regroup. Now what? Hypno was their last lead to finding Venus, and he didn’t know where she crawled off to. How did her screaming make the hippo mutant go that hard of hearing anyway? Sure, the baby had a loud voice but not loud enough to make someone go near-deaf. Right?

“Now what, team?” Raph asked. “Where do we look next?”

“Well,” Donnie started. Then explosions erupted from the Nexus Hotel in the distance.

“FOLLOW THE CHAOS!!!” April shouted.

Moments later, the Turtle fam burst into Big Mama’s hotel, weapons drawn and ready to take on the spider yokai. The sight that greeted them was not what they expected from the usually put-together criminal boss. Small fires lit up parts of the lobby and stairs, yokai and humans alike were either flopped over broken furniture unconscious or shaking in absolute terror. A yokai ran from one end of the room to the other screaming his head off.

“What happened here?” Leo asked, lowering his sword.

“I don’t know,” Donnie said, looking at his wrist scanner and typing on it. “I’ll hack into the security feeds; you guys keep an eye open for—”

Big Mama chose that moment to leave the elevator in giant yokai spider form. The first thing the Turtle fam did was pull into a tighter circle, defending Donnie as he reviewed the hacked feeds. They noted how she looked, well, battered, bruised, and burned. Big Mama looked at the teenagers with six tired eyes, down at her thick arms, then back at the teenagers. She slowly walked towards them.

“Does this belong to you?” she asked, voice wavering from exhaustion.

Extending her arms, Venus dangled from her hands.

“Venus!” They all cried.

Raph carefully took Venus into his arms and backed his entire family as far away from Big Mama as he could. His siblings launched themselves onto his arms, kissing and cooing at the baby turtle warbling happily back at them. Before they could interrogate the spider yokai about how she got her claws on their precious baby sister, Big Mama passed out less than gracefully in her lobby.

Raph quickly carried his family back to the Turtle Tank where they continued to fawn over their baby sister, relieved to have her back and taking turns holding her close. Donnie held Venus very carefully. She had somehow gotten out of one of his inventions specially designed to protect her, and he took it personally. How had it happened?

“Let’s see how you got into Big Mama’s hands, shall we?” Donnie said, passing Venus off to April and hooking up his gauntlet to the tank’s display screen.

As the security feed played out, the Turtle fam watched with increasing shock as their baby sister all but destroyed the Nexus Hotel. From the very moment that she went intangible in Big Mama’s arms, to crawling up onto the ceiling, duplicating, and puking up acid, the teens couldn’t look away. Then things really got weird.

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Venus screamed in the arms of every bellhop that held her, causing them to drop the duplicates to cover their ears. Big Mama wasn’t so lucky. She held the original baby turtle. Big Mama had to transform into her yokai form in order to cover her ears and not drop the baby.

“Hush, cutie-doodle!” Big Mama tried to soothe the child.

No! Venus didn’t want the spider lady anymore. Maybe if they couldn’t see her, they’d leave her alone. Leo played peekaboo with her all the time. Maybe the same rules applied? Venus covered her eyes and held as still as possible. She heard a gasp of surprise and suddenly felt her bottom hit the ground.

“Where’d she go?” a bellhop asked.

“I don’t know,” Big Mama replied. “She was right here! Find her!”

Venus crawled away as the bellhops and Big Mama waved the air around the ground searching for her. She made it to the elevator right as it was closing before becoming visible again.

“There she is! How’d she get in the elevator?!” a yokai yelled out.

The crowd tried to get to the baby turtle, but the doors had already closed. Venus blinked. She looked around the box-like room she was in. How did these things work again? She spotted the shiny panel of buttons and made grabby hands at them. They were too high up! The Indian tent turtle’s line of sight was soon above the panel of buttons. She could totally reach them now! Venus slapped the panel happily. The room felt like it was moving.

When the doors opened again, there were bellhops waiting. They, unfortunately, were not expecting the little baby to have grown to be bigger than their employer. Venus mowed them down as she crawled into the hallway. She found a stairwell and wandered her way down a few flights before shrinking down again.

The door was too heavy for her small body to open. However, she didn’t hesitate to crawl right through the wall to the other side, which just so happened to be a fish tank. Venus loved swimming! She followed the exotic fish in the tank for a minute or two, completely missing the looks of horror guests and employees alike gave her for how long she was in there. What? It wasn’t like she was gonna run out of air. She did this all the time at home.

“There you are!” Big Mama cheered, scooping the baby turtle out of the water tank. “Oh, now you’re all sobbled! Come, dear, let Big Mama dry you off.”

Oh, not this lady again! Venus huffed and puffed, struggling to get out of the gentle but firm grip. Then, she felt something shoot out of her shell. Screaming rang out around her, and Big Mama gasped. Venus looked around and saw several spikes impaling pillars and pining people to the walls. The baby clapped, clearly enjoying the silly poses the yokai had struck to avoid the spikes.

“That’s quite enough of that,” Big Mama admonished. Neither yokai nor baby noticed the pillar behind them starting to fall over. “I’ve had enough fizzywinkles in my hotel today, thank you.”

The pillar groaned and slammed on top of the two females. The bellhops rushed to lift the pillar from Big Mama, who was banged and bruised from its weight, but Venus was perfectly fine. Her scales had formed into a silver armor, leaving a baby turtle shaped hole in the raised column.

Then, a fire started from one of the spikes slicing through an electrical outlet. Everyone started screaming and running. Venus started crawling away again. And—

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Donnie shut of the video feed. He, Raph, Leo, Mikey, and April stared at Venus in shock. Raph quickly drove them home. After the teens all gathered in the living room, they collapsed into a heap of exhaustion, stress, and disbelief. Splinter walked in to see Venus sucking her thumb on top of Donnie’s chest as the soft-shell gently patted her head.

“Ah, there’s my precious little girl!” Splinter smiled. “Come to Daddy, Venus.” He lifted Venus to his hip and rubbed his nose to her beak. “So, how was her first ride in the Turtle Tank?”

Splinter raised an eyebrow in confusion at the way the teens groaned and sunk even further into their sibling pile.

Mikey shot up from the pile and shouted, “VENUS HAS POWERS,” then sunk back to his place between his brothers and April.

What a chaotically long day.

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There was a harsh, red flash of light in the horizon, like a crimson strike of lightning in a dark storm as gloomy clouds began to gather overhead. Donny didn't know if he should trust his eyes anymore. He was hungry, tired, and beaten. There was a bullet hole in his chest.  But he wasn't done fighting. He'd been captured by a patrol of nazis, and was being held by them in the forest.

His eyes lingered on the sky, which looked totally normal now. But, it hadn't been the first time he saw that flash of red. It always seemed to be out of his reach, but beyond the end of the horizon. Sometimes, he reasoned it was nazis lighting fires to stay warm, but...it wasn't logical. Still, that was all he could come up with. No one else seemed to see the red light. He gave up asking if anybody else saw that. He looked around, one of his eyes was swelling up, and blood was dripping down his forehead. That was the least of his concerns. He’d be executed if he didn’t die from that bullet wound.  Still, he had hope in the basterds, and that he could pull through. At least, he still recognized where he was. They were in a part of the woods near the edge, close to a village. It wouldn't be long before the basterds came, Donny was sure of that. He didn't understand a word, but he knew they were jeering at someone (other than him, this time). He managed to look up, and saw the nazis were harrassing a passerby, probably from the town. The passerby was just trying to, well, pass by. Tall, almost bone-thing, and covered in a red, smooth cloak, pleading to be let go of in what sounded like French with an accent Donny, and frankly, anyone else there, couldn't pin point. The harrassing turned into interrogating, as one of the nazis grabbed the figure's arm. Turning, the cloak dropped down, exposing a face. Rotting strips of flesh clinging onto a grinning skull, as red eyes seemed to mock the nazis right back. The nazi that had grabbed the figure fell to his knees, shaking and screaming, as another nazi, their leader, managed to bark orders through his terror, "Töte es!" 'Kill it!' His voice was cracking, trembling seeing that the bullets did not stop the grinning, mocking bones. Donny shut his eyes, knowing it had to be a fever dream. That's all it could be. He heard a cackle. He opened his eyes, and saw that the camp fire was raging out of control, despite heavy rain drops beginning to pour. He felt the heat in his face, and he shut his eyes, collapsing from the pain and blood, listening to the shrieks of horror. The nazis' screams a lullaby to him. ***** When Donny opened his eyes, he was in the same place, but he was alone. He looked down at his chest, where he had been shot. His clothes were bloody, but there was no wound. Just a scar. The ropes around his wrists were cut, and lay just beside him, next to his bat, which had been confiscated days ago. He picked it up, his hand running slowly over the engraved names. Then he remembered. He remembered the skull... He didn't believe it, though. It had to have been delirium, from the wound! But... he couldn't figure out what happened to the nazis....or the wound itself. Still, he knew he had to get back to the basterds. He held his bat over his shoulder, and started to walk away. He took a single step, and felt a sickening, harsh crackle under his boot. Looking down, he saw fragments of a skull, accompanied by a nazi's dog tag. His eyes widened, and he turned around, realizing the campfire was still smouldering, and was surrounded by the remains of the nazis and their tags. Anyone other than a basterd would had run away in fear, but he was mostly perplexed. Maybe he was still dreaming? He just walked away, deciding not to think about it. Still, there was a sly smirk on his face... If it was a dream, it may have been his favorite one. Still, the further he walked into the woods, he couldn't help but realize just how strange things were. He knew this part of the forest like the back of his hand, and somehow, he couldn't recognize a thing. "Where the fuck am I?" "Where, indeed." He turned, and saw you. Perhaps the most beautiful person he'd seen in his life. You seemed innocent enough, though...the accent...Not quite French, or German, not even Swiss, or Italian. Not anything he'd heard so far in the war, and he'd heard a million and one accents at that point. He got closer to you, his head tilted to the side, and suddenly, his breath caught.

You were wearing a soft red cloak. Cunning eyes, seeming to dare him to follow, and a grin playing on your lips. His voice was nearly a whisper, which for Donny Donowitz, was rare. "Who are you?" You simply giggled. The notes of your laugh had the smoothness of the moonlight, and the power of a war cry. It struck him, far more than your accent had, though he needed to know, "Where are you from?" You laughed again, and it unsettled him, "What's your name? Wh...who are you with?" "That's hard to answer, boy." You grinned, as you stepped closer to him. He saw that your skin was as smooth as the cloak, appearing timeless. You seemed to be young, but the way you spoke threw him off. It wasn't just the accent, it was sheer power in your few words. And...why did you call him boy? He was sure he was older than you, you couldn't be any older than Utivich... He raised an eyebrow, "Alright, here's an easy question, how old are you?" You shrugged, as a playful smirk tugged at your lips, "If I knew, I'd tell you, boy." He threw his hands up in frustration, "Oh what? Asking people's ages is rude, that it?" You leaned against a tree, "I'd tell you my age if I knew it, boy. But time itself had no name when I first woke." He narrowed his eyes, "Ok. You're on something, aren't you?" Your lack of answers only made him ask even more.  "Where are you from?" Even that had no definitive answer. "From the soil where the first violent drop of mankind's blood fell. Under the sky that heard the first war cry." "So you wanna play games, huh?" He started walking away, but took no more than three steps before sighing and coming to a stop, "If you're gonna follow me, then at least tell me your name, kid." You laughed again, and he soon started to wonder if you had been behind what happened to the nazis. "What are you?" This time, you didn't laugh. "Your language has no name for what I am." He stared at you, seemingly confused, but not the least bit scared. "I was here when the huns first marched through those trees." "So what, 1940? You been hiding out here for three years? That it?" You shook your head, "I mean the huns. And the visigoths." Donny blinked. "Just what I needed. A crazy kid followin' me around. Fuck's sake." You giggled, and caught up to him, "You humans never change..." "What?" You smirked, and brushed his cheek. His breath caught again, as he looked into your eyes, seeing the depth of a millenia as your voice mellowed his heart, "I was here when Rome rose. I watched from that hill as it fell. I was here when the world beyond the mediterranean was nothing but a myth." "A myth?" "I hear there are seven lands now," You grinned, and he nodded slowly, "C-continents? Sure.... You...feel ok?" You grinned, taking a step forward, looking up at the trees and sky that you called home, "I was here before Napoleon marveled at this land from Corsica. When the vikings first ventured on their ships, when those darling Mark Antony and Cleopatra turned this world upside down. I was by Alexander the Great when he took the horizon. I was there when Sparta fell to ashes. I was there was when Hammurabi's code was first written. I was thousands of years old by then...anything I saw before then, your books have no memory of." "You're saying that you're....a...You're not...." You nodded, "Not human." Again, anyone else would have been terrified, but Donny was more intrigued than anything else....somehow it didn't seem right to pry. "Do you know what year it is?" "1943." Donny was more at ease, grinning himself as he remarked, "So you're not completely insane." "Well, you said 1940 was three years ago. Unless you mortals have gone and changed your dreadful number system," You sneered, and shook your head, remembering the exact moment you knew generations of students would be doomed with those infernal figures, "The year must be 1943." You smiled kindly, as you sat by the roots of an ancient tree you'd known as a sapling, "I'm old, not senile, boy." Donny was overcome with a wave of ease, and felt a need to sit. It would be rude to leave you there, after all. He sat by a tree, across from you. He looked around, still not recognizing where he was. The sun was setting, judging by the dark red tint sifting through the leaves. He leaned his head against the tree, and you sat in silence for some time. As the first distant stars began to emerge, he asked, "That was you, wasn't it?" "What was me?" "The thing that scared the nazis, and burned them." The only response he received was the sound of your laugh, and somehow, that put him at ease as his eyes began to droop with dreams. 

