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Weak Spot - Chapter 61

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

We're hanging on by a thread in this week's chapter art by @mrabubu

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

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Fem!Reader References/Warnings: hospital stay, vomiting, healing, mental breakdown

You were exhausted by every definition of the word. As long as you were awake there was something there vying for your attention and it left you drained. From healing to tests to visitors, occurrences were all around you. Sleep came in inevitable spurts and felt like your only respite. Consciousness was a thing to be dealt with as much as you wanted otherwise.

Your friends came in pairs.

Your ex-roommate, Coral, had apparently shown up more than once while you were unconscious, but upon seeing you, eyes open for the first time, she burst into her first actual tears. It left the two turtles always in your presence a noticeable speechless as she rushed over, but kept from collapsing onto you. In time though, she was in your bed and regaling you in how she attacked Leo assuming he was the cause. Leo corroborated the story citing how alike the two of you were which then led to Coral finding out about the S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. suit debacle.

She reigned hell down on the blue turtle for even thinking to touch the automaton.

As amused as Donnie was about Leo’s beat down, his own bitterness dictated he bring up how Coral still had beef with his son.

Coral said that was all in the past and Leo was left sputtering on what appeal S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had to have charmed so many.

All the while, your nervous friend Nelson, who now lived with Coral, was fluffing a bouquet they had brought.

You heard Donnie throw him a comment about foliage and the two talked a quiet distraction as Leo sulked in a corner.

“So… Magic underground city.” Coral said, pushing your cuticles back even though you’d told her multiple times how much you hated it.

“It’s maybe another dimension?” You wanted to yank your hand free, but it would be too much effort.

She slowed, studying your nails. “You’re not going back, right?”

“No, I was already over it, but now…?” You sighed.

“Never.” Donnie cut through both conversations with bitterness.

“Good call.” Coral pointed to him without looking. “Sucks about your library though.”

“Library…?” Leo didn’t glance over as his phone was now in hand.

Donnie’s gaze pointedly narrowed where Nelson could see it.

Your nervous friend tilted his head with concern.

Leo heard the silence and it pulled his gaze. “The mystic library?”

“Leo…” You warned.

“If there’s a detail left out that can help the investigation…” Leo pressed back, sitting upright.

“It’s not related.” You decided.

“How would you know?” Leo bristled.

“Can you not bitch about Y/N’s memory loss? I’d suppress the thing too, damn!” Coral hissed.

“Sorry, I’m trying to cover my bases and make sure there isn’t a larger plot to kill them.” Leo mimicked her tone.

She glowered.

Donnie exhaled quietly.

Nelson gave him a sad smile.

Donnie took it with a slight nod.

You knew Nelson knew as much as Leo, but even he could sense the line.

“Them.” Coral spoke around her tongue. “Going soft, blueberry? Don’t you and grapes over here have mega beef?”

Leo was on his feet with furious eyes, but he stayed rooted in place.

Coral only cocked a waiting brow at him.

Leo’s gaze narrowed.

Her smile grew.

“Why don’t you talk motive then, detective sea rocks?” Leo walked over, gearing up for a challenge on the way.

“Omigosh, I’ve never heard that one before.” Coral feigned a gasp behind a hand before tucking an arm around you to appear more casual. “I’ll bite.”

“Please.” Leo pulled up a stool and took the position of the Thinker.

“We got vacation gone wrong and a jealous ex.” Coral shrugged as if that were obvious.

Donnie reared.

Nelson held up anxious hands.

Leo bit down on a bark of laughter. “Ex, huh?”

“Oh yeah, this has crime of passion written all over it.” Coral pointed at your bandages. “Don’t you think?” She lolled her head toward you.

You weighed your response before looking at your boyfriend. “Donnie’s never mentioned one.”

Donnie shot Coral specifically, an embittered look. “At best, the yokai in question was marked in my database simply because they were part of the police department. I have no greater notes and no further ties.”

“Knew you read turbo virgin.” Coral lowered her lids as if Donnie had walked right into her trap.

He only stared back.

Leo lasted one entire second before he began to cackle so hard it spun his chair.

It stung, but you knocked your head against Coral’s.

“Hey!” She squawked, more for your sake.

“Leave him alone.” You switched your grip as fast as you could and dug your nail into her nail bed.

“Ouch!! What the fuck!?”

“Yeah, it hurts!” You sent her your disdain.

She sent her own.

“Y/N’s injured…” Nelson felt the need to remind the room.

Coral ignored him and left her hand in yours. “It has to be something like that though. To drug ‘em both, but only hurt Y/N. From what you described, it sounds like they wanted Donnie to watch.”

“Not my name.” Donnie grumbled.

“I got you multiple birthday presents, I’ll call you whatever I want.” Coral smoothed out her fingertips to yours.

You could feel Leo picking up the tidbits of closeness and how it rendered him further confused.

“Evidence schmevidence.” Coral continued. “They had a hard on for purple.”

Leo tapped his stool. “Nothing we don’t already know.”

“How long was he on the force?” Coral was far more careful in examining the hand on your injured arm.

“Twenty three years.” Donnie replied.

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything to me.” She skimmed your digits. “How’s that fall into your timeline?”

“Coral, Leo’s here.” You sighed.

“So? Hey, blue balls, do you not know Plankton's backstory or what?” She didn’t look up.

Leo made a confused face at the nickname.

“You don’t know the back story.” You reminded her with a dull stare.

“I know some!” She huffed, proud. “Apparently more than pepper face.”

“I have two brothers. You aren’t coming up with an insult I haven’t already heard.” Leo seemed both amused and not.

Coral shined him an all too wide grin.

Donnie was caught in thought. “Records indicate he became a beat cop around the time I became official.”

You leaned your head on Coral’s shoulder.

She laid hers on top. “Official how? He must have met you then.”

Donnie either felt lonely or sensitive because he crept up to your side. “I have no such memory.”

You held out a hand for him and he took it.

“How old are you?” Leo looked at Donnie, tepidly.

“Vivisection placed me at approximately 35.” Donnie responded, keeping his gaze to your hold.

Leo made a disgruntled noise.

“Vivi…” Coral mouthed before the word sank in. “Who cut you open?!”

Donnie didn’t budge.

Coral checked with you, but you tucked your head away.

“He cut himself open.” Leo spoke with knowing disdain.

“How would you know!?” Coral glanced at him.

“I don’t, but I do. Look at how they just reacted.” Leo threw a hand up to gesture to you. “Besides, he used to always do fucked up shit to his body. I’m surprised he isn’t the one bed ridden.”

“Shame you’re so imprecise with that blade you supposedly trained your life with.” Donnie turned up hatred.

Leo’s body rose with a current of surprise and rage.

Nelson wandered into the line of fire. “U-uh w-we were talking about the common enemy!”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed. You have no sense of self perseveration, I swear. Nels, come here, stupid.” Coral removed herself from you and held out a hand.

Nelson resisted and stayed firmly in place between Donnie and Leo.

“Nels!” Coral growled.

The man in question shook his head.

Donnie stepped in closer behind him. “As good a time as ever for you to finally admit why you spared me that day.”

Leo didn’t break eye contact, but there was something unstable about him.

You didn’t know what Donnie was talking about.

“Y/N…” Coral pleaded with you.

You could barely hear her. “Donnie?”

Donnie laid a hand on Nelson’s shoulder.

You took it as an indication that he’d be safe.

Coral went to move.

Leo blocked her with a raised hand.

Her shoulders hunched, ready to strike if need be.

“You were eleven or twelve when you became an official villain.” Leo finally spoke and the entire moment disengaged.

No collective sigh had, the humans in the room wilted.

“Same as me.” Leo mumbled out the side of his mouth.

“Approximately.” Donnie steered Nelson back towards the bouquet.

“The yokai was six times your age.” Leo spoke his thoughts.

“Gross.” Coral chanced, still shaken.

You nudged her lightly and she spared you a downtrodden look.

Leo nodded. “Surprised a newbie cop survived… Especially one that failed to get on the force three times.”

You felt a pinch in your head and looked toward your water cup.

Nelson was closer and got it before Donnie could.

You thanked him quietly and drank.

“Why’s that?” Coral ventured.

“Someone almost single handedly wiped out the force.” Leo bobbed his head toward Donnie without looking.

“At twelve…?” Coral looked at Donnie then you.

You had no defense.

You kept your eyes down.

“Not so fun galavanting with a murderer.” Leo barely kept a sneer in line. “Who doesn’t know enough now?”

“Leo, shut the fuck up.” You spat bile.

Leo only snorted and folded his arms.

He closed himself off.

For a long moment there was quiet.

Then Coral picked at your blanket. “Antelope lived…”

You were the only one to look.

“The bastard.” Her eye was on your covered body. “Obsessed with becoming a cop means he’s prone to going all in. Who’s to say he didn’t get high off living through an encounter with the demon child?”

Donnie’s eye darted as he connected the dots.

Your head hurt.

This was hitting the limits of your interactions.

You also had physical therapy scheduled soon.

You were about to mention it when Leo piped up. “His family all worked city jobs. If you fold in the mystic library, however it fits, then he’s obsessed with some duty to the city.”

In a sudden slam of your skull you had a vague thought about sacred spaces before your stomach churned.

As if socked, you hunched forward on a gag. “Gonna vomit…!”

Coral was out of the bed and Donnie was around you with a pan. “I’ve got you. Let it out.”

You gagged and spit as he rubbed your back.

“That’s enough.” Leo spoke softly. “Visiting hours are over.”

“Y/N…” Coral mumbled.

“It’s…” You choked.

“Y/N is alright. You’ll come back?” Donnie asked for you.

“Of course… Don’t worry.” Coral headed towards the door. “Nels, seriously this time.”

“Yeah…” Nelson maneuvered around Donnie and shot Leo a vicious warning look as he passed that only you and the receiver seemed to see.

Leo was scorned as the two parted with apologies and goodbyes.

With nothing coming up from the nausea wave, you eventually laid back and cursed to the dead air of the room.

Heading home after a month in the hospital was tainted by what you now thought of as your chaperone. It didn’t matter that you had been in a coma for three of those weeks, but in the hospital it had felt like one thing; Leo was there as an added pair of hands when you were at your worst. He gave Donnie a break when caring for you which you were endlessly thankful for. His mischievous side paired with his convenient powers meant you had all the contraband you could ask for from anywhere in any world. He also had a command over nearly the entire staff and, just as Donnie alluded to, you couldn’t help but notice that your hospital stay had been a positive one because of it.

In your own home though, he felt like a freeloader.

Leo was no longer as useful with no one to manipulate and he had a clear fear of touching anything in your place. His entire being was now closed up and often placed in parts of the apartment that he deemed safe. While he never said it aloud, the dart of his eye and paranoia you had learned of him spoke to how painfully aware he was of the cameras monitoring his every move. This was compounded by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., a walking manifestation of a bug in Leo’s eyes, who stopped by routinely to drop off supplies. Your son was an antagonist whether he realized it or not and he pressed Leo whenever he had the chance because he deemed it fun. You loved the automaton dearly, but his rambunctious nature meant his visits were shortened. Donnie couldn’t mediate and you were left missing his smaller form to sleep with as the best sentient heating pad on the market.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s human sized form had already been enough of a shock to Leo, so you assumed it had been decided that any more information about your son was to be kept under lock and key.

It was something you had to surmise as several decisions had been made without you. You might have found a way to ask, but guilt was eating away at Donnie for his failings already. He had to bury enough in front of his foe, because of his ninpo, and on top of being your caregiver, which meant he looked ready to keel over. You wanted to support him, but you yourself were still casted for at least another month. The spica had been your nightmare and even though you could technically walk with crutches, the threat of the plaster breaking at your hips, as you had been warned, hovered over you like a blight.

You had been assigned an in-home physical therapy.

Another invader in your home, she was kind, but she was yet another thing to think about and another barrier for Donnie to mentally navigate.

There were also the other turtles. Leo had been forced to essentially move in, which meant Mikey and Raph made excuses to drop by. It was clear their nerves were frayed over their brother’s new housing situation as it was, to them, in a lion’s den. Though each man was independent, there was a clear separation anxiety if only because of trauma. It just so happened that the source of all that was themselves and your boyfriend. It showed on all four turtles faces that this situation was progressing for too long and you were the cause.

You didn’t feel at fault.

You wished your body would heal faster and Mikey had offered to hit you with more mysticism, but having talked to the youngest had revealed the many side effects that could have taken place which put Donnie’s waiting room arsenal into perspective.

You’d told him no, that you would do this the old fashioned way, and in classic Mikey fashion, he had already moved onto the next thing.

You wished you could too.

While your assailant was no longer alive, it had been upsetting to find that the investigation had been one closed for lack of evidence. They Hidden City considered it open and shut without further motive. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of another attack stemming or in general, but anxiety took up the very little left of your sanity. You were back to near chase level concerns and it was the only way you were glad the apartment was never empty. You avoided windows and doors, but being in your own bed helped to an extent.

Heal.

You just needed to heal.

Then process.

There was a mountain of feelings to process.

If it wasn’t you, it was Donnie.

If it wasn’t Donnie, it was Leo.

If it wasn’t Leo, it was the other turtles.

Then your friends.

Then your job.

Then, everything.

One total week of your new homebound hell and you’d hobbled over to the kitchen by request of your therapist. You tried not to cry as you looked up at the cabinet that held cups. There were so many things you needed to do in order to free up a hand to reach them. It had already been an aggravating stepwise process just to get over here and having to wrangle your crutches away and back once again zapped the rest of your energy. A psychic collapsing, you were on the verge of tears for nothing and you wilted right there against your own counter.

The barest sound, not even a snivel, summoned the two men.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, you good?”

There was no escape.

No where you could even cry in peace.

Not here.

Not in the bathroom.

You could yell.

You had yelled.

You’d snapped at Donnie more than once.

The ugly side of healing, your frustrations with yourself leaked out and leeched up at those around you.

For Donnie, he took everything in a careful stride. He knew you didn’t mean it and gave you space while he was still just within reach. It still affected him, however. He’d paper mached himself into a pasted shell, but the cracks were evident. No matter how many layers he put on to hide it, pieces like that weren’t meant to be jostled. If you could have kept it in, then he wouldn’t be cracked.

You also couldn’t discuss this as there were prying tympanum.

For those reasons, Leo became your target.

You hated that.

He accepted it all too easily.It felt wrong in how calmly he’d take the barrage.He wasn’t like Donnie where he understood why you were lashing out. With Leo, it almost felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for the punishment. It spoke of many things, all too haunting and not yours to deal with. As much as he’d stomped into your life, you couldn’t help, but grow a certain fond of him. He’d helped you, he helped your mate, and he did it all after he and the ones he loved most had been terrorized for almost two decades.

Tears ran currents down your cheeks and you huffed feeling the pain of crying.

The scar tissue around your liver sat like a rock in your abdomen.

Your shoulder muscles ached near constantly.

The healed line along your ribs was taunt skin that tugged if you bent at any angle.

The damn cast sat unrelenting around your hips and deadened everything.

You choked a sob and you sensed both men flanking you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Does something hurt?”

You only shook your head.

Irrational.

Was that the right word?

No, you had justification.

It still sucked.

“Leo!” You quacked out against the barrage.

You could tell the men apart without looking and turned to your right where he was standing with a certain amount of surprise. “Yeah?”

“I need… I need time with Donnie. Can you… go do something, I don’t know… Just for a while?” You hadn’t meant for the water works to sway him, but you felt how messed up your face was when you sent your plea.

It snapped Leo’s expression shut, but there was a haunted quality to his eyes.

You knew that.

You knew your messy emotions were a threat to Donnie’s ninpo.

You just wanted some damn time to grieve with your partner.

You hadn’t had a single real moment alone with him.

All of this thankfully seemed to translate because Leo eventually gave a curt nod. “Sure. I’ll go… out, I guess. Just for a bit, but you message me if anything, anything, happens.”

You agreed and watched him go.

You waited until the door clicked shut before turning on Donnie.

He wrapped you up in his arms the best he could and brought you close.

Was this the first real hug you’d gotten from him since leaving the hospital?

