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aealzx · 1 year

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Better Genes part 29.2

Part 2 of 3 extra, illustrated writing additions to the Better Genes comic.

Takes place between page 29 and 30.

Contains: Use of sedatives, character injury, blood, TV Medicine, TV Science, panic attack, mutation body horror, injured eye, severely sprained ankle, overall body pain

Comic: Start pg 26-29

Writing: Part 1 Part 3

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(Story and drawing under the cut)

“Tell that to him,” Raph huffed, scooting out of the way to keep from getting stepped on again. Leo could already see his bandana turning a darker red around it around Raph’s eye, so he knew that the scar tissue had been broken, as expected. But judging by Raph’s refusal to meet his gaze, he assumed his brother would be unwilling to have the injury addressed until later. It didn’t seem to be too severe, so Leo would allow him his stubbornness for now.

His attention was snatched away anyway by a loud, wooden crack before Donnie’s form tumbled to the side. Watching Donnie roll over and scramble back to his feet, Leo could only recall the last words he’d said.

“April! What did I just say!” Leo shouted, though he admittedly had a laugh of disbelief in his tone. She really didn’t hold back, did she.

“What?!” April’s indignant belt came back. “You said not to hurt him! I hit you guys with my bat all the time when you’re normal sized and you don’t even get bruises. What makes this any different?”

“Tell that to the bruise I got last week!” Leo retorted back, grinning as he scooted back a step before raising to his feet once more and putting some distance between himself and Donnie again. Pushing the next dart into the barrel, Leo paused. Wait. How many darts had hit Donnie now? He knew the first one had pierced his face, the second to the shoulder curve, and the third one missed. But what about the fourth? “Did that last dart hit?” he called out, needing to make sure.

“Yes,” Splinter’s reply came quickly while he flitted quickly around Donnie’s stomping feet. Having blocked too many of Donnie’s attacks it appeared Splinter was the current target of his ire.

“You hit him in the face again,” Casey added from the opposite side of Donnie’s leg. A light, but completely judgmental smirk was on his lips before he ducked forward underneath Donnie, aiming to catch him off balance. Holding his hockey stick above his head, Casey wedged underneath a clawed foot before it could step down again. Then he shoved upwards to disturb Donnie’s weight distribution, hoping to get him to be more still so Mikey could get the first dose of antibodies in before they all started to get too worn out.

Leo pulled his lips tight and averted his gaze uncomfortably at that revelation, feeling as though judging eyes were staring at him, accusing him of abusing the situation to annoy his twin. He mentally swore he wasn’t trying to hit him in the face on purpose. There just wasn’t a lot of exposed skin, and he wasn’t sure the dart needles would be sturdy enough to pierce his shell or plastron. Even if he was a softshell. But back to the task at hand, that meant two to the face and one to the shoulder for a total of three. And a quick trigger pull added a fourth to the back of his brother’s thigh after he’d collapsed to his side from Casey’s efforts.

This time it took Donnie noticeably longer to squirm and flail back upright. So Mikey took that chance to leap onto Donnie’s leg and wrap his own arms and legs around the limb like a koala to keep from being bucked off. Once he knew he wasn’t going to get thrown for at least ten seconds, Mikey yanked out one of the injection pens and slammed against the muscle, holding it in place. As expected, the sting combined with rough impact caused Donnie to give a mix between a snarl and yelp, kicking his leg and whipping his head around to look at the source of the offense. Catching sight of Mikey clinging onto him, Donnie snapped his maw towards him, only to be once again deterred by Splinter smacking his head away.

“Purple, you mustn’t hurt your brothers. They’re trying to help,” Splinter chastised, not sure if Donnie could understand spoken words at all, but trying anyway. His response was a snarling growl as he refocused on scrambling to his feet, only to waver as the effort and caused a wave of dizziness to strangely wash over him. The snarl wavered into a groaned whine as Donnie’s head drooped slightly, and he shook it to try and clear away the creeping haze. Watching Donnie’s eyes blink, and the aggressive growls sliding into hissing that sounded almost confused and annoyed, Leo realized the sedatives were starting to take effect.

“Great job Mikey!” Leo called out when Mikey let go of Donnie’s leg and backed away. “He’s starting to get a little woozy. Do you think you can hit the opposite shoulder next? It’ll be better to have the antibodies spread across his whole body.”

“Yeah! I got it!” Mikey called back, dashing around to the other side of Donnie and getting another injection pen ready.

The sedatives were quickly starting to hinder Donnie’s capability to react to, and attack the others. But that didn’t mean he stopped trying. Leo had to admit, sometimes he hated that Donnie’s consistent, primary reaction to being cornered was to fight back. He must have registered that Leo the source of the mind altering poison, and deemed that to be the primary offense to eliminate. In a moment of forced lucidity, his gaze locked onto Leo and he charged towards him the moment Leo started loading another sedative dart. Leo had been expecting Donnie to target April next since she was swinging her bat at him again, but apparently Donnie wasn’t completely devoid of logical thought. Or if he had been at first, it was starting to return.

It was enough to catch Leo by surprise, and while he tried to teleport away Donnie predicted his movement and lashed out a clawed hand to the space Leo reappeared in. Snatching Leo’s form, Donnie smashed him into the wall and pressed him roughly against it, holding him in place and curling his claws tightly. Leo wasn’t sure if Donnie was seriously intending to harm him, but it didn’t matter the moment he felt his lungs being hindered. While the limb engulfing him was made of flesh and bone instead of metal, the position and sensations scratching through his body and mind like sparks of electricity started to zap his brain into a different place. A clawed hand, large enough to grip his entire torso, claws over his shoulders, once again scraping the points against his cracking shell, pressing him into the hard stone tunnel behind him- no, his shell wasn’t cracking this time. No it wasn’t. He was sure of it….Wasn’t he? Leo found it hard to keep his mind focused on the present, where it should have been, instead of plunging into a time not so long before. His next breath hitched in his throat, escaping only partially before being sucked back in too soon. Not enough oxygen in the subsequent inhales. Black metal digging into his flesh. Crushing his figure into the rubble. Leo tried to keep his hands focused, strategic, effective. But instead he started frantically grabbing at Donnie’s claws, the tranquilizer gun clattering forgotten to the floor as he haphazardly patted against Donnie’s arm and knuckles. As though there was a switch, or a button that would just turn off the machine and make it let go of him. Get them off. Get the machine off of him. Get it off. Pressure. Suffocating. Was he still on Earth? Get the claws off. Lungs being squeezed. Crushing weight on his chest. Claw tips scraping against his shell. Metal. Red eye. Mechanical creaking. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. CAN’T BREATHE!

“LEO!” Raph’s voice half helped and half hindered Leo’s partial detachment from the current situation, remembering a similar cry when an apparently irreversible decision was being made. But this time Raph was closer, and he was able to bodily slam into Donnie, the impact ripping Donnie’s clawed hand away. Without the pressure keeping him held up against the tunnel wall, Leo collapsed to the ground, heaving in gasping breaths as though there wasn’t enough oxygen to satiate him.

“Donnie, don’t be rude!” April snapped, rushing to join Casey, who had apparently been wrangling Donnie’s maw to keep him from biting Leo. With both of them being joined by Splinter and Mikey to chase him away from Leo, Donnie hesitantly started to back up further and further, recalculating his next action while a drug induced fog smothered his thoughts. Mikey took the chance to give his own form of scolding, darting around to the shoulder Leo had mentioned before and latching onto Donnie’s arm in a similar manner as before. With a furrowed brow frown, Mikey slammed another antibody pen against Donnie’s body, hearing the mechanism inside click and starting his mental count.

Dropping to his knee next to Leo as the others took care of Donnie for the moment, Raph slid a hand under Leo’s chest to help him upright as well as rested his other hand lightly on Leo’s back in gentle comfort. “Leo?” Raph called quietly this time, noticing Leo’s unfocused, rapidly shifting gaze. “Leo, five things. Give me five things. Big breaths.”

The command caused Leo to flinch, realizing what Raph was doing and trying to follow along. His next breath came as a hitched gasp, but the one after was a forced, deeper inhale that filled at least half his lungs. More than what he was doing before. And while it hurt in a way, it also helped him feel less like he was suffocating. “Ghhkk-... G’gun,” he forced out, locking onto the purple weapon he’d dropped. The first of five things he could see. Things that were different from where his mind had fallen back to. Things that were real. “S’sewer tunnel…. Metal ladder, Casey’s hockey stick... and a dum giant monster of a brother.” By the fourth item Leo’s breathing was becoming more steady, and deeper, and with the mild sass behind the last comment Raph knew that they wouldn’t need to continue to anything else. Giving a soft chuckle at the bitter joke of a comment, Raph just patted the hand on Leo’s back lightly and helped him to his feet. “...Thanks Raph,” Leo huffed slightly, trying not to think about anything other than the current problem. He still felt residual anxiety, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t force away. Especially with something else to focus on.

“Anytime,” Raph grinned lightly, reaching up to rub Leo’s head a few times before turning to run back to help the others. He would keep half his attention on Leo for a little longer, but for now it seemed he would be okay.

#my art #my writing #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #better genes #better genes add on #Leo #Raph #Mikey #April #Casey #Donnie #Splinter #medic leo #depiction of panic attack

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ninjaneonleon · 8 months

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A Matter of Identity

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They weren’t sure where they were. They weren’t sure who they were either. Was she Donnie? Or was he Odette? Were they a swan or a turtle?They weren’t sure anymore. They just knew that they were safe in the Lake. The Lake would protect them. They didn’t need to ever leave.

A hand closed around their wrist. They opened their eyes, their vision swimming with water and white feathers.

A black swan, a turtle was staring at them. The other had a soft expression, understanding and loving. They knew they this other was special to them.

Twin. This was their twin.

“Donnie.” “Odette.” The twin spoke with two voices, layered and overlapping like a harmony in their favourite melody. “It’s time to come home.”

Home. What was home? Home was where they were safe. Home was where they were comfy and safe and protected. Home was the Lake, right? But then, the other said it was time to go home. Where was home?

Maybe home wasn’t a place, but a person. Yes, that felt right. Home could be a person, could be people. Home was the place where they felt most loved. Home wasn’t in the Lake. Home was somewhere else.

Donnie kicked his legs. Odette flapped her wings. They pushed towards the surface, following their twin, their home.

Othello broke the surface of the water, clinging to their twin. They knew something was wrong, something was missing, but they didn’t know what.

“I’ve got you, Othello,” Leandro murmured, keeping Othello afloat. “It’s okay. We’re okay. It’s almost over.”

What was almost over? What were they forgetting?

“It’s harder for you to remember right now because you’ve been here so long, Othello. But the Lake is letting us go. We just have to release it,” Leandro explained, flapping their wings and pulling Othello out the water. When they landed, they stood on the surface once more. “You need to let go. It’s scary and it feels like it’s wrong, but trust me. It’s time to come home.” Leandro smiled and cupped Othello’s cheeks. “It’s time for you both to come home. I’m not afraid anymore, Odette.” That voice was more feminine. “And I know that I’m strong enough to protect you, Donnie.” That voice was more masculine. But both voices belonged to Leandro, Othello’s twin. “So come home to us, okay?”

Othello didn’t know what they needed to do, but they knew they wanted to just hold their twin. Leandro was too far away and Othello’s limbs were heavy and tired. They pushed forwards, reaching out. It felt like they were being torn apart. But they couldn’t stop. They couldn’t leave their twin. They needed to hold their twin. Donnie needed to hold Leo. Odette needed to protect Odile. They needed their twin.

Donnie gasped as he felt something rip away from him. He collapsed into Leo’s waiting arms, panting and shivering. What had just happened?

“There you are, there’s my twin,” Leo cooed, stroking Donnie’s shell sweetly. “It’s okay, Donnie. I’ve got you.”

“O-Odette?” Donnie rasped out.

Leo chuckled softly. He nodded off to the side. “She’s got her hands full. Odile is feeling very clingy after that whole revelation.”

Donnie took a breath, then looked over. Odette, in all her shimmery, spiritual glory, was standing nearby. She was small, as short as Mikey at least, and she looked younger than Donnie had realised. Maybe twelve or thirteen at most. Her skin was almost pure white, like her feathers, and she had hints of purple accents in her dress.

She was crying, clinging to another child. That had to be Odile. Odile’s skin was such a dark brown they were almost as black as their feathers. Their blue eyes though, were piercing and vivid, even if they swam with tears. Their dress of black feathers had blue undertones but red accents. They were curled around Odette, being maybe an inch or two taller. They were looking so much older than Odette but at the same time, so young and scared.

“We did it, Dee. We brought them back together,” Leo murmured, his wings flapping a little as they puffed up. “And now we can all go home.”

Wait, wings?

“You still have wings.” Donnie’s voice hurt but he was determined to speak. His voice sounded different to how it had recently, but he couldn’t place why.

“So do you. Turns out some things didn’t change back.” Leo squeezed Donnie gently.

“Well done, my child.” A raspy voice echoed around the lake. It made Donnie’s skin prickle. Leo went tense, so tense it looked almost painful. “You’ve done exactly as I’ve asked. I’m so proud of you.”

In an instant, Leo span around and spread his wings, shielding not only Donnie but Odette and Odile from view. He let out an angry hiss and his black feathers puffed up, almost standing on end.

“I’ve done nothing for you. Leave my family alone.”

Donnie peered around Leo, trying to find the source of the voice. A large crow sat perched on his and Leo’s willow tree. Its cold red eyes stared hungrily down at them all.

On the shore, Donnie saw his brothers, his dad and Barry all knocked out. Had the Crow done that? If Donnie wasn’t feeling so weak, he’d already be on the offensive.

“But you have, my child.” Leo shuddered, his breathing getting heavier as the Crow spoke. “You’ve released the treasure from the Lake so I am finally able to claim it for myself.”

Leo took a shaky breath. “You won’t touch them. You won’t lay a single feather on any of them,” he growled.

“I won’t have to,” said the Crow. It flapped its wings and the branches of the willow tree shot forwards, wrapping themselves around Leo and pulling him towards the shore. Leo screamed and struggled but couldn’t break free. “I don’t need to hunt down my treacherous daughters myself. That’s why I have you.”

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Woo! Part 10 is done! And you thought this story was done? Not yet. I have ✨ideas✨ that I’m working on.

Edit: part 11

Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink

Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fic writing #crownardo #swanatello

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oozedninjas · 1 year

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Hijacked

Summary: The boys are fixing a tire one night when a girl emerges from the mist. She's escaping some thugs, and the boys fly to her aid. The whole situation winds up a bit more fucked up than they thought.

A/N: This was a former request on my past blog. I'm trying to rewrite and re-post all that I can find from there, although, I'm afraid is not much.

Generals:

Dark fic

Bayverse

Here Leo is 27, Raph is 26, Donnie is 24 and Mikey is 22

Fem!reader she/her pronouns

Mutant turtles x reader (but Leo is the star guy)

Warnings: hurt (inflicted upon the reader by someone else) comfort (through the boys) / kidnapping/blood and injury / situational panic/victim self-blaming / chase

Only click on keep reading if you're 18+

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"Stop being so noisy! We are not supposed to be here." Raphael grunted to Mikey, who was –and had been for the past hour–playing with the radio buttons.

"Chill out bro, I'm just setting the atmosphere!"

"What atmosphere? We're just changing a tire," Donnie scoffed as he made a few more adjustments.

"Well, the night is foggy, there's a chilling breeze… it might happen something spooky! I just thought it'd be nice to find a song to complete the–"

"We won't remain too long to need that" Leo cut. And when Leo said something with that particular tone, he knew it was a lost battle.

Mikey drew his gaze to the front glass of the truck, defeated. That was when he noticed something moving in the distance, a vague silhouette through the mist running towards the truck.

"Ummm, guys?" Mikey called, but everyone was minding their own business. The figure kept getting closer, and closer and closer. It was a human figure, running directly towards them. His eyes widened as a rush of adrenaline ran through his spine.

"GUYS!"

"Mikey for the last time, we are not setting on spooky music!" Leo stated loud and firmly.