******* When he woke, the sun was beginning to break through the leaves again, and he realized you'd covered him with your cloak. Looking at you, ethereal, like a fleeting daydream. Looking at you was like looking at an ancient statue, or an old painting of a nameless myth. He wrapped your cloak back around you, and began to walk down the forest, hoping to find his way. He'd been walking for an hour or two, and stopped to rest under a tree. Then, he heard your voice, which startled him a little. "You're lost." "... No I'm not." "Which way's north, then?" You grinned, as you emerged from the dense brush up ahead. "...." You sighed, "That way, boy." He got a little defensive. You know, back in Boston, he wasn't the type of guy that like to ask for directions. He crossed his arms, and began to mutter, "My name isn't ‘boy,’." "Well, you never told me your name," You shrugged with a sly smirk, knowing exactly how he'd retort. "You never told me yours." You nodded, "So it would seem." His frown turned into a chuckle, and cheeky grin as he started to walk along with you. You glanced at him through the side of your eye, and grinned. He was chaotic.  A man of vengeance. You knew spirits like his, long before. They were rare, and the ones enemies feared the most. You smiled, when you caught a glimpse of him. You'd long admired him from afar... When you stopped for him to drink water from a creek, you asked, "You're the one these 'huns' are scared of, aren't you?" He chuckled, "That would be me, doll." He froze for a moment, questioning why he'd called you that. He hoped you wouldn't catch on to it, and from the looks of it, you hadn't. But you knew far more than he could ever imagine, and hid a blush and grin expertly. "They say you're a golem." You smirked, "But I don't think you're made of clay..." Donny felt your cool hands running over his shoulders, and he smirked, turning around, taking you in his arms, "So you've been watching me?" You winked, "Always."

He laughed as he let you sift through his hands like sand, "So, what are you made of?" You smirked, knowing he could take it. So you showed him. Your hair was made of fire. Your eyes became the piercing color of midnight. Your grin was the incarnation of chaos. Your clothes were forged into armor, a kind that hadn't been forged in thousand years. "Y...you're a  d-demon...." You shook your head, as the fire died down to an ash, the smoke falling back into place as your (h/c) hair. The darkness in your eyes diluting into the laughing (e/c) pools that eased him. Your armor covered again by clothes of the era and your cloak. Your grin stayed your own. "I'm a trickster, with an allegiance to Themis, Tyr, Justitia...whatever you've named her this time." "Justice?" You nodded, "I'm a spirit of combat, and justice. The Greeks had a name for my sisters and I." He had composed himself by then, eased by your voice, and your promise of justice. "What did they call you?" "The Greeks called us the Hysminai..." You sighed, looking down into the creek, wondering what had become of them. You knew what humans were capable of, so you didn't linger on the thought. "But we're a long way from those empires now, aren't we, boy?"

You spotted your reflection in the water, looking into the forgotten legend, into the very face of combat. You sat by the edge, and in a moment, he followed. "I haven't seen them since..." Donny spoke softly, "Must be lonely..." You didn't want to dwell. "Living a life other than a mortal one? It gets lonely and boring...Especially when mortals are at peace." He chuckled, and looked into the water with you. "You have brothers, don't you, boy?" "Donny." You glanced at him, then smiled softly, just as the water rippled so he wouldn't see. "You have brothers, Donny. Others fighting with you." He nodded, "I don't know where they are." "I'll take you to them." "Thank you...." You looked at him, and told him your name "Y/n..." It had been nearly a thousand years since a human knew your name. You hadn't heard it uttered since then, on a battlefield covered in blood, your hand entangled around the hand of a warrior whose name was forgotten by history, but not by you, as you brought him before victory and vengeance, as he watched a red haze of light, with a grin on his face. You looked at Donny, before he could say anything, and said "You're tired, and unclean." "Hey!" You smiled, "Here, to the riverbank." He raised his eyebrow, definitely lost. There were no rivers near where the basterds were hiding out. You laughed as you walked him to the edge, "It's no wonder your enemies found you. All they had to do was follow your scent." Donny groaned, and splashed some water at you. You giggled, as your hand turned to fire, and turned the water to steam mid air. You turned your back, and waited among the trees. As Donny stepped into the river, his hand rested on his chest, over the scar. He glanced back at you, and didn't even have to ask. It had been you who saved him, he had no doubt.  When he was done washing up, he joined you by the trees, "How did you find me?" "I was never too far from you, soldier," you grinned cunningly, "I'm a spirit of combat and justice. That's what you've wanted all along, isn't it?" He grinned, his hands finding their way to your hips, "Damn right, Y/n..." It had been near a thousand years since you found a soul like his, made from the ashes of revenge, forged in a flame of honor. It had just been so long.... You kissed him. He kissed you... In a moment, his bat and your cloak were left on the ground, shortly followed by the rest of your clothes and armor. *********** Your head was resting on his bare chest, his hand laced into your hair, as his arm snaked around your shoulders. His heartbeat was like the beat of a war drum, music to your ears. You knew a mortal's life was fleeting. Especially that of a good warrior like him. Your cool hand rested over his chest, "Promise to always fight for what's in your heart." You felt him pull you in tighter to his side, as he murmured, "Always." When he woke the next morning, he followed you deeper into the forest, your hand entwined in his, "You must go back to your brothers." "I don't know where the fuck we are. I don't know where they are." You pointed deep into the forest. In the distance was a low, red haze, a dim light calling to Donny. "Follow the light, my soldier boy." He took a reluctant step forward, then looked back at you, "Will I see you again?" You laughed that laugh that echoed like a thundering war cry, and eased him like a lullaby, "You're at war, boy. Don't you remember?" His hand stroked your cheek, "I'll always remember." You smiled, and with a kiss, you sent him away. When he turned to take one last glance at you, you were gone. He followed the dim red light. Once again, it always seemed to be just out of his reach. He was beginning to stagger, tired of wandering for days without a soul to speak to, wondering how you could go on like that for an eternity. Just then, the lights vanished, and somehow, his heart shattered, thinking he was lost forever. "Y/n?" "Donny! Where the hell have you been?! God damn it!"  That accent was unmistakably southern, and unmistakably that of his lieutenant. Donny laughed in relief, "Aldo?!" Aldo emerged from the brush, followed by the rest of the basterds, with a myriad of questions.

"Where have you been?" "Krauts we been getting said they got you!" "What the hell happened out there?!" He simply grinned, knowing if he told them a word, he'd be discharged and locked in an asylum. They'd heard rumors of a nazi patrol being burned alive. "How'd you make it out of all this?!" Donny chuckled, waving his bat over his shoulder, "How do you think?" The basterds laughed, and as they carried on, Aldo said, "Got word there's a kraut patrol fuckin' 'round bout ten miles north from here. You up to it?" Donny looked north, into the horizon, spotting a low red light beginning to glow. He smirked, and spoke softly with a nod, "Always."

#Donny Donowitz #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz imagine #Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine

[elichorph]

ok hi i’m back with a second character ...

the member of the yale's elite, they're twenty three and a grad student majoring in film & media studies. they are as amicable as they are histrionic.

stats:

full name: gordon minjun teller nicknames: goose. gordon is for business only age: twenty three  birthday: june 13, 1997 chart: gemini sun / cancer moon / leo rising gender: cis male pronouns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 6′1 hair color: blue (now blonde) tattoos: none piercings: nose stud (right side), earlobes (always have silver hoops in them)

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blackmail:

while the public believes that goose’s family retired and moved to another country, this was actually released as a coverup because they went missing. goose withheld information from the court about their last whereabouts which could have prevented it from becoming a cold case.

he was expelled from high school after vandalizing a statue on campus and his uncle paid the school to go back on their decision.

he lost a third of his inheritance money to a cult he briefly followed in his sophomore year of college while looking for guidance.

backstory:

tw: implied death

right at birth, goose was adopted into the teller family who were pretty well known. his father was a young ceo of an oil company in texas. goose’s family eventually became public figures and tabloid favorites after a long riveting love story between his father and mother, who belonged to opposing business families. it really was a quick rise and fall to fame, starting when it was revealed goose’s adoptive mom, grace, couldn’t have kids, he was in her arms not even a month after and right out of them thirteen years later when she disappeared and the family really was never to be heard of again. 

but as the only adopted child into a family who had to keep their public image up, goose’s dreams of being a fun loving kid were crushed. really, it was strictly gordon - gordon on the tabloids, you’d see his baby face like aw thank god grace got to have a kid of her own <3 he was posted up at galas, listening to his dad speak about oil and shit every weekend and going back to his small private school every monday and it was just the same routine conditioning to keep the image of the teller family spotless and to hopefully get gOrDoN to become the next ceo.

that all kind of went to shit though when goose turned 14. his parents miraculously went missing (don’t ask me what happened i don’t even know) one night when he was tucked into bed. seriously, he woke up one morning and they were gone and suddenly there were police storming the house and he was being questioned and things weren’t routine or safe anymore. in order to still save face for the family though, news was quickly put out that the family went on a private vacation while the investigation went on privately. it was taken to court, people signed nda’s, and all little goose knew was that he his parents were going to a party that night and hadn’t told anybody else and he was too scared to tell anyone. at one point goose became the main suspect and he had to put his freshman year of high school on pause, but he was dismissed months after even though he hadn’t shared the detail that they went to a party. if he had shared it, they literally would’ve been found. eventually, there were no new leads, the case was declared cold, and an official statement was put out that the teller parents “retired” and “moved” to a different country that wouldn’t be disclosed and gOrDoN would be under the care of his uncle.

gordon was like mad though haha. even though he’d gotten his family’s entire inheritance as a fifteen year old and should’ve been happy that he was basically a millionaire, he wasn’t used to things not being in the same routine and actually having to make decisions for himself. newsflash, but goose can’t handle emotions really well and he got angry and well i don’t know if you’ve seen donnie darko where donnie literally put an axe through the statue’s head and spray painted “they made me do it” below the statue? but yeah, that. goose wasn’t slick though, got caught by security, and his uncle paid the school to let it slide and then sent goose to a boarding school in maruland.

he spent the last couple years of high school trying to figure out who he actually was outside of the tabloids and the teller name and image, and eventually got the hang of it by the time he enrolled at yale. he started going by goose instead of gordon, went into film instead of business like his family wanted him to and slowly started to blossom into the weirdo he is today <3 his dad was in the elites so he was able to secure a legacy spot and reluctantly said yes to joining. he was kinda quiet the first year, but now he’s all gungho to do charity events and make people happy and shit like that. 

his sophomore year though he kinda doubted the path he was on and his naive ass got roped up into a cult. anyways, he ended up trusting them a lot and donated 1/3 of his family’s inheritance to the cult and kinda blew it. goose was acting hella weird around this time though, i imagine people around him could kinda sense he wasn’t like alright for a few months. anyways someone ended up giving him an intervention about acting kinda whack and he realized and thankfully was able to leave the cult pretty unscathed. but he is deeply, deeply ashamed about his time in the cult though.