You despised that.

“It’s too much!” You were forced to give the emotions voice.

Donnie nodded into your head.

“I miss you! I hate this. I can’t…!” You rooted into his sweater.

He continued to rhythmically concur.

“And you…!” You pulled back and he loosened to give you space to.

Your hands sat useless against his plastron.

Having to keep your crutches to your body meant you could reach even less of him.

You were too addled to press him and he wouldn’t allow his emotional veneer to fall.

It was a new one that you loathed.

It was different from the one he used in public for safety.

This one clung to him sickly and all the time.

It was the one that kept his powers at bay.

Shut and locked away, your watery eyes morphed his expression.

It was selfish to think he’d cry along with you, but you wanted him to so badly.

You wanted him to be able to express his own anguish.

You knew it was there.

Trapped along with everything else.

“You…” You wilted against him.

He held your pieces together.

“I miss you…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t-!” You banged his plastron.

He did nothing.

“Don’t… do that.”

He was at a loss.

“You had to. I wouldn’t be here otherwise…” You pressed your forehead just above his pectoral scutes. “You saved me. Full stop, no cost.”

“Leonard-”

“Leo nothing!” You came up glaring. “You saved me! I’m talking about you!”

His face sat neutral.

Throwing your weight against him to steady yourself, you released both your crutches to grab at his head, unencumbered. He caught your waist for balance and you used his distraction to pinch and pull his cheeks as far apart as you could. His teeth appeared stretched and he made the faintest noise of discomfort.

“You can’t even churr…” You let go and did nothing to soothe what you knew stung.

You watched his lip move as he tried to conjure something, but nothing came so he sent a metered sad gaze down at you.

“You can’t…” A few more tears loosed. “You can’t anything…”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t help you. I can’t do anything. This all-!” You nearly bit your lip and huffed to let it quiver.

Donnie nodded, the strain showing in lines on his face. “My research is coming up bare.”

“Yeah?” You leaned in close, having figured he was up to something like that, but you hadn’t had a chance to really talk.

“It seems the rat destroyed the surviving Hamato documents in a fit of letting his sons free the shackles of their destiny.” You could tell saying the sentence alone almost made Donnie vomit.

You couldn’t lean up, but you tilted your head and he came down enough to accept a peck to the cheek.

“The rest are cagey about details.”

You ran your hands along his arms. “I guess that makes sense; if they don’t teach you then you can’t use it against them.”

“But we’re inexplicably tied because of it.” Donnie’s brow furrowed.

“You’re too dangerous to leave alone.” You sighed at the conundrum.

“Contained for so long…” He had a haunted edge to his eye. “It’s as though it aggravated the ninpo’s release. It doesn’t feel as though I can be put back within the tomb of my body. It flows violent and endless… Illustrative of me… I suppose.”

You squeezed him.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and I are scrounging for records. Ninpo differs heavily from mysticism. It’s far more powerful, but it’s…” Donnie sneered. “Nonsensical. You get it by trusting family? Why? The blue bastard mentioned saving the red rube, but he’d done that dozens of times prior to whenever they unlocked it.”

“Right…” The memory dawned on you. “You saw them before like they were and then they suddenly had powers.”

“They even changed outfits.” Donnie stuck his tongue out the slightest bit.

You felt your spirits raise with how cute the action was.

He noticed and sucked the pink bit back in.

You accentuated the purse of your lip.

He mentally chewed for a moment before darting down and licking your cheek.

You squeaked and giggled into him.

He relented for a few kisses before pulling away.

You hadn’t dared test it and the mood was terrible with Leo around, but you knew Donnie was worried what even the most innocent of romantic thoughts would do to his ninpo. The most touch you’d dared was when you’d have to me moved or stabilized. He relegated the work to his hands so it came as a shock a few days ago, when you’d given up after being unable to change your own shirt due to a muscle spasm. Donnie’s body had pressed yours while he helped you and the heat there felt like something new.

Your mind was pained by the deficit, but your body had forgotten so quickly.

You cuddled close to him and, for a moment, felt those thoughts were unwarranted; he was always here. “Not everyone can nail their suit on the first try.”

“I made a few upgrades over the years, but style wise…?” He let the sentence hang.

“Spooky.” You peeked up at him.

“You think I’m spooky?” He leaned down with a faint leer.

You nodded and kissed the tip of his beak.

“The stalemate stands, but it seems there’s been improvement?” He murmured, hovering close.

“With you, me, or them?” Again, you felt the weight of the many thoughts crushing you, but this time you felt them held mutually with your boyfriend.

“Me…” He had a starting edge. “This…” He tried again. “We haven’t gotten a moment like this.”

“It seems alright…?” You tested him by swiping an all too light finger along the side of his neck.

His eyes shut and he gave the faintest shiver.

Your finger danced at his collar.

His lids lifted and showed his clear gaze. “I would say so.”

You smiled into him.

He took a longing press from your lips before he came away with a chuff. “Your improvement isn’t linear, but is obviously occurring. That’s as to be expected and as for… them, we continue regardless of their existence.”

You felt a similar lightness in him and chased it with a nipping kiss.

He allowed himself to languish in it.

Reassurances.

Hadn’t you both agreed long, long ago that those were necessary?

“How long do we have before I need to finish my homework and walk back across the apartment?” You glanced at your fallen crutches and back to him.

He had the faintest little smirk and curled around you under the guise of gathering your sticks for you.

“Ten more…”

Pulling at the resistance band, you rattled with a whine as you didn’t think you’d make it.

Across from you, your physical therapist was standing close and you despised the thin layer of sweat coating your body. It was so little effort to have taxed you this much. She also could undoubtedly smell the BO. The worst of which had to be the cast which was building odor from the lengthy use. Having been in it for almost two months, it made sense, but it was yet another reason to despise the damn thing. Donnie and Leo had yet to say anything, but you could tell by the way they turned their beaks that the pungent odor was worse for them.

Humiliation on top of misery caused you to rush the last six reps.

“Woah, woah. We gotta go slow to build that muscle…” The physical therapist caught you immediately.

“Just a… second…” You wheezed.

She traded you a bottle of water and held the band as you drank it down greedily.

Nearby Donnie stood with an arm crossed against his torso and a hand covering the bottom half of his face.

As you came away panting from labor and oxygen deprivation from drinking too much water, you knew that to be his PT position. He assumed it in every session you’d had so far as he wasn’t allowed to be present for the ones in the hospital. You wanted to ask why he always appeared the same, but you hadn’t been able to. A literal workout, you only wanted to wash up and then bury the exhaustion afterward. By the time you were back to the barest energy levels, you tabled it because another session was the last thing you wanted to ruminate on. During, however, you’d see him and wonder.

Was he holding himself back?

Was it hard to watch you struggle?

Did he want to help?

He never once interfered or made a noise. He kept his distance unless coaxed, which would sometimes happen if the physical therapist needed to demonstrate how to do your homework-type exercises. She was only scheduled to come by three times a week so you were expected to continue even when she wasn’t around. He took that job with a severity and was a menace about you having exactly the right posture to maximize healing. You knew beside his search to control his ninpo, he’d been studying everything there was to know about your particular injuries, but neither field seemed to be progressing.

Leo, on the other hand, almost always used your sessions to nap. You were sure he was worried in the beginning. He probably thought Donnie would fly off the handle at seeing you taxed, but instead Donnie stood as an intent observer. Seeing that to be the case, Leo took these moments as time off. Never a guest, Leo had fallen into a fixture-like role in your home over the course of two and a half weeks. It never felt like he truly moved in, though he rarely ever left, which made him almost an odd lamp you wished you could toss out. The couch was where he frequented and you assumed he was hidden there where you couldn’t see. His break while you busted your butt stung worse than Donnie’s hovering. It’s not like you wanted him around while you worked out, but him acting like these moments were vacations made you want to snap the resistance band in his face.

Even if it sometimes felt like it, neither man looked down at you.

You could do this and it was the only other thing you thought Donnie might be thinking. As much faith as you had in him, he had equal droves for you. If he was watching to see each sweat droplet marking your progress, it filled your chest with pride. Even when you failed to complete a full set, your physical therapist still congratulated you and marked each time you were able to go even the tiniest bit farther. Donnie knowing and being there to see each time you improved helped your resolve. You’d push past this because you wanted to. He was there to see it and you’d show him exactly what kind of resolve his mate had in the face of adversity.

You really needed to confirm how he felt.

For now, unfortunately, you shared a readied look with your trainer and they nodded, setting you back up to continue. “You’ve got this.”

“Yeah…” You stretched out the phrase and put tension on the band.

A purple light lit up somewhere behind you.

Three occupants of the apartment shot to look with rigid fear as the fourth casually turned.

Donnie’s computer was glowing at maximum strength and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s little icon was jumping up and down on screen.

“That’s cute…” The physical therapist chuckled. “Did you download that?”

“Ah-ha… yeah…” That wasn’t exactly a lie, but you were still sweating over thinking Donnie had manifested a legion of artillery.

Donnie was in furious motion.

A small smile slipped on your lips as he was sure to scold S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. for scaring everyone even though he’d be careful in his wording to not admit that was the case.

What was curious was Leo scurrying around the corner and into the bedroom.

He had a nervous twitch to his brow and it took you an exhausted second too long to realize it was because he was running from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. It prompted a new kind of grin that Leo pointedly ignored.

“Hey, Lucinda, what’s shaking?” Leo played it cool and offered a fist bump.

Your physical therapist met it casually. “Oh, you know me now? Finally done ignoring me?”

“Not ignoring…” Leo leaned to one side and snapped a playful gaze right back. “It’s business. I’m on the job. Gotta act all tough and serious, you know!” He tucked his hands into his pockets and bobbed his broad shoulders.

“Uh huh.” She didn’t seem to believe it for a second and gestured for you to keep going.

You did exactly one rep before you had to stop. “Okay… no… You two know each other?”

“Oh yeah.” Lucinda said it like it was some kind of big thing.

“We go way back.” Leo joked the same way.

You stared on, unamused by the show.

Lucinda broke into a smile. “Fine, Leo here once forced his way into my old office to train.”

“Forced is a strong word…” Leo’s eyes rolled in a way that said he was avoiding guilt.

“He pretended to be an injured patient and then pelted us with a thousand questions until my boss got wind and yelled at him.” She clarified.

Leo made a sheepish high pitched noise that whittled down to a nervous chuckle. “I did get hired on though.”

“How’s Mikey?” Lucinda tapped your band.

You took a deep breath and went through your last reps.

“Good. He regained nearly all motor function, but he hasn’t quit the health nut bit.” Leo watched you with a trainer’s eye.

“I haven’t talked to him in a few years, but it was no joke. He was always onto some cutting edge stuff.” She seemed amused.

“You don’t live with him.” Leo huffed.

“You’re too hard on your family.”

“You know us Hamatos.” Leo banged his chest once to accentuate his tough plastron.

She sent him an arched brow that said she didn’t appreciate the joke.

Leo shined her a bright grin.

You drank a bit more from your bottle and let the pieces fall into place. “Mikey’s hands…”

The other two perked up.

“I thought this was a job?” Lucinda sent a suspicious glare towards Leo.

Leo pointedly looked away. “You know Mikey!”

“Cause Mikey gets around, right?” Her sarcasm cut thick and felt like a stark contrast to the concise person she was at work.

Leo laughed nervously before turning a wild gaze to you. “You know Luci here went into PT because she was a bully!?”

“Now, hold on!” She shot to her feet.

That spelt the truth for you and while you still wanted other answers, you were amused by their display.

“Yeah! She has a thing for making people hurt and figured this was the field to go in!” Leo cackled.

She had to jump, but she pinched his cheek and dragged him right down to her eye level. “In front of my patient!? Nu-uh!”

Leo couldn’t help, but laugh and you joined.

“If you know him, then you know he lies through his teeth.” Lucinda released him and dusted her hands.

“He’s always working an angle.” You remarked.

“Yes!” She pointed at you with a grin. “If he wasn’t a hero, he’d be a total grifter!”

“What’s that old bit? Selling stolen VCRs?” You mused.

“Yes!” She reached out and patted your good arm in appreciation.

“How old do you think I am?!” Leo looked between you two.

“Considering I just found out a little more than a month ago…?” You pretended to wonder.

“Month?!” Lucinda rounded on Leo again. “What is the deal here?”

“Yeah, Leo? What’s the deal?” You spread a grin on thick.

Leo held up his hands and his brow came down in irritation. “Come on… You don’t need to gang up on me!”

“Then explain! I’m not trying to assume anything, but it’s hard not to notice my patient’s partner is also green.” Lucinda folded her arms to wait.

You blinked once as the connection hit you.

The news knew Donnie as a masked villain from the turtle’s rogue’s gallery.

The truth was far more complicated.

You wondered if Leo had ever dealt with this before.

“You know what they say about assuming?” Leo had a stark edge.

You knew the joke, but his serious attitude just barely threw Lucinda off as she said, “No…?”

“They make an ass out of you and me.” Leo didn’t let up his serious nature as he clapped a hand to her shoulder.

It took exactly one second for the joke to hit her and she shoved him. “Ugh, I hate you!”

“She’s mad she couldn’t hurt me because I don’t have a poppable spine.” Leo held up a hand as if telling you a secret.

“Would you-!?” She swatted at him and he easily dodged while he continued to laugh.

“You know…” You did your own solemn positing.

Lucinda stiffened.

“You haven’t denied anything he’s said about you…” You marked the end of your sentence with a jeering grin.

Her lips flattened out into a caught line and it was her turn to assuage guilt. “That’s-! I mean-!

You pretended to wait.

“Fine!” She wilted. “I’m not a bad guy though! It’s my dad! He always had me walking on his back or pulling his arms and stuff as a kid! I loved the sound! So I might have bugged my friends and got a reputation for being the resident finger popper! Look how it turned out! All’s good at the end of the day!”

You gave her an affectionate smile. “That’s cute actually.”

“No, it’s not!” Leo bellowed and then openly shivered. “You two can’t hear just how loud those sounds are! There’s a fizz almost like soda between the joints! Eugh!!”

“And my boss wonders why you didn’t stay on…” Lucinda shook her head.

“That’s not why-!” Leo bit with a lighthearted edge.

“Why did you…?” The question leaked out from you even though it meant you interrupted.

The pair looked at you before Lucinda turned with a look that said she knew her story had been shared and thought she deserved to reveal something of her own. “I don’t know how close you are, so he might try to argue, but he hopped on to help his baby bro out at like 18ish. You still had a baby face then.” She turned to coo at Leo.

He sneered.

“He was real cagey about it, I just mentioned his whole fake spiel, but the boss took pity on him and hired him to clean up so he could unofficially work on the job.” Lucinda continued and bumped Leo to show she was doing it in good will.

He took it with a sigh.

“Those cracks on Mikey’s arms?” You asked before another thought hit you. “The tear in space time…”

“The what?” That was news to Lucinda.

“Hup-hup-hup!” Leo’s hands waved viciously between you and during the flurry he sent you a look that said you were right, but you needed to drop it.

“You know!” You quacked. “Because they look like the time rifts in movies!”

Lucinda evaluated both of you evenly before she gave a slow nod. “Yeah, they kinda do… Anyway, Mikey was a rough case. Terrible loss in coordination, muscle tearing, spasms… I really felt for him. The whole office did once Leo finally brought him around.”

Leo turned his head, oddly not liking this spotlight.

You studied him as he usually seemed more like one to preen.

“His recovery was… amazing.” Lucinda moved on. “Mikey was so motivated. He ended up always lifting spirits at the office.”

“He does group therapy now.” You offered.

“Of course he does.” Lucinda gave a smile that said she didn’t know it, but wholeheartedly believed. “Great kid. Both of you.” She slugged Leo affectionately.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leo brushed her off with a sly smile.

“Your turn.” Lucinda pointed at you.

“Next set?” You pulled the band up, ready.

“No, why this is all hush hush?” She gestured around.

Leo shifted, trying to cover how uncomfortable he was.

You kept your eye on him.

You guessed you didn’t blame him for still thinking the worst of you.