"Someone is coming!" he shouted

"What?!" they gasped.

"Hide!" Leo commanded.

Everyone jumped to hold onto the tunnel roof. If it wasn't for the boosted tire they could be chilling with a warm pizza box back at the lair.

"What kind of human just runs into a drainage tunnel in the middle of the night?!" Mikey whined to Donnie. He placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling Mikey to be quiet.

The silhouette finally pierced the fog, revealing a human girl. She was dressed only with a blood-stained white blanket. Her breathing was agitated. She turned her head back in distress, as to check if someone was following her. She hit the front of the truck, smudging it red.

"What the hell…?" Raph whispered.

"Where the fuck is she?!" shouted a voice in the distance. "You better find her, or you'll be the one telling the boss you fucking lost her."

"I think she ran over there!" a more sticky voice put in. It wasn't hard to put two plus two together.

The three boys exchanged a look.

"Go," Leo said.

They jumped ahead, right in front of the truck. The aggressors stopped in their tracks.

"Looking for something?" Raph smirked.

-- Meanwhile, the female human got inside the truck. A window busted. She shrieked, closing the door. Screams. Beating. Metal clanking. She curled up, covering her ears.

Suddenly, silence. Then, steps approached. They were heavy, way more than her captors. She held her breath.

"Where is she?" someone asked in a whisper.

"I think she went inside the truck," another answered, dramatically lower.

"Are you sure?"

"This is bad. Shall we warn her about, you know, the shells?"

Someone huffed "Right. Like that's gonna make a difference."

They knocked on the door. Her breath hitched.

"Miss?" one of them called in a rather polite tone. "Are you in there?"

She shivered. It was true that now the ones chasing her were put down, but still, there was hardly a reason to trust these new men. She didn't answer. How stupid was she? She should've kept running.

"Miss we're gonna open the door." the polite voice stated. "One…"

She grabbed a soda can.

"Two…"

She hid it behind her back. It wasn't much, but if she smacked it hard enough-

"Three."

The door opened. Darkness dissolved in green lights. Before her, four giant… turtles? her eyes widened as much as was humanly possible.

Their expressions showed something close to repressed panic, worry, and dismay.

“Oh my god, she’s bleeding!” one of them squeaked, pointing at her. Then, another one made his way thru the others. He reached out. She flinched back.

“Hi, Donnie here. I mean no harm. Let me check you up,” he said. A white light lit up over his head, it was attached to his glasses, and these last were somewhat bound to a purple-torn cloth that resembled a mask. They all wore one.

"She has signs of post-traumatic stress. The blood seems to come from the lower part of her body. I think we should take her to the hospital."

Hospital? her eyes glowed with hope. The hint of panic within her soul eased. They were good guys!

“Miss, what's your name?” Donnie asked, but she didn’t even move. “Do you know the date?” he tried again.

“Not mine…” she whispered so low it was almost inaudible.

“Not mine?” The male turtle repeated back, frowning a little. It was obvious that she was abused emotionally and physically. A shiver ran down Donnie’s spine. “What exactly do you mean by that?” but she remained in silence, just looking at him, and his brothers while trembling.

“Look miss, we are gonna try to help you but there’s little we can do if you don’t cooperate. Please, try to answer the questions.” said the one with a blue bandana. She took a deep breath. He was right.

“It's not my blood,” she mumbled. Her breath became agitated. “It was over the floor… I tripped and fell.”

The signs of a possible panic attack loomed through her expression. Even Raphael softened his gaze. Poor girl, she seemed fucked up.

“Calm down miss, we’re gonna help you.” the one in blue stated. “You’re safe now. Donnie, is there something more you can do?”

Donnie backed up to face him.

“I could do more, but I think it’s better if we take her to the hospital. This a serious situation. Police might get involved,” he noted thoughtfully.

“Focus on the tire then. Let's finish that to start moving. We drop her at the hospital, then we head back to the lair.” he ordered. “Mikey, stay here, Raph, you go watch that no one follows us.”

Everyone took their places. She grabbed the one in blue when he motioned forward.

"No," she mumbled. He relented. "Don't go."

He sat beside her. "I won't."

The truck started moving a few minutes later. She was leaning over his bicep, observing his frame: from the marked jawline to the blue bandana. His eyes were almost the same tone.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He eyed her before giving out a comforting smile. "Leo."

She nodded, processing.

“I went to a birthday party, Leo. It ended late. I was- they offered me a ride- I didn't think-" She puffed. Her hands gripped the sides of her hair, close to her scalp. Her knuckles turned white. she pulled. "I'm so stupid. So stupid! Stupid!"

She trembled. Her voice cracked.

Leo grasped her hands. "No, you're not. You just trusted the wrong people."

“It was October when I was taken," she sobbed. "I don't know the current date.”

Leo’s heart ached and Mikey’s gaze fell.

“It’s December,” Leo told her.

She nodded as tiny weeps slipped through her mouth.

The girl scooted close to Leo. Her hands pressed against his plastron. He panicked for a brief moment, glancing at Mikey, not quite sure if he should hold her back. Mikey motioned in approval. Leo then placed his arms around her.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he repeated.

She knew Leo wasn't lying. She knew it by the way his arms held her protectively, the tone of his tender voice, and by the tenacious look in his eyes.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader

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e-dubbc11 · 3 months

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Always love a good sleepover 😆❤️

So.... I hope you're ready to have another go at Donald Pierce, cause I would love to request "Ah, so you aren't heartless after all" and "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

And twist? Reader is a mutant... pretty please 🫣❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love how you like to push me out of my comfort zone just a little bit. I had a hard time coming up with a mutant power for this but once I figured it out, I got really excited! So you asked for Donald Pierce and a Mutant Reader, I hope I did justice to your ask. 😘♥️

Under the Influence

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Mutant Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE or I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, P in V sex, some fluff, some angst, some swear words.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A/N: This is my second time writing for Pierce. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The business card you were holding in your hand felt expensive, thick card stock, raised lettering, but there wasn’t a lot printed on it.

Alkali-Transigen

Donald Pierce

Chief of Security

The card had two phone numbers on it, his cell phone and the main phone number for Alkali-Transigen. Aside from being a little bit scary, Donald Pierce was very attractive, charming, and sweet, although he would NEVER let anyone else see that side of him.

He put on his tough exterior when he barked orders at his Reavers but with you, he turned on his charm and that southern drawl pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

You worked at a local school, teaching English and after a particular tough day, Donnie and his Reavers walked into the bar you and some co-workers were having a drink at.

It didn’t take him long to approach you and even though he wasn’t necessarily your type, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did. His mechanical arm startled you at first, the sight of it made you recoil slightly.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that, darlin’. It ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m just a little bit enhanced, is all.” He said with a sly smile, moving the fingers of the bionic arm back and forth as he talked.

It’s only natural that being in Mexico, the drink of choice was tequila and Donnie liked good tequila, the kind you can slowly sip on, let it roll around on your tongue, and enjoy. You let him choose the tequila and it did not disappoint.

His sky blue eyes gazing at you as he took a sip from his glass, he never looked away from you, and hung on your every word.

After a couple of drinks, he and his Reavers left but he left you wanting more. That slow sexy voice sent shivers down your spine as he traced a line from your shoulder to your wrist with just one finger. ONE FINGER had you falling apart, had you clenching your thighs together, and had you desperately wanting to see him again.

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Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared at that card, your fingers gently brushed against the raised letters and you said out loud, “Transigen.” Suddenly your eyes welled up with tears and you gnashed your teeth thinking about that place, thinking about what they do to the children in there and remembering what they did to you when you were inside those walls.

You still had nightmares sometimes, waking in the middle of the night to find your sheets and your clothes soaked with sweat and rubbing your wrist like it was still attached. The bracelet they had put on you to prevent you from using your powers on anyone.

They weren’t obvious to anyone now but when you were a child, you would use your powers of manipulation to get what you wanted. Once, your younger sister was bothering you so you put your hand on her and told her to go out back and run around the tree until you told her to stop.

You parents came home to find her running in circles around the tree and so dizzy, she couldn’t see straight.

“Sissy told me to do it! And I tried to stop but I couldn’t!!” She had sobbed to your parents.

Eventually, you had become too much to handle. You set out to try and control anyone that you could get your hands on, literally, and your parents had enough of your antics.

Listening from the top of the stairs one night, you heard your parents talking, your father holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Maybe we should call them. They could help her; it says so right here.” He said, pointing to the flyer.

They didn’t want to “help” you but they were very interested in you and promised to take VERY good care of you. They had never seen someone that could influence someone just by putting a finger on them so they wanted to study you, they ran tests, hooked you up to machines, and took your blood.

Even when they didn’t need you anymore, they didn’t let you go.

You had to escape and you did. The only time they took your bracelet off was when you were showering. Manipulating your handlers was easy and you couldn’t believe you didn’t do it sooner but the damage was already done.

That place was wretched; you were elated and relieved to have escaped but you felt terrible for the other children that were still there and you can’t imagine it’s any different now than it was then so you were torn.

On one hand you hated that place and everything to do with it but you also really liked Donald. What were you supposed to do? Damn him and his handsome face and sexy smile.

You dialed his number and he answered right away.

“Well hey there, y/n.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“Oh I didn’t know for sure, but I was hopin’ it was.” Said Donald.

You chuckled into the phone and felt yourself running strands of your hair in between your fingers while talking to him. He wanted to know if he could take you out after work tomorrow and you happily agreed.

In the corner of a dimly lit restaurant, you had a nice dinner and talked…a lot. You asked him what exactly he did for work.

“Well that group that came into the bar with me, the Reavers? Yeah, anyone that escapes the facility, they send us out to bring ‘em back. A bunch of years ago, a teenager escaped from right under their noses and since then, security has been really tight. I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

He was talking about you. Your muscles stiffened and your face went stoic. “I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” His words were cold but with just a hint of compassion. He was making this really difficult.

“Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all.” You said with a warm smile.

Donnie let out a little laugh. “Nah, I’m not heartless darlin’. Sometimes I have to use a little force bringin’ them back, I don’t like doin’ it but if I don’t bring ‘em back, I don’t get paid. It’s…well, it’s my job.” He said.

How would he react if you told him what you are? You had gently touched him at dinner, nestled next to each other in a corner booth but you hadn’t even thought about manipulating him once even though you had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Donnie asked you questions too, but you had to lie about certain parts of your life; you just weren’t ready to tell him yet. How could you after what he told you? After finding out who he works for and what he does for them, there was no way you could tell him just yet.

**********

Your relationship with Donnie escalated pretty quickly after that first date. It was hard to stay away from him. He would show up at the school where you worked, the kids all loved him and he was really nice to them.

He didn’t brush them off or ignore them, he would ALWAYS talk to them when he visited. They all loved his bionic arm and his skull and crossbones tattoo, they thought he was absolutely fascinating.

It made you fall for him even harder.

“Lemme see your eyes, Donnie.” You commanded. “You’re always wearing those sunglasses, I wanna see those dreamy blue eyes.”

“Well sweetheart, you’re the only one that I would take orders from.” He said with a smile, his gold tooth shining in the dim light of your apartment.

Gently cupping his cheek, you leaned over to kiss him, the bristles of his beard scratched your chin as he kissed you back and your heart fluttered when he pulled you into his lap.

Parting your lips with his tongue, he kissed you with passion, cradling your head with his hand and his mechanical hand touching your waist. The cold metal still surprised you every time especially when it touched the warm skin on your stomach.

“Ya know somethin’, darlin’? When I’m with you, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t explain it.” He said.

You knew you never ever used your powers on Donnie, you’ve never made him feel anything for you than he already did so what was this feeling that he was experiencing, that he couldn’t explain? Love? If you didn’t want to use your powers, you didn’t.

The control you had was perfect but you still wondered in the back of your mind if somehow you were influencing him in any way without knowing you were.

Moving to your bed, he explored your body with heated kisses from your lips down to your core. Taking his time, he makes sure you let out gasps of pleasure as his tongue circled your clit causing a hot fire to burn in the pit of your stomach before cries of his name fled from your mouth, soaking the sheet underneath you.

Settling himself in between your legs, he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue, he entered you slowly, stretching you out until he was buried to the hilt, your thighs clenching around him, waiting for him to move but not before you let out a strangled moan.

Buried deep in your pussy, he fucked you slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him before picking up the pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again, your walls started to flutter around him. Growling in your ear and biting down on your neck, he praised you, telling you how good you feel and how tight you are.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby. You feel so good.” He said through clenched teeth.

Donnie’s metal arm felt cool against the soft skin on the inside of your wrist as goosebumps erupted across your body. He had both of your hands pinned above your head, his grip on your wrists tightened, your orgasm still building, you were so close.

Arching your back away from the bed, his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath fan across your throat and chest.

His name escaped your mouth over and over again, and your knees started to tremble from the overstimulation. He ceased his movements every time he felt your walls flutter around him, grinning like a devil because he liked delaying your gratification.

You whine softly in his ear.

“Donnie, I’m so close. Please!” You begged.

“Come for me, darlin’.” He purred in your ear.

Your release came hard and fast like a wave crashing on shore, making you slightly dizzy. Sinful noises escaped your lips as your body continued to spasm uncontrollably. His climax wasn’t far behind yours and he cursed out loud before collapsing on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily, Donnie moved a stray hair away from your face, fiercely pressed his lips to yours and gave you a sly smile.

It was probably the best sex you’d ever had…and he knew it. The last thing you remember is falling asleep with your hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

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You felt rough callused fingers on one shoulder and cold metal on the other, a distant voice saying, “Wake up, darlin’. You’re havin’ a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” Your eyes flew open, panic washed over you, the sheets getting tangled up in your limbs as you thrashed around. Donnie was trying to calm you; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

“Look at me, y/n! You’re safe, it’s ok.” He said with concern.

Panting, you replied, “Donnie? You’re here.” And pulled him into an embrace.

Smiling against your shoulder, he said, “Well of course I’m here, sweetheart. Where else would I be? Can you tell me what you were dreamin’ about?”

Holding onto him tightly, you realized that you shouldn’t keep it from him anymore.

“I have to tell you something, baby.” You said in a serious tone.

You started to explain yourself, how you were the one that escaped Transigen all those years ago, about the powers you had and how you used them to manipulate your way out of the facility.

Donnie looked at you in shock, almost like he didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“No…you can’t be her. Are you messin’ with me, baby?” He asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” You said, sternly.

He shook his head furiously.

“Pick up your knife, Donnie.” You commanded.

When he picked up the knife, you extended your hand and cupped his cheek. Silently, you told him to hold the knife to your throat and he did.

Donnie started to panic, watching himself hold a knife to your throat scared him. It was written all over his face.

“What’s happening, y/n?!! Why am I doing this? Stop it, stop it now!!” He shouted.

You touched his cheek again, this time telling him to drop the knife. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he recoiled from you, getting up off of the bed and continuing to shake his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“I-it was like I-I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put my hand down. Have you been usin’ that on me the entire time?!!!” Shouted Donnie, angrily.

Visibly upset, you replied, “NO!! I have NEVER used it on you until just now, I swear! The day I met you, I didn’t touch you at all. I can’t influence people unless I touch them.”

“But after that. You didn’t make me, ya know, feel things for you? I don’t normally develop feelings like this.” He said.

“Feelings like what, Donnie?” You asked.

“Feelings like, well, like I think I might be in love with you!” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Might be?” You asked.

He stepped closer to the bed again. “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what it feels like.”

“I’ve never manipulated you, baby. Not once. I’ve never done it to someone I actually care about, well not anymore. Before I went away, I would mess with my parents and my sister ALL the time.” You said, letting out a little laugh.

He cracked a smile but his face went serious again and he told you he needed to clear his head. You begged him not to leave but he did anyway. You couldn’t blame him, actually. That’s a lot of information to take in especially knowing what he does for a living.

He hunts people like you, children like you and brings them to a facility where they’re experimented on. Was he supposed to just forget that you’re a mutant?

You were scared that you’d never see him again…he didn’t know but you loved him too.