personality:

he is one gigantic deranged baby. like he is baby, but he’s also kind of crazy. if goose feels any normal emotion, it instantly bass boosts and he feels it in full. goose genuinely is so sensitive, he’ll physically flinch if you say something merely mean to him because he was used to growing up so perfect that he really can’t take criticism. however, he’ll do his best to patch things up by saying some incomprehensible joke right there and then. the only exception to this is the tabloids. goose has become so immune to them that he will straight up troll them back on twitter because he just doesn’t give two shits.

he’s incredibly kind. so so so kind (not really gentle though). the type to remember your favorite candy bar and hand one to you on a random tuesday. he’ll remember your name even if you’ve only met once and even if you didn’t give him your name, he’ll look it up somehow just so he knows next time. he loves to make jokes all the time. none of them ever make sense, but they’re funny to him and he won’t apologize for it. and he’s LOUD. you probably can hear his cackles and snorts and dramatic screams even when you’re on the other side of campus. he’s just a kid in a candy store excited to finally enjoy life, especially now that things have seemed to settle down. even though he’ll probably have a whole breakdown and a half the first time the blackmailer mentions his name.

yes, he actually believes he’s being haunted by jfk. goose had a string of dreams about him and witnessed some doors opening and closing on their own around the same time, and he quickly jumped to the conclusion and never thought twice about it. another strange belief that goose has? that he’s friends with a ton of a-listers. even though it’s mainly jessica alba, he won’t hesitate to tweet at extremely famous actors and thank them for getting lunch with him even if they’ve never spoke. multiple management companies have his twitter handle blacklisted. while he currently has blue hair, it’s always quick to change. for how much he dyes it, it’s surprising that it doesn’t feel like hay.  if goose feels a mental breakdown coming or simply is bored or needs attention, his hair color will do a straight 180. he hasn’t had a natural hair color since he enrolled at yale.

things that are very goose: beat up yellow high top converse, getting to know every person in existence, having memes plastered over his wall to make him smile after a long day, wearing fancy cologne to the grocery store because one cashier said he smelled good and he thinks it makes them happy to wear that, throwing a shoe across a crowd at a party, going to sulk in the bathroom or leave the party early when a song plays that brings up bad memories, keeping every movie stub, restaurant punch card, and lost button in a little scrapbook just because he wants to remember the good things in life, thinking the karate kid is the best movie to ever exist despite being five years into a film major.

wanted connections

since he doesn’t have any pre-established connections, here are some ones that could kinda be fun

someone who protects his naive ass <3

an ex or old one sided crush who hurt him so bad lmao. they really wouldn’t have to a lot to do that, but it would be juicy if they did

roommate? maybe? he lived in a really shitty apartment his first few years, maybe they convinced him to move out or moved in

or neighbors? like he will knock on their door 3 times a week with half burnt brownies to offer or because he doesn’t know where his tv remote is and needs help

someone who gave him the intervention about like “you’re acting weird are you okay” that indirectly got him to leave the cult and he feels like he’s forever indebted to them

someone who just despises goose and he doesn’t understand why and tries to make things better even though it just makes things worse

family friends? maybe? when he was in ct and his uncle didn’t let him come home with him during the holidays he would go to their house or something like that

gentle romance <3 maybe. Please

he’s their secret admirer and sends them gifts and flowers and writes them bad poems and recommends them shitty romance films

someone who takes advantage of how naive he is

anything <3 come 2 me or i will dm you or venmo you and force u to plot with me

#intro

[brokaw22]

Fic: Bitter Jealousy

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Title: Bitter Jealousy Author: Brokaw22/Dragonprincess1988 Rating: T Story Synopsis: After another fight with Leo, Raph discovers some things about himself that he wishes he hadn’t.

He was in his room throwing any item within reach at the wall. The anger was all-consuming and for once he knew exactly why. He couldn’t scream. Hell, he could barely breathe with the heavy lump in his throat. His chest burned with the need to release every last bit of pain and anger that coursed through him, and yet all he could do was silently rage and destroy things.

 He didn’t know if it had been minutes or hours since he first stomped up into his room, frustrated tears flowing from his eyes. Honestly, at this point, Raph didn’t care. He just hoped that his brothers and sensei knew enough to stay clear of him for however long it took for this particular fit to die down.

 He refused to call it a tantrum, no matter how accurate that might have been. That was their word for it, and it certainly didn’t help anything. In fact, all it did was infuriate him more. He felt so much all of the time, and yet they never saw it. They didn’t care, and why would they? Raph knew he was just a stupid hothead to them. He was just the guy who felt nothing but rage to them, despite how inaccurate that assumption may have been.

 He felt so much hurt all of the time, and they never saw a damn thing. All they saw was his fucking tantrums, as they tend to call them. It wasn’t a damn tantrum. Stopping himself from hurting himself, them, or anyone else that may have crossed his path by going to his room and hurtling everything he could touch against the wall wasn’t a tantrum.

 It was a fucking breakdown, and Raph wondered when, if ever, one of them would finally realize that. He had a breaking point and they had long since reached it. He desperately wanted help, but he had no way to ask for it. Every time that Raph had ever done so before ended with exactly zero useful suggestions.

 It didn’t use to be like this. Raph was nearly positive that it didn’t use to be like this. He could vaguely remember a time when he hadn’t constantly felt like this. It was distant and sometimes he wondered if it was just a dream, but he was fairly certain that he remembered less pain, less rage, and more…well, just more of everything else.

 Raph wasn’t necessarily sure that he remembered true happiness, but he did remember moments of joy. Hell, sometimes he even had moments of happiness now, but those moments were so few and far between that Raph was honestly starting to wonder if they ever really existed in the first place. Especially when he looked at the rest of his family and they just seemed so fucking happy all of the time.

 He watched Mikey sometimes when he was laughing, jumping, and dancing around all jovial and excited, and Raph couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever like that. He didn’t think so. He knew he certainly had never been that energetic about it if he was ever that happy. After all, no one could compare to Mikey when it came to sheer excited energy.

 If Raph was being honest with himself, sometimes he was so damn jealous of Mikey. He desperately wanted to know what it was like to feel like that…to be that exuberant and blithe about seemingly nothing. However, Raph knew that there was no way he could ever reach anything even close to Mikey’s level.

 Sometimes that knowledge downright killed him. In fact, it was one of the reasons that Mikey’s enthusiasm sometimes irritated him so much. Raph knew that it was wrong to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. He equally knew that he shouldn’t dampen Mikey’s cheerfulness just because it caused him pain, but Raph never really was that great of a brother, anyway.

 It wasn’t just Mikey, though. Donnie’s bright smile and utter pride when he invented something new and amazing were just as heart-wrenching to witness for him. After all, Raph knew that he’d never be able to accomplish anything as amazing as his brother. He knew that he’d never do anything worth the level of pride that Donnie both felt and received for his inventions.

 After all, all Raph could do was hurt and destroy. He wasn’t meant for building or creating… not like his brother, who was gifted with the ability to both mend and construct amazing things. Raph’s body and mind were better suited to causing injury and demolishing things, not fixing them. He was well aware that Donnie deserved every ounce of credit and pride heaped upon his shoulders. However, knowing that didn’t stop Raph from feeling so utterly inadequate when compared to his genius brother.

 And then there was Leo, the brother who caused him the most anguish out of all of them. Leo was the one who was most like him, and yet, somehow, always managed to be better than him. Leo was the only one who Raph could ever hope to match. After all, Leo wasn’t a metaphorical ball of sunshine, nor was he a genius. No, instead his talents existed in the only area that Raph had ever truly excelled at --fighting -- and yet, still, even in that arena, Raph fell short.

 He spent so long wondering why… so long missing the key factor of what exactly made Leo better than him. And now after years of seemingly endless arguments and countless hours of frustration, pain, and confusion, Raph was certain that he finally figured it out. He finally realized what made Leo so damn perfect.

 It wasn’t Leo’s tactical brilliance, his spiritual prowess, his mastery of his weapons, or even his mastery of his emotions. No, even though Raph believed it to be all of these things at one point or another, he now knew better. He had finally learned the truth.

 The one thing that truly separated Raph from Leo was that Leo had always and would always have someone who believed in and validated him. Meanwhile, Raph had never truly had anyone who believed in and validated him. Not when it really counted, at least.

 Honestly, Raph would have found that funny if it didn’t hurt so fucking much. He should have realized the truth long before today, but it makes sense that he needed a catalyst to show him reality. After all, Raph never was one of the smarter brothers. The catalyst, of course, was the stupid fight between Leo and him, which drove Raph to seek refuge in his room in the first place.

 XYZXYZ

 It had started like every other fight, but it sure as hell didn’t end the same way. Raph saw it. The moment that signified that Leo was quickly reaching the end of his rope, and Raph knew that if he pushed him, then Leo would lose it.

 He knew now that he should have backed off. Hell, a part of him wanted to back off, but there was another part… a darker part of Raph that didn’t care. He wanted to see Leo lose it in front of everyone. He wanted Leo to feel how he always felt. He wanted Leo to have the whole family look at him the way that they always looked at Raph, but that wasn’t what happened.

 Leo lost it alright. He leapt at Raph, hitting him full force, with no regard to the fact that Raph’s left side was already one giant bruise from their earlier fight with some crazed mutant. Leo was screaming at him, but for the life of him, Raph couldn’t register what he said.

 He just remembered thinking that for the first time everyone would see that it wasn’t just Raph with the insanely bad temper. However, instead of someone ripping Leo off of him and asking their big brother what was wrong with him in the most accusatory tone they could muster, Donnie simply put a hand on Leo’s shoulder before gently asking if their big brother was okay and what the problem was. His tone was full of utter concern and the whole interaction just made Raph sick to his stomach.

 Raph never had anyone ask what the real problem was. At least, not like that. Everyone always had something to say about his angry outbursts, yet no one had ever bothered to inquire about why they existed in the first place.

 Hell, no one had even bothered to consider if Raph’s fits were about something more… something deeper than just being annoyed with the world at large and taking it out on his family. Although, Raph figured that was his fault. Well, at least, they’ve always claimed that it was his fault since he never really volunteered that information.

 Even so, Raph didn’t have any idea why they would expect him to volunteer such information. After all, every time he ever exhibited any emotion, it was considered a bad thing. Not to mention, their responses were always the same. It was just a bunch of mocking taunts, belittling questions, or utterly ignoring the real problem.

 Raph figured he should just accept that this was his life. He was just going to watch everyone around him feel things that he didn’t even remember how to feel, and then let the bitter, angry jealousy seethe within him until it finally exploded outward. He should just accept that after such an outburst he’d have to deal with the snarky comments and various disappointed glares for simply being himself.

 He wished that they understood that if he could be someone else, then he would. However, Raph only knew how to be himself… no matter how little anyone approved of it. He didn’t like it. He didn’t enjoy the constant rage, bitterness, and jealousy, but it was who he was and it wasn’t as if any of them had any useful suggestions for being something more… something different… something better.

 Raph was under no illusion. He knew exactly how much he didn’t measure up, but there was nothing that he could do about that, either. At least, nothing that he was willing to do because as much as he knew it was probably for the best if he just left, he was a selfish bastard who refused to give up the only home and family that he’d ever known, even if all it did was hurt them. After all, Raph never claimed to be a good brother.

 He knew his family deserved better than him… better than this angry, bitter, jealous monster that they were forced to reside with, but he didn’t have a solution. The worst part about all of this was that he knew they didn’t have one either. Master Splinter and Leo could lecture and force him to mediate all that they wanted to, but it didn’t help. It didn’t change what Raph was, and it certainly didn’t stop all of his negative feelings. If anything, it made everything worse.

 As for Donnie and Mikey, while they might be able to provide a distraction for a time, it still didn’t change the fact that eventually, they would all end up right back where they had started. Raph was utterly exhausted with the same endless routine and he had a feeling that so was the rest of his family. He needed a way out… a way to change things, but he wasn’t delusional enough to believe that he was smart enough to find the answer on his own.