You weren’t his biggest fan, but he’d come through for you and Donnie in a major way.

In this instance, you couldn’t imagine throwing him under the bus. “Hero business.” You gestured down your half wrapped body. “He got sucked into dealing with my attack.”

“You were…!” Lucinda trailed off as she caught herself. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my place…”

“It’s okay. You’ve been amazing. You’re really good at your job.” You meant every word.

She smiled with a tinge or relief.

Leo was looking at you in a similar way.

Donnie made a small noise.

You all turned towards him.

He coolly glanced between the group before landing on Lucinda. “Something urgent has come up. I need to step out for a moment.”

“Sure. We got this. Right, Y/N?” She turned to you.

You were about to respond affirmatively when Leo cut in.

“What.” Leo’s flat tone held accusation instead of question.

Donnie only flicked him a glance.

“Donatello…” Leo spoke weighty, painfully aware of the company.

“I’ll be nearby.” Donnie relented that much before looking at you.

With no indication on his facial features, you saw in his eyes that this was something wholly necessary and had to do with his ninpo research.

You turned to Leo and hoped you betrayed as little as Donnie. “You still remember how to do this, Leo?”

He resisted looking away from Donnie before his eyes fell to you and the resistance band in your hand.

“Sure.” There was a tart quality to his voice before he reached for the rubber. “Sure, yeah. I use these to warm up at the gym.”

Donnie gave you one last look that had a tinge of longing before he departed.

Leo demonstrated stretching the band behind his back and Lucinda pushed you to try the as of yet attempted advanced maneuver. It pinched your shoulder, but she held your arm, ready and testing, to make sure you could execute safely. You manage three tugs before you wilted in pain and she passed you a cloth to dab your sweat.

“Amazing. Seriously. You’re really working hard and I can tell you aren’t skimping when I’m not around.” She soothed you.

You hummed a sort of laugh into the towel. “The walks around the apartment suck the most.”

“Oof when we get you out of the cast and onto the bars?” She sympathized.

You groaned lightly until a chirpy ringtone went off.

You pulled your towel down to find Lucinda making a tight face and looking at a phone in her hand. “I apologize. I don’t normally take calls while working, but…”

Her eyes were glued to her screen and you sensed a problem. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” She answered. “Hello?”

You watched her walk into the living room and sank where you were propped at the edge of the bed.

Leo was looking to the side as if he could see through the walls to where Donnie had gone.

“He’ll be right back.” You tried to calm him.

Leo said nothing and slipped his hands into his pockets as he waited.

Lucinda’s voice grew worried and both of you were soon trying your best not to pry as she came over with a fit waging on her features. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m going to have to cut today’s treatment short. Something… I need to-”

“Everything okay?” Leo turned, his eyes examining.

“My mom fell. She’s already at the hospital and they say she’s stable, but I need to go.”

“Go, go.” You urged. “I’ll work through what we’ve done before.”

“Thank you. Hold onto the equipment. We’ll pick up with your session in two days.” She went for her bag nearby. “Actually, Leo can lead. Leo try some passive internal rotations and elbow extensions if possible. Otherwise, cool down.”

“You got it, boss.” Leo snapped his finger into pointing at her. “I’m sure your mom’s tough, she raised a bully after all.”

Lucinda snorted and waved him off with additional goodbyes as she left.

For a moment you both sat in silence.

“So... Passive… what now...?” You tried the air.

Now having his worries double, Leo looked at you with a waning expression before he wadded up the band. “Okay, we’re seriously doing this. Uh… Let’s see…”

“Why’d you say it like that?” You held a confused look and reached for the band.

“Maybe because I haven’t done PT in years?” He mirrored you and slapped your hand away.

“Hey!”

“So passive internal rotations work your supraspinatus…” He circled as if looking for something. “We need something long. Hey, do you have his stupid stick?”

“Are you joking right now?” You gave him a dull stare.

“No. It’ll work really well for this.” Leo approached you with an even temper.

“He keeps his bo on him.” You shook your head lightly.

“Damn.” Leo folded his hands on his hips. “The band is too stretchy. How about a big ruler?”

“Leo.”

“What’s it called? A yard stick?” Leo again did a little turn. “What else would be straight…?”

“Leo.”

“We could skip it for elbow extensions, but those are tougher…” He gave a weighty sigh, his eyes still moving.

“Hey.”

“Maybe we could sneak a curtain rod? There’s enough of them…” He looked past you to glare at the layers behind you on the windows.

He didn’t seem to hear you.

“Or this… thing?” He gestured to the canopy where the drapes were temporarily pinned out of the way.

He apparently also couldn’t remember he could portal to get anything he needed.

“It’s too clean!” Leo took a step that you clocked as nervous. “There’s stuff, but this place is…”

You tilted your head, studying him more carefully.

Like a slow cropping of data, you saw him piece by piece.

The barely there worried crease of his brow.

The way his lips kept parting the slightest amount.

The constant rove of his pupil.

His entire body was one twitch away from spasming.

“Leonardo.”

You watched the jolt happen in real time before he looked at you.

His gaze betrayed him.

It wasn’t that you called to him, it was how.

That was how Donnie said his name.

It made sense and you felt your expression sadden.

There it was again.

Everything was too much and you’d missed something so obvious.

It was like Leo though, you thought, to be the best at bearing the burden. Similar to how he accepted when you lashed out, it was his curse brought upon himself as you’d always seen it. He took his duty as his life and the current of which was basically cohabiting with the person who he considered had ruined it. His paranoia hadn’t evaporated just because he’d seen a new side of Donnie, he’d simply saddled up with his biggest fear so long that he’d grown a certain amount of numb to it.

He was also clearly entrenched in a never ending panic attack and his little naps during your physical therapy took a new light.

Donnie hadn’t been sleeping at night, but he had the dual excuse of fearing for his ninpo slipping in his sleep.

Leo had to keep one eye open from the couch.

“Why’d you…” He had almost a laugh to him though it was soaked in a certain level of misery he couldn’t keep out of his voice. “… say it like that?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while.” You couldn’t move so you reached for him.

He only looked at your hand and twisted the resistance band up between his own.

It acted as a shield.

He had to keep his barrier.

“Leo… Do you need a sec-?”

“Elbow extensions!” He cut in, his eyes wild and unfocused. “Okay so let’s see how high you can reach!”

At this rate he was going to break.

Something was making this worse.

What was it?

Had he been at his limit?

What had pushed him?

You tried to trace back, but found little.

You reached up lightly in hopes he’d feel compelled by how you hadn’t dropped your gesture.

“How high!” He repeated as if he were the unseen coach on a television set.

You moved to raise your arms and felt the pull in your shoulders. “Leo, I’m not so sure-”

“Push it!”

“Leo!” Your hands just barely surpassed your head, but the muscles in your healing shoulder locked.

“Shit.” In a quake, his gaze honed and he came closer. “Hold still. Try not to drop it.”

“That’s easier said than done…!” Your expression pinched.

He fought against himself before slinging the resistance band over his shoulder and cupping his hands around your rotator cuff. “Slow, we’ll work it down. What was I saying…?”

“What’s going on?” You had unintentionally caught him.

“Don’t.”

“Leo.”

“This isn’t fair.” He pressed lightly into the muscle.

You jumped, but made it did little more than strain your insides.

He gave a soothing shush and rubbed with a lighter touch. “It’s a cramp. Give it a second.”

“In that second, you could tell me-”

“I’m not doing whatever you think I will. Not here. Not ever.” He glared at your arm instead of you.

Not here.

That was an odd specification.

Leo had been holding back.

He had his own emotional mask.

He paraded as a habit.

There was more than he let on.

You wished you had a better read on him.

You felt out of sorts.

Your usual prowess was diminished by the many stressors.

How could you pay attention when there was too much to watch?

You felt like sludge.

A dozen mental monitors were on and all of them vied for your attention.

In a single blink, you were sending a wide gaze to Leo.

His lips flattened out as if caught.

You watched a bead of sweat pock his forehead.

It wasn’t enough to trickle, but it was there.

He still had your arm.

It had yet to loosen.

“Darling Protocol.”

It was enough that Leo stopped.

“Cut all feeds until Donnie returns.”

For you, nothing had changed.

For Leo, he seemed struck as if the command was for him.

Then his gaze rose.

He moved, still holding you and looked around the corners of the room.

“Leo…?” You tested in a tiny voice.

“They’re… off…” He rolled wariness to you.

“It’s just us.”

“That’s worse!” He shouted.

He was too close and you winced. “I thought that’s what you want-!”

“Well you're wrong!” He pressed too hard into rubbing your shoulder.

You squeaked in pain for a moment before your arm suddenly drooped.

Leo shot several feet away and looked at you like he might explode.

“That’s…” You were extremely careful in testing your shoulder in a roll. “… way better. Wow.”

“Turn them back on! What was with that name? What is wrong with you!? It’s always something! Always you!”

“What are you talking about?” You exhaled irritation. “I thought you might want a break from the cameras. I’m trying to help! You’re the one acting like you’re caged up!”

“Yeah, because I’m locked in here with you!”

You stared at him openly.

His eyes sat enormous and trapped.

“With… me?”

He shook and wrapped a hand around his throat. “Fuck. Forget it! Just forget I said anything!”

“Leo.” You looked for your crutches.

“You’re stuck!” He pointed and saw an opening where nothing had changed. “I can go over here and you can’t do a thing about it!” He headed toward the partition.

“You sound like you’re five! You’re really going to run!?” You shouted after him and your helplessness drowned you in droves. “What do you mean me!? Shouldn’t it be Donnie?!”

“Donnie!?” He mocked your voice and came far enough around the wall to send an incensed gaze. “I’m not scared of him! I’m scared of you-!!!”

The slap of his hand against his mouth was so loud it echoed.

You had no idea what was happening.

Each consecutive action he made seemed newer than the last.

Your powers of perception were a joke.

You didn’t know a single thing.

Your lips parted, but he moved first.

“Fuck!!!” He socked the wall so hard that cracks split and crawled around the edges. “Oh, fuck that’s worse…” He stared at his damage and wobbled further out into the open where you could see him. “No, no, no… What am I-?! Fuck! I haven’t been to the gym in months! I’m-!!!”

You could only watch as he fell apart.

Shreds of him unraveled with a spool and he made it a few more steps on a wobbly form. “Keep it together. I can keep it together.”

“You don’t have to…” You whispered as quietly as you could.

“I don’t have…” He mimed it back. “No…” He stabilized in a slouch. “Yeah, I don't. No. I’m fine. I’ve been fine. I’ll be fine.”

The whole of him lost mass like a dropped ball of yarn.

“Cool down. You need to finish your exercises.” He marched over, a snag still caught and he lost more of himself on the way.

You couldn’t believe he was trying to drop this.

“Close your eyes.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to look at that pathetic face. I’m not going to explain.”

“Are you telling me or you?”

“It’s a trick. You're trying to trick me and I’m not playing.”

“Stop answering then.” You sharpened your glare.

“I-!” He breathed hard as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.

“Are you scared of Mikey too?”

Leo reared. “Why would I be?”

“He’s always trying to get you to go to therapy.”

Leo barked a single acidic laugh. “What? You think you’re helping me?! You have no idea!”

“Then tell me!”

“No!”

“Then stop acting out!”

“I’m not!”

“You cracked a wall because you’re scared of some human!”

“I’m not scared of you!”

“That’s not what you said!”

Leo rose as high as he could without going on the tips of his toes.

Instead of menace, you saw the last strings of his will holding him up.

The slightest press would cause what was left of him to unfurl and he’d be nothing more than a long line of everything he’d ever done.

You had a choice.

You could be his undoing or you could leave it be.

“Leo.”

You spoke.

He listened, his mouth a thin line.

You reached up with your good hand to gesture to your bad shoulder.

On his mirrored body, that’s where the resistance band still hung.

He loosely puppetted as you directed and, as he brushed it, it startled him.

You watched his gaze narrow more and more as he pulled the thing down to cradle in his palm.

A loose and floppy bit of rubber, he looked as though he’d sob over its lifeless body.

Instead he shifted his grip and wound the edges around his fists.

Then he pulled the band across his body and for a blissful moment, he wasn’t here.

He was at his beloved gym and his thoughts were clear.

He spoke.

“I don’t hate you. I’m not… scared scared of you, but damnit, Y/N.” He pulled the band as far apart as it would go and you thought it might snap. “I can’t… keep pretending like being around you is fine and dandy. I knew what to expect from Donatello. I knew…” The edge came again and he yanked so hard you saw a tear form in the middle of the band. “I knew…” Coiling his hands another loop, this time he pulled as if he had the intention to break it. “I knew-!” In a rapid bungee bounce, it split and both sides whipped him. “I knew I would never reach him! I banked on it! I pushed the others back after their attempts! I wouldn’t let them get closer! That left me! Did I think I could do it? Fuck no! I didn’t think I could do a single thing, but that’s what you do when you care! You stick your neck out again and again! You do everything you can! You put your life on the line! You show them-! You show them-!”

His own twine snapped, his entire being drooped.

“You know what I am?”

Your heart beat heavy in your chest.

“I’m…” He had to look away, loose straps of rubber dangling in his hands. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this.”

You fisted the loose sweats that fit over your cast.

“I’m jealous.” He told you, his eyes glazed.

You felt your own well.

“I’m jealous of you.” He doubled the effort and with it came pressure on his lips. “I’d buried it so goddamn deep. That’s where it was supposed to stay, but no! You couldn’t leave it alone! You kept digging! Every time! Every single time! Until you dug it out of me! I’m scared of that! I’m scared of what you keep doing to me! To us! You could have dropped it! I treated you like shit! You were supposed to drop it! You were supposed to leave. You weren’t supposed to make it! You were going to be my excuse! You would have been the final straw! Enough! So that I could finally… make it make sense! We made sense! We’d given up! That’s how we were! It wasn’t happy, but it was what we…!” He dropped the pieces he clung to.

Your throat swallowed your heart.

“I was a hero.” He hunched into himself. “I was the best. I was the leader. I saved everyone. I couldn’t save-!” He choked and sent prayers toward you. “You did it over a fucking sandwich!!!”

Tears loosed and dotted your hands.

“My family is all I have and I couldn’t save him…!” Leo’s knees hit the ground so hard it covered up the raw shout slicing his throat right before he went ghostly quiet. “I’m so tired.”

You pressed your hands to your chest to keep yourself in check.

He didn’t need your tears.

He didn’t need anything more from you.

No matter how, this was your doing.

“I only ever needed my family…” Leo wept.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t do anything.

You could only watch.

Leo shook out a few more tears before he held a hand up as if grabbing a pole.

A sword appeared in an etching of blue and from it he sliced into the floor and opened a portal.

He then drew his other limb, heavy as lead, up from his side where his phone was picked from his pocket.

He punched a few numbers in and stared over the abyss he’d created.

“Mike.”

You couldn’t hear the other line.

“Code green. Portals in the strategy room.” Leo pulled his phone away and you watched as his thumb slammed the end call button.

He then moved methodically, as if to sip elixir from the blue pool, and dipped his hand into the portal.

His arm jostled from some movement on the other side and then his muscles went taunt under his sweater as he pulled.

He fell.

Straight down and out of the apartment and, like a swapped mirror, Mikey was thrust up and out.

The younger brother spun around, clearly confused as he floated above the portal until it disappeared.

He then searched around until his eyes landed on you and he soared over.

“Are you okay? What was that? What happened…?” Mikey hovered close and gingerly took your shoulders.

It was the right amount of pressure and sobs broke free from you.

Mikey held you close and asked no more.

You didn’t hear the front door click, but you did hear Donnie’s voice. “I apologize. That call was… of… the…!”

He ran.

“Don-na-tello…” Mikey croaked through snivels.

“What’s…?”

As soon as you sensed Donnie close enough you shot your bad arm out, caught a fistful of his top, and yanked him in.

Mikey moved to one side and you clutched both of them to keep them together. It took Donnie several long minutes until he brought an arm around you.