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It was quiet the whole next day. No texts came in, no phone calls…nothing. Until later on that night, after your shower you heard a few knocks on your front door.

“Who—who’s there?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His slight southern drawl echoed from behind the door.

“It’s just me, darlin’.” He said.

“JUST you?” You asked.

“Of course, just me.” He said, curtly.

You unlocked the door, took the chain off and opened it. He stormed through with a look of anger all over his face.

“Why would you ask that?!” Asked Donnie.

Nervously, you replied, “I-I don’t know. It’s just—you work for them, Donnie. Your job is to bring people like me to them.”

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER bring you to them, EVER!” He said.

A deep exhale of relief escaped your lungs.

Donnie inched closer to you, the cold metal from his bionic arm touched your cheek and you didn’t flinch. It was the first time your reflexes didn’t get the best of you and didn’t retreat away from him.

“I’ve seen the others like you.” He said softly, gazing into your eyes.

You thought he just meant other mutants.

“Well yeah, Donnie. There are mutants all over that place.” You replied.

He shook his head, still holding your gaze.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I meant the others with your…ability. They all have…” He paused.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you asked him, “They all have what, baby?”

“They all have…your eyes.” He whispered.

Your legs immediately started to shake and a rush of warmth moved across your chest. With sweat on your brow, Donnie immediately snaked his arms around your waist and led you over to the couch where you tried to process what he just said to you.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked around today. They’re not as powerful as you are but they were created from…your DNA. They got what they wanted from you so that’s why they never bothered to try and bring you back after you escaped.” He told you.

A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and your insides felt like they were twisted in knots.

“I never told anyone what happened to me in there because I just wanted to forget that place but we can’t leave them in there, Donnie. I have to go to the authorities or go in there myself—“ You said before he cut you off.

“Whoa, no—no, I am not lettin’ you near that place, darlin’. Absolutely not.” He said. “I will go with ya to the authorities and then we are leavin’.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” You asked.

“Wherever ya wanna go.” He said with a wink.

He cupped your cheeks with both his human hand and his bionic hand and leaned in to kiss you.

“Donnie…are you—?” You paused, biting down on your lower lip and looking at your hands resting in your lap. “Are you really in love with me?” You asked.

“Oh I am, baby. I love you very much, y/n. So these powers of yours…what else can you make me do?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

You rested a hand on his wrist, he captured your lips again, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses were hungry and possessive.

Breaking away from the kiss, you said, “But I’m sure you wanted to do that anyway, right baby?”

“Oh I did, sweetheart. Ya know I did.” He replied.

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Outside Police Headquarters

“Deep breaths, darlin’. You ready to do this?” Ask Donnie.

You nodded.

“I am but…I’m a little scared, Donnie.” You said with a crack in your voice.

He took your hand in his and replied, “Well, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

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If I tagged you and you didn’t want to be, just let me know and I’ll never do it again. As always, thank you again for reading!

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lieutenantbiscute · 1 year

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Shell Shocked Mikey

Say hi to uncle Mikey!! He’s the uncle to get his nephews in and out if trouble. I like to think he takes over Mr. Murikami’s restaurant later on down the line. He often teases Raph about how he’s the taller one now and his brother the shortest! When he’s not working the restaurant at night he’s usually playing around with the boys and chompy and ICK or playing video games. Other times he can be seen working with Donnie in the lab doing chemistry science. Donnie found he has an unnatural knack for it and is helping teach Mikey about proper chem sciences.

He as well has become a sort of mother hen around Leo, the two brothers sharing a closer bond now since S4 because of it. Mikey puts on shows to help Leo chill and Leo is open more to showing Mikey new fighting techniques he’s prepping for him and his brothers!

Also he and Casey both got tongue piercings on a dare to see who would chicken out first.

Neither did in the end, that was certainly something to have to explain to Leo—

His favorite nephew is Leon, tell no one

funny.uncle png under the cut

#tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #shell shocked au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #shell shocked Mikey #tmnt #the funny uncle!!!#he loves his nephews to death #very big jack black vibes #Biscute baked

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Obituary of Our Own ⛧ Chapter One

So. I made another AU. What are you gonna do!

Huge props to @3mutantsinatrenchcoat, @justletmereadmycomics, and @bigmoneysniffler for being my wonderful beta readers and editors! I literally can't thank you enough askdljsdewfe

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In Leo’s humble opinion, the week's villains were getting pretty shelling pathetic.

“Afternoon, boys! Ritual, huh? How’s that working out for you?”

With a grunt, Leo caught the two robed figures he was facing with a kick to the chest, and they fell onto the mostly completed ritual in the shape of a pentagram, with candles adorning the star tips.

Honestly, it was a wonder they could get this organized.

“Sayonara, SUCKERS!”

Across the way, the moron who was the self-appointed leader (as far as Leo could tell) pointed at another duo and shouted, “Finish it, now! Quickly!”

One of the two lit the last candle, and a sizzling portal appeared. Leo had to fight the gut reaction to cover his face against a steel mech's spearing tentacle or sharp hand that would never come.

“Oh, crud!” Mikey exclaimed and held his nunchaku defensively.

“Man, get another gimmick! That’s my thing!” Leo called and launched a sword at the portal, which curved around it in an arc. In the blink of an eye, he was in midair, holding both swords again. Leo created his portal with his other sword, encompassing the red one before they both fizzled out of existence. A small… something tugged at his gut.

“Alright, Mike, say it with me: You’ve been portal-chopped!”

After a moment, he looked at his younger brother. “You didn’t say it.”

“Sorry!”

As Leo called them in his head, one of the Weirdo Wizards healed their hands out and, true to their name, began to presumably cast a spell.

However, they were still a Weirdo Wizard. The “spell” did nothing at all, rather dissappointingly.

“BOO!” Mikey exclaimed. “BAD SHOW!”

Leo’s communicator clicked on, and Donnie’s monotone could be heard over the slight static. “April’s headed your way! She got chucked!”

“Ten-four, good buddy!” Turning up to Mikey, still, at the edge of the small crater Leo was fighting in, Leo cupped a hand around his beak. “MIKE! ANY SIGN OF APRIL?”

Mikey squinted and used his hands to block the light from the streetlamps so he could see better. “YEP! OVER THERE!”

Leo followed Mikey’s pointed finger and spotted April’s tiny frame hurtling through the air.

"Yeesh," He winced. "I got her!" He swung a sword, and a portal nabbed April right out of the sky.

“Done and done,” Leo said into the comm. He thought it odd that she hadn’t reappeared, but who was he to judge his portals? Besides, if Donnie did record everything, they could find her in a pinch.

Someone yelled, and they both turned to the sound. Raph was standing over a robbed figure, their hood down. It was a middle-aged blonde woman with and sharp glasses, the type you’d see in a spy movie.

“DAMN IT! AGENT ONE!” she shouted, and the same guy that had cast the ‘spell’ whipped out a gun, and shot the ground by Raph, who jumped to avoid it with a squeak.

“Diversion!” Leo shouted, cupping his hand around his mouth.

“On it! Bringing the razzmatazz!”

Leo watched with tentative concern as Mikey used his mystic hands as he flipped over ‘Agent One,’ and his orange magic poured into the air.

At least his hands weren’t cracking, Leo reminded himself.

But before he could do much of anything with the aforementioned powers, the blonde sent a sharp kick to Mikey’s shell, and he crumpled forward, his hands going to cover his face on instinct.

A sharp scream reminded Leo with a piercing shock that Mikey’s powers had been activated. He swore, and ran towards his younger brother. He faintly registered Donnie striking the woman down with his staff, and Raph let out a second yell, this one more fearful and angry.

Leo tugged Mikey across the ground, and pried Mikey’s arms away from his face. Yellow-ish orange circles of magic tugged across the right side of his face, where his hands had made contact.

“Okay, this is fine, you’re good! You’re good, you’re fine,” Leo muttered, and dragged his sword through the air as Raph gently lifted Mikey. “We’ll meet you back at the Lair,” he explained, and Raph nodded, giving a reassuring smile as he stepped through the portal and it snapped closed behind him.

Leo turned back to Donnie, and saw his purple brother dodge a blast from a large gun that he would have invented. Leo wondered if he was bitter that these clowns had beaten him to the punch as he dodged a blast of plasma.

“Dude! How come you got to fight the cool guy?”

“You fought him too, if you remember…”

“Yeah, but then he was just waggling his fingers like one of those cosplay wizards April hates!”

“Tch. Skill issue.”

Leo swept under one of them, and used his sword to force the blaster up, and it ricocheted into the air, taking out a street light.

“Would you stay still?!” The man spat, and Leo shrugged.

“Never really been my forte, you know?”

Donnie smacked the gun out of the woman’s hand, and as she pulled out a knife, snarling, the blaster went off, heading straight for a nearby support beam.

“Oh, pecans… LEO!”

“On it!”

Using more effort than he could take comfort in, Leo sliced open two portals: One to catch the blast, and the other to redirect it.

Turning to Donnie, he called: “Time for us to go!”

“See you never!”

As Leo sliced open another portal, Donnie running backwards toward it, the blast touched down, and they were both shot backwards, all four of them letting out a yell.

The last thing Leo saw before the darkness kicked in was the blinding light, and the agents throwing themselves to the side.

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a hot second, so I'm just getting back into the groove here, I hope it was enjoyed! More chapters are on the way!

#fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #vivzieverse #helluva boss agent one #helluva boss agent two #Obituary of our own!AU #OOOO!AU #that's the title rn #I might change it #idrk #tbh I'm really nervous about posting this

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OK I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS:

The 2012 turtle's reaction to the chris bradford finale foreshadowed how I'd feel towards the season 4 finale.

And idk if this was done on purpose, or if this was accidental and just bad writing. Spoilers for the last two episodes of 2012 TMNT season 4.

Every season in TMNT 2012 has the characters occasionally watching an old cartoon that will often foreshadow or tell the audience what this tmnt episode will be about. We get to see the finale of season 4's cartoon show, the Chris Bradford show, in the second to last episode. At first glance, it seems to foreshadow its own episode, Requiem.

Hero character is on a building, someone falls off a building. That's the common denominator of both the Chris Bradford final episode and the episode requiem. Unlike the episode requiem, the Chris Bradford finale is sudden with little to no pay off and has the turtles going..."that's it?"

Which is the opposite of the episode it's showcased in. The episode requiem has one of the most emotional showdowns and death where the actors, storyboarders, and animators put their heart and soul into it. I'm convinced the entire budget went to this second to last episode.

The episode after that on the other hand. The actual finale episode "Owari" is a different story. I'm gonna ignore the questionable writing choices they made to get certain characters where they needed to be in the last moments of the episode bc I have a lot of issues with that but that's not what this is about. This is about Leo and Shredders final stand off.

Actual spoiler time. Shredder should've died either after Leo almost got through to him but went ahead and stabbed him, or when the bros had shredder pinned and Donnie used the retro-mutagen. Not the moment we got.

The death we got seemed to happen...randomly? Why this moment? It was a simple attack that Leo has done before. What made this instance more special? Was it splinters word of wisdom? (Which made no goddamn sense btw) The anime esque freeze frame we get held no emotional weight. It felt simply like a "Leo was faster and stronger" moment. Which. Who cares? This is a weak character moment on both Leo and shredder. A good hero vs villain final fight should ALWAYS be more than just "they were faster/stronger". This is hero vs villain finale showdown 101.

It doesn't help that the final shot we see was unclear on what actually happened. It did not read that he died by Leo's sword at all. Which btw shouldn't have been able to happen anyways since we established that his swords can't pierce shredders heart but whatever. I'm ignoring that rn.

I'm wondering why that creative choice. Did Nickelodeon not want to show a kid killing someone? They had no problem with showing splinter being brutally stabbed on screen an episode earlier. Is it only ok if shredder kills someone? The cross fade from that one "dramatic" freeze frame shot to the next scene paired with all the other context I mentioned had me go..."thats it?" After that, I didn't care that Leo walked to the edge of the cliff and dramatically dropped shredder's helmet. Bc I was still stuck wondering "wtf happened. And also. THATS IT??" Just like the turtles reaction with the Chris Bradford finale.

So I'm wondering. Bad writing? Or was the audience supposed to feel that way towards Shredder's death? If the latter. That's a weird writing choice. Why do that to your big villain of FOUR seasons? And if the former. Well this is 2012 lmao. With every good writing moment you get an equally bad or worse writing moment. Just kinda sucks this happened on arguably the best season of 2012

#if you want to have your characters be unable to go back to the big battle #make it more convincing #youre really trying to convince me that raph donnie mikey just sat there watching a burning building #and didnt do anything to get back #despite the wall looking like it was scalable with a grappling hook #THAT THEY ALL CARRY #like cmon do better of you dont want them in the final scene #cuz i didnt by it one bit #ughh 2012 i simultaneously love and hate you #pixel blurbs #tmnt 2012 thoughts #tmnt 2012

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Jonatello fanfic I made ! 🫶

Feel free to give me constructive criticism, I’m 13 years old so I’m not the best at writing lol . Its also kind of sloppy (I think) so idk advice is appreciated

WARNING : angsty af lol, theres some blood but its not very in depth

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Crickets chirped, bugs buzzed. The ominous forest crept with all sorts of exotic, intriguing creatures. It was a dark night, the leaves swaying along in a steady rhythm with the cold night wind. Yet of course, there was a mission the turtles needed to take action on, which was about a new mutant that had been causing a ruckus around the town, always leaving sticks and muddy trails to the forest. Which is how they ended up right in front of it. The blue masked turtle, Leo, was already giving her brothers orders. She was the leader after all.

“Okay.. Mikey, Raph, you two go with each other —“ Before she could finish, Raphael had already interrupted her with an annoyed groan.

“Mikey?! Come on, why can’t I go with Casey?!” He asked in a miffed tone of voice.

“Oh come on dude, I’m not THAT bad!” Mikey said in a playful tone. He wasn’t so affected by Raph’s arrogance, it was normal for him, especially as a little brother. Casey let out a chuckle, but Leo wasn’t having it.

“Enough already! Raph, just go with Mikey. Just follow orders.” Leo demanded, which was followed up with an irritated huff from Raph.

“Alright .. Casey, Donnie, you two go together.” Again, Leo was interrupted.

“What?!” Casey and Donnie both blurted out in synchronization.

“No way! I’m not going with this dull-witted jerk!” Donnie said, nudging Caseys shoulder roughly.

“Hey! What does that even mean!?” Casey fired back at Donnie, looking at him with an annoyed glare.

“Oh, use some context clues shells-for-brains!”

“No way you just said that, you’re the turtle!”

The two went on with their banter for a bit, Mikey and Raph enjoying the show a bit too much. Soon enough, Leo let a light groan escape under her breath.

“Alright, alright, enough you two!” She shouted out. The two boys were practically butting heads, but she pushed them away from each other so this argument wouldn’t escalate.

“Don’t argue too much, got it? That goes for you too.” Leo shot Mikey and Raph a piercing glare.

“Aye-aye, captain!” Mikey exclaimed, and with that, Mikey and Raph ventured off into the eerie forest. Leo sighed, then looked at Casey and Donnie, signaling for them to go too. They obliged, traveling into the uncanny forest.

The two boys stepped foot into the forest, the sound of grass being pushed up against the muddy ground and the snapping of twigs was the only thing heard in the moment. Casey was being his regular cocky self, stepping ahead of Donnie and taking the lead.

“Come on, Don-tron! Don’t pussy out now!” He said in a snide tone. The turtle rolled his eyes, scanning the area for any potential dangers.

“Yeah, okay Casey.” He said back, with a more irritated tone compared to Caseys. The gloomy forest crawled with all sorts of interesting topics, to Donnie at least, but the eeriness of it all kept him distracted. Donnie had a terrible premonition about this path, but he quickly dismissed these feelings in his head. He tried his best to focus on the main task at hand, looking for any signs of the new mutant that had been causing major disruption around the town. No one knew much about this new mutant, other than it was rather big and always made huge messes around the neighborhood.