 XYZXYZ

 Raph stood in his room, surrounded by the debris of everything that he had destroyed, breathing heavy. He took a moment to let the rest of his emotions die down before beginning the lengthy process of cleaning up the mess. After he had cleared everything away, Raph thought about what to do next. He didn’t really want to deal with Master Splinter or Leo right now, and he didn’t think that Mikey’s peppiness would improve his mood any. However, there was one brother who might be able to help him find a solution to his problem.

 Raph slipped out of his room and quickly made his way to Donnie’s lab. There was a part of him that worried that the only solution was leaving his family in peace, but he also had a feeling that it’d be easier to take that step if someone else voiced it, especially if it was their resident genius. Still, he didn’t actually believe he was ready to hear it said out loud, but he didn’t see any reason to avoid the inevitable, either.

 Raph ducked into Donnie’s lab, making certain that no one spotted him. He was relieved to find Donnie sitting in front of his computer alone. “Hey, Don, you got a minute?”

 Donnie immediately spun around to face. “Why?”

 He didn’t seem more irritated than usual at being interrupted, so Raph chose to take a step closer. “I just wanted to talk to ya.”

 Donnie’s eyes narrowed as he folded his arms over his plastron. “I’m not the brother you need to apologize to, Raph.”

 Raph tried his best not to flinch at Donnie’s tone as he squared his shoulders and glared. “I never said anything about apologizin’, Don.”

 Donnie rolled his eyes as he scoffed out an, “Of course, fine, what do you want, Raph?”

 Raph shook his head and began backing away. He knew better than to expect any help. He knew that from the start, so why did he even bother to come here? Why did he even think for a second that it was worth trying? “This was a mistake... just like me.” The last part was hissed out between clenched teeth as Raph turned away.

 However, he didn’t get far before Donnie flipped over his head, and was blocking his exit with both his body and his bo staff. “What was that?”

 Raph practically skidded to a halt in front of him. The last thing that he wanted right now was another confrontation with another brother. After all, he already knew how that would end, and he was dealing with enough as it was. He glanced back over his shoulder towards the garage entrance; if he was fast he could probably make it there before Donnie, then again, if Donnie had something more pressing to save, he’d let Raph go without a second thought.

 Raph didn’t need to think twice about his decision. He grabbed one of his sais out of his belt, backflipped onto Donnie’s desk, and grabbed his laptop. He threw the computer across the room in the opposite direction of the garage, at the same time that he threw his sai at the switch for the garage door.

 Donnie let out a distressed noise at seeing his laptop soar through the air, and he didn’t even hesitate to run to catch it. Raph knew that he wouldn’t, and it gave him just enough time to leap off of Donnie’s desk and dash toward the door. He grabbed his sai along the way, making sure to jam the door controls. He slid underneath the rapidly closing door.

 Raph considered taking one of the vehicles, but he knew that Donnie could track all of them, and all Raph wanted to do right now was disappear. He exited the garage and made it topside, hitting the rooftops as soon as he was able and just kept running, never looking back. He wasn’t sure where he was going, nor did he know when, or even if, he would return, but right now it was imperative that he was as far away from his family as he could get.

 After all, there was no doubt in Raph’s mind that it was what was best for all of them, even if his family didn’t necessarily understand that yet. They would in time. He was certain of it.

 The End

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Revival: Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,646

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              Eighteen was a big number for you. It meant legal freedom from anything binding you to your past, and the freedom to move out of Dottie’s apartment without worrying about a cosigner. She helped you get a credit card in order to raise your credit for the very purpose of moving out. She loved having you around, but she missed living alone for the simple things in life: day drinking, eating two bowls of spaghetti without judgement, and the occasional date brought home for fun. She felt constricted with you around, as if she needed to be the best influence upon you and your young life. Once you moved out, she could go back to her destructive habits without a worry.

               “Happy birthday, Y/N!” Dottie yelled from the kitchen right before emerging with a two-tier chocolate and vanilla ice cream cake covered in strawberry frosting with little decorative pink sprinkles at the base of each tier. A chocolate ice cream cone was perched on top, tilted to the left, with the ice cream dripping down the side of the top tier.

               Your eyes lit up. “Dottie, you’re amazing!” It was beautiful and the best cake you ever saw. The only birthday cakes you had with your family were single-layer chocolate cakes with overly-sweetened fudge icing that would get stuck to the roof of your mouth if you weren’t careful. Dottie put a lot of effort into this cake and the two of you were going to end up in a sugar coma, you just knew it.

               The two of you dug in, and it took an entire hour to finish the cake. It wasn’t humongous, but the sheer amount of sugar within one bite took some time to process and finish. The amount of time it took to finish the cake allowed for you and Dottie to have a deep conversation about what you wanted to do with your future.

               When she asked the question, you had to stop and think for a moment. “I actually… am not sure. I never finished high school, so in order to go to college I’d have to get my GED.” You shrugged. “I could try to work in advertising or on movie sets, but those require experience, and to get experience I need to go to college, and to go to college I need a GED.” Your head hurt just from thinking about it. “I really don’t know. All I want to do is move out and start my life alone. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Dottie, but it’s time I start looking for apartments.” You gave her a soft smile.

               She returned the gesture, rubbing your back. “Hon, you’ve been a wonderful addition to my life the past seven months, but I cannot wait to get you out.” You both laughed and started to clean up your messes. “Now that you’re eighteen, I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes as a manager at Donny’s if you want more hours and a higher wage when you’re working hourly.”

               You didn’t look back at her, but you replied, “You’re the best, Dottie.”

               She was quiet until you walked through the kitchen door to go to your room. “I know.”

               You opened the door to your room and Emily came bursting out. “Hi, baby!” You crouched down to let your dog kiss you and cuddle up, happy to see you again after only an hour. “I’m sorry I had to leave you in there; you would’ve tried to eat my ice cream cake if I hadn’t!” You patted her on the back and led her out the front door, taking her for her daily walk. The sun shined down, heating up the cold ground beneath Emily’s feet. It was November 16th, 1977, the day you were waiting on for years. Your eighteenth birthday. Nothing had actually changed, but you felt a new sense of purpose, as if you could actually make a difference now.

               Just then, Emily growled and darted away from you. Your fell to the ground and were able to un-loop the leash from your wrist before she dragged you down the Sunset Strip and tore your clothes—let alone your skin—apart. “Fuck,” you muttered, pushing yourself to stand back up. You sighed and watched as she chased someone on a bicycle, almost causing them to fall off and crash in front of a truck. Before she could go anywhere else, someone grabbed her leash and kept her in place. The anonymous hero petted her as she stood up on her hind legs to reach up and lick their face.

               “Thank you so much,” you huffed. “She’s never done that before; she caught me off-guard.”

               “No problem, Y/N.” The stranger looked up with a small smile, revealing himself to be Nikki.

               You were taken aback; it seemed as if you two were drawn to each other by fate, destiny, or luck of the draw—all you know is that whatever it was kept trying to tell you Nikki was supposed to be in your life. “Hi, stranger.” You smiled, taking the leash from him. “Fancy seeing you around.”

               Nikki shrugged, popping his collar as if he knew he was cool. “Yeah, well, I get around.”

               “I don’t know if that’s something you should be bragging about in that way,” you giggled, crossing your arms. “What’re you up to today, anyway?” You turned your chin upwards a little bit, giving off the illusion of disinterest.

               Nikki mimicked the movement. “Just browsing apartments.” He shrugged. “I’m picky, it takes a while.”

               Eyebrows raised and lips puckered, you said, “Funny. So am I.” Maybe this was it. “Would you want to, I don’t know, search together?”

               “Um… I don’t see why not.” Nikki didn’t think you were going to say that, but he was glad you did. “Where do you want to start?”

               You dropped Emily off at Dottie’s apartment and introduced her to Nikki now that you two were “bona fide buddies” (as Nikki described the two of you). The first apartment was a small studio fit perfectly for someone always on the run. The manager just about talked you into buying it right away, but Nikki stepped in and showed you the ropes on how to make a deal. The next complex featured a few one- and two-bedroom apartments that were a bit pricey for your serving job. Nikki grabbed two applications, one for him and you, despite the suggestion from the landlord about sharing one and living together.

               “Oh, no, we’re not together,” you nervously protested. “Thank you for the thought, though.”

               While you and Nikki strolled towards the last destination, which was right around the corner from the Whiskey-a-Go-Go, he nudged your arm. “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to living with you. I know we aren’t that close, and haven’t spent, like, any time together, but you seem like the kind of person I could vibe with.” He cleared his throat and rubbed his neck. “Just a thought.”

               Your cheeks lit up. “I mean, I’ll have to think about it… but thank you for the offer.”

 “Thank you for your time today, uh, Y/N and… Nikki?” The landlord eyed Nikki as if she didn’t believe that was his real name. “I’ll process these papers, get your information in the system, and then you’ll be all set to move in!” She shook both of your hands before you two left.

               “I don’t know how you convinced me to do that, but it was nice doing business with you!” You laughed and held your hand out to Nikki, who gladly shook it.

               “No problem, Y/N. Now, how about I take you out on a celebratory date?” He swiftly intertwined your fingers with his. “My treat. You’re the reason I’m getting off the street for the first time in three years.”

               That was news. It never occurred to you that he was living on the street and that was the reason why he was home-hunting. What else did he keep hidden away from the world? Was he putting on a show to convince you to move in with him just to find a place for his lady loves? These questions crossed your mind as your body reacted in a positive manner to his loving gesture: bright smile, sparkling eyes, a gentle nod. “Of course I will.”

 7:13 P.M.

               “How do I look, Dottie?” You strutted to the middle of the living room, posing in front of the television she was watching.

               That caused her to grumble, “Fine, now move,” and she waved her hand to the side, indicating you to move to the side.

               You pouted at her. “Thanks for you support, Dot. Not like I’m nervous or anything. Not like it’s my very first date, like, ever.” You slid on the nicest pair of shoes you had, a pair of black boot heels. “Just going to end up tripping over my own two feet anyway.”

               She waved good-bye as you ran out the door, ready for your date at the Whiskey with Nikki. He promised to be there, but he gave you no other details. The blind trust you had in him was phenomenal, and it surprised you more than it shocked him, especially considering everything that happened between Mom and Dad back in Florida.

               The cool evening air brought you back to reality. There was a line forming in front of the club, but it wasn’t too long so you were able to get in relatively quickly. The bouncer looked at you for a few seconds, squinting as if he was unsure about whether or not he needed to check your ID. With a small shrug and a quick head tilt, he gestured for you to go inside. You let out a quick sigh of relief. It felt nice being able to get into forbidden places, almost as if it was a secret society.

               The atmosphere inside was unlike anything else you’d experienced. There were women with skirts riding as high as the bottom of their ass cheeks. Their breasts swayed to and fro from the lack of support from a bra, and they were dancing alongside tall, handsome men. They ranged in size from under six feet tall to towering at almost seven. There was a wide range of skin tones and body shapes, but each and every one was interesting to you and your inquiring eye. You moseyed over to the bar to order a jack and coke for yourself while you waited on Nikki to arrive.

 7:56 P.M.

               The blonde woman on the opposite side of the bar top pushed her chest out towards the handsome man she was speaking to. She twirled her fingers in her hair, biting her lip. You ordered your third jack and coke as you observed. Something about her seemed familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. When the bartender put the drink down in front of you, a random man slid a $10 bill on the counter towards her. “Keep the change, darlin’.” He winked at the bartender before looking at you. “Hi there.”

               You cleared your throat. “Hello.” Hopefully he would go away if conversation was short and snappy.

               “What’s your name, beautiful?” He reached his hand up and held your jaw between his thumb and index finger. The feeling of his hand on you didn’t feel right.

               “Y/N,” you answered shortly. “What’s yours?”

               He chuckled, running his other hand through your hair, causing you to jolt back. His smile faded as he tried to touch your hair again, this time tightening his grip so you couldn’t move as much. “Lizzie Grey.”

               You snorted. “It’s original, I’ll give you that.” You reached up and grabbed his wrist, digging your nails into his skin. He hissed and let your hair go.

               “Bitch,” he sneered, shoving your face as he let go of your jaw. You watched as he walked away towards the back of the building through a door with “Employees Only” on it. Whether or not he was allowed back there didn’t matter to you as much as finding Nikki was. His absence came as a surprise, especially since he seemed so adamant about the date. It came only as a mild shock but brought more disappointment than expected.

