#turtle rush part 5

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU

Chapter 2:

Chapter 1. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Taglist: @moonchild-artemisdaughter @jjsmeowthie @madine11-blog @xxrougefangxx

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“No!”

Screaming, you rushed up. Breathe!

In, out. In, out. Blood raced.

In.

Out.

With a shuddering breath, you sighed. You became aware of a presence at your pillow. Glancing, you locked eyes with your second robin. Well, you called this bird a robin, but it was barely that.

The bird was covered in black feathers, with the exception being bright red that covered its head and a small part of its chest. It hardly resembled a robin anymore. This one, you referred to as Hood.

Hood gave a little chirp, hopping over to your lap. It settled down, providing a reassuring weight. You started petting it, just a little. Hood could always tell when you had this particular nightmare.

You didn't have nightmares often, but if you did, it was always the same one. It started simple, an unlucky mistake leading to the meeting of a soulmate (which was nightmarish enough). Your brain never really elaborated on the meeting, as if it couldn’t quite comprehend what it could be like. Instead, the horror appeared when you met your own soul animal.

It was impossible to meet your own soul form until you've met a soulmate, as the animal orbited those you were bound to. Many a novel has been dedicated to those discovering that their soul has taken some unfortunate form, and their journey of self-acceptance. One particular novel you were fond of had the protagonist learning to accept that their form was a snail.

But… in the nightmare, your form wasn't that of a snail. It wasn't the form of a snake, a grasshopper or even a turtle.

It was a robin.

A little, fluttering robin. In green. In yellow.

In red.

You always awoke after that.

You continued petting Hood. Pet pat, pet pat. It always let you have little leniencies like this, after your nightmares. You appreciated it.

For you, a robin was the worst form your soul could possibly have. You had tried previously to logic yourself out of this fear. What was so bad about being a robin? You had four of them already; they weren’t so bad, albeit annoying. You just couldn’t… stand the idea.

It reminded you of the blood on your hands. The sight never really left you. The bodies of soul animals didn't remain, they disappeared just as the soul did after death. The fact both comforted and reassured you. You didn't have to bury the body, but you also didn't have anything to mourn.

You had made a small grave anyway.

You cried. Just a little. Hood gave a small tweet of distress, raising itself up to you. You took the offer, picking the bird up and cuddling its face. Just a little.

You felt sick.

You two stayed like that a while, two souls sheltering from the world. You wondered if your soulmates ever did a similar thing with your soul form. It was times like this that had you considering reaching out. You brushed aside some feathers on Hood’s chest, revealing a faint, scarred Y.

Maybe not.

A scutter of wings could be heard from your kitchen. You groaned, lifting Hood off your lap as you slowly got up. Who was it this time?

Bleary eyes blinked, you slowly made your way over. You were joined by Hood, as it made itself a steady weight on your shoulder. Hood was always a little too heavy for you to carry about easily, but you decided to be kind by not complaining this time.

Staring into your kitchen, it took you a moment to understand the sight in front of you.

A robin darting about, as a bat watched from the top of your fridge. It was a typical image for your home, but why..

Why was the robin… purple? And, was that bat a little smaller than usual?

…

Oh, no.

Strength left your legs as you crumbled to the floor, just staring at the two with an empty gaze. Hood squawked in alarm, fluttering off your shoulder.

You had two new soulmates.

Goddamnit.

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Somehow, Spoiler and Orphan (you later figured out their identities, none of your soulbonds were subtle) weren't your first surprise bond. No, that dubious honor belonged to the fourth robin.

You had been a little exhausted after a long day being tormented by Wing’s affections. Occasionally Wing has rather clingy days, and it becomes impossible to leave the house. It had only gotten worse after the second robin’s demise. You endured.

As a result, you were sleeping in. That is, until the sounds of high pitched peeping noises stirred you from your slumber. You slowly awoke, your eyes meeting bright green.

“Aaagh!” You shrieked, jumping back and falling off the bed. “Owww.” Groaning, you slowly sat up, taking in the situation.

There was a baby bird. On your bed. “What…?” You muttered. The bird didn't have many feathers, but the ones that it did have were a mixture of black and green. It was this fact, alongside the bird being a robin, that made you register exactly what was going on.

“Ohh my god.” Your head was in your hands. That was how done you were. Most people stopped getting soulmates at one. Sometimes there were bonds of two, maybe even three. Having four bonds was already rather extraordinary (which is why you pretended all your robins were the same one), but now there was a fifth.

Well, at least the baby bird was cute. You reached out, extending a finger to pet it, when it snapped at you. With its beak and everything.

Betrayal.

Since when were baby birds aggressive? All your other soulmates were older than you so you never got to care for any of them. Now you finally have one, and it snaps at you.

Turning away from the bird, you mean to sulk a little, but get interrupted by the Bat fluttering right in front of you. You blink, and the next second it's perched right by your new soulmate. You stare, eagerly anticipating a conflict.

The baby bird stares at the Bat for a second, before making an adoring noise and resting under its wing.

What.

Suffice to say, your initial relationship with Robin didn't start off perfectly. It did seem to warm to you within a few weeks though, so you didn't feel too bad about it.

In all honesty, you were more concerned about what the existence of a fourth robin would mean for the third. Would it be a smooth transition? A simple bestowing of the title like it had been for the first and second robin?

Or would it be tainted with blood, another robin bleeding out in your palms. You shuddered.

You didn't want to find out.

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Adjusting to two new additions to your bond was a little strange. All your bonds so far had been birth ones, formed at the start of your existence (with the exception of Robin, which formed when Robin started his life). Spoiler and Orphan were delayed bonds, also known as fated bonds. They started later in life, generally after significant events, but they can just randomly pop up too.

Were you going to get a new bond every time Batman trained a new vigilante? Was being a vigilante a requirement? That has some odd implications for you, actually.

You didn't really want to become a ‘hero’.

Enough of that. A few days had passed since the emergence of your two new bonds, and you suspected that the rest of your soulmates had found the change to be about as surprising as you did.

You could tell, because for the first time in a literal month, you were alone! No bat watching from a corner, no bird fluttering around you. Just you, and complete, lovely, isolation.

Honestly, it was so quiet you were a little unnerved. You had gotten so used to the constant chirping and fluttering of wings.

As a result, you've left the house.

You enjoy a nice walk, taking in the sights you usually rush over. Settling into a coffee shop, you treat yourself to a cookie. It was fun just to enjoy the atmosphere for once, without the paranoia of having what occasionally felt like a literal flock of birds following you around.

You've almost finished your drink when a shadow falls over you. A lean man stands before you, clutching a coffee to himself as if it contained the secrets to life. You blink.

“Sorry, I was wondering if I could sit with you?” He gestured to the cafe, and you noticed all the other seats were occupied. Huh, you were so busy being infatuated with your current freedom that you didn't even notice.

“Ah, yeah that's fine.” You replied, giving a small smile.

He smiled back, settling down and pulling out a laptop. Your time passes in simple peace, him on his laptop, and you on your phone. A scuttering noise drew you away from your scrolling though, and you looked up to see a familiar scene.

A blue bird had landed on the man’s coffee, shaking it as if it was trying to knock it over. The laptop man was fighting back though, doing his best to preserve it.

“Ah.” You muttered, staring. They both turned to look at you, exactly at the same time. It was a little creepy.

“Apologies for disturbing you.” Coffee man said. The blue bird jumped off the coffee, turning to you.

“It's alright. Is that your soul animal?” You replied, watching the bird hop closer.

“Ah yeah, he is. My family can be annoying about my caffeine intake sometimes.” There was a pause. “He seems quite interested in you, though.” There was a question in that statement, and you had the inkling that this was leading up to something you wouldn't like.

“What type of animal is it? I can tell it's some type of bird but..” The bird had reached you now, hopping onto your raised hand.

“It's a raven…” The man continued on, starting a tangent about raven facts, but you were too distracted to listen. Instead, you were fixated on the bird that was nuzzling your hand in a very familiar manner.

A bird that wasn't a raven. A bird that recognised you.

A bird that was a robin.

Wing.

You felt like both laughing and crying. Here you are, celebrating finally getting some space from your soulmates, and you meet one? How ridiculous. This was a nightmare.

You need to leave, immediately.

You stood up, your chair making an awful screech as you did so. Coffee man looked a bit surprised, as you peeled Wing off you and handed it to him.

“Sorry about that.” You smiled. “I had some extra bird seed on me from feeding some birds today. Perhaps your soul animal could tell. I've got to be going though, maybe I'll see you some other time.” And with that, you start marching out the shop.

Maybe your behavior was suspicious, but you really couldn't afford to stick around. All it took was for one of your soul animals to appear on you and the game would be up. He’d instantly know that the soul animal would have appeared from your side of the connection. It would be over, the efforts of years upon years.

You couldn't let that happen.

“Wait!” A voice called out, the tapping of footsteps following. You swung back around, meeting the gaze of your soulmate. He extended a card to you.

“This is my number, perhaps we can text in the future. I know we didn't really talk, but I enjoyed your company.” He smiled. It would have been a nice scene if the sight didn't make your gut twist.

You took the card.

“Oh! And before I forget, my name’s Tim.”

You answered back, giving your name.

You prayed that he assumed the shakes of your body were due to the cold.

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And that's the second chapter! Woohoo! Hope you all enjoyed it, since the third chapter is already half way done! I'm rather excited for it haha ^ ^

As always, feel free to reach out!

[tulipatheticee]

chapter one; welcome to pandora

<story index>

previously -> prologue

up next -> chapter two

summary;

Estella Morello awakens from cryosleep on Pandora, eager to study its flora. Surprisingly, she's informed humans are being expelled after a conflict with the Na'vi. However, with Norm's advocacy, she's allowed to stay to conduct her research under strict guidelines, respecting the Na'vi and their connection to Eywa.

word count; 1.8k

Estella Morello told no one she was leaving Earth, she had no one she wanted to tell anyways. Honestly she did very little research into what she actually was getting into but she assumed anything would be better than the life she has led for the past 18 years. 

Estella woke up from her cryosleep, 5 years, 9 months, and 22 days suspended in a state not quite living, yet not dead. She had departed Earth with a heart full of hopes and dreams, none of which included being sent right back home before even stepping foot on Pandora's soil. As soon as she woke the intercom buzzed with a captain's dispassionate announcement: due to the recent war that happened during their travel and the natives' victory, all humans were being repatriated. Her heart sank; she hadn't even seen the alien world she had dreamed about for so long. She had such high expectations for this new life, and to not even have a chance at it?

The shuttle’s cold, metallic interior felt more claustrophobic than ever as she shuffled towards the exit, her body weak from the extended sleep. She watched the line move slowly, filled with disgruntled RDA and military, many of whom murmured about wasted years and lost opportunities. Despite her disappointment, Estella couldn't help but feel a touch of empathy towards the natives. She had seen enough of humanity's greed and destructiveness on Earth to understand why they would want them gone. Her dream might be deferred, but at least the world she had longed to see would be spared further human ravages.

As the last of the humans boarded the ship set to return to Earth, Norm Spellman, an avatar, a human who worked closely with the Na’vi throughout the war, approached Jake Sully, the new leader of the Omaticaya clan and former human. Norm was agitated, his usually calm face creased with concern. "Jake, there's a young, promising botanist on that ship, Estella Morello. She was supposed to be part of Grace’s new science program. She was the only one that applied.. I’ve seen her work, her passion. She could be useful. She seems different than the rest"

Jake, towering and imposing in his Na'vi form, exchanged a glance with Neytiri, his mate and the fierce protector of their people. Neytiri’s eyes narrowed, her instinctive distrust of humans flaring up. "Different? They are all the same. We are sending them all away for good, not letting any more demons in."

Norm persisted, the urgency clear in his voice. "She could help, Neytiri. Her focus is purely on plants, on learning from them without harming them. I believe Grace would have wanted her to stay, or she would have scrapped the program seeing she only had one applicant."