“Keep up, would ya’?” Casey gave Donnie a huge, snarky grin as he ran through the forest. Donnie lectured him for running, as it was dangerous to run through such a dense, murky forest. Despite Donnies scolding, both boys heard a loud SNAP! from behind them. They both abruptly diverted their attention to behind them, doing a sharp 180 spin around. A dark, black figure was lurking in the depths of the forests shadows. Donnie stepped back, bumping into Casey unwittingly. He turned around out of instinct to what he had just clashed with.

“DONNIE!”

Heavy pants from their own breathing and the sound of twigs snapping, following it up with languid, raucous stomps. The two boys ran for their life through the crammed forest. Out of fear, they stuck to each other like glue. It was difficult to breath, and both of them were gasping for air as they raced through the gloomy forest, fearing for their own lives.

“You .. you know man ..” Casey stammered out through gasps for air.

“I’ve needed to tell you something.” He managed out once more, making sharp turns and dragging Donnie with him. Donnie glanced over at Casey, but then diverted his attention back to where he was running.

“What?! This isn’t the best time, Casey!” He blurted out, not in the mood for any of Caseys foolishness right now.

Casey was reluctant, with his words, and it was almost like he was putting it off. Eventually, he got out the words he needed to say.

“I.. I love you man! Like, really really! Not in a friend way. You .. you know?!” He fumbled over his words, squeezing his eyes shut as he ran through the grim forest. Donnies eyes widened in surprise, he looked over at Casey. Both of their hearts were beating out of their chests. Both for the same two reasons.

“W .. What?!” Donnie blurted out, completely dumbstruck by Caseys impulsive confession. He was so stressed in the moment, he just stopped in his tracks and looked at Casey, dumbfounded. Both of their faces tinted a crimson red color. Caseys pupils dilated, his eyes fixed on the figure behind Donnie.

“DONNIE!”

Emotion bottled up inside turtles body, before the top of the bottle bursted open and waves came flowing out. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the boys paint splattered, torn hoodie. He didn’t even care for the aching pain in his legs, he didn’t care that he himself was covered in immense amounts of blood, he didn’t care that he was trembling. He held Casey close, not letting go for a second.

“Casey.. wake up.. please..” He pleaded, an imploring look plastered on his face as he looked down at the lifeless boy. The flow of blood from the boys chest was torrential and rapid. Donnie untied his purple mask, holding the bandana up to Caseys wound. The red blood seeped through the purple fabric. Donnies body got weaker, and weaker.. yet he never stopped begging for Casey to wake up. His sobs never stopped. His pleads never stopped. Til his body began to feel numb and tender. He stared at the limp boys body, the way his eyes were bloodshot and open. It was a horrific scene. He winced with pain as he tried to move his body. He looked down at himself, blood pouring out of his own wounds. So he waited there, and waited, and waited. Til a dark black abyss surrounded his mind, and he was finally at rest. With Casey right by his side, forever.

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Hold On (Or Three Times Donatello's Soft Shell Almost Killed Him, and One Time it Saved His Life)

The first time it happened, there really wasn’t anyone to blame. Four knee-high turtles stumbling around were chaos-bound, no matter how early their father tried to send them to bed. They were in Raph’s room, brightly colored bandanas wrapped tightly around their little heads. Raph was standing on top of his bed with a huge toothy grin.

“Are you ready, boys?!” he yelled, spreading his arms wide.

Mikey was hanging on the bookshelf, his short legs dangling dangerously. Leo was crouched on a chair, and Donnie was balancing on a pillow in the center of the room.

They all smiled back and began to chant, “Three, two, one, THE FLOOR IS LAVA!” Their screams echoed around the room, and they began to bounce from one piece of furniture to the next.

“Look out, Mikey!” Leo shrieked as he jumped and desperately tried to hang onto the shelf. The younger box-shell laughed hysterically as the shelf began to wobble, clearly not designed to handle the weight of the two turtles.

“Saaaave meeeee!” Mikey held out his hand, and pulled the rest of his body into his shell. Leo reached out, wrapping three chubby fingers around Mikey’s hand, right before his shell tipped off the bookcase. He began to swing his littlest brother back and forth, building momentum.

“Raph! Heads up!” With a final swing, Leo tossed Mikey across the room, toward the (relatively) large snapper.

Raph jumped up and closed his arms around Mikey’s shell with a triumphant “Gotcha!” As he landed, his left foot slipped out from underneath him, and he stumbled off the side of the bed.

All of this would have been fine, if not for two simple facts. The first is that that with Mikey in his arms, he instinctively fell backwards, trusting his own shell to take the fall.

The second is that Donnie was crawling underneath them both, building a bridge of pillows across the concrete floor.

There was absolute silence as the two shells collided. Donnie was splayed on the floor facedown, Raph was on top of him, still holding Mikey in his arms. From the shelf, Leo would swear that he heard a soft hiss as the spikes and jagged edges of Raph’s shell pierced Donnie. The soft-shelled turtle let out a shattered gasp, and his eyes snapped open.

In the same breath, Raph tried to stand up. And Donnie screamed.

In the panic of it all, Raph dropped once more onto Donnie’s shell, and the scream got ever louder.

“STOP!” he screeched, clawing at the ground underneath him. “PLEASE STOP. I-” His cry for help was cut off as their father burst through the door, clearly alarmed by the scene before him. Splinter grabbed a stunned Raph by the sides and lifted him directly up, gasping as he saw what lay underneath his largest son. He set Raph on the bed, mindful that he was still holding Mikey.

“Purple,” he whispered, setting a gentle clawed hand on top of the quivering shell. Donnie screamed at the contact, and Splinter quickly drew the hand back. He reached underneath his son, scooping him into his arms without putting any contact on the wounds.

“Blue!” Splinter turned his attention to the shocked boy, still on the shelf. He raised his voice to be heard over the sound of Donnie’s wails. “Get your brothers and follow me!” He raced out of the room, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Red had begun to cry. He hurried to the table in their barely stocked kitchen, and laid the crying child on top of it. He grabbed a kitchen towel, and began wiping away the pools of blood on Donnie’s shell. The towel quickly soaked through, and the blood showed no signs of slowing. “Blue!” Splinter yelled once more, panic rising in his voice. “Red!”

Leo and Raph appeared in the doorway, tears sliding down Leo’s cheeks, and choking sobs stuttering out of Raph.

“I’m so sorry,” Raph wailed, his hands clenching around the fabric of his shirt. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Not now!” Splinter snapped, internally knowing that he would need to apologize later. “I need help. Blue, go to bathroom and gather all the towels we have. Red, bring me the first aid kit by my chair, and then get me a bowl of warm water.” The two turtles hesitated for a moment; eyes locked on their crying brother. “Move!” Splinter bellowed, satisfied when they turned and ran. His turned back to Purple, whose wails had quieted into hiccups. He placed a hand on the young one’s forehead.

“Purple, can you hear me?” He received nothing but sniffles in response at first. He continued to stroke his head, silently wishing his sons would hurry.

“It hurts,” He heard a weak voice choke out. Donnie had his head tilted away from his father, but Splinter could tell by the way his skin quivered that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. “Dad, it hurts so much.” Splinter opened his mouth, but was cut off by the entry of Leo and Raph, followed closely by Mikey. He gathered the materials, thanking his sons quietly. He shooed them out, promising them that they could come back in soon.

Towels in hand, he cleaned up Purple’s shell, taking note of the most serious injuries. Three incisions, from the sharpest points of Red’s shell, laid an equal distance apart. They were just above the halfway point of his shell, an inch long, and looked to be a half inch deep. They would need stitches, surely.

“You will be okay, Purple,” he murmured, opening the first aid kit to bring out some disinfecting wipes and the suture supplies. He wiped the first cut, whispering apologies as his child hissed at the sting. He had nothing to help with pain, and the stitches needed would be extraordinarily painful. Splinter heard a whimper at the door, and turned to see that his other three sons had gathered at the doorway once more. He tilted his head, beckoning them inside.

“Purple, listen to me.”

Donnie turned his head to face his father, and Splinter felt his heart break at the sight of his wobbling lip. “Dad?”

“Hold on to your brothers’ hands,” he instructed sternly, and immediately the other three crowded near. Raph grabbed Donnie’s left hand, whispering apologies over and over. Leo grabbed Donnie’s right, locking eyes with his self-proclaimed twin and gently resting his head on Donnie’s. Mikey, as small as he was, pushed himself under Raph’s arm to hold on as well.

Splinter started on the first cut, the needle piercing the soft shell, and Donnie simply sobbed. Mikey started to cry in response, but not one of the brothers let go. Every time the needle entered, Splinter could feel Donnie tense, and he could feel the other three squeeze back in response. It took five stiches to close the first wound, and Splinter immediately moved on to the next, wanting it to be over as soon as possible for his purple son. The only sound in the room was Donnie’s wet gasps and whines, and the hushed reassurances of his family.

Fifteen stitches later, Splinter was finished. He dropped the last bloody towel onto the floor, and started to wrap Purple’s shell with bandages.

“It is finished, my son. Let us rest now.” He lifted Donnie’s body to wrap the bandage under and around him. Better too much protection than too little. He took note of how none of his other sons moved at the disturbance. “Let go, boys.”

Donnie’s hands were clasped so tightly around his brothers’ that his knuckles were white, starkly contrasting his dark green hands.

“Let go,” Splinter repeated again, putting more of an edge into his words. “You can join him in bed, but I must move him.”

Mikey let go first, immediately moving from his brother to hold on to the edge of his father’s robe. Leo followed, furiously wiping away tears.

Raph stayed, snatching up the hand that Leo left behind.

“It’s okay, Raph,” Donnie whispered, and Splinter was somehow proud that his son still had the energy to speak. He was so much stronger than he appeared. “I’m okay, and I’m not mad. It was an accident.”

Raph said nothing, shaking his head and holding on to Donnie’s hands tighter.

Splinter moved to pack up the first aid kit, but a flash of red on Raph’s shell made him draw a shaky breath and pick up another wipe. He moved behind Red, and gently started to wipe the blood-tipped spikes on his oldest son, silently grateful that Red’s attention was on Purple.

“Purple will be okay, Red, he murmured. “We will all be okay.”

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The second time it happened, it was very very clear to Donatello who was at fault.

It was closing in on two in the morning, the full moon illuminating the almost silent docks. The waves of the Hudson splashing up onto the wooden piers was the only sound for miles. Leo and Donnie walked along the rickety walkway, scanning for any signs of a disturbance. It was rare for the twins to be on patrol without the other two. Raph had argued against splitting up the team, and Donnie was inclined to agree after the entire Shredder “situation”. But there were reports of attacks all throughout the city, and there simply wasn’t another solution.

Mikey and Raph had headed into the heart of Times Square, where (according to rumors) Meat Sweats was trying to eat tourists.

“I’m just saying,” Leo drawled as he kicked a pebble off the side of the dock. “I don’t understand why he would go after tourists. New Yorkers would taste just fine, really.”

“Are you suggesting he focuses his terrorism on the locals?”

“No! I’m just saying that if you’re going to eat anyone, why outsource at all? There are plenty of good people here.”

Donnie pushed his goggles up, blinking as his eyes adjusted. “It sounds like you want him to eat New Yorkers.”

“No!”

“Do you want to eat New Yorkers?” Donnie lifted an eyebrow, glaring at his twin.

“I would eat New Yorkers before I ate anyone from New Jersey, and that is a promise.” Leo skipped out ahead of him, walking backward so he was facing Donnie. “New game. Which state has the worst tasting people?”

“Leo-”

“Smart money is on North Carolina, and I have a reason.”

“Leo!” Donnie kicked gravel up and towards the slider. “Focus.”

Leo rolled his eyes, turning back around and resuming his game of kicking rocks in the river. “Donald, in case you haven’t noticed,” he spun around in a circle, his arms out wide. “There’s no one here.”

Donnie opened up the menu on his wrist-pad, bringing up the files he collected on suspicious activity in the city. “For the past three nights, there have been disturbances at the docks. Shipping containers going missing, strange sounds, disappearing employees,-”

“Destroyed walkways?” Leo interjected, slowly coming to a stop. Donnie walked up beside him, surveying the damage. The wooden dock they were walking on had a large jagged hole, right in the center.

“Aproximentally seventy-five centimeters in diameter – and look at the-”

Leo smacked him on the shoulder. “I don’t speak metric, I’m from New York.”

“Aproximentally two and a half feet,” Donnie paused. “In diameter. Look at the way the wood shattered.” He gestured at the splinters of wood, all pointed up. “Something punched through this from the water, then went right back where it came from.”

Leo was silent for a moment, leaning his elbow on Donnie’s battle shell. “Hold on a minute, did you say missing employees?”

Donnie nodded, opening his mouth to speak, but never getting the chance. The wood directly underneath them exploded, knocking the two turtles apart. Leo crashed to the side, and Donnie careened into the water.

A tentacle, jet-black with silver streaks, towered above the docks. Immediately, Donnie grabbed on to the edge of the pier, pulling himself up and out of the water, while drawing his Tech-Bō in the same breath.

“This doesn’t look like Draxum!” Leo yelled, already back on his feet, unsheathing his twin ōdachi blades.

“Really?” Donnie yelled back, and the tentacle came crashing down, blowing the pier to smithereens. Leo immediately summoned a portal underneath him, and Donnie instantly understood the game plan. His battleshell hummed as it rocketed him into the air, giving him an aerial view of what exactly it was that they were dealing with. He held out his left hand, smiling as he heard Leo’s portal open above him. Leo was already reaching out, and immediately grabbed hold of the outstretched hand. His battleshell was strong enough to hold them both, and they soared upwards as the tentacle crashed through the dock again.

“What are we dealing with, Don-Tron?” Leo yelled above the wind, instinctively drawing his feet up as the tentacle thrashed beneath him.

Donnie pulled his goggles back over his face, letting out a low-whistle at what he saw. “The mystic readings are through the figurative roof, Nardo.”

“Not a mutant?”

“Some sort of squid yokai, then.” Donnie adjusted his grip on Leo’s wrist, frowning as a second tentacle slammed through, just north of the first.

“Divide and conquer?”

“I rather not, squid definitely have more than two arms.”

“Fair enough,” Leo laughed, “Let’s start with the first!”

And with that, Donnie let go, letting Leo plunge toward the beast, cackling with laughter. He followed closely behind, transforming the head of his Tech-Bō into a spear. It plunged into the tip of the tentacle with a satisfying hiss. Donnie planted his feet on the creature, pulling the spear down toward the shattered docks. The creature in the water shrieked as it was sliced open, sending a shiver up Donnie’s shell. He quickly reached the bottom, having sliced the first tentacle from top to bottom. Leo threw his ōdachi at the middle point, directly where Donnie had sliced it. The ōdachi easily cleaved through, and the creature howled once more. The destroyed tentacle quickly retreated, while the severed top crashed into the water. The second tentacle shortly followed. The twins stood on the shaky wooden pier, listening for movement.

“It’s retreating,” Donnie whispered.

“Good!” Leo whispered back.

Sure enough, the mass underneath them seemed to be headed toward open water. The broken floor underneath them groaned as the beast swam slowly away.

“Simple enough,” Leo sighed. “Almost disappointing.” He glanced back toward the mainland, sighing when he saw that the walkway needed to get home was completely destroyed. At least 20 feet of the dock was completely gone, and the dark waters of the Hudson lapped softly underneath. He held out his hand to Donnie. “Give us a boost? I do not feel like swimming, and this mission is not worth another portal.”

Donnie sighed dramatically, but reached out to pick up his brother.

He never did get the chance.

The creature, in its escape, snapped once last tentacle out of the water. It exploded through the wood once more, and Donnie simply didn’t have enough time to react. He turned around at the noise, and the tentacle hit him squarely in the plastron. It sent him rocketing back, to the point where he almost cleared the gap he was about to fly over.