               You sighed, downed the rest of your drink, and stood up from the stool. While you flattened out your clothes and prepared for a way to get home safely, a crowd surged past you to the stage that was empty just a few minutes ago. Now that you looked up at it, you saw five men on stage in dark leather clothing with big hair and platform boots. It wasn’t uncommon in 1977 for men to dress in such a way, especially because of the ever-growing rock-and-roll scene; what shocked you was the sight of Nikki on stage with Lizzie Grey, the man that just tried to assault you in public, while holding a bass guitar. If it hadn’t been connected to your head, your jaw probably would have dropped to the floor. No fucking way, you thought. This new information meant that a closer look was inevitable.

 9:17 P.M.

               Your body swayed to the music, feeling the bass from Nikki and the drummer send vibrations through your bones. Nothing was better than dancing—the freedom to express emotions without words; the ability to show off to anyone willing to lay eyes on such beauty; the raw energy released through such a creative outlet. The drink in your hand helped too… just a little.

               You were so wrapped up in dancing all night to notice the diminishing crowd, with less than fifty people left to snicker and laugh as you drunkenly stumbled around. Dancing might have been a creative outlet, but it had no control over how people treated you at your happiest. Fortunately, you did not notice; unfortunately, Nikki did.

               As soon as the song ended, Nikki said something into the singer’s ear. The crowd booed, wanting more music. The bassist flipped them off as he left the stage and went through the Employee Only door, only to come back out almost immediately. You didn’t notice him grab your hand until he pulled you to the side of the bar, into a corner where nobody was at in order to get some privacy.

               “Hey, Y/N?” he asked, helping you sit down in a booth.

               “Hm?” you replied, eyes half closed and glazed over, a wide grin adorning your face. That made Nikki laugh.

               “While I normally love getting shit-faced to forget my problems, I think I need to take you home.” He reached to help you stand, but you smacked his hand away from you.

               “Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled, accidentally spilling your drink all over your outfit. “Shit.”

               Nikki stepped back and looked around. The band got off the stage a couple minutes earlier, deciding they couldn’t continue without a bassist (which made Nikki feel good, he was not going to deny that; it was just odd because this was not how they usually operated). He sighed, pursed his lips, and grabbed a couple glasses of water from the bartender. He gave one to you and made you drink before he sat down beside you. “While you sober up, I guess we can talk about the set. Did you like it?”

               You would have loved to answer, but your mind was going a million miles a minute. This was your first time being drunk. The fire that graced every inch of your skin made you feel crazy, as if clothes were unnecessary for survival in that very moment. They would have come off if Nikki didn’t stop you.

               He cleared his throat. “While I can’t wait to get you in bed, I would rather you not show every man in here what you have.” It took everything in his power to not rip you from the booth and drag you home.

               “The music was supendipular,” you giggled, leaned on Nikki’s arm. Hiccup. “The singer is an asshole.”

               “Wait, what?” Nikki sat you back up and held your shoulders so you could look at him directly. “Why would you say that?”

               You pouted. “He grabbed my jaw like this—” You demonstrated on him. “—and put his hand like this.” Your other free hand snaked up his neck and behind his head in order to grab his hair and pull it, but he stopped you before it happened.

               He was fuming. Before he could get out of the booth, the four other band members appeared to check on him. Lizzie was the first to talk. “Hey, man. Oh, shit! It’s that bitch I was telling you about.” He turned to his bandmates for unspoken backup. “She refused to let me touch her, but now I can see why.” The band laughed, but Nikki was not taking it. He looked at you one last time, winked, and turned back around to stand up and place an untrained punch on Lizzie’s nose. While it didn’t break, he still stumbled backwards and screamed.

               “What the fuck, dude?!” He looked at his fingers after feeling his nose only to find blood. “I think you broke my fucking nose!”

               One of the guitarists tried to step in and retaliate at Nikki, but the drummer grabbed and stopped him. “It’s not worth it, Randy.” He kept a tight hold of Randy until he promised he wasn’t going to hit Nikki.

               “Fuck you,” he snarled. As the singer and guitarist left (per the drummer’s instructions), Lizzie stared Nikki down.

               “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you’re fucking fired.” He touched his nose again, only causing it to bleed more.

               Nikki clenched his jaw. “Lizzie, you’re a disgusting person. Why don’t you show a little more respect?”

               “To who? You or the tramp?”

               This time it was the drummer who threw the punch and broke Lizzie’s nose. The man fell to the ground, unconscious.

               From the booth, you stared at them in shock. It was only a few moments until you slurred out, “What the fuck was that?”

               Nikki turned to his band mate. “You didn’t have to help, man.”

               “Of course I did, dude. You’re my brother.” He patted Nikki’s back. “He’s an asshole anyway.”

               “Thanks, Dane.” He shot him a smile before turning back to you.

               After your declaration of not knowing what the fuck was going on, you slumped over and passed out in the booth, completely worn out.

 10:24 P.M.

               Nikki knocked on the door to Dottie’s apartment. She opened the door to find Nikki’s shy smile, you slumped on his back snoring, and a few flies buzzing around. She had no idea how to greet him, so she just moved out of the way to let him in. He asked where your bedroom was, and she pointed him in the direction. When he crouched down to let you off his back and into your bed, you woke up.

               The world was groggy, and nothing was in focus, but the familiar scent of incense and dog hair was an indicator of home. You groaned and wiped your eyes.

               Nikki found that exponentially adorable. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

               You stopped in an instant. Everything came flooding back and the pounding in your head became ten times worse. “Oh my god, what happened?” You let your back rest on the wall. The alcohol was still heavily coursing through your veins, intoxicating and addictive.

               Nikki kneeled down in front of you and placed his hands atop your knees. “Well, one of my former band mates decided to call you a few not-nice words and I beat the shit out of him.”

               You stared at him in disbelief. “I know I’m drunk, but I think I would’ve remembered a full-out brawl. What really happened?”

               Nikki sighed and asked to sit by you on the bed, to which you complied. “Let’s just say that I stick up for my friends, and he decided to use a few choice words in front of me. You also told me how he tried to force you to be physical with him.” He clenched his fists and you noticed. “I always felt something was off about him, but I never knew he was that kind of person.”

               You noticed the hurt in his eyes. “Nikki, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it, I’m a big girl. I can handle my own problems.”

               That made him chuckle, but only in an endearing way. “I would love to agree, but your alcohol tolerance is garbage.” That made both of you laugh this time. “How about, instead of me trying to surprise you with my amazing bass skills next time, I take you to a restaurant and we actually enjoy each other’s company? Hm?” He slowly reached up and cupped your cheek in one of his hands, smiling gently.

               Your heart began to beat faster, and you could not tell if it was because of the booze in your system or the sweet gesture by Nikki. Either way, there was no way you were going to turn him down.

               “Okay,” you whispered. Your hand covered his, slowly intertwining your fingers. “Can I sleep now?” You didn’t need his permission, but it was an open invitation for him to stay the night rather than sleep on the streets again.

               “Whatever you want.” He scooted closer to you, as close as he could get, and gently placed a peck on your lips. Your heart fluttered, this time for sure caused by him. You let out a quiet sigh, unsure how to process the affectionate act. However important it was, that discussion would be saved for another day. Headaches don’t go away fast enough; sleep is the only answer now.

A/N: I was so worried this was going to be too short of a chapter, but it’s the longest one yet! I decided to stay up late and get this one busted out because a) it’s been more than a week since chapter 2, and b) I work at a Mexican restaurant and this is Cinco de Mayo weekend, so I literally won’t even be on tumblr on my phone let alone my computer to upload a chapter. Wish me luck, and I’ll see you guys in chapter 4!

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Ouch! list --> 10: panic attack 😉

10. Panic Attack

A/N: First off, sorry for getting to this so late. Hopefully, this turned out okay and a bit on the long side. It just kinda of kept…growing…and yeah. And inspired after the latest awesome MSR tidbit. Spooning is a thing. Sorry.

Mulder did not recall exactly when the panic attacks would occur. Most definitely after Samantha was taken. It plagued him as a teenager. He managed to redirect all his energy into his studies and swimming at Oxford before Phoebe Green came along. The panic attacks would only come in the dead of the night. After Quantico and during his stint in BSU, the panic attacks still came at night, not as often, but it also morphed into a weird insomnia that kept Mulder from completely losing himself to the monsters and the world he had to venture too. Diana was a reprieve, but she left too, and that was one of his worst panic attacks to memory. All he had was himself and his x-files down in his little dusty basement office where no one bothered him.

Until she came in.

Special Agent Doctor Dana Katherine Scully who rewrote Einstein as an undergrad and was determined to debunk him with her skeptical and scientific know how.

And that’s when, for the first time in his long memory, the panic attacks ceased. Until her abduction.

Full force. It struck him full force one night while he sat on the couch in his dark apartment when he had her files before him spread out on his coffee table. He clutched her gold cross that he now wore, pinching the small cross between his index finger and thumb, trying to imprint her on him somehow. He choked her name out in sorrow, as a lifeline, crying out for his partner and the woman he had unknowingly fallen in love with.

The darkness surrounded him, encroaching on the last light he had left in hope of her return, the panic attack growing like brewing storm ready to destroy what little sanity and hope he had left. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He kept his hand pressed to his chest, trying to imprint the cross against his upper sternum. The tears were threatening to appear, no, it was like a dam had broken and he was drowning, unable to breathe.

It was like that for weeks and then she was miraculously returned to him and her family. And the surprising thing? She did not leave. That’s when the frequency of the late-night-early-morning phone calls increased. She always answered. At first, he tried to keep it strictly work-related, but their calls began to grow more personal in nature.

And she was still there. With him

Then the Twin Cities. A death fetishist named Donnie Pfaster and his macabre obsessions. And his unfortunate partner, Scully, caught in his web.

Her petite five foot two partner is made of stronger stuff than he had ever seen. He helped her up from the corner, untying Scully’s ropes as she cast a wary eye as Pfaster was dragged away.

He needed to make sure she was in one piece. “Why don’t you sit down until someone can take a look at you?” he asked her softly.

Mulder’s heart ached as bleary blue eyes focus on a particular spot on his bedraggled tie.

“Mulder,” she began, taking a breath and slowly exhaling it. “I’m fine.”

Mulder recognized the tightness in her voice, the uncertainty that was ratching in her chest as her breathing became sharper and shallower. He knew what was coming. Hesitantly, as this was new territory, he crooked his finger and gently tilted her head upwards, bring her eyes to meet his.

Mulder knew the paralysis that the mind could wreak havoc, either from a panic attack or horrible trauma, which is what Scully experienced. Her control slipped and tears stream down her face. At a loss to do anything else, Scully had always been the strong one to chase away the demons. His panic attacks, with the exception of her abduction, had all but ceased. Mulder just simply wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She kept her arms around her self at first, as if trying to keep everything physically inwards. Mulder kissed her hair, wordlessly urging her to open up, and as if answering his pleas, she coiled herself around Mulder’s tall form, burrowing beneath his large trench coat, and cried.

… .

“Mulder,” she said softly outside of her motel room. “I’m fine.”

“Scully,” he began, unable to find any other words.

He wanted to tell her how easily she fit into his arms. How she could feel safe with him. That is was okay to cry. That, in the coming hours, her shipwrecked emotions would show its ugly face again, and she would lose control. She would panic.

“Mulder, I’m fine,” she whispered. “I promise.”

Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, he thought.

“Scully, I just think–”

“I didn’t ask you, Mulder. Good night.”

Without another word, she shut the door in his face. He licked his lips and nodded to himself. He looked down at his feet and heard her click on the tv and start the shower beyond the locked door. He would leave their adjoining door open just in case, even cracking it. He would stay up for her, he would wait for forever if he had to.

… .

Scully saw the scrapes on her face and bright red-turning-purple bruises emerging over her pale skin on her back and side of her ribs as she tore. The adrenaline was finally wearing off and her brain was finally able to process the night. The fear. The uncertainty of her death. The fight or flight instinct kicking in. Mulder. At this point, her body was on autopilot and she had placed her self in the scalding water, as she absently began to scrub her skin roughly over the already injured skin, marking her pale body even worse in punishment (was it punishment?).