Neytiri looked skeptical, but Jake seemed to consider Norm's words. He misses Grace Augustine deeply, her dedication to Pandora’s ecology, her respect for the Na'vi way. "If Grace believed in her, maybe we owe it to Grace to give her a chance."

Neytiri sighed, her features softening slightly. She cannot deny her wish to honor Grace one last time "She’s your responsibility, Norm. Our home isn’t a place for human recklessness. If she steps out of line, I'll handle it myself."

Norm nodded gratefully. "Understood. I’ll go get her."

Rushing back to the departing shuttle, Norm called out as he entered, "Estella Morello?" His voice echoed slightly, catching the attention of a few remaining personnel who were double-checking the shuttle before departure.

In a quiet corner, a young woman looked up, her distinctive fashion choice on the warm planet, turtle neck, shorts with tights, gloves, making her stand out even among the diverse crowd. She hesitated for a moment before approaching Norm. "You called me? I’m Estella," she said, her voice soft yet clear.

Norm smiled warmly, trying to ease her evident anxiety. "I’m Norm Spellman. I was a friend and colleague of Dr. Grace Augustine, whom you were supposed to work with."

Estella’s eyes widened slightly. "Was? Dr. Augustine? Is she...?"

"Yes…I’m sorry," Norm said gently. "She died during the war. I worked closely with her and, with her passing, I’d like to continue her work with you, if you’re willing."

"But the announcement said we were all being sent back to Earth," Estella interjected, confusion written across her face.

"That’s true for most," Norm explained as he led her off the shuttle. "But selected scientists who had no part in the conflict have been allowed to stay. You’re one of them."

Estella couldn’t hide her confusion “Selected to stay? But how? No one here has even met me before, how could they know to select me?”

Norm let out a light laugh “Lets just say this is our final way in honoring what Grace would have wanted.”

Norm guided Estella out of the spacecraft, leading her into the heart of what appeared to be a typical RDA base; steely, industrial, and devoid of any natural charm. To Estella, it looked much like the urban sprawls back on Earth: grey, extensive, and utterly lifeless. But as they moved, something else caught her attention, something far from lifeless.

The Na'vi.

Tall, strikingly blue, and with a presence that felt both unsettling and awe-inspiring. Norm had mentioned them briefly during her briefing, the indigenous inhabitants of Pandora, the Na'vi. She remembered hearing about them, about some 'Avatar Program' meant to bridge the gap between human and Na'vi interactions. She hadn't paid much attention; her focus was always on the botanical prospects of Pandora, not its people. But seeing them now, Estella couldn't believe she had overlooked such a crucial aspect of her new environment. How had she missed that they were... EIGHT FEET TALL, and overall so vividly different?

As they walked, Norm commented on the dreariness of the RDA constructions, a sentiment Estella shared deeply. "You see, they've managed to make even a place as vibrant as Pandora look drab when contained within their compounds," he said, his voice carrying a mix of disdain and regret.

But as they approached an exit, a visual shift occurred. The concrete barriers began to give way to glimpses of what lay beyond—a stark contrast to the monochrome world inside. The closer they got to the natural environment of Pandora, the more Estella felt a stirring within her. The oppressive feel of the RDA base melted away, and the verdant, thriving life of Pandora's wilderness began to seep into her view.

Towering trees, lush and robust, stretched upwards, brushing the skyline with vibrant hues of green and foreign colors she didn't yet have names for. The air grew fresher, filled with the sounds of an ecosystem teeming with unseen life. It was a sharp pivot from the sterile corridors she had just walked through, and with every step closer to the forest, Estella's spirit lifted.

"This," Norm said, gesturing broadly as they finally stepped out into the open, "is the real Pandora. It's more than just a backdrop for our research, it's a living, breathing world. And it's nothing like the grey walls back there."

Estella took a deep breath, her eyes wide with wonder. She had expected to study a rich ecosystem, but the reality of Pandora's vibrant life was overwhelming. The majestic beauty of the forest beckoned, promising secrets and wonders of the natural world that Estella had only ever dreamed of exploring. Here, perhaps, she could finally find her place, a place where her passion for botany wasn't just relevant, but essential to understanding and respecting this new world.

"This... This is incredible," Estella breathed out, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in her first real view of Pandora.

Norm chuckled softly. "It never gets old. The beauty of this place is unmatched. But it’s not without its dangers, which is why your work will be crucial here. We need to understand this ecosystem to coexist with it, not conquer it."

As they walked towards the science outpost, Norm outlined the guidelines for Estella's stay on Pandora. "You'll need to keep a low profile regarding the Na'vi," he explained. "The Omaticaya Olo'eyktan, their clan leader, has asked you access is restricted; they've had enough disruptions from our side. You're here to observe and study, not to interfere."

Estella listened intently, nodding. "And you mustn't wander too far from the outpost unless accompanied by an Avatar for protection," Norm continued, his tone firm yet informative. "Pandora is beautiful but it's also perilous, more than anything you've encountered on Earth."

"The Na'vi live in harmony with Eywa," he said, noticing Estella's puzzled look at the mention of the name. "Eywa is... think of her as the life force of Pandora, their deity, a network connecting all living things. That's why the Na'vi only use what Eywa provides and nothing more. Digging or extracting resources without a clear sign from Eywa is forbidden. Now I know at first that may be hard to understand"

Estella absorbed every word. And cut him off "To me, it makes perfect sense," she responded earnestly. "On Earth, I advocated for respecting and preserving natural life, not harming it. I can't imagine working any other way here."

Norm was pleasantly surprised by her perspective. "It's rare to meet a human who values our home planet's ecology as much as you seem to. Most come here driven by profit or curiosity without regard for the consequences." His expression softened. "It's refreshing, really."

They finally arrived at a stark, metallic structure that starkly contrasted with the lushness surrounding it. "This is our scientific hub," Norm pointed out as they approached. "The Omaticaya clan, the group most impacted by our earlier activities, lives not too far from here. It’s crucial to keep a respectful distance and minimize our impact."

Estella looked at the building, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. She was finally at the threshold of her new life, one filled with the promise of discovery and the weight of coexistence. Her commitment to tread lightly on Pandora's soil felt more like a vocation than a directive. As she stepped inside, her heart held onto the hope that here, in this alien world, she might finally belong.

Norm showed her around the outpost, the place that would serve as her home, he showed her the lab, living quarters and her bunk. "You’ll find everything you need here to start your research. I’ll give you some time to settle in, then we’ll discuss your projects in detail."

Left alone, Estella felt a profound sense of destiny. Despite the unexpected turns her journey had taken, she felt a deep, almost spiritual connection to this alien world. As she unpacked her few belongings, her heart felt lighter than it had in years. Here, in this strange, beautiful place, she might finally find a purpose that had eluded her on Earth. Here, she might finally belong.

a/n; yayyy chapter one DONE, what are your thoughts? i will slowly build estella's realtionships with jake and neytiri seperatly, as well as norm's but i really love world building so i just gotta set the scene first! but trust in the next chapter i will give more neytiri and jake promise!!

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[taleeater]

Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.” 

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention. 

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!” 

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape. 

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin. 

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!” 

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman. 

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly. 

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you. 

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle. 

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over. 

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled. 

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them. 

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady. 

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?” 

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold. 

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door. 

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally. 

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased. 

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank. 

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!” 

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface. 

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain. 

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away. 

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed. 

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass. 

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain. 

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass. 

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the glass and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled. 

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions. 

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs. 

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol. 

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were still under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you. 

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?” 

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room. 

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet. 

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved. 

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over. 

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.” 

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. 

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.” 

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab. 

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired. 

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking the girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?” 

Silence. 

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?” 

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate. 

“Mm…hm…” 

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster. 

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You wanted to spend your day off playing your new Pokémon video game but seeing your hot ass girlfriend walk around the dorm in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, your plans changed.

Warnings/Notes g!p Ryujin, dick riding, mentions of Yeji

A/N: for those anons that requested Ryujinnie :p

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Happily placing your new Pokémon game and your switch on your bed, you quickly made a run downstairs to the kitchen and started searching through the pantry, snatching every bag of chips you could find.

Doing the same to fridge shortly after for any soda or juice boxes.

“Are you aware you have 5 other members living under the same roof as you?” Yeji asked.

You almost got whiplashed from how fast your turned your head to the dining table where Yeji, Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna were eating the Kimchi Jigae your girlfriend had kindly cooked.

Actually, it was just so Yuna could stop whining about hungry she was. Speaking of your girlfriend, you noticed she wasn’t around.

“Where’s Ryu?”

“Taking a shower. Now are you gonna explain what the hell you are doing?” Lia crossed her arms and eyed the Doritos and Turtle Chips locked in your arms after shoving cans of Mountain Dew into your pants and hoodie pockets.

“Since it’s our day off, I’m gonna spend the entirety of it playing the new Pokémon game Yuna gifted me” You smiled at Yuna who received a pinch by the leader.

“I told you not to buy her that game”

“But I love Y/n Unnie so much!” The youngest pouted.

You blew her a kiss. “Love you Yuna. It doesn’t hurt learning a thing or two from her, Yeji Unnie” You joked.

Yeji raised her fist and muttered under her breath.

“How’s the food guys? Hope I didn’t make it too spicy for you, Chaer” Your lovely girlfriend appeared in a grey Calvin Klein bra and grey sweatpants.

Her hair was blow dried and on her neck was the silver chain you bought her on your 2nd year anniversary. After playfully ruffling Yuna’s hair, she made her way to you and paused to look at your little crime.

“Hi baby” You smiled.

“At least save some for us, my love” She pouted and hugged you regardless of your full hands.

“Sorry, need it to survive”

“We do too you selfish brat!” Chaeryeong yelled.

Ryujin stepped back to reach into the cupboards and grabbed herself a bowl. “Alright, time to eat”

“Thanks for the kimchi jigae, Ryuddaengs!” Yeji said.

“You’re very welcome. Babe you wanna eat with me?”

Little did she know, you had placed all the snacks and drinks you took on the kitchen counter, busy eyeing your shirtless girlfriend and her flexing muscles. Your eyes travelled to her veiny muscular hands that reminded you of the nights she loved wrapping it around your throat when you two fucked-

“Baby?” Ryu called out to you again.

Her voice sent a tingle to your core being enough of a reason for you to make her abandon her bowl and drag her upstairs.

“Grab your earphones, girls” Yeji sighed while pinching her nose bridge.

Locking you and Ryujin in your bedroom, you pushed her to her knees and rushed to push your sleeping shorts down.

“U-Uh”

“Shut up and put your mouth to good use” You hissed after discarding your shorts, showing the damp spot on your white panties. “Look what you did”

“All for me, darling?” Ryujin smirked, running her hands around your thighs before gently parting them.

“You know what you were doing, walking around looking so fucking hot. Now finish what you started”

“Of course, Princess”

The kneeling girl started licking you over the panties, making it more wet than it already was. She then managed to get you to remove it before sucking on your clit. Your hand grabbed onto her hair while the other held her shoulder to keep your balance.

“Mmm yes Ryu” You softly moaned, arching your back when you felt her tongue slide inside.

“Always tasting so good” Ryu panted before diving back in, making you grind into her mouth and not caring that your juices were drowning her.

She used two fingers to rub at your clit while she continued pushing her tongue deeper inside. “F-Fuck oh my god!”

Her deep moans started to make you shake, already having the need to cum all over her pretty face. “N-No can’t c-cum yet. Wanna do it on your cock” You cried.

Ryujin heard it clearly so she pulled away and stood up, wrapping her right hand around your throat to pull you in for a hot sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself.

“I like seeing you try to dominate” She smirked into the kiss.

You scoffed and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. “I better see that cock out once I finished undressing” You ordered to which Ryujin shrugged and obeyed.

You stripped out your (her) hoodie, showing that you had no shirt nor bra underneath. And just like you asked, Ryujin was bare from the waist down, dick rock hard and she’s leaning back on her hands, smiling at you.