Almost. He slammed into the jagged edge of the dock, shell first. His head snapped back, and a shattered gasp filled his ears. He hung there, his battleshell impaled on the wood and metal supports of the dock. Faintly, he heard his brother scream his name. He registered the feeling of blood dripping down his shell and legs. The blood was moving quick, much quicker than he would have liked. The battleshell was compromised, he was compromised. He tried to take a breath, which quickly stuttered out. He needed to move, he needed to run, he was stuck, he was -

The hum of a portal snapped him out of his thoughts, and Leo appeared on the dock above him.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, looking down and seeing blood-stained Hudson below. He dropped to his knees, reaching out a hand, but not exactly knowing where to place it. “Holy shit, Donnie, what do I do?”

Donnie had to crane his neck upwards to look at Leo. He tried to speak, but all that came out was another shattered gasp.

“We need to get you out,” Leo breathed, answering his own question. “We need to get you out of your shell, Donnie, how do we get you out of your shell?”

Donnie’s left arm came up weakly to gesture to the strap on his right shoulder. He was grateful that Leo didn’t need any more guidance than that. Leo reached down, grabbed the strap, and pulled. There was a quiet hiss as the battleshell detached.

The pain that followed was – indescribable. Donnie clenched his eyes shut as a scream ripped its way out of his throat.

“Donnie?” whispered Leo, barely heard above the shouts of pain. He was expecting Donnie to drop into the water. His mind almost didn’t comprehend the fact that Donnie was still hanging there, still impaled. The audible sound of the blood dripping into the river is what snapped him out of it. Leo grabbed Donnie’s head, tilting it forward so he could look behind his brother, see what was connecting him still. “Donnie!” he yelled, as he finally saw. “Oh my god just – hold on!” Three metal support beams had penetrated both of Donnie’s shells. Without the battleshell attached, the full force of Donnie’s body weight was on these three poles, dragging him down, and ripping open the soft shell slowly.

Leo slammed one of his ōdachi into the edge of the dock, and lowered himself next to his brother. He wrapped his one free arm around Donnie’s waist, trying not to panic at the warm blood raced over his arm. He kicked his legs up until they made contact with the dock, and pushed out outwards, letting go of the sword he was holding onto.

Leo had just enough time to gasp, “deep breath!” as they both fell into the Hudson.

The cold water was a shock, silencing Donnie’s screams and Leo’s thoughts. The water around them was quickly dyed red, and Leo knew he was running out of time. They sank down too quickly, and with Donnie’s dead weight, there would be no swimming up. Leo tilted down, still holding onto Donnie. With his remaining ōdachi he sliced open a portal below them.

And with a last burst of energy, Leo kicked his legs, and pushed them both through.

They crashed into the lair, along with a tidal wave of water. The teleported wave slammed into their living room, absolutely destroying Splinter’s chair and their projector before dispersing on the floor.

But Leo didn’t even notice.

His focus was on his twin in his arms. His silent, cold, deathly pale twin.

“Donnie, c’mon!” Leo yelled, ignoring the way his voice cracked. He shook him gently. “We’re home, please wake up!” Distantly, he heard the shouts of Mikey and Raph on the other side of the lair.

“We need some help!” he screamed in the direction of the noise, shaking Donnie once more. Nothing. He flipped Donnie so his plastron was resting on his legs, and immediately, Donnie started to cough.

“Oh thank god, Donnie!”

The soft-shell hacked up water, desperately trying to take a breath. “Leo?”

“You’re going to be alright, just – just stay still.” Leo ran a hand over Donnie’s shell. For lack of a better phrase, it was simply torn apart. But he would be alright. The wounds weren’t too deep. He would need a horrible number of stitches, and might even need a transfusion. But Mikey and Raph would get here soon, and he would be alright. He grabbed a blanket that was in arms distance and pressed it onto Donnie’s shell, hoping to stop the oozing blood.

Leo let out a sob that he didn’t realize he was holding. This had all happened so fast and Donnie almost –

Tears started to flow, landing on top of the blanket. Donnie almost –

Donnie’s hand reached around to his own shell, grabbing hold of Leo’s arm and squeezing gently.

“You’re going to be alright, you big dork,” Leo whispered as Mikey and Raph burst into the room. “Just hold on.”

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The third time it happened, Donnie couldn’t blame anyone but himself. Everything that led up to that moment had been his call, his decision. And when he looked back at that day, he didn’t regret a single thing.

His steps were louder than he wanted them to be as tore through the Krang’s ship, desperately hoping for a control panel of some kind. He had a job to do. Get control of the Krang ship, send it back where it came from. That’s all he needed to focus on. Stealth wasn’t the highest priority at the moment. All he needed to do was focus.

That alone was proving difficult, as a distant part of his mind, a part that he was trying very pointedly to ignore, was consumed with worry. Leo going on his own to find Raph could be disastrous. There was no guarantee that his oldest brother was even alive at this point. He couldn’t be sure that Leo was either. He shook his head frantically, trying to clear his mind of those thoughts.

Then again, Donnie thought as his vision cleared and he looked down at the Krang “computer”. This plan wasn’t shaping up to be much better.

“Oh god,” Donnie whispered, trying not to immediately gag. “I know what I have to do.”

He turned away for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He could hear Mikey gagging in the background, as the youngest turtle figured out what was about to happen. Donnie turned back, steeling himself for what was going to happen. He heard Mikey sprouting encouragement in the background, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath, and plunged his hands into the Krang control panel.

Burning, searing, heat was the first thing Donnie felt. Tendrils of pink and violet crawled up his arms, poking and prodding, trying to find an entrance, and burning a pathway up his skin. He grit his teeth, plunging his arms deeper and closing his eyes.

The outline of the Technodrone appeared behind his eyelids, hazy and flickering. He could feel the walls of the ship, the floors, the engines, the weapons, every living being that resided upon it. But that was all he could do. He could feel them, but he couldn’t control anything.

He opened his eyes, standing up straighter.

“It's not working!” Donnie yelled in frustration. “I need more of a connection.” He turned to face Mikey who was standing guard. “Mikey, take off my battleshell.”

“No,” Mikey immediately responded. “You're too vulnerable with just your soft shell.”

Ignoring the sting that those words brought, Donnie shook his head once more. “There's no time! Hurry!”

He felt his younger brother move behind him, gently unclasping his battleshell. As if the Krang ship understood, the tendrils immediately moved off of his arms, allowing Donatello to turn around. He saw Mikey glance at the burns on his hands, and scrunch his face up in fear. He closed his eyes before Mikey could say anything, as they both knew this needed to happen. For Earth, for their home, for Raph.

What happened next was a bit of a blur.

The tendrils came up from the console once more, this time quickly latching onto his soft shell. Donnie took deep breath at the now familiar burn, refusing to let pain or disgust get the better of him.

Once attached, the tendrils on his shell hesitated for the briefest of moments, as both parties got used to the other. Donnie opened his eyes, trying to smile at a clearly distressed Mikey. He opened his mouth to joke about how he had been meaning to get a back massage for a while, but stopped short as the tendrils drew back ever so slightly, and stabbed directly into Donatello.

His mind was bombarded with information, sensations, data, pain, - and he was briefly knocked out as the tendrils dragged his entire body into the control panel. There was silence for a moment, until Mikey quietly spoke up.

“Donnie?” he whispered, still holding on to the battleshell. “Donnie?”

Inside the panel, Donnie woke up. His mouth was open in a silent scream, and he hopelessly thrashed against the Krangs hold. The tendrils drove deeper into his shell, driving tears from his eyes that were unable to fall.

He felt everything.

He felt the roar of the Technodrone’s engines, responding to his own breath. He looked through the eyes of every Krang on the ship, who immediately sensed that something wasn’t right. He felt the footsteps of Raph and Leo, dancing around each other in a very close battle. He felt –

He felt Mikey’s heartrate pick up, panicking as a Krang barreled towards them both. The only thought he had was to Protect Mikey, and the ship did exactly that. Tentacles slammed the Krang out of the way, quickly interlocking over the alien, preventing its escape.

The image of the Technodrone was now clear in his mind, and he immediately began driving back towards the portal. He had just enough thought to tell Mikey that he “was a spaceship!” before he was back to the task at hand, pouring everything he had into the engines.

It was working.

For a moment, anyway.

He heard Mikey give a startled shout as the Krang leader punched a hole through the wall and took him away. Donnie tried to gather resources to put up some sort of defense for himself, but it was no use.

He felt the Krang leader break into the control panel.

He felt the tendrils pulled out of his shell, leaving nothing but sizzling flesh and oozing wounds in their wake.

He felt his mind literally ripped from the ship, and everything went black once more.

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Donnie remembered the rest of the night in pieces only.

He remembered –

Raph screaming as he desperately tried to rip the Krang off of his flesh.

The hum of his Ninpo through his broken body, giving him the energy to launch an attack on the Krang leader.

Pulling up a shield, trying to prevent the Krang from shredding Mikey.

Falling through the air.

He remembered –

He remembered staring at the sky and crying, looking for a sign that his stupid twin was still alive.

Holding on to Mikey as he did the impossible, and brought Leo back from hell itself.

April supporting him as they crawled back to their lair, or what was left of it.

When they arrived home, all Donnie wanted to do was find a portion of his home that wasn’t completely destroyed, curl up, and sleep for the next three days.

But that simply wasn’t possible. His brothers were injured, much more than he was. The wounds on his back had stopped bleeding, and weren’t stopping from him from working. So he wouldn’t stop either. The first thing he did was attach a backup battleshell. There wasn’t time to focus on him. He needed Splinter, April, and Casey to focus on his brothers, and they wouldn’t be able to do that if he worried them in any way. He threw all of himself into their care.

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For two straight nights, Donnie did nothing but float from bedside to bedside. He designed an x-ray machine, he stole books on turtle anatomy, he did hours and hours of research to be the best medic he could be. He slept in fifteen-minute increments, often in a chair, often while the other three were sleeping as well.

And the battleshell didn’t come off.

And it was fine.

He could do this for them.

Leo and Raph’s injuries were – extensive to say the least. On top of it all, Leo was the worst kind of patient, constantly asking questions and trying to move when he was told very clearly to sit down and shut up. At least Raph could listen.

“For the last time, you’re both on bedrest. And believe it or not,” he glared at Leo, who didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. “Bedrest does not include making cereal.”

“It’s all we have in the house,” Raph whispered, holding an icepack up to his eye. It was a constant task, keeping enough ice on hand in the house. Donnie wasn’t sure if his eye was actually burning still, or if it was more of a comforting thing at this point. It didn’t really matter.

“What are you-?” Donnie sputtered. “I’m not upset about the cereal, I’m upset that you got up at all! If you want cereal, I will make it!”

“I don’t want to bother-” Raph started.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Donnie snapped, flinching at the downcast look that took over Raph’s face. Leo frowned, tilted his head in a silent accusation.

Donnie sighed. He placed a hand on the snapper’s arm. “Focus on getting better. Let me take care of everything else, you big lug.”

Raph immediately brightened, and pulled Donnie into a hug.

Donnie, who would normally hiss and complain if handled like that, went deathly silent as waves of pain crashed through his shell.

“You alright, Donald?�� Leo asked, immediately sensing that something wasn’t right.

“I’m fine, Nardo.” He ducked out of Raph’s hold, and put on a smile that he knew wasn’t fooling anyone. “Get some rest, boys.”

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Mikey’s hands had extensive burns, all the way up to his elbows. He needed a reapplication of aloe and new bandages at least four times a day, so Donnie had to make multiple runs for supplies in the middle of the night.

“Where are you getting these from?” Mikey softly asked, pointing at the pink bandages Donnie brought to his bedside on the third night.

“Pharmacies,” Donnie replied truthfully, finishing up and taping the edge of the bandage down.

Mikey squinted. “How are you getting these?”

“What do you mean ‘how’?”

“You’re just walking in?”

“Michael!” Donnie gasped, placing an offended hand over his own chest. “I don’t appreciate what you’re insinuating. I’m getting these supplies like everyone else in New York is getting supplies!”

“Which is?”

“By throwing a rock through a Walgreens window and grabbing them.”

“DONNIE!”

“Michealangelo, you must rest.” Donnie gathered up the bandages, smiling softly as Mikey laughed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What about you?” Mikey asked. Donnie looked up to see Mikey staring directly at him. “You haven’t slept in a while.”

“I’m good,” Donnie shrugged. “I’ve got a lot to work on.”

“Please?” Mikey asked. He scooted himself to the edge of the makeshift medical bed. “Just rest for a bit.”

Donnie blew heavily through his nose, knowing that he already lost the battle. He couldn’t say no to Mikey. And a bit of rest might actually do him some good. He had been feeling warm all day, and the stinging in his shell had gotten so much worse from when Raph had hugged him.

“Fine,” he huffed. “But only for a few hours.”

He crawled into bed next to Mikey, sitting up just a bit so he could set an alarm clock on his wrist pad.

“Aren’t you going to take off your battleshell?” Mikey mumbled, already halfway asleep.

Donnie didn’t reply, instead choosing to lay his head down and close his eyes.

He would just be out for a few hours – then he needed to get back to work.

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When Donnie awoke, he was on the floor.

“Donnie?” he heard Mikey mumble. “Donnie are you okay?”

The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, Donnie realized distantly.

His body felt – bruised, as if it had just went through something horrible. He tried to stand up, but his right leg quickly gave out, and he collapsed once more.

“Donnie?” Mikey was more panicked now. “What’s going on?”

He – He didn’t know. Something was wrong. His voice wasn’t working. He was so hot. He held a hand up to his forehead, realizing that he was sweating profusely.

“Mikey – I think I-” Donnie’s leg kicked out, and he collapsed completely. There was a moment of quiet, and he started to convulse on the floor.

The last thing he heard was Mikey screaming for help, and Leo bursting into the room.

That asshole. He was supposed to be on bedrest.

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Donnie came to slowly. The clock on the counter read 4:16, but he wasn’t sure if it was morning or night. He saw his battleshell resting on a chair. The dried blood on the edges made Donnie want to go right back to bed, but he continued looking around the room. Raph was curled into a chair by the door, icepack still in hand. Mikey was in a chair by his bed, one arm draped over Donnie, snoring softly. He woke as soon as Donnie started to stir.

“Donnie!” Mikey gasped, “Oh my gosh, we were so worried!”

Donnie brought an exhausted hand up to Mikey’s head, patting him softly.

Leo, unfortunately, was not asleep. He was standing in the center of the room, staring right at him.

“Good morning?” Donnie croaked. His throat felt like sandpaper. Leo silently grabbed a water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to his twin. He drank half of it. “What’s the verdict?” he drawled.

Leo held out his hand and started to count on his fingers. “Multiple open wounds, all pus-filled, all showing signs of advanced infection. A fever of 104 degrees. Large second-degree burns all over your body. Evidence of cranial swelling. Irregular heartbeat. Three seizures so far.” Leo dropped his hands to his sides. “I’ve run out of fingers.”

Donnie said nothing, dipping his head slightly and waiting for the yelling to commence. If he was Leo, he would be furious. He would be screaming. He would be smacking people upside the head.

Instead - there was nothing.

He looked back up, cringing when he saw Leo silently crying.

“We almost lost you, Donnie.” Raph’s quiet voice cut through the room as he slowly got up. “We all almost lost you.”

Donnie said nothing, not trusting his voice to speak.

The room was silent once more.

“We can’t keep doing this, Donatello,” Leo finally choked out. His shoulders dropped, and he shook his head side-to-side. “Our family can’t take much more of this.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Donnie snapped, ignoring the way Mikey squeezed him in response.

“I know!” Leo whispered. He walked over with Raph, finding a seat near Donnie’s bedside. “I know.”

Donnie squeezed his eyes shut, not expecting that honest of a response. He felt Raph wrap a large arm around his shoulders, and Leo reached out to grab his hand.

Tears fell from his eyes as the Hamato boys gathered together, and simply tried to hold on.

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At the end of the day, Donnie understood that he had no one to blame but himself.

When he stood in front of the mirror (and he very rarely did), every scar on his back was because of him.

He was the one who had foolishly crawled under Raph when they were children.

He was the one who had turned his back on the squid yokai.

He was the one who took control of the Krang ship, and ignored the injuries until they were too much to bear.

He was the one who wasn’t quick enough to avoid the blow from Shredder, Big Mama, Draxum, Meat Sweats, –the list goes on and on.