Scully stopped immediately. Her last thought was of Mulder. Him holding her. Protecting her. But Pfaster. Pfaster was there. Looming over her. He wasn’t a man. Wait. Demon. No wait. He was human. Pfaster was a human. He bleed. But he loomed over her, not a man, but something else. He was looming over her.

She was not in her bath in the seedy motel. No. She was back in that closest, trapped, and tied, her mouth gagged trying to scream.

The next thing she knew was that large, warm hands grabbed her flailing wrists, stilling her. “Scully! Scully!”

She looked wildly around the room and realized what was happening. The bright light of the bathroom blinded her and she focused on the warm, concerned hazel orbs of her partner’s eyes. “Mulder?” she whispered distantly. “What are you doing here?”

She looked wildly down, noticing her naked body. He immediately let her wrists go and turned his head, useless grabbing a towel and holding it out as he looked away. “Um, you were screaming.”

“I wasn’t. I would have remembered it.”

“You were.” He knew better than to recite spurting psychological analysis and profile her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her discretely stand and he winced when he glimpsed at the damage she took. “Um, I’m sorry. I’ll leave, Scully.”

She sighed, and wrapped the town around her small battered body and looked down at the draining water from the tub. When did she pull the plug? “No,” she sighed, “um, can you wait outside for me?”

“Sure. Do you, uh, want me to get you anything?”

She held the towel tightly around her and mumbled into it, “No thank you.”

“Just uh…”

“I’ll call your name.”

“Scully,” he paused, at the doorframe. “It’s okay to feel. I had…I had panic attacks for years after Sam was taken. It’s okay to feel.”

Scully kept her eyes closed, feeling tears, shattered into a million pieces completely abandoned. She imagined Mulder snaking his arms again around her, swallowing her whole, and shielding her from the evils of the world. And he did it all so selflessly. She raised her head and stared at the closed bathroom door.

Outside, in the bedroom, Mulder sat uncomfortably at the edge of the bed, flipping uselessly through the television as the antennas failed to provide any proper picture and instead gave the “ssssccchhhh” sound of garbled, empty air. Uselessly, he turned off the tv and saw Scully open the door wearing an oversized gray FBI tee shirt and loose sleeping pants. Her hair was damp, just like that first night in the graveyard. She watched him wearily as if she was debating on trusting him.

“I’m so used to keeping my emotions inwards,” she began softly. “You saw that when my father died. Your sympathy…” Scully caught herself. “You empathy…you genuinely cared for my well being.”

“Why wouldn’t I, Scully?”

She shrugged, keeping her arms around herself. She kicked at the stained red rug and walked cautiously towards him. “I’ve never…I’ve never been in a situation like that, Mulder. Completely helpless. Bound.” She shuddered and sat next to him at the far edge of the bed. “You said it was okay to feel. Did the panic attacks ever stop, Mulder?”

He leaned back on his hands thoughtfully. “Not until recently. There was a time about three months ago that they came back, worse than ever, but after about five weeks, they went away again.”

He gazed at the ceiling and then finally looked at her. She did the mental calculations and connected her abduction and return. The double-loaded meaning weighed heavily on her heart and she scooted closer to her partner. “What…uh…what happened?”

“A petite, arrogant doctor, proclaiming that science ruled all walked into the basement office and introduced herself with a handshake,” he said softly, letting the unsaid message linger between them.

Scully nodded. “Will you stay…just for tonight, of course?” She admitted after a long, painful pause.

“Just for tonight, of course. I’ll, uh, I’ll take the floor. Just let me grab a pillow and blanket from next door.” He moved to get up and she caught his hand and looked at her in surprise. “Scully?”

“Just…I want you close.”

“Whatever you want.”

Wordless, Mulder pulled back the blankets and she slipped in on the right side and Mulder laid down on the far edge of the left side of the bed. Quietly, she grabbed his hand and pulled his arm and body along like a blanket until he spooned quietly behind her. She sighed and turned out the light. The street lights danced in the shadows as he took a deep breath and kissed her temple. “Was it me, Mulder?”

“Yeah,” he confessed to the darkness, to her. “I don’t know why, but it was.”

Scully ‘hmmed’ and buried her face into the pillow. “Do you think I’ll heal, Mulder,” she asked in a rare moment of vulnerability.

“You’re the strongest person I know,” he whispered simply.

“Thank you,” she mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

#prompt #answered and asked #msr #xfiles #xf fanfic #msr fic #fox mulder #scully #msr ust #ust #txf #txf fic

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Monster Don X Beth

Panic was rising in a young female turtles heart as she saw a transformation take place in front of her that caused her to fall back in fear tripping on her cloak. Seeing what was happening to her love in front of her made her speechless and unable to move or scream. When April and Casey came back to the apartment she saw he had roared to see the hulking form of her mate Don transformed into some kind of monster with large fangs, claws and his body was ten times bigger than her.  

Everything just happened so fast and he was so different than the turtle that she was caring for only hours before. With flying to the base of Bishop she found it scary to know her mate would be here and not at home to find a cure. But it was the only shot they had. But things went awry very quickly when they tried to move him into another containment unit and he escaped causing rampage to anything and anyone in sight. He was about to attack Leatherhead Leo was able to lure him away but had to shoot his own brother with tranquilizers. But it seemed to have taken little to no effect as he continued to charge towards him.  

“Don! No! Stop!”, she screamed, as she ran after him

He stopped and roared as he changed course quickly and went towards her as he pounced on her with his claws encaging her tightly as his fangs were nearly close to ripping her apart. “Beth!”, Amy yelled, as she and her sisters looked on in horror

A huge clawed hand was ready to strike as he growled snarling his sharp teeth. She shook in fear at the long appendages before looking up to him with her wide green eyes. But as she stared into those bright red eyes of his, his snarling seemed to have quieted as he stared back into hers, with his look softening, but his grip was still on her. “Don....look”, she said, being able to grip his huge hand as she stared deep into his eyes

“She is like...gravity....and my whole world had shifted”

As her eyes burrowed into his a flashback takes place back in the mysterious jungle where he had first encountered her after finding April’s family artifact. He was being attacked by wasps along side his brother Raphael and when he had started falling towards a death defying fall, a mysterious shadow came out of nowhere from swinging on a vine catching him before landing in the trees. He was confused on why he hadn’t hit the ground yet until he felt an arm around his shell and looked quickly over to see a brown cloaked figure and tied around her neck was rope necklaces with sharp teeth of those of a wild cats with bright green eyes stare back at him with a welcoming smile. 

Soon after rescuing him she had left him be on the forest floor before escaping. But later on he had come to know who this stranger was and soon as they met face to face after catching her from falling, but ended up knocking him down and they say love at first sight doesn’t exist, but in this case it was. Their faces were so close to each other. Brown against green behind her silky white mask in a braid. 

“Suddenly....its like everything around me disappeared.....and it was only her”

“Hi...”, he said, softly still stunned by her

“Hi“, she said, looking really flustered 

Soon the flashback changed as it continued on with their adventure during the time spent in the jungle rafting along the river, swinging on vines and even listening to her background story of how she had come to live in the jungle while surrounded by the fire. 

“You would be there, you would do anything for her and be the man she needed. To cherish, protect and always love.....forever”

Soon the flashback focused on him as he looked at her and she began to age forward as her wide eyes still full of fear had returned. He had realized what was happening and he looked at her with fear as he quickly let her go as she sat up panting hard, as he backed away. In fear of his own actions. 

“Don?”, she said, getting to her feet slowly as she made her way to him 

He backed away letting out moans and whimpers of fear. But she held her hands out to show him she knows he won’t harm him. “Don, it’s okay”, she said, softly “I know you are there, somewhere deep. You don’t have to be afraid. I am not afraid of you.”

He slowly approached her as she and him met halfway with her hands carefully touching his huge long face as he growled softly. “Don, what has happened to you?”, she asked, completely stunned on what has become of her mate 

His face became full of concern as he moaned softly looking at her desperately. She hugged his face and neck tightly as he rubbed his head against her body. She never thought his sickness would lead to anything like this. She was right by his side as she tried to nurse him back to health from his sickness with any kind of herbal medicine or treatments she had learned from her years being in the jungle. “Don I am so sorry”, she said, shaking her head with small tears in her eyes

She had witnessed his leg injury where he had gotten attacked grew larger when trying to care for him, but she thought it was just swelling. But she couldn’t be more wrong when she saw him get bigger and his sweet voice grew deeper and his brown eyes changed from brown to red. He moaned and growled lowly nudging her to where his head was buried deep into her as she held him tight. 

“Oh my love”, she said 

He looked at her desperately once more as he tried to mutter. “B...Beth”, he said, managing to say through his voice “H...help”

She let a few tears be lead astray. “I will do everything I can Don”, she said, looking deeply into his eyes “I promise you, I will bring you back!”

With that the tranquilizers began to take affect and he collapsed in her arms and now being held in containment for his own safety, although she hated it, it was for his own good while her family had to deal with that devil of a woman Karai and the Foot, while trying desperately to find a cure for Don. But as the hours ticked away his condition was starting to deteriorate fast and the color from his eyes began to fade away and his heart rate beginning to drop. Fear was pooling into her mind, soul and heart as she watched the love of her life slowly dying in front of her. She was able to reach in a small compartment with her hand to keep him comfortable as he only looked at her weakly. “What if this doesn’t work?”, she said, as she sensed her father behind her 

“You can’t let the thought of death cloud your mind my dear, we will find what we need to bring him back”, he said, resting his paw on her shoulder

“But he can’t stay here, we have to do something, if he stays like this he will die!”, she said, reaching her hand in further as it took his huge clawed one as it ever so gently took hers as he looked at her with a weak smile

Suddenly their was alarms blaring and her family was rushing in and something was being pumped into her love’s unit. “What’s going on?!”, Beth said, as the alarms drowned out her voice “Leatherhead?!”

Her family stopped as she heard her mate growling and the door suddenly burst open as a huge cloud of mist filled the room. Coughing her way through she gasped at the sight of someone emerging from the unit. As soon as she saw who it was, she couldn’t believe her eyes to see her mate was back to himself again. “Donnie?”, she asked, hopefully

“Hey Beth, what’s going on?”, he asked, weakly 

He tried to step to her before he collapsed, but she was quick to catch him as he hugged her with his one arm as she kissed his head deeply. “It’s okay I got you honey”, she said, softly 

With that they made their way out of the base and climbed aboard the Turtle Copter as they made their getaway just as the base erupts into a ball of fire. Beth was settled in the back with Don in her arms as she got him covered with a blanket from the compartment. “I hope you guys didn’t go through too much trouble for me”, he said, looking up at her

“Nothing will ever be too much, we would never give up on you, not even me”, she said, softly 

“Beth when I saw you, you brought me back, you showed me all those moments and it felt like I was coming back to being myself again”, he said, taking her hand into his

“I had to show you who you were and I knew you were there buried deep inside of what you were”, she said “You needed to be pulled up to the surface”

“I am so sorry I attacked, I didn’t think I would become such a monster”, he said, frowning

“You are no monster! Never say that about yourself, you are nothing like a monster and never will be......what only matters is that you are alright and are going to be okay”, she said, sternly at first but softened after

“Thank you....for staying.....and for being there for me”, he said, with his eyes getting heavy

“I will always be there for you and I will never give up on you”, she said, gently stroking his head “I love you so much Don”

His hand carefully reached up and touched her cheek as she pressed her face against it, taking in the warmth and softness of his skin with a smile. “I love you too, my Jungle Girl”, he said, before letting his eyes close as he fell asleep against her shoulder

She kissed his temple and forehead before bringing him closer and resting her head against his with a smile before falling asleep herself. “My Brave Brainy Turtle”, she said, softly

Finally the nightmare was over and she had her soulmate back safely in her arms. She wouldn’t know what she would of done if she had lost him to this sickness. Probably would of seek revenge of her fallen love. But now those plans had faded and she could now focus on helping her love get back on the road to recovery and would be by his side every step of the way. Knowing he was now not going to merge again and be the loving brainac she fell in love with at first sight. 

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt donatello #love #turtlebaes

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The 11th and final chapter of my TMNT Avatar AU story. Please let me know what you thought of it.

Shredder and Raph took to their places on either side of the large room, backs turned to one another as Shredder removed his helmet and set it aside.