You sat on her lap, instantly holding onto her strong shoulders and connected your lips again. She massaged your waist before helping you sit on her standing cock, releasing a breathy moan into her mouth.

“Mmm, always so tight for me right baby?” She whispered.

You nodded while throwing your head back, letting your girlfriend’s lips attack your breasts, ensuring she marked you enough.

“F-Fuck, so big so big so big” You cried into her neck while moving your hips up and down.

“Very disrespectful of you to not let me eat with the other girls” Ryujin suddenly commented, forcing your hips to go faster and her nails dug into your waist.

“I-I’m sorry”

“I bet you’re being loud to get a rise out of Yeji Unnie, right? Wanting her to break through that door to punish you for being loud by stuffing her cock in your mouth? You’d like that wouldn’t you princess?”

The thought got you crying harder as you bounced roughly on your girlfriend’s cock. She brought her lips to your ear and chuckled.

“I don’t mind sharing you with her for one night. I know you’re a slut for cock”

“Y-Your cock is my favourite, Ryu” You sobbed, kissing her lips for reassurance.

“Hm I know. And I’m gonna make sure it’s the only cock you beg for” She growled and started thrusting her hips up, fucking you harder.

“Ryujinnie!” You screamed, clawing at her shoulders and drool escaped the side of your lips.

“Fucking pathetic. Trying to control me when you fall apart just like this. Be thankful I’m feeling nice today” Your girlfriend groaned.

“Thank you baby! Thank you thank you” you rambled, reaching one hand down to rub at your clit, seeing the way your stomach bulged at each deep thrust.

“Gonna cum with me baby?” She panted.

Lost in so much pleasure, you could only nod and allow Ryujin to fuck you like a doll, shoving her tongue down your throat while her hips drilled into your desperate cunt.

“Cumming…Ryu I’m cumming!” You voiced out and your legs started shaking.

“Fuck” You heard her growl into your jaw, finishing with long lazy thrusts as she emptied her cum inside, feeling it escape your abused lips.

“Are y’all done?” Yeji’s voice suddenly spoke on the other side of the door.

Ryujin, despite her tired state, smirked and eyed your breathless figure in her lap. “Yeah, I guess. Why you wanna join?”

“I’m not opposed to it but not today. Are you still gonna eat?”

“Oh right. Baby, I’m gonna eat now” She poked you but your little snores gave it away.

She kissed your head and rubbed your head. “Be there soon, Unnie just give me 10 minutes”

A/N : sorry it’s so short, I’m running out of ideas T^T

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Thinking strictly of the 03 series, I might say the shift from season 4 to season 5.

I really wanted to see more of Leo's new and more enlightened attitude, more of Donnie recovering from the whole Good Genes arc, more of Raph growing as a person and becoming a leader in his own right, more of Mike maturing but still being the fun guy who embraces the arts...

Unfortunately, the Ninja Tribunal season just sort of pushed that growth to the side, and we didn't get to have any downtime to digest everything the Turtles had just been through (and, more importantly, neither did they). Though it had its good parts (Karai's character arc for one), the season seemed altogether too rushed and crowded. It would have benefited from some slower-paced bottle episodes, perhaps bringing back characters that we hadn't seen in a long time.

In terms of fanfic, when chasing plot bunnies for 03, I tend to imagine the stories taking place at the end of season 4, and there being a canon divergence from there on out. It simplifies things for me to ignore the entirety of seasons 5-7 (which all did have good points, but which don't strictly fit my image of the series as a whole!).

Thank you for the ask!

[topsyturvy-turtely]

✨The Sherlock Holmes Museum✨

221b Baker Street, London

!!! this is part 2 !!! (link to part 1, part 3)

continuation of Holmes' bedroom

above Holmes' bed hang these pictures (1). the guide didn't tell us anything specific about those.

opposite of the bed hang portraits of people (2&3). you might think they'd be from family members or friends. this is not the case with our lovely Mr. Holmes'. These portraits picture (serial? can't quite recall) murderers. They hang on Holmes' wall, because he wants to fully understand them, know how their minds work.

funfact about the woman in (4) (the guide just said "that woman over there" - there are two pictures of women tho... i assume she meant the woman that hangs higher... because her photo is bigger but i am not sure): she killed part of her family. but nobody believed a woman could do such a cruelsome act, so she was never arrested... and lived with the other part of her family until she died. (victorian sexism is almost funny ngl)

oh and my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART was that SHERLOCK FREAKING HOLMES owns a TURTLE STATUE (5) and it CHILLS THERE IN HIS BEDROOM. (guys it's me. i don't know if you realize but trust me... sherlock holmes has a pet turtle/tortoise and it is me. )

now to Mrs. Hudson's room (6)

(please forgive me for the people in this picture. i felt kinda rushed and way too excited to take a better picture...)

after the living room and Holmes' bedroom (see part 1), the tour ended. imo this room is the most like a museum. it doesn't feel personal like the living room or the bedrooms (yes Dr. Watson's room will be included in the part 3), instead there were show cases and some decorations... i didn't get a picture of it all but here are my favorites. (focusing on the more personal items in this post)

oh! and if you look at (6) between that person in pink and that person in red, you see a little desk. on this desk was "Mrs. Hudson's guest book" (right underneath the window) and you could write your name in it!!! i loved that little detail! 🥰

there was a hat (7) and spinning wheel (8).

then the fireplace in victorian style with a painting above (9),

and before i move on to the more museum-like items in the next post, here is a (bad and blurry, with people in it - i am sorry 😭) wide-angle shot of the room (10) from the opposite side of (6).

this post is part 2 of a series.

-> part 1

-> part 3

(other parts will be linked once they have been uploaded)

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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)Pt.2

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 2737

You two could not seem to stop bumping into each other.

At the store, the mall, the sidewalk, anywhere you ventured, it was almost impossible to not run into him.

Initially, you thought you were being stalked or messed with or something. Out of all of the millions of people in New York City, what were the odds of seeing the same person multiple times in a week without coordination? Coincidence? You thought not.

Now, it wasn’t like you two had engaged or anything. The day after April’s party, you went to pick up some lunch from a nearby cafe. While you navigated the bustling streets and stampedes of consumers, a flash of vaguely familiar purple rushed by you. When you took a double take to discern if it was him and if you should say hello, you smacked straight into the person walking in front of you. Despite your mumbling and apology, the person, the entire crowd pressed on, and despite confirming that it was, in fact, the purple turtle who passed by, you kept trudging along, thoughts of him quickly dissipating.

Until the following day.

That was when you had passed by him in a shopping complex. Nothing odd occurred, just him being in the same place as you at the same time again, though you noticed the confused glances you both tossed at each other from over your shoulders.

Two days after that was a run-in at a hardware store. Unsurprisingly, it once again only consisted of you walking in the opposite direction as him, and, once again, neither of you said anything verbally.

However, the day after when, predictably, he was there when you went out again, it almost drove you nuts.

In that instance, you were waiting in a food cart’s lengthy line. The cold air bit at you, though the warm, vibrant smells that wafted from the heavenly cart brought some solace to your experience.

Your contentment was short lived. The sounds of footsteps growing near quickly met your ears and, upon reaching right behind you in line, stopped. You spared a glance back, and you sort of wished you hadn’t. The reason being was because the motif-like turtle in your life was right there, scrolling boredly on his phone, standing nonchalantly as if he hadn’t been incidentally plaguing you the last few days.

Oh, well. If you were to keep seeing him everywhere, you might as well strike up some conversation.

“Oh, hey!” you ripped off the proverbial band aid. 

“Oh,” he observed artificially. Almost as though he had already noticed your presence, which was likely. “Hello.”

“Wait, wait, your name is don- don’t tell me - Donatello, yeah?”

He took in a breath, and you could tell just by the pedantic manner of the inhale that it wasn’t quite right. Then you remembered.

“Donnie!” you shouted excitedly, then froze when you remembered that you were in an extremely public place and yelling. “I mean, Donnie,” you recovered, much more calmly.

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “So,” he clicked his tongue, “what brings you here?”

You interpreted that he was probing, likely trying to see if you had, indeed, been following him. You couldn’t blame him for it. You were about to do the same thing.

“Pizza.” You nictated.

He blinked right back. “Same.”

“I come here every week,” you two spoke in unison, looking at each other in a puzzled manner.

“I don’t recall seeing you here before,” he said, the suspicion from his earlier tone already dissipated.

“Nor do I.” You hummed, shuffled forward in line. “Every Thursday?”

“Without fail.”

“Me too.” You eyed him cautiously. “Although I’m normally earlier.”

“And I’m typically here later. I suppose we’ve just been missing each other.” He seemed genuinely surprised. Good. That made it a lot less likely that there was some ulterior motive or reason he kept appearing.

“Guess so,” you surmised as you finally made it to the front of the line. Pulling out your wallet, you exchanged a couple of dollars for a hot, delectable, oversized slice with the worker. “See you around!” Worries about being pranked alleviated and pizza acquired, you waved him a goodbye and set off on your way.

Now, a full week after the birthday party, you found yourself briskly walking to complete an errand when an all-too predictable person entered your vision.

With a sigh, you acknowledged the now common, unplanned accompaniment beside you that was Donnie.

“Library?”

“Library.”

“Not surprising,” you surmised with a shrug as you neared the entrance.

“Odd we keep meeting, huh?” he observed casually as he pushed open the door, shifting back to grant you passage first.

You laughed quickly, a little too brazen, a little too loud. You recovered with the clearing of your throat and a polite nod as you thanked him and headed through the door.

“I reckon.” Once entering, you ambled slowly, your pace and the free space at your side an invitation for him that he gladly accepted. Your tone lowered, being in a library and all, as you changed the subject. “So, what are you here for?”

You couldn’t help the corners of your lips from turning up as you saw his eyes light up. “Oh, not much,” he started nonchalantly, though a grin was quick to take over his face as well. “Just the modern revolutionization of technology as we know it. The integration of mystic weaponry and resources into more variations of tech. My tech has already been enhanced by such gems,” - he tapped the side of said goggles for emphasis - “but the scale of what I’m working on is unprecedented. I’ve got big plans…” he trailed off, realizing he had dominated the conversation. You were probably bored out of your mind, trying to figure out how to get away from him and his odd spiels like his brothers would.

But when he looked at you, your eyes were eagerly locked on his, your engagement was written clearly on your face. You jumped into the chat, filling the silence between you two as you walked toward the front desk. “I was just here to get some quiet and work on a report, but your thing sounds way more interesting. Mind if I join you?”

Donnie blinked.

Blinked again.

You… wanted to listen… to him? His mind and ego were simultaneously blown. The corners of his lips curled up again, something that seemed to be a recurring thing around you - 27 smiles already within his short time knowing you by his (undoubtedly correct) count.

“Not at all,” he tried and failed to stay casual once again, his eagerness practically oozing from his tone.

“Alright. Let me just check in with the libraria-” 

Your journey toward the front desk was cut off by his arm linking with yours and dragging you abruptly to the left.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, not upset but certainly confused. “Shouldn’t we sign in or something? No?” You tapped the library card attached to the strap of your bookbag as you continued to get pulled along past aisleways, and the crisp scent of fresh paper and ink flooded your olfactory senses.

“But of course,” he winked. It offered only more confusion and questions rather than answers. Your face must have expressed that seeing as a smug grin formed on his. “That would be correct, if we were headed to the normal section of the library.”

“The normal-?” You tilted your head. “I don’t follow.”

“Well, my good fellow, fortunately for you all you have to do is follow. My lead, that is,” he clarified as he turned you two into an aisle of books.

Donnie finally relinquished your arm, leaving you to stand awkwardly by your lonesome as he scanned over a nearby shelf. Both out of comfort and not knowing what to do with them, you slipped your hands into your pockets, rocking slowly back and forth on your heels.

“Tada!” the terrapin turned back towards you enthusiastically after he thumbed a medium sized book from the middle of the shelf. 