💜NEXT💜

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A polycule with all the Rebel Rejects?! Say no more I may feint from joy! jokes aside that would be cool, BUT as I've come to learn writing and coding PolyRoms can be insane and taxing so while yeah cool and desired I can enjoy this game 100% without it. Since I'm here I'd love to get the RO's reacts from being gifted a self made teddy plush (or whatever their fav animal is) from the MC.

Anyways I hope you're doing well, sending good vibes and well wishes your way.

Hey! Yeah I'm sure it'll be quite the task, but I think it'll be a really fun path to write even if it is pretty challenging. Everyone is so excited about it which just makes me want to write it that much more! Ok moving on to this super cute scenario! Let's say that they are already official and this is the first gift MC is giving them while dating. And they're just hanging out in MC's dorm room.

Roxanne/Robbie: *MC hands Ro a handmade wolf plushie* Aren't you just as sweet as can be. *grabs MC's chin and places a soft kiss on MC's lips* Thank you. *looks deep into MC's eyes* This is one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

Joleen/Johnny: *MC hands Jo a handmade dog plushie* Oh! Oh wow it's so cute. You're... just...how're you so great? *gives MC a sweet kiss on the cheek*

Delphine/Desmond: *MC hands De a handmade turtle plushie* This is so adorable, just like you. Now I need to give you something. Are you hungry? *MC says yeah and tells De what they're craving* Ok let's go to the store I'm making you dinner. *grabs MC's hand as they head out*

Rina/Ren: *MC hands R a handmade tarantula plushie* Thanks. It's really...*cracks a smile* creepy cute. *MC asks if they like it* What do you mean? *tackles MC, and looks down at them* Of course I like it. Plus you made it with your own hands, which just makes it that much more special. *gets shy and scrambles off of MC*

Everly/Everett: *MC hands Eve a handmade dog plushie* A token of your affection, handmade just for me. *wipes a faux tear* I am in awe and truly touched. *MC cracks up laughing* I really do love it though. I'm going to take it everywhere and make sure everyone knows that it was made just for me by MC. *gives MC a lingering kiss*

Karla: *MC hands Karla a handmade cat plushie* Thanks babe. *cheesy grin* It's so cute, you're so cute. How did I get so lucky? *sighs, and traces thumb over MC's lips* You're just...never-mind I don't want to get to sappy.

Faye: *MC hands Faye a handmade chinchilla plushie* OH MY GOD! This is so freaking cute! You made this? Oh my God. *gets teary eyed* Thank you...so much. Sorry I don't want to make this weird, it's just rare that people do things for me... *Hugs MC super tightly, pulls back and tries to laugh of the serious moment* You're too sweet. *boops MC on the nose*

Sebastien: *MC hands Seb a handmade lion plushie* Mon cœur ne supporte pas autant de soleil. You continue to amaze me. *pulls MC in for a sweet, but firm kiss* Let's go out you, me and notre petit lion. Suddenly I'm in the mood for something sweet, my treat of course. (roughly translates to my heart can't handle that much sunshine and our little lion)

Maxine: *MC hands Max a handmade hedgehog plushie* I love it! The perfect addition to my little collection. How many have you made me now? One for every birthday since you learned how...so this is 4. I will continue the theme of naming them after famous actors. There's Helena Hedgeman Harter, Halle Hedgeberry, Hugh Hedgeman, and this one will be Heath Hedger. *MC and Max erupt into a fit of laughter*

Silas: *MC hands Silas a handmade dog plushie* Thank you MC. *pats MC on the head* This is very sweet, I'll put it somewhere safe. *MC asks Silas what he means* What do I mean? I mean I really love it, I just can't let anyone see it, not yet. I don't want anyone asking questions, ending up with us getting caught. I really like you, we just have to stay under the radar until you're no longer my advisee. *pulls MC close and give them a soft kiss, and sighs* Thank you for being so understanding.

#interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #themuse if #if: themuse #extras

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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years

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So I just read the rise!donnie x reader x rise!leo where leo asks the reader out at the end and I'm already OBSESSED. I love your work so much and you have made me so happy with your writing. I would be over the moon if you wrote part two where Leo and the reader go on their date along with Donnie's reaction to them dating. Keep up the amazing work you beautiful person

aww thank you,, I'm so glad u like my work, i appreciate it!! ^-^

so I'm writing two endings for the story (one where the reader ends up with Donnie, one with Leo) per the request of my bestie <3

here's the ending where u end up with Leo! enjoy!

(and here's the link to part 1)

(and here's the link to the donnie ending!)

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ part 2!

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You considered staying out in the living room with Leo for a while, but he looked on the verge of tears, so you quickly excused yourself to go see Donnie.

He was in his lab, hard at work on an improvement to one of the shell hogs. It was suspended in the air so he could reach it, and he was tinkering with the engine, his mechanical arms carefully maneuvering the tiny components inside. His goggles were down over his eyes and he didn’t even glance over as you walked in.

“Grab that off the table, will you?” he said immediately, gesturing vaguely in a general direction.

You scanned the tabletops near where he’d gestured and picked up the thing that looked most like what-he-probably-needed. He was still holding out a hand, waiting, and you pressed it into his palm.

“Thanks.” It seemed to be the right thing; he closed his fingers around it.

You plopped yourself down on a nearby chair and rested your chin on the back of it and watched him work.

Leo asked you out. Leo liked you. It was circling in your mind. You were going out with Leo. Dating Leo. Dating? Did you need to go out on multiple dates to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend? Boyfriend. Girlfriend. You’d never dated anyone before.

And you couldn’t help feeling like you’d betrayed Donnie.

He doesn’t like you, you reminded yourself. He’s never liked you. Just move on.

Did you tell him you were dating his brother now? Or should you tell him later?

Donnie was completely absorbed in his work at the moment. He still hadn’t looked over at you; every single one of his hands was busy.

Ordinarily you would sit and watch him, admire the curve of his neck and the deftness of his hands and the quickness behind every movement. But you were picking at your fingernails and Leo was in the living room and finally you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Hey,” you said, “I’m going to go back out, okay? To see your brothers for a bit. Text me if you need me?”

One hand gave you a thumbs-up.

“Cool beans,” you said, and slid off the chair.

Leo was sitting at the bottom of the skate ramp, reading a comic. He glanced up when he saw you walking in, and you watched his eyes dart around uncomfortably.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hi,” he said.

You’d known Leo for about a year now, and what you knew of him was that he was loud and confident and unstoppable, but quiet and calm when you talked alone together. But never uncomfortable or wordless.

You sat next to him on the ground.

“Can I read one of your comics?” you asked after a moment.

“Oh. Yeah.” There was a stack next to him, so you reached for the top one. Jupiter Jim vs. The Clogged Toilet. A classic.

You read in stiff, stiff silence for a few minutes, neither of you absorbing many of the words you read.

“When are you available? For… dinner?” Leo said, finally.

“Um. This weekend, I think.” You stared down at the comic.

“Cool. Saturday?”

“Yeah. Saturday.”

“We can go to Run of the Mill Pizza,” Leo suggested.

So he wouldn’t have to wear a disguise at all, you understood.

“Sounds good!”

“Cool,” he said. You looked over at him. He was already looking over at you, his eyes soft and scared.

You blushed and looked back away.

It was weird. He’d always been so much quieter when you were one on one. But never quite so soft.

“Cool,” you said. “So. Um.”

“Do you want to play a game? Or something? Just do something? Together?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

There was something awkward between you. Like muscles that hadn’t been moved in a while, tense and stiff and hard. But you went down to the arcade, and the more you played the looser the air got, until you were both laughing again and slapping each other like normal.

“HA!” you screamed, watching the air hockey puck shoot directly into Leo’s goal. The score counter beeped and blinked. You’d won. “In your FACE, Leo!! In your FACE!”

Leo screamed back at you. “You cheated!! You cheated!”

You were already bouncing up and down. “I won! I won!”

“Cheater!!”

“I did not cheat! You’re the cheater! And I won anyway!” You cackled.

Leo rolled his eyes and scoffed and smiled and conceded the victory. “Another round?”

You shook your head, rotating your wrist. “My hand hurts. Let’s watch a movie?”

You were on opposite ends of the couch, watching the Jupiter Jim marathon on channel 8, when your phone buzzed on your lap. You glanced at the screen. It was a text from Donnie.

“Donnie wants me back in the lab,” you said apologetically, standing up. “Sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow. And then Saturday.”

“Cool,” he said.

“Cool cool.”

You didn’t speak much to each other on Friday. It was almost like a silent agreement between the two of you: save it for Saturday. Save it for Saturday.

You enlisted April’s help to prepare. “I’ve never gone on a date before,” you confessed, and April exchanged a sly look with Mayhem.

“We got you,” April declared, cracking her knuckles, as Mayhem settled in on your lap, shutting his eyes and starting to purr.

April lined your eyes with eyeliner, brushed glitter across your eyelids, brought out a few spots on your face with highlighter, dabbed concealer onto a few other spots. “Last but not least,” she declared, holding up a tube of lipstick with a brush applicator. “Pucker up. This stuff is the BEST! It won’t rub off by itself for the next twelve hours, I guarantee you.”

She rifled through your closet and found an outfit for you -- cute and stylish and comfortable and very much You-- and then listed off some first-date advice.

You barely absorbed any of it. Your palms were slick, damp, sweaty; your head was starting to swim. A date. A date with Leo. A. Date. With. Leo.

You waited for him in front of the portal entrance to Run of the Mill. The restaurant entrance typically wouldn't let humans enter unaided.

The two of you had agreed on 6:30. You arrived at 6:28. Leo rushed up at 6:32.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “I was just --”

His jaw fell open as his eyes suddenly registered and took you in.

“You look great,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to dress up --”

You giggled and reddened and made a motion like you were swatting his compliment away.

“You look fine,” you reassured him, coloring deeper. “I… I feel overdressed.”

“Well. I wish you’d overdress more often.”

You blushed harder than you ever had in your life; it burned over your cheeks and eyes and neck. He was settling down. He was getting comfortable. And the more relaxed he seemed, the more uneasy you felt.

He grinned at you and bowed slightly, extending one blue-wrapped hand. “After you, m’lady.”

Señor Hueso greeted you once you stepped inside. “Ah, pepino,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “And his lovely date for the evening. I have a booth set aside, as you requested. Follow me.”

He led you to a booth in a darkened corner of the restaurant and lit a candle in the middle of the table while you sat down. “Anything I can start you with?”

“Your finest sakurayu, please.”

“And I’ll have a water,” you said.

Senor Hueso nodded and walked away.

Leo cleared his throat and leaned his head onto his hand. “So. How’s it going tonight?”

“I’m very nervous,” you said, honestly. “Feel my hands. They’re sweaty.” And you reached out your hands towards Leo across the table, suddenly very aware of how weird a thing it was to do.

He touched your palms. “Wow. Yeah. Sweaty.” And his fingers lingered.

Your heart pounded. You felt sparks against your skin, electricity spidering out from where his fingers rested.

You pressed your own fingers against his own palms and he colored deeply and yanked his hands away, and made a wheezy pun about the restaurant, and then stared awkwardly at the tablecloth.

Your chest relaxed a bit. Awkwardness was easier for you to deal with than confidence was.

Señor Hueso brought your drinks, and took your dinner order.

“Sakurayu?” Leo offered, pouring some into a cup.

“Sure.” You took the cup and sipped at the edge of the tea sloshing inside. “Thank you.”

“It’s tea made from cherry blossoms,” Leo said, pouring himself a cup. “In Japan, it symbolizes beginnings.”

His eyes flicked up to yours. Waiting. Begging. Embarrassed.

“Happy beginnings,” he said.

“Happy beginnings,” you said back.

He held your hand the entire way back home.

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And so you date.

You hung out as usual during the week -- you came over to do your homework, or sit in the lab with Donnie and be experimented on, or hang out with whoever else was available.

But you dated on the weekends.

You’d get food, or explore the parks, or watch movies; or whatever else you felt like doing, as long as you were together. It’s sweet, you’d think. Leo is sweet.

You’d been going out for three months when Leo first used the L-word.

You were walking together in your favorite park, bundled up against the gentle snowflakes, and you grabbed his hands and pulled him off the path with you.

The two of you traipsed through the park together, kicking up snow with your feet, flinging wet sloppy glovefuls at each other and screaming with glee, sticking out your tongues to catch snowflakes, and throwing some firmer snowballs; and then you trip and stumble and crash down together into the snow buildup.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay??” you panted, still giggling, crawling over to him, and in return he grabbed you and pulled your body close to his.

He was kissing you, suddenly, and you were gasping for breath against his lips and then he was kissing you again, and again, slower and softer and slower and softer each time, until your mouths were just gently touching, gently, barely.

Your cloudy breaths warmed each other’s faces.

His hands were intertwined with yours and you could hear the heartbeat in his throat, quick and steady and loud.

He kissed you again.

This one was gentle, and slow, and delicate, but it brought the blood rushing into your cheeks and you began to see sparks at the edges of your vision.

Your eyes were shut, your lips still parted, when he broke away this time, and he kissed both of your cheekbones and then the space between your eyebrows.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered, and your face felt numb and cold, and his forehead was touching yours.

“I’m in love with you,” he said again, like he was surprised to hear it out loud, and then he framed your face with his hands and stared at you for a minute. “I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t say it back. You didn’t know if you could. You didn’t know if you should.

But he didn’t press the subject. He just kissed the top of your head and pushed himself to his feet, and reached out both hands to help you up.

When you left the park to walk back to the sewer for hot chocolate, he didn’t grab your hand. But he left his fist open, waiting, right where you could reach it. Asking you a question. Do you want to hold my hand? And, by extension, Do you want to be with me? And then, by extension, Do you love me?

You stared at the roughness of his knuckles and the curves of his arm. Did you love him? Did you love him?

And you thought about Donnie, and your heart hurt; and then you looked back at Leo.

You held his hand the entire way back home.

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You hadn’t able to stop thinking about it. Love? Love? Do you love Leo? Is it too early to know?

But if you love Leo, what does that mean for Donnie?

You sat in your bedroom, staring at the wall, drumming your fingers on the bedspread, trying to think, trying not to think.

Do you love Leo? And what does that mean for Donnie?

You’d wanted Donnie for so long. It was hard to imagine yourself living without that.

And yet --

Donnie was your best friend, yes, but you didn’t think he'd ever want you Like That. Ever.

And Leo was soft, and funny. And he liked you. A lot. He checked in on you as often as he could and he knew all of your favorite orders from your favorite restaurants and he FaceTimed you when neither of you could sleep.

He liked you, a lot. He cared for you, a lot.

Let go, you told yourself. Let go.

And you were sitting in Donnie’s lab, and he was attaching a helmet to your head, and usually you wouldn’t be able to breathe, his plastron was so close to your face and his hands were tracing over your skull, but you felt so calm. So quiet inside. So steady.

Your mind was reaching for Leo.

You smiled slightly at Donnie when he sat back, finally satisfied with the placement of the helmet.

“Ready?”

You gave a thumbs-up, afraid that you’d mess up the placement of the helmet again if you spoke or nodded.

“Good.” He pulled a lever.

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While you were coming to the understanding that you needed to let Donnie go, Donnie was coming to the understanding that he needed to let you go.

He’d liked you ever since you first met, when you’d walked back into his lab thirty minutes after meeting him, ready to test.

You listened to his ramblings and really paid attention to his machines and he liked you, very much.

He hadn’t realized quite what that meant until he learned that Leo and you were going out.

It had been like a knife in the back, an ice bucket over the head -- shocking, and unexpected, and very, very cold.

He’d worked vigorously in his lab for a week, trying to distract himself until his brain sorted out all of the puzzle pieces.

Of course. He felt so distressed about you dating Leo because his feelings for you went beyond the love of a lab partner. He like-liked you.

And now you were Leo’s girl.

Did this hurt him? Yes. Of course. He wanted to gag every time he saw you lip-locked, oblivious to the world.

But you seemed happy. So, so happy.

Maybe that's what love is, he thought. Sacrificing everything so the one you love can be happy.

He watched you recite the numerals that the helmet was projecting into your brain.

He’d never really felt anything like this for a girl before.

Was it even possible to just let this go?