“This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy,” Mikey kept repeating in a panic.

“Quiet, wretch!” Karai ordered, pelting him with a ball of water.

Shredder and Raph turned to face each other, dropping the ceremonial shoulder garments, leaving their torsos bare.

“Why are they shirtless?” Mikey asked.

“It’s tradition. An Agni Kai ends whenever one combatant burns the other. Being shirtless gives them a better chance at that,” Donnie explained before leaning closer to Mikey to add in a whisper, “Though considering Raph can’t remove his shell, I think he’s got a slight advantage.”

“Quiet!” Karai shouted before striking the gong to begin the duel.

Immediately, Shredder lashed out with a stream of blue flame that Raph struggled to divert around himself as he charged at the man he formerly saw as his father. As soon as he was close enough, Raph struck out with lightning that nearly hit Shredder in the face had he not backed away fast enough. Saki retaliated with precise jets of flame, all of which Raph managed to channel away from his body and back toward Shredder. Not that he actually managed to hit Saki with any of the flames as the elder Firebender was too quick.

“Why won’t you burn?!” Shredder roared as Raph’s continued evasion of fire started to wear on his nerves, shooting a massive burst of blue fire at his son.

“Because,” Raph said, parting the flames like the freaking Red Sea in one fell swoop before generating a white flame in each of his hands, “you can’t beat me.”

Raph stepped menacingly toward Shredder with his hands held up at his sides. Shredder backed away slowly in fear, eyes wide at the sight.

“Impossible. The white flame was prophesized to belong to only the most-”

“Most powerful Firebender to ever live. I know. I remember you telling me our ancestor’s stupid prophecy every night when I was a kid. I remember you bragging about how one day, one day you would unlock its secrets and prove to everyone that you were truly the best there ever was. Well, father, how does it feel to know you were wrong?” Raph asked as he backed Saki into a wall.

Raph put out his flames and began to strike Shredder the same way he had done to the likes of the Triple Threat Triad and Old Hob in the past. With a final strike to snuff out the light of his Bending, Shredder was brought to his knees. Finally snapping out of the daze seeing the white flame had put him in Shredder looked down at his hands, realizing what had just happened.

“No. NO!” he screamed, trying to punch Raph only to be blasted back with a white flame, leaving an impressive scorch mark on his torso.

“YES!” Mikey and Donnie shouted.

“GO RAPH!” Leo added.

“The Agni Kai has ended. I won,” Raph said as Karai helped Shredder to his feet.

Saki and Karai growled in anger at the defeat.

“Now release my family. That was the deal. Or does the great and powerful Shredder have so little honor that he’d go back on his word?”

“Release them,” Shredder growled at Karai.

“But father-”

“Insolent child,” Shredder interrupted by taking his adoptive daughter by the throat, “I said release the freaks!”

He released his grip on her as she coughed in air.

“Yes, father,” she replied with a bow before using razor-sharp blades of water to cut the turtles free of their ropes.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Leo said, walking toward Raph.

“Not so fast!” Karai shouted, lashing out with a water whip.

“Hey!” Mikey shouted.

“What gives? Raph won, we go home,” Donnie added.

“Wrong, turtle. The deal was that if Raphael won the three of you would go free, but he still has to die by Master Shredder’s hands. That was the agreement.”

“Check the fine print, princess. The deal was that if I win Shredder could use his Firebending to kill me. And uh, doesn’t seem like he has that anymore, does he?” Raph reminded her with a smirk.

“You, cheating, no-good, traitorous wretch!” Shredder screamed, lunging at Raph who caught his fist.

“I’m the traitor?” Raph snarled before headbutting his former father.

“You try to kill your own son when he was five, FIVE, and you have the nerve to say I betrayed you?!” he screamed, punching the man in the face.

“Father!” Karai shouted, attempting to attack with her Waterbending only for Leo, Donnie, and Mikey to come to Raph’s defense.

Donnie pulled metal from the room to launch at Karai. Mikey shot out at her with bursts of air. When Karai tried to slice through them with shards of ice, Leo took control of the ice and sent it back at her, grazing her arm.

“Thanks guys,” Raph said over his shoulder to his brothers, “See that’s what real families do. They stand up for each other,” punch, “They stick together,” punch, “Families care for one another,” punch, “They don’t hurt them. They don’t attack them. They don’t call them freaks or monsters,” punch, punch, punch, “They love each other. They love each other!” he screamed, slamming Shredder into a wall by the throat as he glared at him with fury in his eyes.

“You were my father…” he said, eyes watering and threatening to spill over, “You were supposed to love me, to raise me, to protect me from anyone who would try to hurt me and instead you made me feel pain and anger and fear from before I can even remember! You were the monster lurking in the shadows, the boogeyman in my nightmares, the thing that kept me up at night. You made me fear for my life when I was just a child for something that happened to me, something I never asked for, something I couldn’t have changed even if I wanted to,” he shouted as the Shredder struggled to free himself from Raph’s grasp.

“And you know something?” he asked in a quieter tone with a shake of his head, “I don’t want to change it anymore. Maybe I did when I was little and still convinced by everything you had told me when I ran for my life that I was the monster. But now? Now that I’ve found a family, a mutant family that cares about me, that loves and protects me like they’re doing right now?” he asked gesturing to his brothers that were still fighting Karai over his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t wish for anything else. If I hadn’t become a mutant, if I hadn’t been chased from our home by you I could’ve turned out just like you. I could’ve become a monster, like you… But I’m not like you. I’m not a monster and I have them, my real family, to thank for that. And you wanna know something else?”

Raph dropped Shredder like a stone and walked away as the man he formerly called father gasped for air.

“You’re not worth it.”

Raph walked over to join his brothers as they finished dealing with Karai and tying her up. Shredder growled in indignation and pulled a dagger from a strap on his ankle, slowly rising to his feet.

“Dude, that was awesome. The way you took on the Shredder? The Shredder? Oh man. I didn’t know you could be any more-” Mikey said before sensing the dagger flying towards Raph through the air currents, “LOOK OUT!”

Raph turned around to see the dagger stop mid-air barely a millimeter from the spot between his eyes before dropping to the ground.

“Huh?” Shredder asked in confusion before finding himself encased in rock.

“Father!” the four turtles cried out in glee as they turned their heads to see Master Splinter standing in the doorway and ran to greet him with a hug.

“My sons,” Splinter said, embracing the four teenagers he took into his home.

Tang Shen entered the room with a legion of officers following her, turning her head to Splinter and his family.

“You four are in a lot of trouble,” she said with a stern look that made them all feel guilty.

“But nice work,” she added with a smirk, “We already rounded up the rest of the Foot Clan outside, or at least this faction. There are probably other groups elsewhere in the world, but we’ll get ‘em. And besides, now that we have the infamous Shredder in custody-”

“And powerless!” Mikey added.

“Really?” Shen asked with a gleam in her eye as she turned to the Shredder with a smug look on her face that had the former Firebender’s anger flaring up.

“Well that’s terrific. I’m assuming we have you to thank for that, Hamato Raphael,” she added to Raph’s immense joy, “So thank you.”

She then turned to Karai.

“And as for you, little lady, you will be joining your fellow Foot Clan agents in a nice, cozy holding cell downtown while we interrogate your boss.”

“I don’t think so. If the Shredder cannot lead the Foot Clan to greatness, then I’ll just have to do it myself!” she yelled as she pulled the water from the pipes to create ice to slice through her ropes and steam to cover her escape.

Leo cast out the steam and Karai was gone.

“Karai? KARAI!” Shredder screamed.

“So much for your loyal little daughter,” Raph smirked.

Splinter walked over to Shredder, a man who once was a friend a long time ago.

“Saki.”

“Splinter.”

“As children I knew you were one of pride and of prejudice, always looking down on those you believed could never measure up to you. Only recently do I see just how full of hate you are. To cause such pain to a child who was of your own flesh and blood… to think I once called you friend,” he said before shaking his head, “You are not worthy.”

“Excuse me, rat?”

“You are not worthy to have a son as brave, as kind, as talented, or as mature as Raphael. Even in fear he stands tall and strong. Even in pain and bitterness he can show strangers compassion. Even in shadows his gift shines brightly. Even in the midst of pure anger he could find it in his heart to temper that flame inside. These are things you yourself have always been too weak to be capable of. You are not worthy of Raphael. You are not worthy of his greatness.”

Shredder struggled against the stone that held him, writhing and roaring in anger at his old friend.

“How dare you speak to me in such a way, rodent! That ingrate is not worthy of me, of my name! He is not worthy of being an Oroku! If you want him, rat, you can have him.”

“Gladly,” Splinter smiled, turning back to his family.

“Let us go home, my sons, and sleep peacefully knowing that this monster cannot hurt any of us anymore,” he said, wrapping his arms around his children as he walked them out of the warehouse.

“Right behind you, father,” Raph said before throwing the monster who had haunted his dreams for years one final, victoriously smug look over his shoulder before leaving him and all the painful memories behind.

#Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #Avatar!AU #Raphael #Splinter #Master Splinter #Leonardo #Donatello #Michelangelo #Shredder #Karai #Tang Shen #Firebender!Raphael #Earthbender!Splinter #Avatar!Splinter #Waterbender!Leonardo #Earthbender!Donatello #Airbender!Michelangelo #Firebender!Shredder #Waterbender!Karai #Earthbender!Tang Shen

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The Russians Are Flabbergasted

by Israel Shamir (cross-posted with the Unz Review by special agreement with the author)

President Trump is so pissed off by the Stormy affair that he is likely to prefer a good old war to another humiliation. This suits his enemies and friends (though not his voters) to a tee. He has a choice of doing a difficult manly act that needs all his courage, but which one? Should he put the well-being of his country at stake and brave Russian missiles, or risk the displeasure of the elites and sack Mueller? He is tempted to do the easy thing. Thus he has been maneuvered into deep waters by a powerful coalition of Brits and Jews, the same people who delivered you the last two world wars.

His attempt to make sense and drop the Syrian hot potato (“I strongly wish for the withdrawal of our forces from Syria”, he tweeted) has been rebuffed by the indomitable Mr Netanyahu. Don’t even think of doing it, the big man from Tel Aviv said to Donny in the tense telephone conversation. Don’t leave Syria, you still have to fight the Iranians and Russians. And don’t forget the Syrian kiddies, added the man still covered with the gore of 2,500 Palestinians shot on his orders last week. The Pentagon and US intelligence agencies take their orders directly from Tel Aviv, or via AIPAC; they are already preparing for an extended stay in Syria, despite Donny’s declarations.

The Jews went ballistic when they heard of Trump’s intention to leave Syria. The scribes of WaPo and NY Times condemned the step as playing into Russian hands. “Washington Post columnist and CNN commentator Catherine Rampell said that “Putin must be ecstatic” with Trump’s instructions to begin planning for withdrawal from the region. Forget the fact that it’d be odd for a president to base all of his foreign policy decisions on what would bother Russia — why isn’t Rampell focusing on how delightful it must be for American soldiers to finally reunite with their families, or how the resources this country has spent overseas can now be used domestically?”, – noted a media reporter. This was the cue for Mueller’s raid of Cohen’s office. The old fool has to be pushed, if he does not want to go by his own will, they decided.

America with its Puritan background is the only country where sexual mores are so strict that they lead to war. Clinton went to war in Yugoslavia because of a blow job, while Trump will possibly destroy the world because of a one-night stand.

An attack on Syria is likely to bring a Russian response. At the least, it will be a local conflagration, a joust, a trial of forces and wills. Who knows how it will end? This was been postponed in 2013, when the US armada sailed to Syria’s shores to avenge some other alleged chemical attack. I wrote about that fateful encounter, perhaps over-optimistically, in a piece called The Cape of Good Hope.

“It was touch and go, just as risky as the Cuban missile crisis of 1962. The chances for total war were high, as the steely wills of America and Eurasia had crossed in the Eastern Mediterranean. The most dramatic event of September 2013 was the high-noon stand-off near the Levantine shore, with five US destroyers pointing their Tomahawks towards Damascus and facing them – the Russian flotilla of eleven ships led by the carrier-killer missile cruiser Moskva and supported by Chinese warships. Apparently, two missiles were launched towards the Syrian coast, and both failed to reach their destination. (We shall return to these two missiles later).