The binding looked relatively worn and decorated with archaic sigils of some sort, the burgundy leather of the cover discolored in some places from the multitude of hands that had been on it, but the novel still clearly read: A Rudimentary Guide for Geology and Archaeology.

“You must really love geology, huh?” you ventured based on the fact that he was practically vibrating with excitement.

However, his nose scrunched at the insinuation. “No, geology is arguably the worst subset of science.”

You squinted. Man, this turtle really couldn’t keep anything consistent.

Just as you moved your lips to retort, he caught on to your line of reasoning.

“Oh, no. That’s not why I selected this one. This is a special- sigh, let me just show you.” He took a few steps toward you, book in hand.

“Behold!” Donnie proclaimed, quickly pulling the book open and-

Nothing happened.

After a silent, action-deprived moment, he looked at you, the book, you again, and pursed his lips.

“Heh, sorry. Wrong one,” he shrugged before slowly placing down the apparently incorrect book and retrieving yet another book on geology. All the while, you could hear the occasional mumble of how much geology stinks, how the books about it couldn’t even be told apart, etc. “Here we go!”

You opened your mouth, some question or retort already starting to pour out of it, but before you could get out a word, he opened the book, and you both were pulled into it.

Your figure translated onto- no, into the book, your bag and limbs and entirety nothing but two-dimensional illustrations on fluttering pages. Every atom of your existence translated onto paper, though it didn’t hurt; it just felt like you were made of butterflies.

Then it went dark.

Before everything was bright again.

Fluorescent lights, bookshelves, your feet on solid ground, everything seemed like it was back to normal at the library. Except for the flying books and bookshelves.

Tomes soared unnaturally overhead, along with shelves stocked to the brim with them, almost sentiently, flapping and whirring about. Turrets of mystic energy flowed throughout the large room. Grand staircases led to even more rows and rows of novels. Some of the staircases were even inverted, seemingly having no respect for the concept of gravity nor your mind’s ability to grasp what you were looking at. 

“Ta-stinking-da!” Donnie exclaimed, a hand to his chest, the other trimly at his side.

“Woah. What… is this place?” you pondered. Holding onto the straps of your bookbag, you allowed yourself to look all around, try to absorb as much of what you were seeing as you could.

“Welcome to the Mystic Library!” He grinned. Although, as he spoke, you saw his eyes flick up, before he quieted down. “I mean, welcome to the Mystic Library!” he corrected in an equally enthusiastic whisper.

You tracked where his gaze went only to see numerous winged, bat-like creatures hanging from the ceiling, glowing orange eyes boring into you two.

“Woah, uh, what’re those?”

“Hush-bats.” His shoulders went up and down, coolly, as though they were a typical part of any standard library. Upon seeing your skeptical face, he elaborated. “They make sure people abide by the library’s regulations, especially those about noise levels. Essentially, they’re security and imprison troublemakers.”

“And the librarian’s just fine with those bats hanging there?” Your voice was quieter after you learned of the repercussions of being too loud.

“Well, the librarian might have been incapacitated by a while ago and placed into confinement. No part of it was my fault, of course.” His tone, more monotonous yet higher pitched than normal, screamed that he was lying.

“Are they alright?”

“Probably. I haven’t checked.”

“What?” You raised your voice slightly out of concern.

“You should quiet down if you don’t want to be dragged by bats and end up there with her.”

“What?”

“Keep your voice below, say, 60 decibels and you’ll be fine.”

“What!?” you whisper-yelled, incredulous.

“Just come on,” he mumbled and began walking down the aisleway, and you went along. Trekking down maroon-carpeted corridors, navigating through and around sliding bookcases, sliding down staircases, you eventually found your way to a cozily lit space.

Three bookshelves boxed in the majority of the area, save for the entrance, and in the middle of the space sat a sienna desk. Various bean bag chairs accompanied the desk on each and every side of it.

You entered, plopping your book bag beside you and yourself into one of the tall, yet comfortable bean bags in the room. Elbows propped up on the table, you rested your head on your hands and took in the scenery around you.

Your company was busying himself with scanning the rows of books in front of him and grabbing a thick stack of books related to his topic. Once he had a satisfactory, barely-able-to-be-held pile, he joined the chair beside you and placed the research sources on the desk.

“Sooo,” you mused, “what did you say about the ‘revolutionization’ of technology?”

He practically illuminated the place as he started what would become a two hour spiel, complete with illustrations and diagrams from inside his books and what you would call “theater kid pizazz.”

Any time you got slightly confused or downright lost, you politely raised a hand, and Donnie, reluctantly yet not impatiently, would explain the mechanics in a slower and simpler way. You still didn’t catch all of it, but you got the basic idea down.

Eventually, you realized the time and, wanting to get home before dark, had him lead you back out. Having to go through the mystic book again was as odd as it was the first time, though it was slightly less disconcerting.

After reaching your typical library and committing the book and aisle number to memory and resolving to come back sometime, you bid him adieu, each of you parting ways and heading to your respective residences.

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After he arrived at the lair that night and got into his all-too welcoming bed, Donnie’s rampant thoughts could not cease to roar through his mind like frothy rapids.

Not that he could normally stop his brain from going on tangents, but this matter of contemplation was especially perplexing because the subject of it was you.

Well, not you specifically, just the enigmatically frequent running-into’s you two shared.

It reminded him of his previous week’s research into similar subjects of souls, people, atoms experiencing attraction as a side effect of their formation.

Could his impromptu hangouts with you plausibly be some kind of… predestined, predetermined meetings? 

The thought, just like the previous time he pondered it, was preposterous.

However, something else, something greater being at play seemed plausible when considering:

the convenient timing of looking into the concept of soul mates just before being confronted with this strange recurrence

the absurdity of your bumping into each other being a recurrence

the fact that you were also perplexed by it, which implied it wasn’t your or his doing

the way that-

Wait, was he seriously considering data points?

He paused his train of thought, eyes trained intently on his ceiling.

There was no way he was genuinely contemplating that.

Rubbing his temples, he decided to call it a night, especially since his deprived mind was playing into such odd fantasies.

So, Donnie disrobed his mask, goggles, all his other gear, plugged in his tech for the night, and went to sleep.

…

After a little more research on the topic, of course.

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You all but collapsed on your bed upon reaching home, your blanket muffling a sleepy yawn.

Your heart remained aglow with warm sentiment from your discovery of a mystic library, of a whole collection of new books to read, of an enticing new friendship formed.

Suddenly, a notification drew your face from your covers and to your phone screen.

Instead of a message from a friend or acquaintance or anyone pleasant, the notification was telling something far more dreaded.

The report was due. The report that you had intended to complete earlier before you were irrevocably distracted. That report.

Begrudgingly, you pulled up your draft with a groan. However, as you typed away, your knitted brow slowly melted, the sweet memories of earlier dissolving your bitterness.

You released a wistful sigh.

Yeah. It sure was odd how you two kept bumping into each other.

(p much library meet-cute and foreshadowing, I had fun with the banter ✨)

(chapter sketch)

(Taglist ~ @rottmntsimp)

[accio-victuuri]

CPN Round Up : Sugar Rush 2023 Part One 🍭🍬

It’s that time of the year again where i attempt to recap all the sweetness we got from the past 6 months. I may not be able to add every single incident/speculation but i did include the ones that were most talked about, and added some cpn ���archaeology” here and there too. most of the links contain multiple cpn, especially since i made a couple of mini round ups for certain time frames or events.

this is also the best time to look back on all the fun we’ve had as a fandom and how the boys give us happiness. i hope this remains the same in the next half of the year and that we continue to support them both. 🫶🏼

past sugar rush posts for reference: 2021 ( one two ) & 2022 ( one two ) ; anything before that is mostly likely archived on my masterlist.

JANUARY 2023

• XZS Vlog Number 3 clues

• NYE CPN things ✨

• Paper Planes again

• A CPN Timeline of how LTS stage was made

• KXZ’s sus greeting and rainbow light show for ZZ’s anniversary with them

• 1/5/2022 tarot card reading of XZ & WYB that made the turtles lose it

• Rainbow Thrasher shirt 🌈

• BLACK PAIRING. 🖤 and the fact that Yibo was doing the same pose as LWJ, keeping his hand behind. the actual performance of yibo also gave way to lots of fanarts of this pairing! they look so good together!

• fake bits & pieces ( additional 45 fake rumors )

• their studios posting on the same day, 1/12 and the similarity of teasing that content will be released in parts

we also see more similarities in the drawings:

The appearance of 🦴 necklace at all the studio rehearsals and even the final one makes me somft. He had to remove it for the stage cause he is meant to be bare. I don’t advertise people to treat this necklace as the indicator of their relationship, but i will be lying if i say i’m not happy seeing it. especially if it’s out there, that he can show it off and not have to hide it.

• XZ & WYB mentioned together three times in one day - 1/14/2023

• YBO’s comment on snow

• 1/17 random cpns = the same trousers again ; 330,000 tickets, bg color of studio posts and YBO’s continuing comments about the weather in the city they are in.

• Bouboo replies to a fan with “DAYTOY” on their username

• CPN @ Xiao Zhan’s lunar new year photos and douyin posts

• XZ’s lunar new year post looks like a movie ticket stub. What a coincidence cause Hidden Blade is also premiering that day ☺️ there was also a cinema that showed XZ’s GUCCI Ad before the show started. Lol. and at the Shanghai Roadshow for Hidden Blade, lots of BXG dolls on in the group photo were captured.

• Hidden Blade Guangzhou roadshow : mention kneepads and looking at dandan doll / yibo asking someone with a suo-er doll and him holding a bjd of himself.

• LRLG contribution 1/23/2023

• XZ’s colleague in ADLAD + Zack ( photographer ) talking about watching Hidden Blade

• 7th day of the Lunar New Year CPN + another xzs and ybo similarity

I don’t usually go for kadians but yibo-official using 13 = yizhan makes me ☺️ ; also the similarity in how they caption posts again. on the same day. yes it’s not an obscure thing to include on a post that is made on the 7th day of the Lunar New Year. Wishing people good luck on a new beginning and all that. but it’s the countless similarities in how their studios do things. they have the same taste? their employees are dating? who knows.

• GG at Sunshine With Me shooting, looking so much like Yibo:

FEBRUARY 2023

• Huang Ziteng posted about watching Hidden Blade and the schedule of the film is coincidentally 10:05

• Yibo shares a post about the snowboards given to him by Su Yiming + sweater paws shadow

• Top comment on Yibo’s 2/2 weibo post is a cpf and similarity with GG using a doge emoji when trying to be humble

• YBO posts about a 🍉 video being fake and it looks the same as xz clarification account. !!!!

• Fandom stories that have been on my mind recently. ( includes cpn on wyb kissing xz backstage of SDC and the 232323 kadian which is “new” for this month. ) old ones mentioned : wyb’s side accounts, a bxg story, changsha home and same day tests.

• 2/4/23 Fake Rumor House contribution

• People in the industry supporting (?) them : GQ photographer is a turtles, Yixuan replies to a fan with daytoy on their username, sungjoo using xz’s cover song as bgm for his douyin post back in 2019 + Yubin doing an unboxing of DVD and praising a spread with zz/wyb on it.

• YBO asks to show off glutinous rice balls and XZ responds ☺️

• Night Light fake rumor & same sun emoji

• Candy compilation from Sunshine By My Side filming wrap up

• Fake Story : riding a bike at night / AI art

• LOYIBOARD 🛹

• On 2/12, Yibo posted a douyin, a stock video where you can clearly see what jacket he is wearing. BXGs noticed that it said “milano” and thought it may be a clue that GG will go to Milan Fashion Week. more explanation here.