Every scar on his back was a reminder of a time in his life that he failed. And he was sick of looking at them.

After the stint with the Krang, his shell was severely infected. The wounds on his back were in need of constant medication and bandages, just to keep the infection under control. As soon as Donnie was able to walk, Leo had declared a strict “No Battleshells Policy” for the entire lair. Mikey even made a sign, a drawing of Donnie’s battleshell, with a giant red “X” painted over it. The weight of the battleshell would make things worse, and would prevent him from monitoring the soft shell’s healing.

When Donnie complained that the policy only had consequences for him, Leo changed it to a “No Battleshells and No Hawaiian Pizza” policy. Raph and Mikey had nodded sagely at the change, declaring it to be only fair. A picture of a pizza was added to the sign the following day, and Donnie knew the battle was lost. The rest of his family was almost as stubborn as he was.

“How much longer?” Donnie’s muffled voice asked. He was facedown in a beanbag, with Leo kneeling on the ground beside him. Raph and Mikey were sprawled over the other couch, absentmindedly flicking through the channels.

Leo sighed. It had been a little over a month since Donnie had collapsed in the middle of the night. The echoes of Mikey’s screams that night had played in his head on a loop since then. He dreamed more of the moment when he took off the battleshell from his fallen brother then he did of the Krang invasion. Not a day went by when he didn’t have flashbacks of Donnie seizing in his arms, of a silently crying Raph picking Donnie up, looking much, much older than he actually was.

“Leo?” Donnie asked again. He tilted his head to look at his twin. “I asked how much longer.”

Leo shook his head, pointlessly trying to shake away memories. Four of the of the wounds were already dressed. One more to get through. He peeled the bandage off, noting with satisfaction that all that came up was dried blood. There was no puss, no infection, nothing out of the ordinary.

“It looks good, man. It really does.” Leo placed a new bandage, not even bothering to add gauze. “A week more? Maybe?”

Donnie immediately placed his head back down in the beanbag, groaning.

“That’s great, Donnie!” Raph piped up. The whites of one of his eyes had been permanently dyed pink, courtesy of the Krang, but it shined nonetheless. “You’ll be back in fighting shape soon enough!”

Donnie waited until Leo had finished taping the bandage down before he rolled over. He shot Leo a small smile, which Leo knew to take as thanks.

“It’ll be weird seeing you with a battleshell again,” Mikey yawned, stretching his hands above his hands. Thin white scars danced up his arms, reminding Donnie of shattered glass. “I’ve gotten used to you like this.”

“I haven’t,” Donnie spat. Three pairs of eyes were on him before he could even attempt to cover that admission up with a joke.

“What do you mean, Donnie?” Raph asked gently, his anxious hands settling in his lap. He had his “Let’s Talk” voice, which Donnie had been on the receiving end of more than he cared to admit these last few weeks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey pulling on a turtleneck. Which meant Doctor Feelings was not far behind.

Donnie pushed himself up and out of the beanbag. He –

He couldn’t do this right now.

He knew they meant well. He just-

He had had enough heart-to-hearts to last him a lifetime. He had seen his brothers cry way more than he should have ever had to. He couldn’t do this again.

“Nothing, you big babies. I just mean I haven’t gotten used to seeing me without my battleshell. I used to wear it constantly.” He kept his voice nonchalant, walking over to Mikey. They didn’t need to know that he felt like half of the turtle he used to be. He used one hand to pull the turtleneck off of the box shell, holding it up high so Mikey couldn’t reach. They didn’t need to know that he was afraid of reflections, that he felt like a burden, that he was absolutely positive that his brothers would be better off without him.

Mikey immediately began complaining and jumping to reach his turtleneck, causing Raph to get up to take the sweater from Donnie.

Donnie dramatically protested, but gave up without much of a fight, laughing at Mikey’s squeal of happiness when the clothing was returned.

He turned to Leo, planning on throwing a well-timed barb to bring his twin into the chaos. But when he turned, the look on Leo’s face told him that he hadn’t been able to fool him at all.

Leo opened his mouth, more than likely to call Donnie on his bullshit, but was cut off by the lair’s alarm.

Donnie quickly dropped his eyes to his wrist-pad, pulling up reports.

“It’s Hypno.”

“He survived the Krang?” Raph asked, almost surprised.

“He must have.” Donnie tapped a few more buttons, pulling up a map. “He’s at the Statue of Liberty,” Donnie rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

“Let’s get going y’all!” Mikey yelled, already running to the tank, Raph close behind.

Donnie turned to join them, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Leo-,” Donnie all but growled, “I’m not doing this now.”

“I’m not going to stop you,” the slider promised, and when did his brother get so calm? “Are you sure you’re ready? Without your shell?”

And there was a part of Donnie, a small, small part, that wanted to answer No, I don’t think I am, I don’t think I ever will be.

And Leo, able to read his twin like a book, asked one more question.

“You know you’ve got nothing to prove, right Donnie?”

Donnie just laughed, and it came out sounding a bit like a sob. He turned and ran toward the tank, Tech-Bō in hand. He heard Leo’s footsteps following closely behind, and he knew that this conversation wasn’t over.

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Hypno was –

Hypno was definitely attacking. Why he was attacking, and what his actual plan was –that was still to be discovered.

He seemed to be just sending random bursts of mystic energy at anything that moved. Cars and storefronts alike were exploding in bursts of purple and green. And a maniacal hippo was laughing hysterically at the center of it all.

“Humans have evacuated,” Donnie called out as they pulled up to the wreckage.

“That’s good,” Leo mumbled as he looked out of the tank’s window. “Is he – is he crying?” He pointed at Hypno. “Is our evil villain crying?”

“I don’t see Warren Stone anywhere.” Mikey whispered.

“Where did you get another turtleneck??” Donnie sputtered in the background.

“This may be a case of a broken heart,” Mikey continued, ignoring his older brother and pulling up his sweater. Leo and Raph howled with laugher in the background. “There might be trouble in this here paradise.”

“Oh my god,” Donnie chuckled, and turned his eyes back to issue at hand. Raph drove the tank closer, and Donnie saw as Hypno took notice of them.

“Oh, he definitely is crying,” Raph mumbled. “Poor guy.”

“Let me handle this, boys,” Donnie drawled as they pulled to a stop. He stepped out of the tank, waving off Leo’s protests. He could handle it. He needed to handle it. If he couldn’t handle an emotional Hypno, what was even the point of him?

“Hypno!” he yelled, leaning on his Tech-Bō. “I know of at least two turtles who would be willing to talk this out with you!” He pointed back toward the tank. “One of them has even got an outfit on already!”

Hypno took a threatening step toward them, and Donnie distantly wondered if he should be concerned.

The hippo held out a hand, and Donnie felt a wave of mystic energy thunder by him. He may have been needing to prove something today, but he wasn’t an idiot. He turned around to wave the other three out of the tank, when Hypno –

Hypno closed his hand into a fist.

And the tank crumpled.

Another wave of mystic energy, and the tank sailed through the air, landing in New York’s Upper Bay.

Donnie’s feet were moving before he was fully aware of the fact. He was running faster than he ever had, completely ignoring the laughter of Hypno behind him.

His brothers –

His brothers were in that tank.

And it was sinking.

There were no portals forming in the sky, bringing his brothers to safety. He didn’t hear the hum of Raph’s Ninpo, punching his way out of the tank that was slowly sinking. He didn’t hear Mikey yelling for help at all.

They must be unconscious, his brain supplied, as he reached the edge of the bay and dived in.

The water silenced the chaos of the city. The only noise was the beating drum of his heart as he swam desperately toward the still sinking tank.

He needed to get inside.

He had lifejackets on the tank, he just needed to attach them to his brothers.

He had also built in a disassemble protocol for instances just like this. A few clicks, and the tank would fall to pieces.

I just need to – Donnie kicked his legs furiously, ignoring the burning in his lungs. The tank was falling quicker than he could swim. He wouldn’t come back up without them. He wouldn’t. Not after all this.

There was a thud, and a cloud of dirt billowed out. They were at the bottom. One last pull, one last kick, and Donnie was there. He grabbed on to the side of the tank, pulling at the door. It was stuck. A panicked scream bubbled up in his throat, which was quickly swallowed down.

He swam over to the tank’s windshield, thanking whoever was listening that it had been broken in the attack. He dove through the window headfirst, grabbing the tank dashboard to try and pull himself through.

He didn’t quite make it. The tank’s window was small, reinforced by steel bars. He was caught at the widest point of his shell, halfway into the tank. Black dots swarmed Donnie’s vision as he thrashed, unable to move further.

His hands started to droop, and his legs stopped kicking.

He wouldn’t come back up without them. He wouldn’t come back up at all.

He opened his eyes one last time, and saw –

Donnie saw his brothers. Floating in the water, completely unconscious.

In the tank’s emergency lights, Donnie saw blood trickling out of Leo’s mouth.

And this time Donnie did scream, an angry yell that only came out as bubbles.

Not them. He wouldn’t lose them. He couldn’t lose them. He grabbed the tank’s dashboard one final time, and pulled with everything he had. He felt the edges of his shell slowly bend inwards as Donnie pushed himself through the window. With a final kick, he forced his way inside, frantically swimming toward the center control panel.

His vision was almost completely gone, and the burning in his lungs was excruciating. He opened up a glass case on the panel, and slammed a red button inside. Mechanized life jackets, much like the escape pods, flew out, attaching themselves to Leo, Mikey, Raph, and himself.

He couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. He couldn’t feel his legs.

Donnie forced his eyes to stay open, desperately punching in the passcode for the tank disassembly.

Hold on, he begged. Hold on. And he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. For his brother’s lives, for his own, for just a little more time, for anything.

A green light flashed in Donnie’s face, and the tank fell apart right as Donnie blacked out.

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For the second time in his life, Donnie regained consciousness while spitting up water.

He was face down in the grass, and extremely, extremely confused.

“Donnie! Oh, thank god!” Weakly, Donnie lifted his head to see his three brothers, all sprawled out on the grass as well.

Mikey was throwing up into the grass, and the pale face of Leo told Donnie that he had recently done the same. Raph was the only one sitting up.

They were alive. Donnie scrambled to his feet.

“What-? How did we-?

“I woke up in the middle of the bay, also throwing up water,” Raph explained, picking seaweed out of the spikes of his shell. “You three were out like lights.”

Donnie felt his eyes well up, and his hands started to shake. They had been so close. He had been so close to losing them.

“Did you carry us back?” Mikey asked weakly, and Raph nodded in response.

“But Donnie was the one who got us out!” Raph smiled. “We would’ve still been at the bottom!”

“Donnie?” Leo called softly. “Hey, are you alright?”

No, Donnie thought. No, I am not. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it, instead, he tackled his three idiots, choking back sobs. He felt his brother’s arms wrap around him, heard the soft murmuring of Leo and Mikey, but he couldn’t stop shaking. He rested his head against Raph’s plastron, sighing when Raph leaned his head on top of his.

“Donnie?” Leo called. “Your shell. It’s bruised around the edges. Cut up a bit.”

And Donnie just laughed, and pulled his brothers in tighter, beyond thankful for the soft shell on his back.

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This is a complete work! I really hope you enjoyed. It is on AO3 if you’re interested. <3

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!tmnt #rise donatello #rise raphael #rise tmnt #rise michelangelo #rise leo

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Chapter 11: Buddy

TW! Eating Disorder, Infertility, Sexual Harassment/Assault.

Masterlist / Chapter 10

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When one's constantly surrounded by chaos, they'll do anything to seize even the slightest bit of control.

That was what Val convinced herself she had - control. In truth, she was just tossing more fuel into the ever-growing fire.

"Since I was fourteen, I've struggled with an eating disorder," she solemnly explained. "It got so bad my period stopped. It's come back a couple times over the years, but it's never been consistent - until a few months ago. The doctors told me that cos I haven't had it in so long, the probability of me actually getting pregnant is incredibly slim... So, obviously, safety first... But I really don't think it'll be in the cards for me, unfortunately."

"...You would want kids then, if you could?"

That question seemed to pain Raph.

"Maybe? I'm not a hundred percent sure yet... I'd like to figure my own shit out first; there's no freaking way I'm working in hospitality the rest of my life... If kids happen later, then great. If not, then that's okay too."

"You seem so chill about it."

No, she was not chill. She hated knowing she likely won't even get a choice. But what could she do about it now? Not much...

Val shrugged slightly. "I just don't wanna spend any more time worrying over things I can't control." She offered the terrapin a tender smile. "Raph, you certainly aren't holding me back. You've helped me in unimaginable ways and, for that, I'm so grateful... I'd like to see where this goes... but if you need more time-"

"-No, I don't need more time," Raph interrupted, brilliant eyes piercing hers with infinitely more conviction. "I don't want more time; I've wasted enough tryna talk myself out of it. I want this - I want you."

That last part made Val's heart soar.

The brunette chuckled softly, before lowering her gaze in preparation for what she was about to say next. Though she'd never dream of acting on it without the Turtles' go-ahead, it nevertheless weighed heavy on her heart.

Val barely slept last night. She wanted to continue enjoying the moment, listening to Raph's rhythmic breathing as he slept beside her. In her bed. But her thoughts were spiralling.

She never felt so conflicted.

For the past several months, she'd essentially been leading a double life.

She dropped the ball about him to Molly the night after he showed up, unannounced, at her window. She couldn't recall ever being looked at the way he did her that night; like she were the only woman in this world.

It pretty much cemented her feelings for him.

Val was so caught up in the moment that she forgot, for a moment, he actually wasn't supposed to exist.

She attempted placating Molly with as much 'safe' information she could, but her friend could tell there was more to the story (she had an aptitude for sniffing out bullshit). Naturally, she blabbed to her boyfriend. From then on, both have been hounding her for answers.

Val tried playing it off as a one-time thing but, the closer she and Raph became, the harder it was to keep her two worlds apart.

Last night was her breaking point.

As elated as she was to have finally taken that step with Raph, Val couldn't shake the despair she felt at never, ever being able to share this moment with her best friend...

That beautiful, talented woman who'd always there for her; her bosom buddy, her confidante, her mother figure - Molly deserved better.

She knew the terms, but she had to at least try...

"There's something I need to ask of you - well, of you and your family. Though I'm not sure whether it's my place..."

Raph was all ears. "Shoot."

---

Mikey practically leapt out of his seat when he spotted Raph entering the Lair.

"Look who just stepped in from the walk of shaaame!"

Aaand it starts.

Sigh.

Let's just get this over with...

"Mikey, c'mon!" Donnie chided from the kitchen. He already had on his headset; another day another dollar. "I've told you this a million times - don't jump off the back of the sofa! You'll ruin it."

Ya don't think it's already ruined? It's more duct tape than sofa at this point.

Mikey was too busy hanging off Raph like a bad smell. "So...?"

"You're dreamin', Mikey," the older brother replied as he retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that!"

"Nope."

"Just tell me one thing, please?? Was it what you expected?"

No - better.

Raph turned to Donnie, disregarding Mikey's question. "I'm headin' back to bed."

"Val keep you awake, did she?" The purple-banded terrapin faced him, smirk lingering an uncomfortably long time as he nibbled away at his Pop-Tart.

"You're so gross," Raph deflected, gesturing to his brother's 'breakfast' with a scowl. "Eat some actual food."

"Go ahead, keep changing the subject!" Mikey called after him as he made for his bedroom. "You'll fold soon enough!"

Don't hold ya breath.

"Raph."

Raph groaned inwardly at the sound of his eldest brother's voice. He turned toward its origin, finding Leo exiting the Dojo.

"May I speak with you?"

It sounded like a request, but it never was.

"Can it wait? As you know, I've got patrol tonight; I'd like to get some z's in before headin' out."

"It'll only take a few minutes of your time."

Of course. Anythin' for you, SeNsEi.

"Fine," Raph eventually conceded, following Leo into the Dojo.

---

"I heard you spent the night at Valerie's?"

"What's it to ya?" Had Raph not already had his shell up, he may have responded with less hostility.