He curled his fingers around the edge of his desk and hit the kill switch. You stopped talking as the numerals faded away.

He jotted down his notes.

“Fantabulous,” he said, reaching forward to disattach the helmet and take it off of your head.

You beamed.

He wrote down a few more notes.

Your phone buzzed, and you looked down, and your face lit up.

“It’s Leo,” you hummed happily. “Gosh. He’s sweet.” And you were blushing, and you giggled, and your fingers flew across the screen to reply.

Maybe this is what love is, Donnie repeated to himself. And he tightened his curled fingers around the edge of his desk, shut his eyes, inhaled, and let. go.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #rottmnt leo x reader #my writing

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goosewriting · 1 year

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I was thinking of a yokai reader x Mikey, where they've been together for years but now reader has to join the battle nexus due to circumstances, and Mikey is trying to get save them from it? Maybe with purple 20 said by the reader, and pink 33 said by Mikey?

If I never see you again (rottmnt Mikey x reader)

prompt 33: “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” prompt 20: “If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

summary: reader got captured by Big Mama; Mikey gets to see you one last time.

relationship: Rise!Mikey x GN reader

warnings: mmm SAD</3, kidnapping, reader is an unspecified yokai

word count: 1.1k

A/N: i may or may not have made myself cry with this one >:’))) (also i’m so sorry to anyone named brandon; it was the first name that came to mind sadfsdf)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Just like many yokais before you, you were trying to stay off Big Mama’s radar. You had heard about many that were locked away to fight in the Battle Nexus once she found them. And like you, most of them were just trying to live peacefully within the human communities. Many of them had families of their own, and still they got snatched away.

Deep inside, you knew the moment would come sooner or later for you as well to be taken away. And that moment came. Multiple times in fact. Big Mama had known about your existence and alliance with the turtles for a while now, and she had sent her henchmen to get you twice already. And they had succeeded in capturing you both times. The first time you ended up escaping on your own before they even made it to her hotel, the second time you were rescued by the turtle brothers.

And now, here you were.

“Three times a charm~” you could hear Big Mama’s sing-song voice over one of her henchmen’s phone, after he had announced they had successfully captured you.

He hung up and turned to your beaten and bruised form, hogtied on the ground. You turned your face up to him just in time to see him reach for a thick fabric bag. You gave him a mocking smile; by now you knew the drill.

“You know, Brandon” you used his real name, which you had overheard at some point in your chases. “If you asked nicely, this wouldn’t be necessary. What’s more, I think if we had met under different circumstances, we could really get along, me with my wits and good looks, and you with your… broad shoulders and stone-cold face.” He ignored you completely, picking you up by your upper arm as if you weighed nothing. “Why don’t we talk this out, huh?”

Brandon looked at you with such emptiness in his eyes, that you weren’t even sure he had heard a word you said. And then, fwhip!, the bag was over your head, just like the last two times. As if I didn’t know where they were taking me, you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes.

“This is getting old!” your voice came out muffled from under the fabric, and you braced yourself to be thrown in the back of a van.

– – –

You winced at how the metal cuff was rubbing against your bruised wrist; this time you really had gotten a good beating. You were strong (there was a reason Big Mama wanted you to fight after all), but she had essentially sent an army to get you this time, and they had ended up tiring you out, getting you at the end with a well-planned ambush.

You knew the turtles had tried to rescue you, but it was too late now. Before locking you up in the cell, Brandon had placed a collar around your neck that prevented you from leaving the Nexus arena, which had a whole dungeon under it, where you were currently sitting on the dusty ground.

The adrenaline from the chase and fight had worn off for a bit now, and in its place you felt a wave of realisation crash onto you.

This was it. You had lost.

No!, you shook your head at yourself. The turtles wouldn’t give up on me, you thought. Mikey wouldn’t give up on me…

You hastily wiped away the tears. This was no time for self-pity! So you started to form an escape plan in your mind. The only problem was how to get this collar off… Your train of thought was interrupted as you saw Brandon approach your cell door. He didn’t say anything, merely stepped aside so Mikey could get past him in the narrow dungeon corridor.

The turtle gasped at your beaten state and hurried to crouch before the door. He explained Leo had somehow convinced Big Mama to let them say goodbye, but she only allowed one of them to get in. As he told you this, you both reached out to hold hands through the bars of the door.

“We’ll get you out” Mikey assured you, slightly shaking your hand to emphasise his words, and the chains on your wrist rattled against the bars. “I promise you.”

You sighed in defeat, leaning your head onto the cold metal separating you from your boyfriend.

“Mikey” you gave him a weak smile. “I’m tired. Too tired to fight back. This was bound to happen-”

“Don’t say that” he retorted immediately. “Maybe… maybe you can cut a deal with Big Mama that if you win a certain amount of matches she’ll let you out!” He shot a quick look over his shoulder at Brandon, who was still standing behind him, staring forward into nothingness. Then Mikey looked back at you, searching for your eyes. “I mean, it’s unlikely but it’s worth the shot, right?”

You weren’t able to hold back your tears anymore, so you just let them run free. With tear stained cheeks, you reached up with your hands to cup his face through the bars.

“Thank you” you said softly. “For all the good times together.”

Not liking where your conversation was headed, Mikey placed his hands over yours, begging with his eyes for you not to go down that road.

“If I never see you again…” you sniffled. “Just know that I love you so, so much.”

“Don’t you dare say that!” he wanted to be mad at you, but his voice betrayed him, laced with fear and desperation. He grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing over your bruised knuckles.

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years!” Mikey held back a sob, tears running now down his face as well. “You think I’m gonna leave now?”

Of course I don’t want you to leave!, you screamed in your mind. But the knot in your throat rendered you unable to say anything else. You were trying to be strong, for him. You couldn’t let him see you fall apart, just not yet. What if I really never get to see him again? Your whole body trembled at the thought.

“Okay, time’s up” Brandon suddenly said and grabbed Mikey’s arm.

“No, not yet!” the turtle yelled as he got dragged away from you, holding onto you for as long as he could.

You bring your hands, still warm from his, to your chest, as the image of Mikey’s anguished face is burned into your brain, suddenly replacing all of the laughter, warmth and love, leaving you alone and cold on the dirty floor.

Brandon dragged Mikey off somewhere out of your sight, but his voice calling your name still echoed through the dungeon. After a yelp, you heard him one last time:

“I will get you out, I promise! Please wait for me.”

~~~~~

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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From the Shadows

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V]

Summary : Unrequited love is pure agony, you conclude.

Warning : Angst.

Love is such a funny thing.

A mere four-letter word, but with the power to tilt the world upside down.

The source of all emotions. Perhaps, even the foundation of the universe.

Love is many things.

But to you, love is Five Hargreeves.

And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You are sitting next to him in the library.

He's working on some equations, reading through the book and taking notes.

You're reading too.

Him.

Peeking from behind the book you're holding, you look at him.

The furrow of his brows. The spark in his eyes. The slight twitch at the corner of his lips, when he gets something right, impressed by his own intelligence.

"You know you're holding your book upside down."

I what—

You scramble, looking down. Eyes widening. Oh.

"I'm trying something new," you reply. Smooth.

He snorts. "Sure," he nods, "could've believed that, if only the book wasn't in Latin," he points out.

"Why does that matter?" You stall. Shit. Shit. Shit. Should I make a run for it? But-but I really don't want to leave.

"You don't know Latin." He smiles. Letting his elbow settle on the table, he rests his chin on his palm. Eyes glittering with amusement as they gaze at you. "In fact, you've been staring at me for the past four and a half minutes."

It was really more than that, but he doesn't have to know that. At least you saved yourself from more embarrassment.

"Something you'd like to say," he continues. Quirking a brow.

Is this a sign? Should you just confess?

Gulping, you gather your courage. "Five—"

"Hello."

You break off. Gaze snapping up.

Delores.

You look back at Five.

He's already staring at her. Smiling.

Your heart twists. A painful pang echoing through.

Delores smiles back at him, shy and soft. Her eyes blue and warm and oh so welcoming.

"Um, sorry to interr—"

"You didn't," Five asserts.

She peers down at you. Hesitant. "If you don't mind, can I steal him for a few moments?"

No, the fuck, you may not.

Steal him? What is that supposed to mean? Is she challenging you or something?

Five scoffs. "She is not my keeper—" Your heart gives another twist. "—And yes, you may steal me," he continues. Flashing a charming smile.

You're so startled by his words—Jolted into reality. As though he yanked you down from a dream world—that all you do is stare at their retreating backs with tear glazed eyes.

Yeah, you aren't his keeper. He made that clear.

A shaky breath. A tear spills.

He's not yours.

•••

Chemistry class is your favorite.

Not because you're good at it. Or because you like the subject.

Nope. It's because you and Five get the chance to sit together and when you don't understand something, he explains it to you.

Sitting next to him. Listening to him ramble about covalent bonds. You can spend hours doing that. His presence is enough to fill you with heady happiness.

You take your usual seat as you wait for him.

Except when he comes, he takes another seat.

You frown. "Five," you call out.

He turns in your direction. "I'm going to sit next to Delores," he explains. She taps him on the shoulder, and he just looks away.

Just turns away from you. That easily.

Your thoughts spiral.

At first, it was a few moments. Now it's one class. Next it'll be a day, then she'll take him away from you entirely.

You'll be left with your phone in hand waiting for a text or call that won't come. You'll be left standing alone by your locker as they walk through the hallways hand in hand.

The next hour crawls at the pace of a turtle. Some ancient torture, you seem to be going through. Watching as Delores and Five keep grinning and whispering heaven knows what in each other's ears.

Unrequited love is pure agony, you conclude.

Sitting on the seat supposed to be yours and his. Feeling hollowed out in a way you've never before. Alone. Alone. Alone.

You catch him tucking a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. She blushes. His ear turn red.

And you've had enough.

You stand up, drawing attention. You pay it no heed. Giving the excuse of wanting to use the washroom, you leave.

Coward. Coward. Coward. Your brain chants.

Once you're out.

You run. Tears blurring your vision, as your breaths stagger. An ache that stings all over your heart and ribs and abdomen. It hurts.

You find an empty classroom.

He's not yours.

•••

The heart absorbs many emotions.

It gulps everything down. Good, bad. Hope, agony.

But, everything has a breaking point.

Your heart just reached its.

Sliding against the door, you sink down. Curling in on yourself. A sob escapes past the cage of your lips, another follows, and then it's mutiny, one after another.

And you cannot stop.

Please, please, take me away, you think.

Take me away to a place where I can breathe.

A place with his smile, my happiness, my life. Him. Him. Him.

But that place is next to him, isn't it?

Yet, it's killing you.

You'd thought, the books and movies exaggerated when they described heartbreak.

But you get it now.

The cloth of your heart is splintering, tearing at the seams, unraveling rapidly.

And you can do nothing.

The needle has pierced you one too many times, your palms are bleeding.

"Please," a watery whisper. You don't even know why you're pleading or to whom.

You just know you're begging, for someone or something to take away this pain.

You're a coward. He's not yours. You're a coward. He's not yours—

•••

"This is not good for you."

"Lila," you sigh. It's always the same conversation.

She'd found you in the room just as the bell for lunch rang.

How are you meant to explain that you're in pain? The mere thought of being away from him is too much.

It's an addiction you've no control over.

Your eyes tear up again.

She softens. Kneeling, she envelops you in an embrace. You clutch on to her, body shuddering with renewed pain.

"You should love yourself more than you do him," she says.

"Oh, Lila," you start. But the words don't come out, clogging up in the pit of your stomach, sobs claw at the back of your throat.

Don't you see?

Loving him is loving me.

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A/N :

This feels very...stilted, idk. Would probably edit it.

KSKSKSKSM THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER PART! 😭

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Thankyou! ❤

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the-feminist-filipino-fangirl · 1 year

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Reunited in the Afterlife

Summary: Set in the Kraang Apocalypse timeline. Each of the turtles & April reunite with their family after dying in battle.

Part 3: April

(Part 1: Raph, Part 2: Donnie, Part 4: Mikey and Leo)

April’s eyes flew open. She bolted to her feet, her senses on high alert. “Where am I?” she whispered to herself. She wasn’t in New York anymore. In front of her was a tall, ornate gate glowing a ghostly green. Beyond it was a vast field overflowing with hundreds of people emanating the same color. April looked down at her hand to see that she was now glowing green too.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh,” she muttered. “I’m dead.” She suddenly remembered a bright red beam hitting her in the back before she collapsed onto a heap of rocks. The laser must have come from the leader Kraang.

“Yup, you are,” a cranky voice said. April turned her head to see a short, elderly ghost standing beside the gates. “So many people are dying from the battle down on earth, we’re running out of space. The afterlife can only expand so quickly. We had to install gates to keep the order. Anyway, what’s your name miss?”

“Commander April O’Neil,” she said, standing up a bit straighter. Using her title gave her confidence, something she did not have much of right now.

The old man looked at her with awe and respect on his face. “I know you,” he said. “You and the Ninja Turtles freed my family from that labor camp ten years ago. Thank you.”

April smiled. “It’s the least I could do.” That was what leading the resistance was about. Lives were lost every day, lives of their friends and family, which made every life they saved so precious.

The old man opened the gate and stepped aside. “Welcome to the afterlife, Commander.” April smiled and stepped through the gates.

She had no idea where to go so she just started walking. She could hear the souls of the dead whispering about her as she walked past. It made her a bit uncomfortable. She understood why, she was one of the leaders of the resistance and this was their most devastating battle yet. The fact that she was dead was not a good sign. But hearing everyone whisper about her behind her back brought back not-so-pleasant memories from high school.

“April!” someone shouted. She did a double take. The voice sounded just like Donnie’s. Wait, the voice was Donnie’s. April whipped her head towards the sound just as her best friend burst through a cluster of ghosts, glowing bright purple and looking very alert. Of course, Donnie of all the spirits would find a way to glow purple instead of green. She shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Donnie?” April said, her voice cracking. Donnie gave her his signature smirk and eyebrow raise while leaning on his Genius Built™ bo staff confirming that yes, it was him. “Salutations, Commander,” he said, his expression warm.

April broke into a grin, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Donnie!” she cried as she ran straight at him, Donnie’s arms already open for a hug. April crashed into him and latched onto his torso like a koala. She may be 42 and ridiculously buff but she was still much shorter than the turtle. April felt Donnie’s arms wrap around her as well. She squeezed her friend with every ounce of strength she had. The complaints followed soon after.

“APRIL, I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“You’re dead. You don’t need to.”

“Alright, alright, I missed you too. But please, you’re crushing my ribs.”

“You’re a turtle. You don’t have ribs.”

“Softshell turtles do! Apriiiiiiiil!”

“Fine,” she said. April loosened the hug a bit. “I missed you, Dee.”

“I know,” Donnie replied. April could hear the smile in his voice.

After a moment, April pulled away from the hug. She took a step back to get a better look at her friend. He still looked exactly the same as he did three years ago. He had the same smirk, the same Megamind size forehead, the same drawn-on eyebrows, and the same purple markings on his shoulders. Though those were hidden a bit by the cloak he wore. April smiled. Then she hit Donnie on the head with her baseball bat.

“Ow!” Donnie exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his forehead where she had struck him. “What was that for?!

“That was for dying on me,” April said giving him a look and pouting. “And on top of that, you programmed your voice into all your inventions! Every time I went out on a mission, it was like you were there but you weren’t at the same time! And don’t even get me started on Omega. Do you know how many breakdowns the boys and I had in the weeks after your death?”

Donnie glanced down at his feet, looking a bit guilty. “If I can remember correctly, you had 3, Mikey had 4, Casey had 1, and Leo had 5,” he muttered.

April’s eyes widened. “That’s… correct,” she muttered, shocked. “Wait, how did you know?”

Donnie scratched his arm. “You couldn’t see me but… the reason I know is because I was there. Raph, Dad, and Cass were too.”

“Of course,” April said, raising her head. “We are not alone. How could I forget.”

Donnie winked at her. “Can’t get rid of me that easily,” he said. She let out a small chuckle. God, she had missed him.

“YOU ARE NOT HAVING A REUNION WITH APRIL WITHOUT ME!” someone yelled. April snapped her head up. That voice… It sounded really familiar. She knew she had heard it many times before but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Who was that?” April asked.

“That,” Donnie said, a secretive smile on his face. “Would be Raph.”

Before April could react, the large snapping turtle landed with a big whump beside her, glowing crimson. “April!” he cried, his face lighting up like a flashlight.

And she thought seeing Donnie again was an emotional roller coaster. But he had only been dead for three years. April hasn’t seen Raph in thirteen years. She immediately teared up again.

“Raph,” she choked out, grinning through her tears. He smiled back before scooping her and Donnie up into a big bear hug. April started to laugh. When was the last time they had a group hug like this?

“Thank you for taking care of Leo and Mikey for us, April,” Raph whispered, making April cry even more. “You don’t hear this nearly enough but you did a great job. We’re all proud of you.”

April sniffed and hugged Raph back even harder. “You’re the best. I missed you guys so much,” she said, addressing both Hamato brothers. “Though, I feel guilty for leaving Leo and Mikey behind. They were devastated after what happened to you guys. I don’t want to cause them more grief.”

“Not to be a pessimist but,” Donnie began to say.

“Dee, I know exactly what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it,” April said, shooting him a look from over Raph’s shoulder.

At that, the snapping turtle released the two of them from the hug and looked directly into April’s eyes. “That’s the hardest part about being dead. As much as I loved reuniting with Pops and Gram-gram, I felt guilty about leaving you guys behind, exactly like how you’re feeling now. But, there is something we can do about it.”

April’s eyes widened. “What is it?” she asked.

Raph grinned. “We don’t leave them behind. We’re spirits April, we can go wherever we want. If you like, we can go down to New York right now to look after them.”

“Yes!” April exclaimed. She may be dead but she was still the go-getter she always was. She wants to help in any way that she can.

“Alright,” Donnie said. “But first we need to gather the rest of our little spy crew.” Donnie cleared his throat and posed like a Disney Princess. “Oh, Papa! Gram-gram!”

The souls of Karai and Splinter appeared right beside them. April gasped. “Splints! Karai!” she cried as she ran to hug them. Splinter let out a chuckle as she scooped them up.

“It’s good to see you too, April,” her favorite rat man said fondly.

She pulled away from the hug and Karai put a hand on her cheek. “You’ve done so well, my child,” she said with a warm smile. April had to fight back tears. Again.

“I missed you guys so much,” April said. It was like she was a broken record, repeating the words “I missed you” over and over again. How many people dear to her had been lost over the past 24 years? So many people had died at the hands of the Kraang.

“Oh yeah! Our ghostly spy crew is complete!” Raph exclaimed. “Wait a second, where's…?” The snapping turtle trailed off mid sentence and fixed his eyes on something over April’s shoulder. Curious, she turned around to see the one and only Cassandra Jones charging towards them. April’s eyes widened. She really needed to get used to seeing the souls of her dead friends again.

“Guys!” Casey cried. “Guys, guys guys! I-” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw April, her eyes comically large.

“April?” she gasped. “You’re here! Oh, no you’re here. Ahem, well, uh, good to see you again, sorry that you died. Leo’s been stabbed, we need to go.”

“Leo’s been WHAT?!” Raph screeched, sounding like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Donnie muttered, his eyes showing the fear his voice refused to express.

“Tell me about it,” April said, having finally recovered from the shock of seeing Casey again. “Not only is he wounded, which is bad enough, he and Mikey are the only resistance leaders left since I, you know, already died.”

“Speaking of which, the wound on your back looks pretty bad,” Splinter stated.

“Hm?” April turned around to look at her back and winced when she saw the ghostly representation of her mangled flesh. “Yikes,” she whispered.

Raph leaned in to mutter something to her. “Don’t worry. We can fix it later. I came to the afterlife with a giant hole in my chest but I found a way to make it disappear before Donnie came.” He straightened up and made his voice louder so everyone could hear. “Right now we need to go down to New York. Leo’s going to need all the help he can get, even if it’s beyond the grave.”

“I second that,” Donnie said, stepping forward. “Something tells me that the next few minutes are going to be crucial to who will win the war.”

“Let’s go then!” Casey exclaimed. “Junior is currently dragging Leo to get help for his wound.”

“Ok,” April said confidently. “Wait, I don’t know how to…I don’t even know what to call it. Teleport down to Earth?”

“That is alright. Come,” Karai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We will help you.” The six of them made a circle and joined hands, April in between Splinter and Donnie.

“Hey,” April whispered to the two Hamatos she was stuck in between. “As crazy as things are right now, I’m glad I’m with you guys.”

“Right back at cha’ O’Neil,” Donnie said with a smirk.

“We are all happy to talk to you again,” Splinter said. He gave her a big smile. God, she had missed him. April would have to catch up with him more later.

“Ready?” Karai called out. They all nodded. April looked around the circle, at Donnie, at Raph, at Splinter and Karai, and at Cassandra. She still couldn’t believe she was seeing them again.

“Alright,” Karai said, a soft smile on her face. “3, 2, 1.” And they disappeared into thin air.

Five Minutes Later…

“DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST RUN PAST MY DEAD BODY?!?!”

#rottmnt #future rottmnt #april o'neil #rottmnt april #rise april #dorky pals for life #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rise splinter #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles the movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt movie #rottmnt hurt/comfort #rottmnt fanfiction

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sometimesraven · 11 months

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Wyrm

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: Jenn Chou

Summary:

in which "would you still love me if i were a worm" is answered through tears of the kingdom because ian is a dork

AO3 Link

(contains ToTK spoilers)

Work had been rough. It quickly became part of Ian and Jenn's routine to spend some time relaxing once per week, especially since finding out the literal apocalypse was a very real possibility. They'd invited the rest of the core Quantum Leap team a few times but apparently their tolerance for socialising with the same four people they saw all week at work began and ended with Housewives.

Ian and Jenn didn't have many other friends, however, and Jenn was more than happy to just sit and watch Ian play video games all day as long as she could spend some time not thinking about the end of the world.

It was on one of these lazy Sunday afternoons that Jenn put down her phone, leaned slowly against Ian's shoulder, then abandoned that idea entirely in favour of resting her head in their lap, gazing up at them with heavy-lidded eyes. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Ian blinked, glancing down briefly from their game to quirk a brow at their friend. "Really?"

"What?"

"Turtle, how high are you?"

Jenn snorted, squirming at the nickname, "Shut up. Answer the question."

Ian looked back up at their game, seeming to contemplate it for a while. "...What kind of worm?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe. What if you were like a tapeworm or something?"

"Are you saying you don't want me to live in your intestines?" Jenn pouted in mock-offense, sitting back up to lean on Ian's shoulder again.

"You wouldn't enjoy it," they said, somehow managing to keep an entirely straight face. "Too much anxiety in there already; you hate living cramped."

"Okay, well... what about like, just an earthworm or something?"

"Sure, if you don't eat my flowers."

Jenn gave them a playful slap, trying to brush off the anxiety that grew unbidden in her chest. It had been a playful hypothetical, but apparently her broken-ass brain had other plans, "You are a flower."

Ian glanced down at her again, their expression softening and their brow pinching as if they could sense the shift in her mood. Slowly, they rested down their Switch controller so they could give her their full attention. “You can eat me, that’s fine.”

“Ugh, be serious,” she laughed, torn between annoyance at how quickly her mood could drop and amusement at how stupid the circumstances were. “You’re asking me to consider you turning into a word and you want me serious?” Ian’s chuckle rumbled their chest and vibrated to her cheek as they paused to think again, then picked up their controller once more. “Let me show you something.”

Jenn rolled her eyes, but shifted to pay attention regardless. Honestly she hadn’t cared too much to notice what was going on until now — her only interest in most of Ian’s games was that Ian themself was so into them. Right now the game of choice was one of the new Zelda games, and the most she was getting out of it was some nice bright scenery to chill her out in tandem with some really good weed.

Ian’s little twink guy was wearing an open back dress, because of course that’s what they put him in. Jenn watched them run him through some fields, then leap into the sky with some weird rocket thing they’d built out of nowhere. So far she had no idea what the point of this was, but Jenn trusted Ian to get to the point eventually.

They came to rest on the snout of a… dragon? Jenn was pretty sure that was a dragon. It looked like a giant, glowing sky w-..

”A sky worm,” she realised blankly, amused by the topical imagery but unsure how it related to her.

”Wyrm with a ‘y’, yeah.” Jenn sat up straight as they continued to play, watching as they pulled out some kind of flower and nestled it amongst about a dozen others in the dragon’s mane. "Her favourite," they explained, their voice softer still as if they were lowering it for the dragon's sake. "I bring one every time I visit."

Jenn couldn't help but smile, enraptured by how easily her friend became immersed in these games. This right here was why she always came over to watch them; seeing the bittersweet joy twinking in their eyes was enough to almost make her forget what she was talking about. "'Her'?"

Ian nodded, "Without spoiling too much, this dragon used to be a-.. well-loved character."

Realisation dawned, then, and Jenn felt tears prickling her eyes at how sweet what Ian was doing in this game truly was. "And the character was your friend?"

Another nod, "Sometimes, when-.. when things are a lot. I come to this spot on her snout and just-.. tell her everything." Ian looked down at Jenn again, letting their game continue to drift through the sky on this dragon Ian had befriended. Wrapping an arm around her, they offered Jenn an adoring smile. "You're my best friend, Jenn. Nothing will ever change that."

"What if something does?" she sighed, nuzzling into their cuddle, "What if Ben changes something, or future us?"