• Both boys have been quiet and not “seen” for the better part of Feb, even 2/14 was especially quiet for them online. Yibo-official did post their candid compilation of Hidden Blade behind the scenes but it’s connected to promotions and not exactly for valentines day. It’s a common CPN speculation that when they are together, they get very quiet online and no paparazzi can take their photos. tho I have to say, 2/14 is not that important to them like 520 is. and then come 2/17, it’s interesting how you get to see them. let me rephrase that, they allowed us to see them. xz going to eat a meal with his assistant and wyb filming his drama. i’ve always been a believer that somehow, they can control when people will see them in public. they can be on ninja mode when they want to, especially xz.

the next day which happens to be 2/18/23 Ai Bo Ai Zhan Day, yibo shows up @ Shanghai airport at 6:30 in the morning. knowing that he finished filming past 10:00 PM, dressed in skinny jeans and looking so stylish. which is not his usual airport fashion these days. he will be in beijing for a couple of hours ( no one really knows for what ) and returned to SH the same day @ 5PM. turtles hope they saw each other atleast. Bobo really chooses the early flight so he can be with ZZ longer. ☺️☺️☺️

• Lost General Jewelry

• Chengyi comic about ZZ cutting his hair before going off to see WYB

• Them looking so similar with these photos, GG’s is from his 2/22 Milan flight. The same hair. looking like twins. Also, one of ZZ’s photos had that BOarding design & photo. Yes I know it fits the whole theme of the pictures but still, turtles’ DNA was moved. Lol.

• Using the same security personnel @ PEK?

• ZZ was spotted buying LEGO

• The similarity in their photo composition

• ZZ created an instagram account and his username has similarities to Yibo’s. Again. Same brain cell.

• 2/24 Fashion Show appearance minor candies

• Zhan-ge saw the balloons coded with all the colors! BXGs! ❤️💛💚 @ Tod’s Milan fashion show venue entrance

• This one is hilarious, Bobi in Milan? @ Tod’s store visit 😂

• cpn on yibo-official being quiet during MFW

• a possible connection to yibo’s CCTV performance to ZZ’s suzhou embroidery gift

MARCH 2023

• GUCCI infinite possibilities meaning, ZZ’s veteran cadres style and same emoji

• XZS Chapter 5 vlog candies

• giving thoughtful gifts

• Weibo night account posts a recommendation photoset for person of the year and they put their photos right next to each other. 🤍

• we hear “ i love you” in XZS vlog chapter 5

• Bottled joy campaign/s cpn

• Web’s 3/8/23 instagram post

• A really CPN-y instagram data. HAHAHAHAHA!

• wooyoungmi brand revisited

• Liu Daichu says WYB & XZ are hard to shoot - not so much cpn cause this is really unfortunate that they have to deal with bs like this. however it goes to show how they deal with their fame is becoming more and more similar and they apply the same security for themselves.

• 3/11 zsww rumor house

• more cpn from 2017

• yibo-official related candies

• xiao zhan as a distraction

• similar looking shirt. lol. Yibo, did you borrow this from zhan ge???

• yibo knitting sort of confirmed

• gg’s infinity ring ♾️

• LRLG 3/24/2023 contribution

• Same hotel in Shanghai rumor

• the weibo night 22’ seating arrangement. so near yet so far.

• Weibo Night 22’ candy round up

• XZS posting 8 photos, XZ re posting ads at 10:18 and his missing post-show selfie

• Tencent Video weibo account unintentionally matching XZ/WYB

• Weibo night 22’ exclusive interview sweet bits 💕

• WYB looking at ZZ’s direction 👀

• New Wuji recording easter egg : play with the cat

• 3/29 XZS vlog candies

APRIL 2023

• Esquire Magazine Parallels / CPN

• A new CQL bts photo 😘😘😘

• Colosseum parallels

• Peninsula iron box BGM

• Another example of XZ missing the 10:10 posting time to give way for WYB’s repost of BTF trailer.

• THEM in white shirt and soft cardigan. I love it when they put on the same/similar style!

• not really cpn but an example of a brand using art made by a cpf

• one & only’s release is 7/28 which aligns to double airport 1.0 / bazaar shoot & yizhan ttxs episode

• same city ( shanghai ) 4/11

• red string bracelet of lei yu appears again

• “matching” post for china television arts committee

• boys in esspensive cardigans! 💕

• 2019 kangol bucket hat coincidence

• chengyi comic - kumquat lemon tea 🍋

• zenith pilot series ✈️

• yibo-ge x xiao-ge 👀

• matching shiatzy chen black and white outfit

• LRLG connection to BTF accidental rollover, Anessa livestream sweets, JD mascot heart with a mole and Fake story ( magic wand and minions )

• them going on HS together @ 4/23 & wyb shut up hs + minor candies ( esquire coincidence, #5 seat, bone necklace, kids lovin them )

• 4/25 candy post

• 4/26 yibo official post with 13 photos and heart with a (.)

• same way of tying their shoelace means they are in the same city or together

• ZZ’s GUCCI Cosmos event CPN

• Fake rumor of what happened in Shanghai when they met ( 4/26 )

• the word “wyb” heard in xzs vlog

• same ip address of shanghai even if XZ was in Xi’An. Fans are saying, WYB might have logged on using a different phone number ( GG’s account ) and that’s how it changed. Because if this was a staff, most of them are in Xi’An or in their Beijing office.

MAY 2023

• May Day Candies - ( ZZ’s off white pants, rumor 1 : learning how to cook and zz giving wyb a rabbit charm rumor 2: couple jackets, in the same magazine, heart with a mole again on ybo

• pickle side dish, bruce lee and btf people supporting adlad ♥️

• number 5 seat on zz’s post, yibo and his pots & pans + the story of plane models

• XZ cues Wei Ruolai and WYB “dreams” hoodie

• THEM LOOKING SO MUCH LIKE EACH OTHER 😂😂😂😂

• Friday clowning - ( includes : ADLAD castmate posts cpf photos, same line in GG’s note & LRLG post script, Ryukakusen & XZS/YBO same symbols )

• Sunday candies 🫶🏼 WYB’s departure to LA & Xiao Zhan’s Molsion photos + use of captions

• Clean Eyes song and XX symbol ( XZS molsion live event behind the scenes )

• Bag/Phonecase WYB bought @ LA

• Chanel Cruise CPN photo parallels

• Yibo’s instagram photo reel & story

• The CPN about matching phone case went on HS

• XZS & YBO split photo similarity 📷

• Ace Troops cake CPN, Molsion offline event launch clues & sunset

• The fact that when they started being in the same city again, Yibo couldn’t stay away from Beijing. He had work with EVISU, so he left Beijing in the evening of 5/15, went to Shenzhen / Zhuhai. Then 5/16, did his business and went back to Beijing in the evening. He really organizes his schedule so he doesn’t have to be away from BJ that much. They will be in the same city till XZ leaves for Condor Heroes workshop & Shooting in Hengdian 🥹

Also his EVISU car has 1991 on it. Yes 91 was when the brand was established but please let me clown on this. lol.

• 85 is also Z28 design

• XZS posts a photo that shows his phonecase even after the HS and then on 520, HZT, the actor who plays Lan Qiren posts a very suspicious douyin video related to it.  

• 520/521 ZSWW fake stories

• Yibo using the photo for weibo night 22-23

• The story of the 85 logo

• HUABIAO AWARDS CANDIES : their movies featured as key works in 2023 + Bunny drawing in the background ; Chanel Brooch 🎀

• WYB’s btf co star said he has a delicious beef dish that he eats and people are wondering if it’s the “sauced beef” that cpfs think is from GG’s mom.

• Same phone case timeline

• Candies from WYB’s Chunzhen event + XZ’s team denying a melon about a collab with his former co-star

• 5/28 ( A day that two topics about XZ & WYB together went on hot search ) ONE TWO

• NEW chengyi comic about accidentally listening to a horror podcast & sleeping together

• random old candies

• Cherries 🍒

• WYB’s Fly streetwear shirt going to Japan

JUNE 2023

• Maison Kitsune Couple Shirt. WYB’s is for his Chunzhen Fanmeet & GG’s is for Roborock Ad. Yeah, it’s a pretty good brand that they have both worn before but does it have to be from the same line? and look so much like each other? and for us to see it in a span of a few days on them 5/27 and 6/1? I’m sorry if we’re clowning so much here but we can’t help it.

• 6/1, their studio accounts posting so close to each other. XZS shared WDB video & YBO re posted a one and only movie promo. What a nice coincidence. This would have been something to ignore if we didn’t have so many XZS 🤝 YBO candies. Then just minutes later, YBO posts the photoshoot for WYB’s Chanel show and one of the layouts look like XZS. 😂 also using the sunglasses emoji

• WYB’s Chanel Japan show clowning + WDB drawings resembles Web

• An unusual increase of hot searches that associate XZ and WYB ✨

• Bottled Joy saga Part 3

• both of their works featured in National Cinema Movie Promotion Conference. movie stars! 🎞️

• XZ found to be wearing Uggs

• Minor candies from Douyin Movie Wonder Night

• THIS RIGHT HERE ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• WDB cast and their connection to web: one / two

• Yibo is an introvert and Chunsheng is an extrovert

• Mosquito jokes 🦟🦟🦟

• CPN WRAP UP ( includes : yuli interview clues, bottled joy using their colors for panther and guangdian drawing, numbers on evisu ad, posting almost one hour apart, cute dogs and missing lyrics )

• weekend cpn : same expression, not holding hands, shuke x beita and other sweets

• 6/20, BJYX went on hot search

• BJYX IS BE was gone in the hot search

• Moncler Event CPN

• Heurueh brand

• LRLG leaves yibo-official

• some “new” photos from SINA visit

• Infinity sign on WYB’s clothes

• “how they sleep” CPN

• there are conversations that when WYB went back to Beijing after the Moncler event, he was spending time with GG. it’s also because the shoot for Condor Heroes was delayed so they both suddenly had time to be in the same city 😊

• same-style clothes for recent released ads - NANS

• 6/26 rumors that GG/Web will be participating in the same event and their sus airpot schedules!!!!

• Yubin shares a video and we get a 1 second clip of the boys eating hotpot

• 6.29 Hongkong Event : Timeline & CPNs

That’s all for now! 

See you by the end of the year <3 

[snakewithawitchhat]

A little Donnie x reader thing I started. I'm unsure if I'll finish it or not, though.

If I do make a full-fledged fanfic, I wanna make sure it's polished :}

PART ONE

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The ear-grating sound of an alarm beeping woke the mutant from his four hour long sleeping session, making him groan low in his throat. A three-fingered hand slowly lifted, smacking around the table for an alarm clock before landing humbly on his wrist tech to deactivate a digital timer.

Donatello slowly lifted his head, squinting his eyes in response to the blinding light of his lamp shining down onto his now uncovered face. He felt like he had been thrown into a brick wall with how his body ached.

He had fallen asleep at his desk again.

Rubbing sand from his heavy eyes, Donnie leaned back in his chair with a soft 'whoomf,' feeling it roll backwards a tiny bit from the small impact.

He checked the clock on the wall above his lab doors, his smudged sharpy brows furrowing in confusion. Why would he set an alarm for 5 in the morning? Speaking of alarm… he could hear his phone buzzing on his bedside table across the room.

With a sleep hazed mind, Donnie rubbed his face before slowly forcing his legs to push his body from the warm comfort of his chair. He shuffled over, rubbing his sore shoulders and rolling his head around to crack his neck.

When his black eyes landed on the screen, they slowly widened.

His calendar app was buzzing with the notification: 'Y/N is back from college.'

You were supposed to come home today. The usually calm turtle could feel his whole frame begin to buzz with an uncontrollable warmth. It spread through his whole body like he had drank ten full pots of coffee. Wringing his hands so fast, they were blurry, Donatello rushed to his closet. He was wide awake in moments, pulling out a soft but worn-in purple sweatshirt that he had adjusted to fit him and his battleshell. The purple hunk of tech was already flying over, attaching itself to his exposed brown shell so he could put the hoodie on.

Before you left to college last year, Donnie had made a promise to greet you at the airport no matter how many people might be there.

He couldn't deny that you were close.

He could remember the day you and him met as if it were just two seconds ago.