Anger flickered in the leader's eyes, but he responded calmly. "I was just wondering why I wasn't properly informed?"

"I told Casey."

"Yeah, you told Casey - not me. I only found out cos neither he nor Mikey would shut up about it. I don't appreciate you going around me like that. For safety's sake, please let me know first. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Raph bit out. He didn't want to drag this conversation out any further - he needed to be alone with his thoughts.

"One more thing." Retrieving his shell-cell from the pocket of his belt, Leo showed Raph a single text message sent by Val.

[Good morning :) Sorry I missed you last night; I normally don't leave somebody's place without saying goodbye :/ Thanks again for having me... I was wondering if I could request an audience with you guys? I need to ask you all something. How does Sunday night sound?]

"Do you know anything about this?"

"Yeah, I do." Raph had already granted her his blessing, but it wasn't him she was concerned about...

Leo lowered his shell-cell. "Care to elaborate?"

"Yeah, I don't think so," the red-banded terrapin replied haughtily, arms folding across his plastron. "Remember the last time ya went behind her back for information?"

"I just wanna know what I'm walking into."

"Here's a fun idea," Raph proposed, dialling the condescension to 11. "Why don't you accept her request, right? No, stop. Lemme finish... you accept her request, then wait for her to come to you. Ain't no need to be doin' anythin' else... Don't ya trust her?"

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The smooth, soulful music usually helped elevate her mood – not tonight.

To put it mildly, Val was exhausted.

She was at hour 14 of her 18-hour workday; running on less than four hours’ sleep. The fact that she needed to pay her bills was the only thing keeping her going at this point.

Her thoughts frequently drifted to this morning. Though it felt liberating to have finally gotten everything off her chest, a good part of her was questioning whether she even had the right to make such a request.

She hoped to God this decision doesn't bite her in the ass...

The shift itself was relatively uneventful, until a particular man trudged up to the bar. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with sandy-brown hair, grey eyes and dressed business casual. He was polite enough when ordering his first gin and tonic but, judging by his restless demeanour, seemed rather agitated.

Suspecting he may just be having a rough day, Val decided to engage him in some small talk.

A stupid decision, in hindsight.

Things started taking a weird turn when he called her over for his second drink.

”Hey, what’s your name?”

”Valerie.” She saw nothing inherently wrong with this question; a lot of people asked it.

”Valerie...” But there was something off about the way her name rolled off his tongue, and the smile that accompanied it. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Val stifled an eye roll at that. You’re gonna be one of those guys, aren't you?

She handed over his drink with a half-smile, before stepping away to tend to other patrons.

He persisted.

”How old are you?” The man asked, not five minutes later.

”I really don’t think that question's appropriate,” Val cautioned, eyeing him warily.

”Aw, c’mon,” he insisted. “You can’t possibly be embarrassed about your age - you barely look legal.”

If I wasn't legal, I wouldn't be working here, you dumb fu-

”Sorry,” the brunette shook her head. “I’m not telling you my age.”

“Alright,” he conceded, raising his out-turned palms. “I was just trying to make conversation, but fine.”

Yeah, whatever buddy.

'Buddy' left her alone for another fifteen minutes; though she could feel his lecherous gaze on her everywhere she went.

”I’ll have another, thanks,” he called out, shaking his raised glass at her. Val stared for a moment, incredulous.

The nerve-

Deep breaths...

She strode over to refill his glass.

”Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, leaning against the bar with a smirk. “Is that why you’re playing so hard to get?”

Raph. His touch still lingered on her skin...

What were they now?

"Who says I need a boyfriend to rebuff your advances?”

He scoffed. “So, you don’t have one.”

"I didn’t say that.”

His smirk deepened.

Stop. You’re giving him what he wants.

She quickly finished his drink and pushed it toward him, then walked away.

The older gentleman seated a few feet away abruptly waved her over. "You alright?" He whispered, side-eyeing her problem patron. "Need me ta take care’a him?"

"No, thank you. I'm okay." It felt nice to know somebody was watching.

After what felt like an eternity, Buddy finally rose from his stool to reach into his back pocket. Val sighed inwardly, relieved to finally be rid of this creep.

He paid for his drinks. No tip, but she didn't care at this point; she just wanted him gone.

She turned back toward the bar, expecting him to have left. Nope. He was still standing there, waving a fifty-dollar bill at her. "Your tip."

Still wearing that stupid smirk, he dropped the bill at his end of the bar; likely expecting her to lean over so he could stare down her blouse.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

"Thank you," Val replied with a sickly-sweet smile, as she waited for him to walk away.

He did not.

Buddy nodded to the bill. "You don't want it?" He asked. No response. Her smile faltered when he pulled out a twenty and placed it on top, pushing the notes toward her.

"You don't have to-"

"-No, it's yours," he insisted, pushing them all the way across the bar. The situation was clear - he wasn't going to leave until she took the money.

Val stole a glance at 'Older Gentleman'; he was already halfway out of his seat.

"Go on. Take it."

Steeling herself, the brunette took a tentative step forward.

The moment her fingers touched the notes, Buddy lunged forward, snatching her wrist and yanking her toward him; more specifically, the bulge in his slacks.

Val finally snapped, using her free hand to repeatedly box his ear whilst twisting free of his grip. She then used both hands to shove him away. He must've caught himself in the stool as he stumbled backwards; Older Gentleman, who was now behind him, stepped aside to watch him fall flat on his ass.

The entire bar was staring now; she didn't give a shit.

"Get. Out." Val snarled, trembling with rage. She snatched up the bills and tossed them down at him, before jabbing a finger toward the door. "And take your shit with you! Go on, get out! NOW!"

"You bitch!" Buddy hissed as he hauled himself to his feet; Older Gentleman kept him at bay.

"Security!" The manager bellowed as she rushed over. "What happened?"

Val was too riled up to respond, so Older Gentleman answered for her.

"This asshole just assaulted that young woman," he explained, releasing her assailant into the arms of two security guards. "Somebody needs ta call police-"

"-No," the brunette interjected; she'd rather not deal with police ever again, if she could help it. "Let's just throw him outta here; he's made enough of a fool of himself."

Nodding, the manager motioned for security to escort Buddy out - without his money. She then turned back to Val. "Are you alright?"

The brunette nodded stiffly, avoiding Older Gentleman's concerned gaze.

"Why don't you go take a breather? I'll take over until you're ready to come back."

"Okay..."

"Hold on a moment." Older Gentleman knelt to retrieve the discarded $70, holding it out for Val to take.

"No, it's okay," she replied, gently pushing away his hand. "I don't want anything he's touched."

"Okay, then." He dropped the notes inside the tip jar, before retrieving his own wallet and pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. "This is his tip, plus mine."

Tears brimmed the brunette's eyes as she fervently shook her head. "No, please-"

"I insist," the lines around his baby blues creased as he smiled. "If ya was my daughter, I'd be incredibly proud’a you; ya deserve to be compensated for ya trouble. I'm gonna leave this right here..." Setting the cash on the bar in front of her, Older Gentleman then turned to her manager. "I'd like ta pay for my own drinks now, please."

"Of course. Right this way, sir. Valerie, it's okay - go take some time for yourself."

Val's teary gaze followed the two as they walked away, before turning to the cash Older Gentleman left atop the bar. It was too much - way too much. Why would he do that for her? She knew why, but why? It was unnecessary...

But Lord knows she needed it. Badly.

She glanced over at Older Gentleman; he was watching her from across the bar, nodding to the cash with the same determined smile. He wasn't going to let her walk away without it.

So, she took it... Then proceeded scrubbing her hands raw.

---

After viewing the surveillance footage, Kyle ‘Buddy’ Hill was officially barred from the establishment. To ensure staff remembered his ugly mug, it was added to the dreaded Wall of Shame.

"You won't need to worry about him coming in here again," Val's manager assured her. "If he so much as sniffs about, he'll be trespassed."

Those words did little to assuage Val. If that creep really wanted to get to her, he'd find a way; law be damned. Her stepfather was the same.

I may need to find myself another job...

It was after two by the time she finally clocked off. The brunette waited inside for her cab, as she usually did. However, this time, she was armed with more than just her pocketknife. In her other hand, her assortment of keys were wedged between each finger.

Something was coming; she could feel it.

Val contemplated calling Raph for help, but ultimately decided against it. This was not his fight.

It didn't take long for light to fill the concrete stairwell - her cab had arrived. Now, for the hard part.

Val took a long, unsteady breath.

You've got this.

"I'm leaving now, Karen!" The brunette called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

"Alright!" Her manager called back. "Stay safe! Goodnight!"

Now.

Out the door.

Lock it. No, not that way - yes! That's it! Go!

Up the steps! She could see the cab now, not six feet away.

We’re gonna make it!

"Hey, bitch!"

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Man, it felt good to finally be on a solo run!

Raph was stationed at Highland Park tonight; believe it or not, most shady dealings occur close to Mother Nature.

He was having quite the productive night. He'd already picked up several perps guilty of various crimes, from drug distribution to aggravated assault. He attempted stringing a few up like he used to, in his Nightwatcher days, but his shoulder was having none of it. The wound itself had healed, but he'll forever be dealing with the residuary nerve damage.

For every perp caught, Raph had to report back to Donnie so the latter could call it in to the authorities. The Turtles (officially) working alongside the NYPD; it was an alliance that required a little getting used to, especially for the red-banded terrapin. There were certain protocols they had to abide by regarding suspect treatment. Raph was technically breaking the law by manhandling his detainees; the way he saw it, none of them deserved the respect.

Ya fuck around - ya find out.

"Hey Don, ya copy?"

"Yeah, Raph, I copy. What have you got for me this time?"

"Two suspects in custody - armed robbery - corner of Jamaica Avenue and Chestnut Street. They're ready for pick-up."

"Will do, thank you."

"...Hey, mind if I take fifteen? I've gotta make a call."

"At 2 am? Ah. Val?"

"She's usually not out before 2:15; I'll catch her then. It's Casey. You know he doesn't sleep while I'm on patrol."

"Aww, that's a bit cute."

"I know, right? He loves me that much."

"Off you go, then; wouldn't want to keep loverboy waiting. Over."

Pocketing his radio, the red-banded terrapin glanced once more at his freshly caught perps, zip-tied to a metal downpipe, before ascending the nearest building.

"Thanks for coverin' for me, bud," he teased when Casey finally answered.

"Hey, don't come at me; Mikey stole my phone."

"Riiight."

"You snuck out, ya sly dog! Wanted to move the party somewhere else, did ya?"

Raph chuckled at that. "That was actually Val's idea." He was too chickenshit to make suggestions. Then again, he was quite happy to continue messing around in the shower.

Casey hummed. "It's always the quiet ones, mate. Always."

"...Hey, I need some perspective."

"Shoot."

"How do ya feel about... hidin' us from other people?"

"Well, we don't really have anyone to hide you from; you guys are pretty much the only family we have... Did Val say somethin'?"

"She asked if she could tell the best friend and best friend's boyfriend."

"Okay. What'd you say?"

"I'm fine with it, personally. Whatever makes her life easier. It's Leo she's worried about, cos he told her to keep us a secret.”

"Ah. Look, it'd be pretty hard on her if they're the only support she has; especially now that you guys are a thing - right?"

They talked about it briefly but hadn't yet come to a more concrete decision.

"She says she'd like to see where this goes."

"Well, there ya go - you got an in. Maybe you could talk to Leo about makin' an exception?"

"I offered, but Val wants to talk to him herself."

"Oh! Okay. She's brave."

Raph chuckled again. "I'll say."

"Raph? Raph! Come in. Over."

"Hang on a sec, Case... Don? What's goin' on? Over... Why? … WHAT?!”

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Masterlist / Chapter 12

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(This is my first time sharing any writing prompt ever with someone outside my family! Just thought i’d give it a try)

Based on this post here: https://at.tumblr.com/yanteetle/if-you-are-doing-requests-what-about-donnie-and/qlxee0ww8jrx

You didn’t mean to hear their conversation, but that doesn’t make this situation any better.

You had a good day, you were even invited to go to a friends’ place for dinner. However, you’ve left something in Donnie’s lab from your last visit, and you needed to get it back. It would be a quick in-and-out, no need to let everyone there know of your presence.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation happening inside the lab, you didn’t even realize anyone was in there (well, you suspected Donnie would be). You just happened upon two of your best friends talking. Now, however, you are unsure whether you can even call these guys ‘friends’ anymore…

“Hurry up, Donnie! We don’t have that much time left! They are going to notice something wrong, and we will lose our chance!”

“Leo, calm down, I’ve already taken care of everything.”

“You’ve taken care of their ‘friend’ already? That was fast!”

“The benefits of being a genius, dear brother… and also having a dozen or so of electronics to do things for you.”

“Ok, just make sure it doesn’t look too suspicious this time. Last time you nearly got us caught, so make it look more like an accident this time, ‘Kay?”

“Sigh. I know, ‘Nardo. I’ve already updated the program to-”

You stopped listening in on their conversation. You felt sick. You could feel your body shaking as you held your hand to your mouth. Your other friends have been disappearing lately. Cutting ties, moving to a new state, ghosting you, all of that stuff. You knew something was up from the beginning, but you never thought they were responsible for it. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse, your phone suddenly went off.

Their eyes snapped instantly towards you, making direct eye contact. You could see several flashes of emotion on their faces, but you didn’t bother to try and make them all out.

You turned heels and ran.

You could feel your heart pounding as you bolted to the entrance of the lair. One of them was catching up to you, the footsteps just barely audible over your own. You could see the entrance come into view and you were almost there-

Then a sharp object pierced your neck, causing a sudden pain that made you yelp. Suddenly you found yourself sprawled out along the floor. You tried to get up, but every part of your body felt a lot heavier than before.

You could hear footsteps closing in on your form, before stopping right next to you. Something was pulled out of your neck, but you didn’t even have the energy to cry out in pain. You felt so tired.

Hands scooped you up into a bridal carry, allowing you to see which twin was chasing you.

Leo met your eyes, a grin plastered on his face as he carried you back towards the lab.

You could hear more footsteps, and noticed Donnie walking towards you. He had a similar cocky expression, and he appeared to be holding some kind of gun. You could barely bring yourself to focus on that. in fact, you could barely focus on anything. You felt so, so tired…

“Oh, my dear (Y/N)…”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

You could feel your eyelids give out as you fell into a deep slumber. You should’ve just gone to eat at your friends’ place.

I can't believe you've been keeping this absolute MASTERPIECE from the public?? This is so good I love it!! For a short drabble/writing prompt you've managed to take my breath away!! It was a pleasure to be able to read this :"DD

#yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #random asks <3 #yandere tmnt #yandere #yanteetles tellings #yandere rottmnt #rise tmnt #obsessive yanderes #rottmnt x reader #yandere donnie #teets blockables

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Leo and the Dragon

I consider this a sequel to Donnie and the Mermaid story. Who knows maybe I'll think of Raph and Mikey meeting their own mythical creatures? A werewolf? A vampire? In fact... Send me which mythical creatures YOU think those two should meet! And I'll make it x Reader stories once I'll pick the winner lol. This can be either be read as platonic or romantic, I didn't have clear intentions for this lol. I just wanted to write it.

Rating: T

Pronounciation: Amoxtli - Ah-mohshtli

Tagging: @dilucsflame33 @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream-15 @scholastic-dragon @leosgirl82 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @tinkabelle19(anyone wants to be added to this list or removed hmu)

Enjoy

"911, What's your emergency?"

*sound of heavy, panicked breathing * * someone is running * "There- there were these people with guns- oh god-" * woman tries not to sob * "then there was this monster"

"Ma'am, please calm down. Where are you right now?"

"I- I don't know- we- we escaped-"

Donnie listened to the recording of a phone call taking careful notes. He then approached a map hanging from the wall. Taking some thumb tacks and red yarn he added new spots it connecting individual tracks together.

"Anything new?" Leo approached him.

"Well, we can definitely narrow down the area the creature appears." Donnie took a step back from the map.

The thumbtacks seemed to circle one particular part of New York. There were few odd spots but mostly concentrated within a couple city blocks.