After this strange incident, the pending shoot-out did not commence, as President Obama stood down and holstered his guns. This was preceded by an unexpected vote in the British Parliament. This venerable body declined the honour of joining the attack proposed by the US. This was the first time in two hundred years that the British parliament voted down a sensible proposition to start a war; usually the Brits can’t resist the temptation. This misadventure put paid to American hegemony , supremacy and exceptionalism. Manifest Destiny was over.”

As we see now, the high noon was been postponed by five years, and now it is being re-run. The British Prime Minister Theresa May decided she does not need parliament’s approval, President Trump decided he does not need an approval of Congress. So these brakes had been removed.

And now back to those two missiles of 2013. They were sent by the Israelis, whether they were trying to jump-start the shoot-out or just observed the clouds, as they claim. The missiles never reached its destination, shot down by the Russian ship-based sea-to-air defence system, or perhaps rendered useless by Russian GPS jammers.

Fast forward to 2018. On the night of April 10, in the small hours, the Syrian air field T-4 had been attacked by eight air-to-ground missiles; five were downed by the Syrian defence, three (or two) reached their goal and killed a few personnel. For a while, it was thought this was the American attack, but rather quickly, “Russia outed Israel”, as Haaretz reported. Israel tried to dissimulate, at first claiming they warned Putin and got his okay. When Putin’s spokesman denied that, they said they did it by the US request. Most probably they again tried to bring the confrontation to the fore.

Now, with the US Navy in place, with the support of England and France, the countdown to a confrontation has apparently started. The Russians are grimly preparing for the battle, whether a local one or the global one, and they expect it to begin any moment.

The road to this High Noon had led through the Scripal Affair, the diplomats’ expulsion and the Syrian battle for Eastern Ghouta, with an important side show provided by Israeli shenanigans.

The diplomats’ expulsion flabbergasted the Russians. For days they went around scratching their heads and looking for an answer: what do they want from us? What is the bottom line? Too many events that make little sense separately. Why did the US administration expel 60 Russian diplomats? Do they want to cut off diplomatic relations, or is it a first step to an attempt to remove Russia from the Security Council, or to cancel its veto rights? Does it mean the US has given up on diplomacy? (The answer “it’s war” didn’t come to their minds at that time).

The astonished Russians responded all right. They also expelled 60 diplomats, and they made it painful: all US diplomats engaged in the political department of the Moscow Embassy were on the non-grata list. The Political department consisted of three sections, dealing with foreign policy, internal Russian politics and military analysis; the most important centre of data collection, of liaison with Russian politicians, of military consequences, of Syria and Ukraine, of North Korea and China, experienced first-class intelligence officers and field hands – all gone, including their Political Officer Christopher Robinson (POL).

The Russians expelled Maria Olson, the Embassy’s well-known spokesperson, and the Ambassador’s interpreter. They closed down St Petersburg Consulate, an important centre for connecting, influencing and interacting with the opposition in this ‘second capital’ of Russia. The US has lost many of its Moscow hands, people who knew Russia and had developed personal relations with important Russians. It will take a lot of time and effort for the US State Department and intelligence agencies to get back to the positions they had lost. The Brits who initiated the deportations also lost about fifty of their Moscow Embassy staff.

Surprisingly, the mass deportation of so many Russian diplomats had little effect on the Russian people, as this strike had been neutralised by another painful event, by the Kemerovo Mall blaze killing 64 cinema-goers including over 40 children. The blaze, even if it weren’t arson (it has not been proven yet) had triggered a massive onslaught of fake news and internet trolls on the people of Russia. A million underfed Ukrainians were deployed by the Western psywar on the web to tell the Russians that hundreds of their children had been incinerated, and that their authorities lie to them. This operation revealed the level of influence and integration the Western spy agencies have in Russia.

Kemerovo was a good choice for the operation: it is the only ethnic-Russian region ruled by an old-style local hero who had outlived his wits, the only region that reported indecently (and unrealistically) high support for Putin in the recent elections, a depressive region of mines and miners with a big potential for trouble.

Putin managed it rather well by coming personally and dealing with the situation hands on. He learned the ropes since 2000, when, at the dawn of his first presidential term, the Kursk submarine went down with all hands. Putin stayed away from the sailors’ families, and acted callous, people said. “It had sunk”, Putin replied to the question “What happened to Kursk?” (It is said USS Memphis had fired a torpedo at the submarine, causing the disaster, while the new president had been reluctant to aggravate relations with Clinton Administration). Now, in 2018, he was very good, full of empathy and consideration, conveying strength and decisiveness.

Whatever American agency carried out the psyop around Kemerovo, it was very successful, but its success undermined another operation, that of the Russian diplomats’ expulsion. The Russians did not pay it sufficient attention.

The alleged reason for the expulsion, the poisoning of Sergey Skripal and his daughter, made very little sense. Even if the old spy were bumped off by his erstwhile employers, such a reaction would be excessive by all means. He was not a Napoleon (poisoned by the Brits 200 years ago), not a prince of blood, not a great inventor nor a successful spy. He was a retired ex-spy, a wash-out. Anyway he didn’t die, he was just sick for a while. Perhaps he ate something in the pub that didn’t agree with him. This is the opinion of his niece, Victoria, who is the only person alive who had been in contact with the Skripals since their alleged hospitalisation.

This affair is so obscure that it beats Rashomon anytime. Russian reporters went around Salisbury and noticed many incongruences. It is not certain whether Skripals were poisoned at all, and where they are. Their pets survived the deadly poison, and they had to be destroyed. This piece of black Russian humour had been forwarded a lot around the net:

Skripal had been poisoned by a most powerful poison, 2 grams will kill half a country instantly! The Russians

– poisoned him in the restaurant – no, on the bench – no, in the car – No, the door handle was smeared – No, the suitcase was poisoned – No, everything in the house was poisoned. – Oh, and buckwheat was poisoned, – but they did not die instantly, but walked around somewhere for four hours, – but the policeman that discovered them almost died on the spot, – but the poison was instantly identified, – an antidote was instantly introduced, and Skripals and the policeman were saved; – The policeman had been discharged next day! – But they were in coma, and they will never recover! – but no, the daughter had recovered fast! – Oh, and dad is revived … a miracle! – and they both are quickly recovering, your strongest poison is useless. – the restaurant had been surrounded by police in spacesuits – the park had been surrounded by police in spacesuits – the house had surrounded by police in spacesuits – they are in spacesuits, since the poison is deadly dangerous, but next to them are policemen without protection … – The bench was cut down and removed: it’s such a terrible poison that the bench retained its toxic quality for two weeks; – but the cat had survived in the poisoned house … the policeman had touched Skripal and nearly died, and the cat survived … and the guinea pigs would survive, but they were all forgotten, and died of hunger in the house; – and their remains were immediately burned, as they are poisoned by the strongest poison; – For two weeks they were poisoned by the strongest poison and survived, and now they had to be urgently cremated; – Only guinea pigs died, the cat survived all this poison. It was stressful and hungry, so they killed it and cremated to make it certain nobody will find the secret etc etc.

The true hero of Skripal saga is the British ex-Ambassador Craig Murray, who followed the developments and unveiled many of its inconsistencies and outright lies. You may read his articles and twits to learn the details.

Julia Skripal took a daring step: she called her cousin Viktoria in Moscow. Their conversation is an amazing document. Julia says that she and her father are in good health; she doubts Viktoria will be allowed to visit her. Indeed, the British government refused to grant her visa. The feeling is that Julia is imprisoned.

I spoke with a retired Russian counter-intelligence officer who is familiar with the subject. He told me Russia never had a Novichok toxic substance: this name was given by counter-intelligence to A-232 in order to trace the leaks. It worked: a man called Vil Mirzayanov, an administrator in the chemical labs, leaked the Novichok story, and thus he was apprehended and arrested. A-232 had been produced in small amounts in 1990s, and some of it could be stolen and sold in these horrible years, when a full colonel of Russian intelligence had to moonlight as a taxi driver to supplement his measly $46 monthly salary. In those years, the poison could be indeed made available, and in one case it was used by criminals.

Theoretically it is not impossible that some of this poison could have been saved and stored by some criminals; alternatively, it was available to the Americans who dismantled the labs in 1992. Anyway we have no independent proof that Skripals were poisoned by anything at all. If they survive, if the British and the American intelligence services don’t kill them, perhaps we shall know more. We can definitely exclude the possibility that Russian state agents would go to Britain to poison an old spy who had been pardoned by Russian president years ago. Even if he was active in producing Christopher Steele’s Trump (“Golden Rain”) file, the Russians would have no compelling reason to kill him at all, and in such an odd way in particular. “If we would kill him, he would stay killed”, concluded my interlocutor.

The details of Skripal case are very entertaining, but not necessary for our understanding. The case was used to install in minds the connection between chemical poisoning and Russia. It is unfair, for Russians destroyed all their chemical poisons under the eyes of Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons (OPCW) inspectors, but life is often unfair.

The connection between chemical poisoning and Russia had been prepared for the forthcoming event. Eastern Ghouta was an important and well entrenched location of the Syrian rebels. Being within easy reach from Central Damascus, it provided the rebels with a chance to seize power in the Syrian capital. As the Syrian army with Iranian and Russian support advanced into Eastern Ghouta, they learned of the rebel plans to stage a false flag chemical weapon attack, as they already had done a few times in past. President Putin warned of such a possibility at his joint (with President Erdogan and President Rouhani) press conference in Ankara last week, a few days before the alleged attack.

The attack had never occurred at all, but it was duly reported by the pro-Western media. Thus the game came to a close. Skripal Affair established the connection of Russia and chemical weapons, Eastern Ghouta allowed to use this connection in order to attack Russia.

We should not overestimate importance of these media events. The leading Western powers and their media refused to consider different explanations, refused an open inquiry, they went for jugular. Russia has been demonised in 2018, like Germany was demonised in 1940. It was a long and cautious labour. Have a look at this site theday.co.uk – it is a site for school children and their teachers. You’ll be amazed to discover its fervent hatred of Russia and Putin being pumped into hearts and heads of young generation. Such a long planning can’t be dependent on an event like poisoning of an ex-spy or even on the fall of a Syrian underground fortress.

The planners of a war on Russia have utilised fear of anti-Semitism for their purposes. I called this method Anti-semitism Weaponised. Jeremy Corbyn, the Labour leader, has been blocked and contained by accusations of anti-Semitism. He was the only leader able to stop Britain’s descent into war with Russia. Other Labour MPs and activists have been attacked over alleged anti-Semitism issue, and – what a coincidence! – practically all of them were against demonising Russia; while Friends of Israel – whether Conservative or Labour – were viciously anti-Russian.

This is a correlation that will be discussed at another time, but it is far from obvious one. Russia has no anti-Semitism; the Russian president is friendly to Israel and to the powerful Jewish Chabad movement. Russia has no white nationalism, and little of the alt-right. However, this correlation exists. Shall we explain it by Jewish hatred of the Orthodox Church, as this Church (active in Russia, Greece, Palestine and Syria) hasn’t been Jewified. Or should we prefer a more simple explanation: Jews are well integrated into Western elites, and they promote and support the goals of these elites.

However, people who can withstand accusations of anti-Semitism are the strongest enemies of the ruling power; they stand against the war with Russia and against attack on Syria, as the Haaretz newspaper explained in an article called White Supremacists Defend Assad, Warn Trump: Don’t Let Israel Force You Into War With Syria . The article continues: “Alt-right calls Saturday’s chemical attack in Damascus suburb a false flag operation, claiming it’s an effort by Israel and ‘globalists’ to keep U.S. troops in Middle East” It quotes David Duke and other untouchables as the only people who reject Israeli narrative.

Not being a white supremacist (probably I do not qualify) I still applaud these brave men when they say and do the right thing. Sensitivity to anti-Semitism accusation is a strong vulnerability of character. Though people like Corbyn have their heart in the right place, they are weak on this point, and the enemy uses this weakness to neutralize them. There are people in the left that are not afraid of any accusation, but there aren’t many who are resistant to metum Judaeorum.

Let us hope and pray we shall survive the forthcoming cataclysm.

Israel Shamir can be reached at [email protected]

This article was first published at The Unz Review

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