He was probably around 12 or 11 at the time, struggling to keep up with his brothers as they jumped across rooftops and rushed over to the nearest skatepark. He must've not been looking at the concrete sidewalk because the next thing he knew, his face was on it and his nose was bleeding. When he slowly gathered the courage to lift his head so he could inspect the damage, he saw you looming above him.

A human kid the same age.

At first, he wanted to run, but you weren't as hostile as he expected.

The silence wasn't loud. You simply stared down at him with curious eyes before offering a hand if he wanted to take it. "Are you okay?" Your voice came out sounding soft and concerned. Donnie was used to teasing from his siblings and a blunt tone from his father. He wasn't sure what your intentions were.

Still, he slowly reached up, taking your hand and letting you pull him to his feet.

After that, the rest was history.

You spent every single day with him and his brothers at that skatepark, wearing it down until it was closed for repairs every summer. Somehow, out of all of the intelligent people in the entire world that Donatello could relate to, you managed to become the only person he could tolerate full-time. He remembered helping you win Tech-Wars and fighting home-made robots in your garage when your parents were gone on trips. A soft sigh of content escaped his lips at the mental image.

After proceeding to rush through his entire morning routine, he busted out of his room and began a dash for the exit…

Running square into Raph's chest.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: part 9

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 / Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: I just passed my exam and finished yet another part of Shadows Entwined!🤩💙 It’s not super long this time. Due to my exam I decided to cut it a little short this time around, but I hope it’s still enjoyable😘💙

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Warnings: None💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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That day, all up on till the sun disappeared below the horizon, was relatively uneventful. While the sun stood in the sky, the turtles slept away in their rooms, while you, Damian and Barbara stayed in the Batcave with Alfred, keeping an eye on Bruce, and working away, trying to figure out where Ra’s al Ghul and Shredder was hiding out, and the much more pressing question; what were they working on? Why were the two villains working together?

You, Barbara and Damian had all decided to stay in costume, just in case any of the four terrapins would wake up. But as you pulled on your mask in your room, you couldn’t help but feel a rush in your stomach at the thought of the night before. What Leo had said about your face made you smile like crazy, and the thought of how close you had been to… how close you had been to kiss Leo made you gitty. Of course you couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if you had kissed, finding yourself daydreaming on your way down to the Batcave with a small skip in your step, thinking of how Leo’s lips would have felt against yours.

But then the sobering reality hit you as soon as you entered the Batcave, the sight of your still unconscious father reminding you of all the other things that happened the night before. The towering gothic halls of Arkham. How terrified you had been while Leo had been under the influence of the Crane Gass, unable to do anything as he seemed terrified that you wouldn’t look him in the eyes, even though you had never said such a thing. And how your father, the dark knight, was turned into a mutant bat before your very eyes. Suddenly your little daydream about the almost kiss with Leo wasn’t the only thing on your mind.

It was around dinner time that the turtles woke up. At that point the dark had already fallen over Gotham, the sun being hidden behind a thick layer of dark clouds, the city rarely having more than a few hours of life during the day.

Sitting down next to Leo as you ate, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the small smile he shot at you, his blue eyes twinkling a little as they searched for yours. It was clear that he also remembered the night before, both the good and the bad parts, seeming a little unsure if he was still in your good grace. But the smile you sent back at him, made him relax with a silent sigh, finally letting him eat without his heart jumping like mad.

After dinner, all of you went straight back to work, looking through any possible leads on where Ra’s and Shredder could be, while Alfred continued his care of Bruce, in the company of a worrisome Robin and a curious yet slightly scared Mikey. And then, lo and behold, Batgirl struck gold, showing you all her findings on the big screen of the computer.

“The Wayne Enterprises’ container ship that was moving the Cloud Seeder to Bludhaven, was hijacked last night”, Batgirl explained, reading up from her findings. “The thieves then smuggled the Cloud Seeder back into Gotham port”.

Raph grumbled with his arms crossed and his teeth clenched. “While we were dealing with those freaks in Arkham”. He was right. Arkham had been nothing but a distraction.

Donatello, who was seated in the chair right in front of the big computer, looked at the screen in thought, a finger tapping on his chin, before he seemed to have a realization, tapping away on the keys.

“With the machinery the Foot has stolen, I think they’re building something that’ll mix the ooze with Joker’s formula, and launch the Joker-ised ooze into the clouds above the city”, he said, pulling up pictures of the machinery for you all to see.

“And when it rains down, it’ll turn everyone in Gotham into a monster mutant like Batman”, Leo said, dreading in his voice. Having fought against mutant Batman was one thing, but a whole city? And not just any city, but your city. Yet another reason for Leo to hate everything the Foot and Shredder stood for.

“Dudes!”, Mikey yelled in eagerness from Batman’s table, causing all of you to turn, fearing the worst. Even Robin jumped from his chair, seemingly ready to fight whatever threat Mikey had seen. But there was no threat. Just Mikey screaming beside Bruce Wayne. “I’m freaking out here!”, he said, placing both hands on his head, as if he was trying to keep his mind from exploding. “Did everyone else know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?!”

The silence that followed, only broken by the smack of Raph’s face palm, spoke for the situation itself. You might not have been the biggest fan of Raph’s way of doing things, but you could not deny how much you related to that smack against his forehead.

“I mean, you knew the Batcave was under Wayne Manor”, Donnie said with a raised brow bone. He knew that his little brother wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw, but he had never thought that such a revelation would take so long for Mikey to realize.

“I’m just saying it’s a lot to take in”, Mikey said, stretching his face in thought, before he rested his elbows against Bruce, causing Alfred to see red in the corner of his eyes. “Rich and cool! Like leave something for the rest of us guy!” Alfred let out a loud sigh, before he started moving Mikey away from Bruce, causing the orange clad turtle to yell out in protest at the butler. “I’m going, I’m going, okay!”

You looked at Leo with a questionable look, and all he could do was sigh with a small nod. Yes, Mikey was always like that.

“Do we have any idea where Shredder and Ra’s are building this machine?”, you asked, turning back towards Batgirl and Donnie, feeling Leo’s eyes on you, along with the small tug at the corner of his mouth. Apparently you were asking the right questions. And much to your luck, that question sparked a thought in Batgirl’s head.

“I don’t know exactly how Joker makes his venom, but I do know where the components would be”, Batgirl said, leaning over Donnie in order to press on the computer keys. His small flustered expression made you choke down a chuckle. Oh, how you were going to press Batgirl with your knowledge. Even Leo seemed to notice, enhancing small glances with you. Both of you knew something, that much was obvious. Leo poked at Donnie with a small finger, causing the purple clad turtle to scowl at him. “Ace Chemicals”, Batgirl continued, pulling up a picture of the facility. “It’s where the Joker was created, when he fell into a vat of, you know, chemicals. So if they need venom, they’ll be there”.

“But it’s walled off”, Leo pointed out, noting the high walls and barbed wire. “Easy to defend”.

“So what?”, Raph said, sounding frustrated. “If they’re dugg in and ready for a fight, then we bring them a freaking fight”, he continued, slamming his fists together with a dark smile.

“We aren’t doing anything”, a deep voice sounded behind you. You turned in joy, seeing Alfred helping your father up to stand, Robin running to his side in order to help.

“Master Bruce you’re not well”, Alfred said in concern, wishing Bruce would sit down once again.

“I’m as well as I need to be”, Bruce grumbled, taking the drop out of his arm, his gaze turning to the turtles. He stared at them for a moment, before walking to his neatly folded costume on a nearby table. “Batgirl and Robin are coming with me to Ace. (H/N) stays in the manor. The turtles are going home”.

“What?”, Mikey exclaimed in sadness and shock as Bruce pulled on his costume over his head. “C’mon, we know your secret identity now! Our team up have been surmounted!”

“I gave you a change”, Bruce said in a stern voice, turning directly towards the terrapin brothers. “You four are impulsive, and you don’t follow orders”. His eyes narrowing at them. “I want you out of Gotham!”

“Uh, father”, Robin said, his small frame stepping between them. “Look, it pains me to say this, but the turtles saved you in Arkham. They are valiant allies! Even the dumb one! Michelangelo”.

“Hey!”, Mikey exclaimed in a displeased expression. “Not cool!”

“If it wasn’t for them, Joker would have never gotten close enough to inject me in the first place”, Bruce said in a scowl as he closed the clasp on his cape, before pulling the mask up over his head, once again becoming the dark knight of Gotham City, before turning his back to them. “This is not up for discussion”.

Leo felt the burning stair from Batman, telling him to do exactly as he had been told too. To leave Gotham. But Leo’s heart stung at the thought, because leaving Gotham meant not just leaving the city, but leaving you. Leo once again thought back to the visions he had seen under the influence of the Crane Gass. How he had scared you. How you had feared him. He still did not know if these visions had been real, but never did he wish for those visions to be real. He hoped that none of it had been true and just his mind playing tricks on him. But in reality, Leo did not know. He remembered how scared that you had been when you entered Arkham, and how fearful you had been when you walked the halls, and the more Leo thought about it, the more it unsettles him. Maybe Batman was right. Maybe it was best if you stayed in the Wayne Manor where you could be safe while Batman, Robin and Batgirl headed out. And maybe, just maybe it was best if Leo and his brothers left. Leo had scared you once and he did not wish to do it again, even if it was going to hurt him.

“Maybe he’s right”, Leo mumbled, looking down at his feet, not wanting to meet your confused eyes. He could almost hear your heart crack just a little inside your chest, not wanting to believe what you were hearing as he turned towards his brothers. “Following Batman’s lead took us to Arkham and distracted us from Shredder”, he said, not noticing the deepening frown on Raph’s face. We’d be better off on your own”.

“No! No! He ain’t right!”, Raph yelled, pushing back his brothers so he could storm forward. He pushed the leader in blue so hard that he tumbled, only just catching himself before he fell onto you, your eyes meeting once again, sending shock waves through the two of you. Leo felt his mouth dry out as he stared into your eyes, knowing full well that they would be the hardest thing for him to leave behind. The hurt in your eyes and the way his heart was aching, making him freeze in place, unsure of what to do or say. Leo did not want to go. He did not want to leave you. Could he just stand there and look at you forever he would, but sadly, your father did want it to be like that.

“Look, Batman”, Raph said, making his way to your father, who was busy assembling his beloved utility belt. “I get it! The whole brooding loner thing, sitting on top of roof tops, mumbling about how you’re the only one that can stand up to evil in your own city. That’s my whole deal! I love that stuff! And I totally agree that my brothers are annoying, unbearably so sometimes”.

“Uhm”, Leo said, finally realizing that Raph had been talking the whole time the two of you had been locked in each other’s eyes. “Where are you going with this?”

“Teh!”, Raph said annoyed, turning back to Batman. “That’s why. When things get though, I don’t even bother with them. I go off on my own and do things my way!”

“He does do that”, Donnie said, Mikey agreeing with a sounding nod.

“Still doesn’t explain where he’s going”, you whispered, making Leo hum in agreement.

“Yeah, but here’s the thing”, Raph continued. “Every single time, I just get into more trouble and my brothers have to bail me out”.

"It's true!”, Mikey chimed in. “Every time”.

“Sure we make mistakes. Sure we make the wrong moves”, Raph went on, ignoring his little brother. “But we can’t get better-”. Raph grabbed onto Batman’s arm in order to turn him around to face him, making you, Batgirl, Robin and Alfred gasp in surprise. No one just grabbed onto Batman nor Bruce Wayne like that. That was just not how it worked. “-If you don’t trust us”. The turtles, seeming to understand the severity of Raph’s actions, watched with wide eyes. Donnie even covered his mouth, Leo’s eyes going wide and Mikey gasping out loud. Batman said nothing but just narrowed his eyes at the square jawed mutant, almost daring him to continue. “We’re a family, and learning from your mistakes together, is how a family works”.

“This is not a family”, Batman rumbled, bumping his shoulder against Raph’s as he walked past him. “It’s a team”.

“Ain’t that the same thing?”