"Alright, do we know anything else?"

"Nope, still just - dark, huge and razor sharp teeth and tail," Donnie pointed to the description notes.

"Doesn't help us prepare any better," Leo sighed.

"What it's worth - I noticed the crime rate in that area dropper by a lot," the purple terrapin added. "So, it might be friendly."

"Didn't someone literally lose an arm?" Leo pointed out

"Self defence?"

"If such that was an abuse of it."

"Tell this to Raph then," Donnie snorted.

Leo shook his head and decided not to argue.

"We'll patrol the area tomorrow and see if we can spot anything.

The patrol was becoming fruitless. They stopped a robbery and an attempt at mugging and Raph got smacked with a purse and scolded by an elder lady, which while funny wasn't the purpose. Donnie promised he had it all recorded, though.

Leo thought of calling it a night when suddenly Donnie's radio came through with the call they were waiting for. Racing through the rooftops of New York they tried to get there before it disappears.

They failed.

Nothing monstrous was in sight. Instead there was a girl was sitting on the steps leading to the back entrance of the building. She was a bright spot stark in the middle of a dark alley with bright feathers on top of her head and brilliant blue outfit. She seemed dazed.

"We should check on her. She might have seen something," Leo said.

"Yeah, just be careful or she might pull a purse of death at you," Mikey cackled and immediately got smacked up the head by Raph.

Donnie shook his head in disapproval but he was trying not to grin.

Leo rolled his eyes. "I'm going. You three try not to do something stupid," he said and smoothly landed in the alley before approaching the young woman.

She was a petite little thing. The tall headdress of yellow-red feathers covered the entire top of her head. Her long, straight hair were thick and jet black. Straight Roman nose, unibrow and sharp cheekbones gave her a distinct look with her light brown skin. On top of that there were multiple piercings on her face. A chain going from a septum to her ear, couple more in each eyebrow and at least 4 in her ear. There were multiple bracelets on both her arms, and anklets on her legs. All of it in silver. Leo wondered how this woman didn't get robbed blind in New York by now.

Her dress was two piece with a long woolen skirt and a poncho llike top. It was all blue and purple.

"Ma'am?" Leo tried carefully. "Hi."

Her head turned abruptly to him. "Oh, hello," she said slowly with heavy foreign accent. She paused. "You're a turtle," she stated.

He tried to chuckle awkwardly. "It's a costume."

She tilted her head. "Oh, I see, like for... Convention?"

"Yeah, something like that..." He shrugged. "Are you alright?"

She blinked at him again. "Oh, no, no I'm quite okay, actually, thank you for asking. Just... uh, deep in my thoughts, I guess?" She smiled a little.

"What about?" Leo said before he could think. The brothers were taught to deal with physical threats but... it wouldn't hurt to console a citizen. Especially one that was quite harmless and strangely calm.

"Just that things don't look how I imagined before coming here I guess," she said slowly.

"Where are you from?"

"M-" she stopped and quickly said. "I'm from Mexico."

"That's far from New York," he noted.

"Yeah, and much warmer. " She smiled. "People were kinder."

He smiled. "Right. Sounds like great place."

"Yeah, it was..." She got thoughtful again.

Leo cleared his throat. "Ma'am, can I ask you - have you seen anything strange here?" he finally got to the main question.

"I'm talking to a very tall turtle man, does it count?" She joked and he snorted.

"Beside the turtle part," he replied.

"No, I don't think so."

"Nothing... monstrous?"

"No, although I saw a man, he was being attacked by a group - they ran away though," she told him. "No monsters. Unless you count those humans."

Leo tried to figure out if she was lying but there were no changes in her demeanor.

"Would you like to sit down?" She scooted to the side of the steps. "You keep standing there."

"Thanks but I should get going.... My brothers are waiting for me..." He said looking back and up to the rooftop. He was sure his siblings were watching him very closely. "Unless... is this where you live?"

"No, not really?" She looked up at the building. "This is where I work. I have to walk back."

"If you want me and my brothers could escort you home?" He offered, ever so helpful.

"Thank you but I think I can manage. I don't really know you," she replied politely.

"Right... well, be careful," he said.

"Thank you, I will!"

It was only when Donnie asked him what the girl's name was Leo realized he forgot to ask... That earned him a lot of teasing.

"Well, well, well, Fearless. I knew Mikey gets brain dead around pretty girls but you?" Raph grinned and tsk. "Disappointed."

"Shut up, Raph," Leo grumbled as he tried to grab his snack from the kitchen cupboard.

"Wow, such scalding reply," Raph continued to tease.

"You know what would be funny? If she was our monster," Donnie threw in. He was sitting at the kitchen table working on his remote computer

"Yeah, how's your mermaid girlfriend?" Leo but back.

"She's not my girlfriend and she's somewhere around Brazil right now."

"How do you know?" Leo looked at him curiously.

"Tracker and waterproof phone," Donnie announced proudly and the others rolled their eyes.

"I am getting valuable data here, guys!" He tried to defend himself.

"Do you have anything on Leo's future bride?" Raph leaned in to Donnie.

"Yeah actually - the place you said she works at, it's a jewelry store. She indeed is an employee there. Her name is- and I am going to mispronounce it so hard - Amoxtli De Silva.She arrived to New York about a month ago. Two weeks before the monster became an issue."

They all gathered behind Donnie to look at her photo. Donnie pulled also her home address and other data.

"Raph have you heard anything on the streets?" Leo looked at his red clad brother.

"Well, you're not gonna like it," Raph huffed, his arms crossed. "The girls, runaways and the homeless, they aren't talking. They're all protecting it."

"Maybe it's like us?" Mikey piped in. "You know, protecting people."

"Yeah I'm with Mikey on this," Raph to surprise of everyon agreed. "What?"

"Alright." Leo sighed. "So when we find it, we're going to talk to it. And if it fights us, we'll deal with it."

He left his brothers and went to meditate. He needed to calm down from the day and clear his thoughts.

Most of them about the small human woman he met that day. There was just something about her that wouldn't let him rest.

The next night he let Donnie know to contact him immediately if anything popped up on the radar and went to meet Amoxtli again.

She wasn't on the doorstep again. He hesitated, wondering if he should knock on the backdoor but what then? What if her boss opens up or a coworker?

He wasn't allowed to reach a decision when the door open and he immediately ducked for cover.

It was Amoxtli. It must have been closing time already. She locked the door behind her the paused. She looked around, squinting at the shadows.

"If you wanted to drop by you could have just walked up front to the store," she said.

"How did you know it was me?" Leo dropped down from above.

"I didn't but not many people around here look like human shaped turtles," she gave him a small smile.

"Right," he smiled back. "So um, I realised I haven't introduced myself last time. I'm Leo, Leonardo."

"Hello Leo Leonardo," she repeated and he wasn't sure if she was making fun of him. Probably was but she looked so serious. "My name is Amoxtli." She nodded her head.

So that's how you pronounce that.

"So what were you doing up on the fire escapes?" She asked looking above to where he used to be.

"Ah." Leo also looked up. "I didn't know if you were going to be here tonight. So I kind of waited."

"That's kind of stalker like. Should I be worried?" She arched one eyebrow at him and he cleared his throat.

"I don't think so? I just- didn't want to go up front." He swayed on the balls of his feet.

"Because of your costume?" She tilted her head. Leo wondered if he really saw the feathers in her headdress move or was it the wind.

"Yeah."

"Why not take it off then? Surely couldn't be too hard if you got the help of your siblings," she pointed out.

"Well-"

"Is it because it's not a costume?"

Leo paused again and stared at her. The bluntness of the question just caught him off guard. He wasn't sure if he should deny it or come clean...

"It's alright, I didn't think it was a costume from the start," she reassured him seeing his internal conflict.

"Oh." What was up with him?

She wasn't exactly waiting for him to unfreeze his brain. "Well, I need to go back home. It was nice to meet you Leo." She walked down the stairs and passed him by to leave the alleyway.

"Wait. I need to ask you something," he said suddenly. "Are you the snake monster?" He blurted out.

She turned around to look at him. "I don't think you should be quite using the word 'monster' like that." She stood straight and proud at the full height of her 5 feet. Chin up and deep frown marked her features. She was going to fight him if provoked.

The glare of her froze him. It was hilarious probably to someone on the sight. Him a 6 foot 2 inches terrified. of this tiny person.

Something told him it wasn't the wind that made her feathers stand up on attention. His instincts screamed: "DANGER! RUN RUN!". But he stood his ground. He raised his hands up in a gesture of 'I mean no harm'.

"I just want to talk."

"You have a funny way of stating that," she pointed out. She sighed and looked ahead of herself thinking. "I have been told I jump to conclusion too quickly." Her feathers laid down, her shoulders relaxed a little and her frown smoothed out. "Talk."

Leo took a breath in. "If you don't mind asking - what are you?"

"A dragon," she replied bluntly.

Well, he did not expect that. He shifted his weight, trying to process that news. Honestly, after Donnie's mermaid he shouldn't be surprised. A dragon.

"Alright. Uh, why are you attacking people?"

"I'm not attacking them," she huffed. "I'm protecting them. Not my fault they get terrified of me indiscriminately."

Leo nodded. Yeah, well. That was sometimes a reactiong to him and his brothers. He then groned and realized something. Mikey and Raph were right. They were going to hold that over his head for weeks.

"What?" Amoxtli tilted her head confused.

"Nothing, just... my brothers will make fun of me."

"Why?" Her confusion only deepend.

"Never mind that," he huffed and put his hands on his hips. He took a breath in. "Okay, so if I don't ask you this my brother, Donnie, might not forgive me - can you show me how you look as a dragon? I assume this isn't your normal look."

Amoxtli nodded her head once. "Very well. Just to clarify I can't show you my full form. It's gonna be a halfway one."

"Why?"

She gestured to the buildings around them. "I won't fit."

"Oh."

Then the air rippled around her. A sudden wave of electrostatic energy reached him and his gut once more told him to haul ass out of there. Amoxtli began to change. The blue dress clung to her form and began to stretched then shift into shimmering blue scales. The black hair began to shrink and change colour to match that of her feathers, those on the other hand began to grown down her neck and back. Nails turned to claws and a pair of giant wings sprouded from her back as her body grew to 6 then 7, 10, 13... it kept growing. Legs became a thick tail of a snake. When it all stopped Amoxtli became a briliant winged serpent. Her hands had sharp claws, human features were replaced by those of a reptile. A forked tongue sprang forward tasting the air. Her black eyes were now yellow. Leo didn't know how big she was in the end. The total lenght of her body was probably around 30 feet, while she stood at maybe 10 or so. She towered over him and his own turtle brain screamed at him that this was a predator in front of him.

If Donnie was there with him he'd tell him that judging by the markings on her body Amoxtli was probably a pit viper.

She leaned down on, resting on one hand. "Does this satisfy your curiosity, Leonardo?"

He realized his mouth was hanging open as he took the full sight of her. A mid form. He dared not to think how big she was going to turn on full sized.

Suddenly there was a movement at the mouth of the alley. "What the-?" A gasp and- "Leo!"

Leo looked behind Amoxtli who also got alarmed and in a snap returned to her human form with a loud pop, brushing down her dress. Then there was a woman standing between her Leo.

"You are not taking her mister!" The woman announced.

"Satine... Hi," Leo waved recognizing one of the streetwalkers.

"Hi Satine," Amoxtli said from behind Satine's back, her head poking over the woman's shoulder. "We were just talking."

"Were you now?" Satine glared at Leo. "Raphie told me they were looking for you. Didn't sound too friendly."

"Satine where did you g-" Suddenly now three other women joined them. "Hey! What's goin on here?!"

Now Leo had to explain himself to the newcomers. Something he didn't miss was the watery smile of gratitude that bloomed on Amoxtli's face. Hugs were shared all around among the women. When it was established that no, Leo wasn't going to bring the little dragon to justice they have been left alone with warning looks towards him. He in turn reminded them to stay safe and let him or his brother know if they needed help.

"He's good guy, just too kin on that whole superhero gig if you ask me," Satine told Amoxtli before she left. "Though I don't know you might be into it, Miss Justice Prevails." She winked and followed her friends.

Amoxtli shook her head. "Thank you," she sniffled a little with a wobbly smile.

"They really like you," he noted smiling himself.

"Yeah," she wiped her tears. "It's nice to know..." She looked at Leo. "Do you want to fly up? I need more space than here."

"Fly?"

"Yes."

"Okay...?"

She smiled. "Can I wrap my arms around you?"

He nodded. So she did that, wrapped her arms in his middle. The wings sprouted from her back again and with one, two, three, the wings beat the air. Amoxtli clung so tightly to him looking up, Leo was almost blushing. Could she even lift him up like th-

They shot up in the sky before he could finish that thought. His stomach felt incredibly light and the air caught in his throat. He remembered the time when he and his brothers jumped off of the plane but this time he was secure with this tiny woman holding him safely like he weighted nothing. He looked down at the city below them. They slowly were landing on a rooftop. An idea sprouted into his mind. He would save it for later.

"What would you like to know?" She asked him once they were safely on solid ground. Or concret. She sat on the edge of the building.

That was an excellent question. He wanted to know so much.

"I have a list," he said to which she chuckled.

"I'm sure you do, a lot of people do. So how about I tell you some things and you can ask me something that catches your attention?"

That was agreeable. He nodded. She took a deep breath in.

"I'm part of Silver dragon clan. There are many clans with different types of dragons. Gold, Diamond, Jade. We're not evil like your stories suggest, we used to help people, live in beneficial for both relationship but... that changed. We had to, well, move to a side dimension in order to survive. I'm here because well... I want those days to be back. I want everyone to live in harmony but the longer I'm here the more... doubts I have." She hugged her arms. "Today... today gave me some hope when Satine and her friends defended me. Kindness still is alive."

"Last time me and my brothers were dealing with someone coming from another dimension some mad scientist created a black hole to do that," Leo recalled the Krang. "How did you do it?"

"Well, Royal families can open and close magical portals at will," she explained.

"Oh." Wait, what? "Royal family?"

"Yes, I'm a princess to my clan."

"A princess."

"Yes."

Holy shit. Leo stared at her.

"Is everything alright?" She asked him concerned.

"No, yeah, all is cool, I'm just... processing." He took a breath in. Was this how Casey felt meeting them first time? "Do you breathe fire?"

"No. I breathe light. Or how a friend of mine said - lazer breath."

"Okay then...." One last question. "Since you're a dragon, how old are you?"

"In human years? I'd be...."She thought for a moment, tapping her finger over her mouth. "About 694 I think."

694. "How old is that in dragon?" He hoped his voice wasn't as high as he thought it was.

"Roughly 21 sheds. I'm quite young for a dragon"

"I see." Indeed. "Last question - did you eat a guy?"

"I did not eat a human." She replied seriously.

"That's good..."

"In New York," she added and with one alarmed look he noted the amusement on her face. He snorted. Okay, she got him.

"Are we friends now?" She asked him.

"Yeah, we're friends now," he grinned and she beamed at him happily.

"Good, I love making friends!"

Bonus:

Leo: Can I ask you a favour?

Amoxtli: Yes, always

Some time later in the lair.

Leo: Are you filming this?

Donnie: Is the 14th Pi decimal 9?

Leo...

D: Yes, I am filming this.

Raph: PUT ME DOWN YOU CRAZY WOMAN!

Amoxtli, innocently holding Raph above her head under his shell with one hand: * waves happily *

Mikey: can I go next?! :D

A/N: LOL sorry if this was a bit of a mess. Amoxtli is an old OC of mine. Here's some art done by my friends!

Amoxtli portrait as human (the one with feathers lol) and Amoxtli half dragon form (sans wings) done by Jajna my amazing friend!

How I imagine she'd look like full dragon - just an art I found online, unrelated

Bonus: Amoxtli as Centaur Kirin done by my other friend KTCalamity! (I think it's my favourite look of hers with closest oh how I think she'd look like the human part? lol)

#tmnt leonardo #tmnt bayverse #bayverse turtles #bayverse leonardo #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2016 #eve scribbles #tmnt 2014

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