Jenn could feel the weight of the sigh that lifted Ian's chest, but they squeezed her a little tighter. "I like to think we'll find each other again. Even if we're totally different people."

That settled something in her chest, at least. The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the comforting sounds of the game still running on-screen. Jenn watched the dragon glide for a while longer, transfixed by the glowing flowers Ian had decorated her hair with, and hummed thoughtfully. "She's kinda pretty."

"Yeah," Ian agreed, the teasing edge returning to their voice, "Little too femme to be you, honestly. If anyone's turning into a wyrm it's me."

"I'll be sure to bring you flowers."

#mine #writing #quantum leap #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap reboot #ql #ian wright ql #ian wright #dr ian wright #ian wright is audhd #jenn chou ql #bpd jenn chou #jenn chou #jiann #jiann ql

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troubleshade · 1 year

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Cover No. 6: Broken Surface

Song: My silver lining by First Aid Kit

There were many things that annoy Mike but one thing just frustrated him currently the most: Chiisai. More specific: Her secrecy about her past. She never tell stories from her life or from where exactly she came from ("I'm from far away from here" is NOT satisying for an answer) or how she learned all this crazy stuff she taught him and his brothers. He asked so many times about it, even tried not to be obvious with his questions. But all he gets was a dismissive wave followed by a distraction, a question for himself or just a cryptic answer that doesn't make sense. The only thing Mike knew was that she grew up with siblings. And that's it. This wasn't good enough for him.

By now Mike caught himself that he starts to throw everytime a small fit after her senseless reaction to his questions. He feels betrayed and a tick disappointed about it. Why wouldn't she tell him such simple things? Did she not trust him to tell it? It's been a year now since they met each other. He want truthfully answers no matter how great the consequence.

He didn't knew that he get his wish soon enough. Just not in the way he wanted. It started that Mike visited Chiisai in the night. The teenager found (after searching in every other room) her in the storage room, staring nervous at something that looked like a ever growing portal. It filled already half the space. He didn't know what got into him as he shouted a warning and tried to pull his new sister away from it. In the same moment he grab her jacket she took a step further into the unkown portal, clueless that she would take him with her.

On the other side Mike stared anxious around the foreign world. It felt somehow familiar but simultaneously it was so different. The next thing he realized was a harsh tackle to the ground from Chiisai. Something flew over their heads. Was that a shot? His head couldn't process even further as he was dragged on his feet and being pushed into running straight forward. In his ears he could hear his own heartbeat mixed with the shouts of the other turtle. She took the lead, pulling and pushing the poor teenager in the right direction to find safety.

The next hours were a blurr for Mike. In fact he didn't care to think deeply anymore what happened around him. Just following Chiisai. The only feelings that overwhelmed him was panic and terror. Scared they won't find a way home and his brothers search for them without success. And terrified how precise the older turtle navigate them around in this world. His mind woke up again as a bright shine of a portal blinds him for a moment. Only now he realized the ruins of an old lab around him. He stared at the saving light before Mike hear shouts. Fear rised, the panic that something or someone will attack them again blindsided him as he bolts to the portal. "Come on we're almost safe", he shouts to Chiisai looking over his shoulder. She just stand there looking in the direction where the voices came from. "COME ON, HURRY!" Mike's shout got louder his voice cracked. Why she have to do her weird thing now?! With a mix of frustration and panic he run to her back and retentless grabbing her arm, dragging Chiisai towards their exit out of this world. First she resists but he didn't thought of letting her go nor giving up to pull her with him.

The known darkness of the storage room welcomed both of them. Mike let out a sigh of relief, turning with a smile to her sister. Only to see her leaning against the wall, eyes blown wide open, tears running down her face. Tears. He never saw her crying and this sight shook him deeply in his core. Mike just wanted to scratch her surface to learn more about his sister. But he broke more in her as he intended.

In this very moment he swore himself never to force Chiisai to answer his question about her past again as she only whispered: "This may was my only chance I had to get home..."

Second version of this cover is down below. I'll just leave this here...

AU Universe boy Mike belongs to @xxlea-nardoxx

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#tmnt #hoo man i took longer as i wanted #tmnt oc #the feels are real for me #tmnt fanart #tmnt au #tmnt oc chiisai #cover 6 of 7 #the last cover is in queue for tonight

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eli-elien · 2 years

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This is an animatic idea I thought of for Elijah Renard! I'm uh prob never gonna do it also cuz I know my android bitchass of a tablet would do the equivalent of blue screening on me lmao

Song is Constellations by The Oh Hellos

You should give it a listen!

Tw for uh suicide attempt cuz woo boy imagine you already hate yourself and your life and you get stuck with an actual concrete and real person/thing telling off how many times ya fucked up and controlling you to do things against your will O_O

Anyways hope uh you can visualize it but uh hope ya like the idea ig lol

"I can feel it on my tongue

Brick and mortar, thick as scripture

Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers"

During these lyrics it's a montage of Elijah, with wings, helping rebuild Raphtalia's village. He helps bring big planks of wood to playing with the kids. He looks on fondly at Naofumi while holding one.

"I babble on until my voice is gone"

Elijah talks to Naofumi, probably showing a new work in progress for blacksmithing or painting project.

"This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks

Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar

But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing

Like molars gnashing"

It's a flashback from Elijah's time in the first wave, which had a monster bite his arm off. He runs and runs through the blizzard, seeing his comrades get overtaken and falls, losing what feels like a pint of blood. He then feels something lift him off the ground and into something of an eye of a storm with frost and snowflakes flowing around him. He then sees a hand and takes it.

"Cause like constellations a million years away

Every good intention, every good intention"

We see him and Finnely, she's hugging him, and has blood on her overalls and pink lacey shirt he knitted for her.

Elijah is holding his axe for dear life, scared and eyes wide like a prey animal.

He's covered in blood and surrounded by bodies of men that were trying to kill them, but were still alive.

"Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

Looking for the faces"

A week or so of traveling after meeting Naofumi at the ill-sicken north town he meets and promises to take three demi-human children to safety. They meet bandits and he brutally hurts one terrifying the kids.

"Looking for the shapes in the silence"

He sees Naofumi on the road and they both are surprised, and Elijah is terrified.

"All that's left for me to climb

To the heavens is the chasm of the night

And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble

As the tectonic plates start to shake

And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum"

Basically the spirit turtle arc+other world arc

*instrumental*

Throughout we see Elijah flying and he's on the cliff edge. Naofumi comes into frame, brows furrowed with more concern than real anger.

He tries to grab his hand and the once winged man tears away in favor of leaving everything behind with the rocky below.

He hates his curse. He hates the axe. He hates the taunting voice of The Raven.

He hates himself.

Elijah takes the plunge but Naofumi takes him by his hand screaming at him and gets the crazy man on solid land.

"Cause like constellations a million years away

Every good intention, every good intention

Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array

Clinging to the faces

Clinging to the shapes in the silence

Like constellations imploding in the night

Everything is turning, everything is turning

The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light

And everything you thought you knew

Will fall apart, but you'll be all right"

Naofumi screams the lyrics while crying and holds Elijah near him to make sure he's still here. And as he holds him, Elijah too is crying.

Naofumi says "you'll be alright."

Their family nears them, to check if they're ok, and are relieved that the crisis has been averted!

#Rotsh #rising of the shield hero #OC stuff #Rising of the shield hero oc #Elijah Renard #ravenshield #naofumi iwatani #Spotify

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Splinter already knew that no good news would come. His sons had returned without their sister, and Michelangelo had tears in his eyes. Without a word, he had shown of his twin's bandana, bloody and torn. When Splinter had tried to take it, Michelangelo had flinched and pulled it back to himself, protectively. No one had said anything, they all knew how close the twins were. Not knowing what had happened to Lavinia was terrifying the young turtle. "We'll make a plan to find her", Donnie said, gently putting a hand on Mikey's head. His little brother sniffled, clutching Lavi's bandana tighter. Leo hummed, crossing his arms, his facial expression told he was deep in thought. Raph was on edge, he wanted to punch whoever hurt his baby sister. More so because he didn't knew who did it. Shredder? The Kraang? Some mutant they fought? There was just too many possibilities!

"Uhh...hey." Everyone whipped around. Lavi stood in the entrance of the lair, sheepishly looking at her family. Mikey immediately zoomed past their brothers, tackling his twin into a hug, crying out her name in joy. Leo and Donnie were right behind him, asking a million questions about the various wounds and where she had been. Raph asked if he needed to punch someone. Though they all fell silent and made room when Splinter approached. He put a hand to Lavi's face, before pulling her into a hug, silently thanking whatever higher being for not taking his daughter away a second time. "Um...I brought someone with me. He's super nice, and he cleaned my wounds. I thought...maybe you'd like to meet him..?" Lavi looked back to the tunnel, gesturing for Griffin to come out of hiding.

Griffin slowly approached the five turtles and rat man, his eyes wide as he stared at all of them. "Uh- hello I'm, uh, my name is- G-Griffin." He finally managed to say. He never was a nervous guy, but seeing five turtle people and one tall rat man would make any human nervous!

The rat man approached him, resting his paw on his shoulder. "You are the one who helped my daughter?" He asked. Griffin nodded, stiff as a board under the rat man's touch. Splinter nodded. "Thank you, very much." He said. Griffin saw the glimmer in his eyes. This made him feel a bit more relaxed. Hopefully whatever weird trip he was experiencing would end soon and he could go back to a normal life at his normal highschool. Right..?

"You!! You saved my twin! Thank you thank you thank you!!" Mikey pushed past everyone and hugged Griffin, a happy smile on his face. He froze and let the turtle boy hug onto him, muttering thank you's over and over again. His gaze went up to the other three brothers. One with a purple bandana was looking at Lavinia's bandaged wounds, muttering to himself. One with a blue bandana spoke off to the side with the rat man, staring right at him. And one with a red bandana watched Griffin like a hawk, arms crossed with narrow eyes. Griffin grimaced. He definitely wanted to stay away from him.

"If you don't mind me asking..what are all of your names?" Griffin said aloud.

#ace—♡

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mcheang · 3 years

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How about one where Marinette gives up on her class, deciding to get holders from other classes

So she decides to give Aurore the Fox, prompting Lila to lie about the fox.

Next akuma is a mind control akuma, and oh no! Aurore is one of the controlled! Well, she was gonna give the turtle to Mireille but maybe she can be the Fox just this once

And then the Akuma after that, Fox Aurore and Turtle Mireille

Basically lots of quick and random akuma attacks make it hard for Lila to keep up her lies

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A Pre-Miracle Queen outline that my mind drove me to

Marinette decides that having her hero allies be classmates under Lila’s spell is a bad idea.

Good thing she is on the class president committee and knows the other class presidents are smart enough to see through Lila’s lies (basically they weren’t pleased with Lila’s flaky absences from class participation. And also because the weather girls know their fair share of celebrities)

First replacement: Aurore as Vixen

The battle was a success but Chat questioned why Rena was replaced.

Ladybug: she can’t tell truth from lies. A bad trait for any hero, let alone one wielding the kwami of illusion

Alya was heartbroken but couldn’t catch Ladybug in time to interview her.

While writing her post on Vixen, Alya asked Lila if she knew what Rena’s flaw was.

Lila: oh that’s easy. Rena and Carapace are so a couple but that just hinders them in a fight. Their first priorities were on each other, not Hawkmoth.

Alya: oh...

So this was about the Scarlet Moth incident. Oh no, then Nino is being replaced too?

Second replacement: Mireille as Kit (she knows she is a substitute so she wanted her name to show she wasn’t a real hero yet)

Aurore had been hit by an akuma, luckily her vice class président had escaped.

Kit’s appearance had Alya confused.

Lila: oh, that’s because Vixen was pregnant. Shocker, I know. Even Ladybug was speechless. But obviously she can’t be a hero in her condition.

Except then why did Vixen return alongside the new heroine, Emerald Shell?

Lila: the pregnancy test results were a dud

Nino was already warned by Alya. While not happy, he was remarkably chill about the new girl.

Honeybee makes her appearance

Lila: ok, how are you surprised Chloé was replaced?

Chloé threw a major tantrum.

Equestria replaces Pegasus

Lila: Ladybug is promoting female power

Max: that doesn’t sound right. She’s unbalancing her team genders.

Not to mention, Max figured he would have been told about why he was being replaced if that was the case. Or maybe he was a one-time hero? Except Party Crasher refuted that theory.

Tarzan replaces Monkey King

Lila: that’s Ladybug’s crush.

Everyone knows that Ladybug prefers to be professional rather than mix personal with business (Aspik was a mistake) so this raised more than a few eyebrows.

Maybe it was that LadyNoir was possibly sunken with that lie, but Alya was determined to ask Ladybug herself.

The heroine had been avoiding her for a while now, leaving her blog posts to have only Lila’s statement for evidence.

It shouldn’t be too hard, except now the Teachers were serious about keeping students safe. Meaning they were anticipating Alya to run to the fight and were determined to stop her.

And apparently Lila didn’t want to call in any favours with Ladybug for an interview because friendships aren’t about favors.

Hence, Alya kept lurking around the park, waiting for the inevitable return of Mr Pigeon.

As has become tradition, after Mr Pigeon is defeated, Mr Ramier treats the heroes to ice cream and they sit down for a while.

But this time, Alya interrupted their peaceful snack.

Alya: Ladybug, Chat Noir, would you please grant me an interview

Ladybug stood up, “Sorry, Alya. But I barely have a minute left. Thanks for the ice cream, Mr Ramier. Bug out!”

Chat had just gobbled his in two bites when Alya called out again, desperation leaking out of her. “Just one question!”

Ladybug stilled, but finally turned around. Her eyes were cold sapphires. “One. I don’t have time right now.”

Be quick about it.

Alya gulped. There were so many questions she wanted to ask about the new heroes, why they were chosen. But if she had to choose one question, Alya blurted out without thinking. “Are you really Lila’s best friend?”

That was her question? Alya wanted to smack herself. That was old news. She should have asked why Ladybug took so long to replace Queen Bee.

“No.”

Alya stared at Ladybug, having lost her focus in her self-reproach.

“What?”

But Ladybug had already zipped away.

Chat coughed. “Lovely to see you again, Alya. Have a good day, Mr Ramier.” And he quickly made his escape too.

Mr Ramier looked at the Ladyblogger with pity. “Do you want some ice cream?”

Alya burst into tears. She had paid for Lila’s ice cream. Because of her tonsil surgery. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Lila had been lying all this time.

At the moment, Alya could care less about why the old heroes were replaced. That was their affair. But now she understood why she had been replaced. Not because of her relationship with Nino, but because she believed lies about Ladybug without even checking with her. What a gullible fool she had been.

As Mr Ramier tried his best to cheer her up, and keep a sharp eye out for akumas, the tale came out. How she had ruined her credibility and blindly believed a liar despite her own best friend warning her.

Mr Ramier: why didn’t you believe Marinette?

Alya: because I thought she was jealous of Lila. They like the same boy.

Mr Ramier frowned. “Is Marinette the kind of girl to hate a supposedly sweet girl just because they share a crush?”

Alya paused. True, Marinette had issues with Chloé and Kagami because of their personalities but Aurore also had a crush on Adrien and the girls got along fine.

Alya: no, she isn’t. What kind of a friend, am I?

Mr Ramier: a human friend. Miss Cesaire, if I may give you some advice, you made mistakes yes. Everyone does. What matters is what you choose to do afterwards. And to do better next time.

Alya: so...I should apologize?

Mr Ramier nodded patiently. “Yes. To your friend, to Ladybug, and if I may say so, to your followers.”

Alya: what should I do about Lila?

Mr Ramier: what do you think you should do?

Alya bit her lip. “I’ll expose her. But not as badly as I would like, because she’ll just end up as an akuma.”

Mr Ramier nodded and stood, his pigeons flying off. “I wish you luck, Miss Cesaire.”

That night, Alya finally did her ground research on Lila. Needless to say, she was horrified at what she had learned.

The next morning, everyone was whispering about the newest post on the Ladyblog. “The truth about Lila Rossi.”

Not only did it feature Ladybug’s statement and Alya’s apologies, but there were links to warnings about Lila from her old classmates.

Lila was absent, hiding from the disgust of the school, but also facing an angry mother. Alya was persistent in getting Mrs Rossi’s attention. It took a while to convince the ignoramus that she was not an akuma and yes, her daughter is a lying bully.

Alya gave Mrs Rossi a heads up because with Lila now exposed, questions about her leave of absence will be raised. Oh, and she needed to keep an eye out for akumas.

Hawkmoth certainly would have loved to target Lila, but Alya was on lookout. She caught the akuma in a butterfly net launcher 10 minutes before the school bell rang. Now she just needs to deliver this to Ladybug. Though maybe they should just hold on to it. I mean if Hawkmoth can’t create more than one akuma, maybe purifying this one was a bad idea.

Ladybug agreed to wait until Lila was dealt with. She commended Alya for finally opening her eyes. But sadly Rena won’t be returning.

Alya accepted that. She wasn’t ready. It would take time, but she would recover.

The butterfly was kept under guard until Mayura finally sent a sentimonster after it.

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Chosen last: part 5

Summary: the turtle boys try to figure out how to comfort reader after a terrible experience with a boy, and Donnie does his best to apologize

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Here’s the part before! In the part there are also links to the rest!

https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/651628962334769152/chosen-last

Donnie had no words to say.

Well, for the first five minutes of complete and utter silence.

You could feel him gaping at you but you couldn’t face him. He was right. He was right all along and you were a fool for hoping.

The rooftop wind howled, reminding you that you were still there.

“D-did he..?” Donnie cleared his throat and started over, “did he succeed?”

You shook your head and pulled your jacket closer. “He came close.”

He glanced at the jacket you were wearing. Underneath he could see your dress had rips in it. Even worse, he could see a small trail of blood.

Probably left by fingernails.

He didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know what to say.

Not even how to ask if you were okay or if you needed him to help in any way.

So he did the best thing he knew how: make a plan.

“We’re gonna kill him.” He decided, standing up furiously. “We’ll kill him, resurrect him with cpr or defibrillaters, and then give him to the police.” He began pacing the rooftop, his mind turning and processing this information. “I need his address, I need his phone number, and his mother’s number.”

You just listened to him walking instead of his words. It was comforting in a way.

You couldn’t believe that almost happened though.

You couldn’t believe that even though you did your best to stop the worst, he came close.

What if you hadn’t listened to your gut?

What if you had told yourself you were overacting?

“We’re gonna call your friends.” Donnie decided. “You can stay the night with them. You shouldn’t be alone after-.”

“I’m not staying with those assholes.” You spat, much to his surprise.

“But... they’re you’re friends!” He was extremely confused. Did he not have all of the story? “Shouldn’t you-?”

“I said no.”

“But you could really use-!”

“I said NO!” You shouted at him, finally turning to face him.

He finally got a good look at how much damage was done.

Your eyes were red.

Tears leaked down your face.

A scratch decorated your cheek.

And... those eyes... they were so hurt and lost.

He messed up. He messed up bad.

Donnie shut his mouth immediately. “Okay, okay! But... do you want to be alone?”

You turned away again, shaking your head.

“Can I take you to the lair then?”

You hesitated for a second and then nodded.