That comment made Batman halt in his actions. It was as if those words had touched a nerve deep within him. Batman said nothing but stared forward, his thoughts running wild in his head. Raph’s words echoing in his head as he looked to Alfred, Robin, you and Batgirl and then to the turtles, only to notice how close all of you were standing. And how you and Leo seemed to seek each other out in the small crowd. Just like he had noticed the two of you do in Arkham. And on the roof. Even during your first meeting and fight together.

“You’re right”, he finally said, making you all stare at him in disbelief. You felt your palm begin to sweat as Batman made his way towards Leo, determination in his eyes. “Let’s stop Ra’s and Shredder”, he said, before extending a hand to the leader of the turtles. “Together”.

Leo looked at Batman’s hand, extending his own hand in order to shake it, when suddenly…

“Awesome! Dips on the Batmobile!”, Mikey yelled, jumping over the head of a growling Raph, skipping right by you in a rush and right through Leo and Batman’s handshake.

“Uh, we have our own ride”, Leo said after Mikey, not sure if his forgetful lille brother actually was able to remember it.

“You do?”, Batgirl asked Donnie in confusion, causing Donnie to beam with innocent pride, thinking of the van he had tuned up.

“Yeah, we didn’t walk here from New York”, Donnie smiled, secretly hoping that Batgirl would ask about the van.

“Don’t care!”, Mikey yelled, already inside Batman’s car, fastening his seatbelt. “Called the Batmobile!”

Batman looked from Mikey to Leo, his eyes lingering at him for a moment before giving him a small nod. It was time to find Shredder and Ra’s.

[mythos321]

Part 5 of my Wof x Persona au!

Chapter five: Wrath of the Seas!

As the Trio began their sneaking through the castle, they exited the small room that they entered from, and began their way through the main hall, only for it momentarily shift from a castles hall to the front of the school, making both Clay and Tsunami look momentarily shocked at its momentary distortion.

“Woah, so it’s actually literal?! I thought the school being the castle was just a metaphor or something!” Tsunami said, as Turtle pinched his snout.

“Obviously not, this place is still your school!” Turtle stated

“Wait, so do people from the school see us differently? or are we still in the mind and so aren’t actually there.” Clay asked, as he began to slowly sneak forward to avoid any sounds as Tsunami and Turtle followed with

“It’s the latter, yep. While this shows how he views the school, it will momentarily distort back to its true state, though should be noted these are extremely brief, and only certain areas have the constant shift between reality and his subconscious viewing. Those could even be safe spaces for later! Anyhow, we should hurry now!” Turtle explained and stated, as the three speed sneaked across the hall and down towards the dungeon area, but before they could foolishly rush in, Clay grabbed Turtle who subsequently grabbed Tsunami, as they saw one of the puppet guards up ahead.

“Dang, I guess we’re gonna have to fight our way forward! Clay, hand me one of those weapons you got I’ll help!” Tsunami said as Clay went to grab manifest his dagger, however ended up manifesting something a bit more…booming.

“Oh hey, it’s like Obsidians head! I didn’t know I also had one of these! Oh! I know, I can give you this, and them you can bludgeon enemies with this handle part!” Clay explained, as Tsunami nodded in agreement

“Okay, first of all, that is horrifying gun safety. second of all, using that right now would just give you away! Big Blue over here should just stand back as you and me handle this thing!” Turtle explained.

“What we need to do is attack from behind, even if we could handle them head on, it’s much better for us to catch them off guard and keep a low level!” Turtle further explained

“Oh, kind of like hunting! Except instead of hunting food, we’re hunting doll knights!” Clay responded, and Turtle despite having a clear face of bewilderment decided to just go with it.

“Yeah, sure. You just need to break the mask off them, then it’ll free them of the palace rulers control and allow us to deal with them without consequence! At which point you have my permission to be as loud as you want while we beat the crap outta them!” Turtle told Clay, who then nodded along with it as he then slowly crept up behind the puppet knight, and took a long deep breath, before jumping onto the back of the shadow, revealing its true form as its old armor went away, revealing itself as a small dragonet of an indiscernible tribe, with glowing yellow eyes and a long wizards hat and coat, almost like it was a magician.

Clay found himself intrigued by the shadow. It didn’t seem harmful, actually seemed kind of adorable, like a little toy he and his sibs might have played with when they were younger, and wondered perhaps he could try to talk to the shadow after he defeats it.

Naturally, it took very little effort to knock it down, but before it could be finished off, Clay decided to walk up to the shadow, and strike a conversation with it.

“Oh, what, come to gloat at beating weak old me? Everyone always makes fun of me!”

“I don’t think you’re weak at all!” Clay responded to the shadow, as it seemed to momentarily cheer up.

“O-oh! really? you think I can have potential as a true mage?”

“Sure! I think you could even join us!” Clay responded genuinely to the shadow

“Wow! no one ever believed in me! OH! I REMEMBER MY TRUE SELF NOW!” The shadow spoke, as it suddenly floated in the air.

“I am thou! Thou art I! I am The Magician Arcana, True Name:Blue Apprentice!” The Shadow then suddenly turned into a mask like Clays own, and rammed right onto his face, making him momentarily befuddled as Turtle looked just as confused as him.

“…what just happened?” Clay asked, as he felt a sudden surge of power in him

“You have harnessed the natural ability within yourself! The Wild Card.”

“Now we are joined together! With fellow spirits sure to follow!”

Clay heard Obsidians voice speak from within himself, alongside that of The Blue Apprentice, and Clay realized he now harnessed the power of two personas at once.

“That’s no fair! Why do you get 2 personas while I only get one!” Turtle asked, visibly a little upset.

“At least you HAVE a Persona! I don’t even have one!” Tsunami said afterwards, as Clay felt a little bad for having a power neither of his friends possessed…though he had to admit, it felt amazing, almost as though he had found another part of himself.

After the two seawings finished their whining, the trio continued through the dungeon…and found no one there, no guards, no prisoners, not even some dumb note saying they got the better of them like in the sillier stories Clay would be read as a child.

“Where the hell is everyone?! Maybe they’re up front!” Tsunami stated as she rushed over.

“Hm, seems they had them transferred for some reason…ughhhh, so much running around, it feels like one of those stupid novels that purposefully drags on…” Turtle depressingly said, as Clay suddenly grabbed the small cat like dragon and tossed him onto his back.

“There ya go! now you won’t have to waste energy!” Clay said to Turtle with a smile, as Turtle smiled back in gratitude after processing it, only for Tsunami to run back to them.

“I heard footsteps, lots of them!“ Tsunami said as she regrouped with them, as Turtle hopped off of Clays back and tried to quickly think up something before seeing a distorted door.

“Over there! It’s one of the rooms I mentioned before!” The 3 then quickly rushed inside, with Tsunami giving herself a breather.

“Well, we should be safe here! Whirlpools control over this area is pretty weak!” Turtle stated, as the room switched between a random castle room ti a random classroom.

“So this place meanwhile is a classroom? It’s so weird, to turn a place into a castle from a school.” Tsunami said.

“Now you’re catching on! This is a world where distorted desires materialize, no matter the true nature of the distorted location! for example, a mobster might view a city under his control as his bank, or even further than that! I call these places of distorted desires a “Palace.” This place is a castle because Whirlpool views it as such.”

“Really now…THAT SELFISH SON OF A BITCH!” Tsunami yelled as she threw a small chair against the wall, shattering it into a bunch of wooden pieces, as Clay placed his claws on Tsunamis shoulder to try and calm her down.

“Woah, seems you really hate this Whirlpool guy.” Turtle observed

“Hate doesn’t even describe it! I despise that bastard more than anything in the world! Him and my mother are practically two peas in a pod with how she coddles him and lets him do whatever he wants just because he praises her crap writing, her crap leadership, and her crap parenting!”

“Hey hey now, calm down alright? I don’t know what happened but this clearly isn’t something to get blinded over.” Turtle tried to say

“Turtle, I know you’re trying to help, but this isn’t really one of those times.” Clay interjected, as Turtle felt a small wave of guilt now that even Clay was against his words.

“I’m sorry, just trying to keep things safe…..soooo, you’re probably curious about the outfit right?” Turtle asked Clay, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, I’ve been curious about that too!” Tsunami interjected.

“Well, that my friend is also caused by these distorted realities.”

“Of course it is…”

“It helps acts as a sort of shield against the distortion of the world, which can only come forth from a powerful will of rebellion! Essentially, it is your mind battling against theirs.”

“Wait, but isn’t Tsunami doing fine? How come nothing happens to her without it.” Clay questioned

“Well it’s simple, you’re around to keep her from ending up on the chopping block!” Turtle answered

“Well now that that’s wrapped up…Seriously, what ARE you???” Tsunami asked

“I’m a dragon just like you two! Honest-to-moons Dragon!”

“Maybe some crude attempt of a disguise as one! Firstly, your eyes look like a cats! Secondly, you’re extremely tiny yet have the physical body of a 4 year old dragonet!” Tsunami stated, as she momentarily clenched her teeth after Clay stepped on her tail for her rude comments

“W-well, this is just because I lost whatever my original form was!…I think. But I know how to regain it! That’s why I even came here, for preliminary investigations of how!…well, until I got captured and tortured. Yeah scratch what I said a while back screw this guy we’re making him pay no matter what!” Turtle yelled out, as he suddenly tripped against a shelf and a small contraption came out of it.

After Clay checked to see if Turtle was okay, he then looked at small item and realized it was kind of like a grappling hook. Usually nothing to special outside of small construction, Clay thought about Turtles words before, and realized that maybe he could use his own cognition to use this even further than that. Or at the very least, it could be a neat gift to give to one of his sibs in a year.

“Man, that was embarrassing. I’m okay though.” Turtle said as he got back up.

“Well, we should get going. Oh! Before we so though, I just remembered I brought some juice! Maybe they can heal us up if we get to tired and all that.” Tsunami stated, as she reached into her jackets pocket and handed it to Clay, as it then turned into a fine drink they could safely drink later, manifesting it away for now as the three exited the safe room.

“Let’s eavesdrop on some of the soldiers so we can figure out where they sent those prisoners to.” Turtle suggested, as the 3 peeked behind a bunch of barrels to listen in on them, hearing one of the guards mention a training hall.

“That should be just a bit ahead!” Turtle commented, as the guards walked pass them with no notice, and the three snuck pass them down towards the halls and saw a large gate door, which they proceeded to open it and walk through a small but well lit corridor, as they went slightly further down before stopping in their tracks as they saw 2 shadows speak to one another.

“Darn! I should’ve expected we’d see some shadows even with our evasions! We need to conserve energy though, so we can’t just rush at them!”

“If only I had a persona, I could help you guys shoot right through them!” Tsunami said, as a lightbulb went off in Clays head.

“Moons bless the Nightwing who made these.” Clay said as he manifested his gun, took aim and fired, making one shadow fade away as the other soon followed as Turtle himself got the memo and used his own weapon, a slingshot.

“Y’know, while these aren’t that useful against actual dragons, they can REALLY pack a punch here.” Clay stated as he put the weapon away

“You’re a surprising marksman, I gotta say.” Turtle complimented him

“Oh, well I used to play with toys like these when I was younger, I was super competitive about it so I developed a bit of an aim for it. Just to check, are the shadows weak to these, or are these just stronger here? Because usually these just kind of leave a bruise at worst.”

“Correct! our weapons are indeed stronger here than in the real world, and will likely become only stronger with our mental fortitude and experience!” Turtle explained

“Ha! we’re really about to defeat these guys with a childrens toys!” Tsunami laughed as the 3 rushed through and made it to the room connecting to the training and study halls as a sign above it read “Whirlpools Training Hall of Care.”

“Hall…of Care? That’s the biggest bullshit I ever heard! Only thing Whirlpool cares about is himself!” Tsunami stated as the 3 walked into The Castles Hall of Care and were greeted by the pained screams of students.

“Those voices…they’re coming from over there!” Tsunami told the others as she rushed to where she heard the screams with Clay and Turtle close behind her as the pained screams only got louder until they finally found the source of the screams below.