“Okay, alright, come on.” He gently offered his hand to help you up, not sure how he was supposed to handle this.

You accepted it and let him assist you to your feet.

He didn’t make you talk on the way there.

Probably cause he didn’t know what questions to ask to get the answers he wanted.

You were fine with that. You didn’t need to talk.

Not now, anyway.

You’d have to talk eventually though. There was no way to be in the lair without saying anything.

————

When you arrived you could hear the sounds of the tv playing. Even the sound of the air hockey table.

Maybe the boys would be too busy to notice you.

Donnie lead you quietly through the lair and into the living room where his brothers and April were sat at.

You two tried to walk behind them but Leo noticed once you had your back turned to him, both of you almost to Donnies lab.

“Hey, y/n!” He grinned, pausing the tv. “You’re back already?”

“Yeah, how was the party!” Mikey leaned over the back of the couch excitedly. “Did you have fun?”

You kept walking, more tears spilling.

Raph immediately sensed something was wrong. “Hey, what’s up? Are you good?”

You stopped, so so SO close to breaking.

Donnie didn’t know if you wanted him to answer or not so he waited.

“Is it okay if I stay here tonight?” You asked quietly, still not showing your face.

“...yeah? Yeah you can stay?” Raph tilted his head in confusion and stood up from the couch. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You tried you keep walking but Raph stepped in front of you faster than you’d ever seen him move.

“Clearly there’s something going on.” He placed his hands on his hips, refusing to move. “Did Donnie pester you or somethin’? Did he make you leave early?” He sent his younger brother a small glare.

Donnie held up his hands innocently. “Just because I thought about it does NOT mean I did it.”

You kept your eyes on the floor, hair in your face and cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Y/n, you know I love you, but you’re a TERRIBLE liar.” Leo joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Now, what happened?”

“You wanna know what happened?” You growled, too overwhelmed. “I’ll tell you what happened! Donnie was right!” You shoved Leo’s arm off you and glared at him. “All of you were! And I was STUPID to think that someone would actually like me!”

Mikey rushed over quickly. “Hey that’s not true-!”

“Then tell me, Mikey!” You whipped around to glare at him to, “tell me why Eric was only being nice to have sex with me! Tell me why he planned it with my friends to get me alone! Tell me why they thought that if I had ‘a good time’ then I’d loosen up and stop being a PRUDE!”

The boys stood there in silence, mouths open and eyes wide.

Donnie just looked at the floor in embarrassment.

Oh there was no stopping the tears now. You swiped them away furiously, cheeks flushing brightly.

You didn’t want to have this outburst now.

But there was just too much going on in your head!

“You guys were right.” You muttered as you strength faded. “I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone to that stupid party and I shouldn’t have believed him for one second.” You locked eyes with Donnie. “I shouldn’t have believed he liked me for me.”

As if everything else wasn’t making him feel guilty that was just another cherry on top.

April was at your side quickly, arms wrapped around you and hands rubbing soft circles on your back. “It’s okay, the important thing is that you’re back here. With US.” She held you at at arms length. “Let’s go clean you up and talk, okay?”

You nodded, desperate to finally get away from the pitying stares you were getting.

“Donnie, can we borrow your lab?” She asked the purple masked turtle as she began to lead you in that direction.

“Yeah yeah sure.” He confirmed immediately. “There’s a... a first aid kit... if you need it.”

April whisked you away, leaving only the sound of echoing footsteps.

———-

“Oh man.” Raph sat down on the couch, head in his hands. “I can’t believe...” he trailed off. He didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

Mikey sat down to.

Donnie and Leo, on the other hand, both stayed standing.

None of them knew what to say.

There were too many things dumped on them at once.

They’d heard about things like this happening but that always felt like something that happened in movies or to strangers.

Not a close friend.

“Well...” Leo tapped his fingers against his arm, “how’d the apology go?” He needed to find something else to talk about. He couldn’t think about it for very long without feeling this anger building up inside him.

“Well...” Donnie started, “I didn’t really... get to the apologizing part.”

“Please tell me you didn’t start gloating when you saw that y/n’s night hadn’t gone well.” Leo crosses his arms, already knowing the answer.

Donnie’s eyes went wide. “Why would you assume that? I am hurt.”

“Because that’s what you always do when you find out you were right.” Mikey insisted.

Donnie caved immediately. “Yeah... yeah I did do that.”

“Donnie!” His brothers chorused in disappointment.

“I know!” He threw his arms out angrily. “I know I shouldn’t have! I couldn’t help it! I knew something bad would happen I just didn’t know that it would be something like this!”

“You didn’t even apologize!” Leo scoffed. “You just rubbed it in her face!”

“I know.” Donnie sighed. “I’ll apologize when April’s done.”

“You better.” Raph ordered, standing up. “In the meantime, we’ve got some planning to do.”

““But what CAN we do?” Mikey brought his knees to his chest and watched his older brother sadly. ““There’s not evidence and we can’t be seen by people!”

Donnie rubbed his chin. ““No evidence…. Yeah there’s not much we can do without OH AND THEN HE REMEMBERED HE INSTALLED THE CAMERA PROTOCOL!” He whipped out his wrist device and began tapping immediately. “I’ve got her phone set to audio record whenever she’s headed somewhere suspicious! How could I forget I launched it before she went?”

His brothers huddled behind him and watched. “We convince y/n to tell the police what happened, hand over the audio, and land that asshole in juvie!” Leo caught on quickly, slapping his brothers shoulder with excitement as if he was doing a drumroll. “That’s exactly what he deserves!”

““I personally think he deserves a visit from doctor delicate touch.” Mikey crossed his arms.

“Not just from doctor delicate touch.” Raph agreed. ““A visit from us and then a REAL doctor.”

“Hey doctor delicate touch IS a real doctor!” Mikey protested. ““He doesn’t need a PHD.”

“Quiet.” Donnie ordered as he kept working. “We’re not gonna scare the life out of him without y/n’s permission. We’re not even gonna send this in without her say so.”

Mikey turned his attention away from Raph. ““What are we gonna do then?”

Donnie straightened up and looked back toward his lab. ““Offer it as an apology. Y/n will decide what to do with it. It’s her choice.”

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The tears stopped maybe ten minutes ago. Maybe twenty.

You didn’t really know.

But you still felt dirty.

Disgusting even.

Being with April helped though. She kept you present. She did her best to keep you from thinking about that slime ball of a boy.

“Alright, your cuts are all cleaned.” She nodded to herself proudly. “You’ve got a pair of my pajamas, a blanket, and your best friend. I think my work here is done.”

When you didn’t respond she leaned down to make eye contact with you. “Hey, do you need some alone time?” You wanted to talk.

You really did.

But you couldn’t stop seeing that boy dragging you to the bed.

You couldn’t stop see him trying to rip the dress off you.

You couldn’t stop seeing your friends yelling for you to come back as you ran from the house.

If it hadn’t been for Ralph’s self defense lessons…

April sat down beside you on Donnies bed. “You’re safe now.” She pulled you into a side hug. ““He ain’t ever goin near you ever again. Not if he wants to deal with April O’neil.”

You gave her a small laugh. “I’d pity anyone who’d have to deal with April O’neil.”

She jumped on that immediately. If that’s what would get you to laugh then she was taking it and running with it. “You know it! I’ll hit him with my bat so hard his future KIDS will be feelin’ it!”

You gave her another chuckle. “Look out Eric,”

She squeezed your shoulder again. “Exactly. And as for your terrible friends, I’ll send mayhem after them if they even look at you.”

You nodded. “Thanks April.”

She smiled back at you, standing up. “I’ll go call your mom and tell her you’re sleeping over, okay?”

You nodded again. “Okay.”

Before she even shut the door, her spot was replaced by someone else. you didn’t need to look at them to know who they were.

“Yes Donnie?” You pulled your blanket closer.

He took a deep breath, not fully ready for what he was about to do. ““I… I messed up.”

That seemed like a good start.

“So did I.” You grumbled. “Making friends with people like that-.”

“No.” He interrupted. “You couldn’t have known. I… I should have known better.” He fiddled nervously with the recording device in his hands. “Whether something like that would have happened or not I shouldn’t have gloated. I should have been a reliable friend and let you figure things out yourself.” You didn’t say anything else so he kept going. “I know I can be unbareable and controlling and… not understanding, but I should have put that aside. I know that this won’t make up for it in the slightest but…” he placed the recording device in your hands, “I have a recording of what happened. I Installed a device that would audio record whenever I thought you could be in danger when I last fixed your phone for you.”

You flipped the small object over thoughtfully. “I didn’t listen to it.” He stated immediately as his nerves grew worse. “I know it was a violation of your space by not telling you. But… here it is. You can decide what you want to do with it. If you want to leave it in the past or turn him in-.”

“Or let us seriously mess up his face for you!” Leo interrupted as he came in without knocking, brothers behind him.

You hadn’t even known the rest of the boys were there. But it was still appreciated that they wanted to be there for you.

“Or have him talk to doctor delicate touch-.” Mikey grinned and sat down beside you.

“It doesn’t matter.” Donnie finished, relieved to have his brothers beside him. “It’s yours.”

You didn’t really know what to say.

Well you did.

You had a lot to say. you just couldn’t get to words out.

Donnie held his breath.

Finally, you looked up and him and strengthened your grip on the device. “Why not all of it?” He did this to you.

Your friends did this to you.

They deserved a little bit of karma heading their way. The boys cheered, swarming you in a giant hug right as April opened the door.

“Did I hear something about revenge?” She grinned and joined immediately. “Cause this girl is all over it!”

Oh Eric, if only you had done the bare minimum and had respect for your decisions. This guy had it coming.

That night, you stayed with April and splinter while the boys went out, promising to record every priceless moment and give it to you.

Tomorrow, Donnie would walk with you to the police station in disguise as your moral support while you turned over the audio.

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lily-drake · 3 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, THE BEST BAT BOY OF THEM ALL!!! YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Tim

Tim never really cared for his birthday, afterall nobody ever remembered it, and he doubted that Bruce would care. He had never shown much of an interest in him, which was fine since he wasn’t supposed to get close to him. His entire job as Robin was to make sure Batman didn’t go crazy, he wasn’t supposed to get attached. So he didn’t, at least that’s what he told himself. It was around 10:45 PM when Tim went upstairs at Alfred’s request. Timidly the 14 year old walked into the kitchen only to be met with a small white cake. Upon closer inspection the cake had red and green letting that spelled out in neat scroll, “Happy Birthday Timothy” with perfectly cut strawberries decorating the sides. Tim stared at the cake in awe, he’d never been given a birthday cake before, except at galas; but that didn’t count as he wasn’t really aloud to eat any.

“Good to see you up here Master Timothy. Happy birthday young sir. I apologize for the others absence, but I’m afraid that they are ‘busy’.”

Tim swiftlet lifted up his arms in a placating manner,

“Oh no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t want to bother anyone.”

Alfred gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Well, I believe that it is time for a bit of cake.”

Alfred walked around the counter and pulled out a plate, for, and knife before he cut a large piece and plated it. Tim held back tears as he took his first bite of the cake. This was the best cake he had ever had, and this was definitely his favorite birthday.

*******

Tim stared at the computer screen in front of him trying to figure out what he was missing. He was tired, he hadn’t slept in a few days, and he was on his 8th cup of coffee from that hour alone.

“Tim, come with me!”

Dick said, suddenly on his right side. Out of habit he turned and threw a punch at him. Dick quickly ducked and laughed.

“Your getting faster baby bird.”

Tim sighed and rolled his eyes turning back to the computer.

“What do you need, Dick?”

He asked typing something onto the screen and scrunching his brow in frustration at the facts in front of him. Dick rolled his eyes and sighed before he grabbed Tim and pulled him from the computer chair and onto his feet. Tim groaned and tried to pull away in protest, but Dick overpowered him and he was dragged up the stairs. Tim looked around to see where he was so he could make a quick escape if necessary. When he looked forward again he saw he was being dragged to one of the main room doors. He was thinking and going through all of the things he could have missed or forgotten, but nothing came to mind. When the door opened the lights were off until they suddenly turned on and loud voices screamed,

“Happy birthday!”

From all around the room. Tim blinked a few times everything catching up to him as he looked around and saw his family; Bruce, Alfred, Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, and Dick all around him. The room was covered in decorations and on the table sat a decent sized 3 tier cake, just like the one he had had when turned fourteen, but bigger. Tim ran through his memory and tried to recall what the date was and froze. Oh, it was his 16th birthday, he had forgotten all about it. He was pulled out of his stooped by Steph grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the table were 16 candles lined the rim of the cake and in the center it said, “Happy 16th Birthday Tim!” in the neatest cursive with a robin made of frosting right below it. There was also neatly plated and perfectly made sushi on another table near them. Tim smiled as everyone began to sing happy birthday to him and when he was done he blew out the candles happy and content with his day. There was so much warmth that spread through his chest as he talked and ate cake with his family. So much joy that surrounded the manor, he even saw Bruce smile. Tim didn’t need to wish for anything, he was happy, and that’s all he could ever wish for.

*******

Tim looked at his watch and frowned. He was now officially 19, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered much now. He was alone in Paris training with Lady Shiva, and his family didn’t care. They were the ones who kicked him out afterall, he wasn’t wanted. He sat under a shady tree bench in the park and watched as people talked and interacted with eachother. It was peaceful, but that didn’t fill the hollowness he felt in his chest. As he stood and began to walk away he felt someone crash into him and fell foreword, someone landing on his back. Quickly the person got up and began to call out apologies obviously embarrassed. Tim got up and turned around and came face to face with a girl about his age with dark black hair that tinted blue in the light and show startlingly bright bluebell eyes. The girl was still talking and he wasn’t sure if she had even breathed yet.

“Hey, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”

The girl immediately bit her lip and bowed her head as she tried to hide her face. Tim smiled at the girl who was slightly shorter than him.

“I’m Tim.”

He said casually as he held out his hand. The girl gave an awkward smile before excepting his hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Marinette. Sorry again.”

“It’s nice to meet you Marinette. Do you know where any good coffee shops are, I haven’t slept in a while and I really need a pick me up to finish my things.”

Marinette lit up and nodded.

“I totally understand. I design and commissions keep me up all night half the time. I live in a bakery and have concocted the best wake up coffee. My friends say it’s very dangerous and I’m going to kill myself with it one day, but all well. Why sleep when you can get things done?!”

Tim smiled at the girl as she began to walk and talk. She was cute and was very dramatic in the way she spoke and expressed herself. They walked across the street to a small bakery, the one Marinette must live in, and walked to the front where a short Asian woman stood near the register. When the woman saw Marinette her smile grew as she welcomed them.

“I’m gonna make one of my specials for him!”

Marinette called out as she went to the back and started making some kind of coffee concoction. The woman rolled her eyes, but she still held an amused smile.

“Hello, I’m Sabine. Please choose a sweet, you’ll need it if you’re going to drink her “Miracle Cure”, as the college students like to call it.”

“Thank miss. Please, call me Tim.”

He said giving her a small smile back as he browsed the selection. In the display he noticed lots of animal themed treats and smiled. There were many ladybug and cat themed ones as well as an orange fox, a turtle, a bee, a blue snake, a monkey, and a red dragon. It was an interesting choice of animals and he wondered if they were important in some way here. He found a small tarte aux fruits with an assortment of fruits that formed the red dragon. When he looked up he saw the woman waiting for him still wearing her friendly smile.

“Could I please have the Tarte aux fruits du dragon please?”

“Of course dear.”

Carefully she opened the door to the refrigerated case and grabbed one of the fruit tarts and carefully put it in a small box. Tim went to the register right as Marinette had finished and placed the large drink in front of him. He pulled out his wallet but was stopped by Marinette’s hand.

“Nope, on the house. An apology for earlier.”

She said with a bright smile. Tim was shocked and felt a warmth he hadn’t felt in years begin to bloom once again. He gently took the coffee from her hands and carefully picked up the small box with a plastic fork atop it.

“Thank you, Marinette. That’s very kind of you.”

Her smile brightened and before Tim could stop or even think of what he was saying the words had already left his mouth,

“If you’re free, do you want to walk around Paris with me?”

Marinette blinked for a moment shocked, but then smiled again and nodded.

“Sure, that sounds nice!”

She took off the apron she had been wearing while making the coffee and hung it up on a wrack before walking out from behind the counter snd grabbing his arm and almost dragging him out the door. When she realized what she was doing she quickly dropped it slightly blushing and scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment.

“S-sorry. I should have asked first.”

Tim snickered a little, she was adorable.

“No it’s fine, so where to first?”

Tim asked as he gently placed the tart in his satchel and sipped the coffee. When he did he felt his mind begin to clear and he felt more awake than he had in a long time. He understood why it was called Miracle Cure now, this stuff was amazing!

“Well, where were you thinking of?”

“I was thinking of going to the Arc de Triomphe then head towards the Effiel Tower.”

Marinette beamed and nodded and began to walk towards the Arc de Triomphe. She knew the path by heart as she often went there for inspiration. The two talked the whole way there and bonded over their love of coffee and insomniac tendencies. As they arrived at their first destination the sat on the steps and watched people pass them. Tim pulled out the small tart and began to slowly eat it and smiled. It tasted like Alfred’s cooking, though he didn’t want to admit that this might just be a bit better. He glanced over at Marinette and noticed that she now had a sketchbook out and was drawing something. He didn’t want to disturb her as he didn’t like being interrupted when he was really into something and let her draw as he watched the people. Suddenly there was a loud crash. He looked up and was shocked to see a giant child walking around smashing and destroying buildings. He looked over and saw that Marinette had disappeared and he began to panic.

He stood up and began to move so he could get a better place to watch and analyze what was happening so that he could see if he needed to interfere. He watched silently from a roof and saw a bunch of people begin to surround the child all with the same theme. His mind flashed to the animals in the bakery and connected the dots as he glanced at all of the different people in animal costumes. He watched as the Ladybug ordered everyone on the plan and on what to do which lead him to believe that she was the leader of this group. It only took a few minutes and he watched the cat hero completely destroy a toy car from the giant child’s hand and a purple feather and butterfly flew out. The ladybug hero quickly caught them and released them into the air. She threw the object she had summoned into the air and he watched in amazement as thousands, maybe millions, of small ladybugs flew around the damage done and repaired all of it, including the bodies that had not been moving moments ago.

Tim ran back to the Arc de Triomphe and waited there to see if Marinette would come back. It took a few minutes and then he saw her figure running towards him with panic and worry.

“Tim, I’m so sorry! Are you ok? I shouldn’t have left like that, I’m so sorry.”

Tim gave her an awkward smile and nodded.

“It’s fine, you came back afterall.”

She smiled at him and he lifted his arm out for her to take,

“Shall we continue our walk Mademoiselle?”

Tim asked with a slight bow. Marinette giggled and gave a small curtsy before she placed her hand atop of his.

“Why of course Monsieur.”

They both laughed as they walked. They enjoyed the silence for a bit before Tim asked what had happened.

Marinette gave him a sad sigh and explained the situation that had been happening in Paris for about 4 years now. Tim was shocked that this hadn’t made it to the Justuce League, especially if it had been happening for four entire years. Tim asked a few more questions that Marinette happily answered and they felt happy and content in the warm companionable silence. Tim thought of all of his past birthdays, and he knew that this one was on the top 5 best list of his favorite birthdays.

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