Their they saw multiple dragonets being whipped by the palace puppets as “training” and “helping” as they were helpless to the guards attacks.

“DAMN IT, WHAT IS THIS PSYCHOTIC SHIT HES PULLING.” Tsunami yelled, as she had to be held back by Clay before she did something she’d regret.

“Look, I understand, but you need to keep your voice down!” Turtle whispered to them

“THIS IS BEYOND HORRIBLE TO THESE POOR KIDS, WE CANT JUST LEAVE THEM, DAMN IT, CLAY, HELP ME OPEN THIS!” Tsunami commanded as Clay followed, determined to help those dragonets just like her, until they heard a sudden faint voice.

“Please…just leave us alone…it’s useless…” One of the abused prisoners said to them.

“If we stay obedient, we’ll be fine…” another of the abused said, as Clay and Tsunami looked disgusted.

“Damn it, to think that bastard would have them feel so helpless!” Tsunami said as she held her head in frustration as Clay crushed the ground in his talons.

“Look you two, I know you want to help them, but it’s important to remember these are still just Whirlpools cognitions! Trying to help them here won’t have any effect. Trust me, if they were real, I’d be busting that door down with you! The truth is, all they are is just similarly looking dolls for Whirlpools mind to play with!” Turtle told the two, which slightly eased their nerves, but also made them angrier in other aspects.

“So while the school is a castle, the students are its slaves…” Clay thought out loud

“It’s a moon forsaken comedy with how much it lines up. This really is all in that frog eyed assholes head.” Tsunami added on, as she began to think to herself of how she can help still.

“…wait, these are based on real life, right? Then these people must exist in the real world to! They must be Whirlpools students!” Tsunami told the two, as she then developed a scowl on her face after she realized that Whirlpool truly does just view his students as slaves.

“Then that means if we can talk to them in real life, we might be able to get something out there! Even your mother would have no option but to be forced to put him away! Even if she got him a light sentence he wouldn’t be able to teach the same ever again, if at all!” Clay added on, as he and Tsunami gained some hope, as Clay pulled out his notebook and attempted to write inside it some descriptions of the people they saw, only for the pages to turn blank afterwards.

“Huh, so that book just has you write palace locations instead of letting you do anything on your own for it?” Tsunami asked

“Admittedly, I think it just writes it all down on its own.” Clay admitted, while Turtle simply looked confused as he had no idea what the two were talking about.

“I think I can memorize their faces and scale colors, We should probably get going soon though.” Tsunami admitted

“I believe there’s an easy exit just up ahead! So we’ll have to cut through there…Unfortunately we’ll also have to see what the other poor kids go through.” Turtle told the two, as the trio then rushed through the hall and saw the various horrible tortures they went through, from having to run forever without water with threat of being crushed by a spiked roller, to being forced to swim at depths far to deep for children to handle, and even one poor kid being pelted with stones over and over to shape their endurance, all making Clay, Tsunami, and Turtle suck to their stomach at the horrible abuse.

Just before exiting, they heard the scream of a small child beyond what they thought was an empty cavern, as Clay and Tsunami recognized the voice as none other than Anemones cognitive self.

As they looked down, they saw the cognition constantly be hit with a staff even while down, as a copy of Whirlpools voice constantly berated the poor child for being “Useless” or “Weak” and even claiming her to be selfish garbage that is a waste of space, and Clay and Tsunami both felt a burning hatred at what the poor girl was being put through by this piece of garbage “Teacher.”

“That poor kid…Maybe we can try to talk with her after all of this is over, try to help her before it’s too late I guess…” Clay tried to say, as Tsunami nodded her head in agreement. But even so, all the two could feel was sadness at what Anemone was being put through, and how her mother outright encouraged this horrific abuse while praising the man who did it. All of it just made the two saddened for the poor dragonet.

The 3 then began to rush through the exit up back to the castles main hall, expecting to escape without a hitch.

Only for Shadow Whirlpool to appear, with multiple Puppet Guards at his side, one larger and in golden armor next to him.

“To think you knaves would dare to intrude upon me again! You’re a bunch of hopeless buffoons! Intruding upon a kings castle!” King Whirlpool shouted to them.

“This school ain’t your castle lord dipshit!” Tsunami yelled back.

“We know all about the abuse you’re putting those poor kids through, we’re gonna take you down!” Clay yelled with Tsunami, as King Whirlpool lightly chuckled

“ “Barking dogs seldom bite.” as the saying goes. How far The Ugly Princess has fallen. Your dear old dad wore the face much better than all of you worthless ingrates that’s for sure! Guess there was a silver lining in Gills death though, he never had to see his idiot daughter make a fool of herself!” King Whirlpool taunted

“The hell are you getting at?!” Tsunami loudly questioned.

“Come on now, I speak of the Queens second disgrace! Who acted in violence against the greatest man to ever exist, and crushed her already weak relation to her mother. Oh I can only imagine poor Queen Corals sadness at her daughter’s selfish little actions.” King Whirlpool continued, as Tsunami gritted her teeth.

“The hell are you talking about?” Clay asked, as he had Tsunami get behind him so she couldn’t get hurt.

“My, I knew Mudwings were stupid, but I never knew they would blindly accompany others without knowing anything at all! To put it simply so your tiny brain may understand it, she attacked me in a fit of rage, betraying her mothers trust in the process and breaking away in a tantrum! Yet here she is, acting like a carefree monkey playing with its dung.” King Whirlpool mocked, as Clay got in a fighting position over his constant insults to his friend.

“Th-that’s not true!” Tsunami yelled.

“Such a tragedy! A poor dumb mudwing and small tiny freak led to their deaths by a foolish former princess! My, it almost sounds like the opening plots to one of the queens books!” King Whirlpool stated as he walked behind his guards. “Hurry up and put an end to these fools, I can’t stand their stench.” King Whirlpool ordered his guards as they suddenly surrounded Turtle and Clay without warning, with Clay bumping Tsunami out of the way before being kicked down to the ground, with Turtle kicked a few feet by one of the other guards right under Whirlpools talons as he stepped down on Turtle.

“Ow…you piece of…” Turtle tried to say solething, but couldn’t muster up any more words, as Clay tried to get up but was still surrounded by the guards without a way to fight back. Meanwhile Tsunami kept a fighting stance, though slightly terrified, she refused to show it in any capacity.

“I bet you fools came here on a whim, and now ended up like this. Is that correct?” Whirlpool questioned, as Tsunami was then knocked down by a guards shield and hurt in the process.

“That’s not it at all…” Tsunami said weakly.

“To think you would dare to raise your hand against me! After I bestowed such kindness in even teaching a stupid brat like you!”

“Teaching? All you did was abuse me just like you’re abusing these kids! You were trying to get me to attack you on purpose!” Tsunami shouted back with resistance, as she managed to get herself standing once again.

“You’re nothing but an eyesore! Of course I’d try to get rid of a loudmouth buffoon like you! I also knew your mommy would naturally side with me, though I gotta say, the dumb broad dislocating one of your wings was an extra icing on the cake of victory! Maybe I should break your other wing! Coral will just think it’s self defense anyway!” King Whirlpool began to cackle, as Tsunami looked at the ground in defeat.

“Damn it…am I gonna lose again?…Not only can I barely fly or swim anymore, hell even runnings a challenge…But I’m completely estranged from my family because of this asshole…” Tsunami explained sadly.

“So that’s why…” Turtle realized to himself, only to let out a pained yelp as Whirlpool continued to squish him under his talon.

“Once I deal with these two, I’ll make sure you’ll join them quite soon. HahahahahaAHAHAHAH!” Whirlpool laughed

“TSUNAMI! DONT LET THIS TOAD EYED ABUSIVE PIECE OF GARBAGE GET THE BETTER OF YOU! YOURE STRONGER THAN HIM! KEEP BELIEVING IN YOURSELF AND STAND UP AGAINST HIM!” Clay shouted from the ground, trying to think of a way out of his own predicament, but it was clear his words were not met on Deaf ears.

“…You’re right. I can’t let this trash get the better of me! All you do is use people like some damn puppets…you’re the real piece of garbage, Whirlpool!” Tsunami said as she walked towards him, and a fear from Whirlpool began to emit from himself

“G-guards! seize her!” Whirlpool yelled, as Tsunami continued towards him.

“QUIT LOOKING DOWN ON ME WITH THAT STUPID SMILE ON YOUR FACE.” Tsunami yelled, as guards began to surround her

It’s about time you came through.

Tsunami suddenly collapsed to the floor as she felt like her brain began to bash itself like a hammer, swinging her tail in the process and breaking one of the puppet guards into pieces by proxy.

Since your name has been disgraced by this oaf already, why not form a pact and gain power to deal with this oaf?

Tsunami shouted loudly from the constant pain, making the remaining guards back away in fear they may be destroyed by accident next.

Let us raise your weapon and wreak havoc against those who dared to disgrace you! The other you within desires the very same!

Tsunami shook across the floor grasping at her head from the agonizing pain as the contract forged itself

I am thou, thou art I. Now stand forth against your oppresors, AND FLOOD THE OCEAN WITH THE SKULLS OF THOUS ENEMIES

A metal mask appeared upon Tsunamis face as she stood tensely against the guards.

“Hmph, what do you think you can even do! Just cower in fear!” The Golden Guard yelled, only to be ignored as Tsunami ripped her mask away and let forth a scream that was like the thunder itself,

The castles hall began to shake, as the ground broke apart from rising winds mixed with powerful waves as they manifested into a mighty beast, with a blade replacing the left hand as a dagger was held in its right. Its wings were like that of silver and blue diamonds, with a ferocious yet beautiful face topped with a crown like hat. Its lower body was like that of a constant storm, it wore a long deep blue coat over its silver underbody that complimented its blue scales, held up by 2 other blades within its possession. Top it all off was a constant thundering from its body like that of a constant roar.

Dozens of guards were ripped to shreds by the Persona and the earthquake it brought forth, allowing Clay and Turtle to free themselves and stand by with Tsunami as she let forth a massive smile upon her face at her newfound power.

“Hahaha! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Now that I got this power! I think I owe these bastards some payback!” Tsunami exclaimed.

“D-Don’t mock me, you brat!” The Golden Guard yelled, as it prepared to fight

“BLOW THEM ALL AWAY, HURRICANE!” Tsunami commanded ferociously, preparing for the ensuing battle to come!

[moog-rt]

ᴄʏʙᴇʀʙᴜʟʟʏ [ʀɪꜱᴇ!ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴘᴛ. 5

Links to parts: one two three four five

Summary:

Fate brought you and that purple-clad turtle together in the form of endless battles of code. You were a purple dragon recruit, and he was your target. He plays your games as you tease him with the slim possibility of victory.

You may just let him win if you are feeling particularly merciful.

Notes:

enemies to lovers; slow burn; takes place after the movie; reader is a 'villain'

Word Count: 3351

If you’d prefer to read it on Ao3, here’s the link:

ᴄʏʙᴇʀʙᴜʟʟʏ [ʀɪꜱᴇ!ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Otherwise, enjoy!

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Your hands were shoved deep into your jacket pockets as you trudged your way to the coffee shop just down the road from campus. If the crunch of fallen leaves beneath your boots hadn’t been indicator enough, the biting cold morning air was telling that autumn had arrived in full swing.

The bell above the entryway rang as you opened the door to the cafe and got in line to order. The warm atmosphere was much needed as you could finally take out your hands and rub them on your chilled cheeks. Your nose felt like ice.

After paying, you scoured the main room for a seat. Practically every table was occupied by people your age with their noses in laptops and textbooks.

With autumn comes midterms…

You slipped into a seat at a table that someone else had just relinquished and brushed off the leftover crumbs. The tabletop itself was a small circle but it sat two people, which was all that mattered. You got your laptop and notes set up as you waited for your order to be called. With how little sleep you were getting recently, it would be near impossible to start studying without some caffeine. It felt like your brain was packed with cotton balls.

You were in the middle of sighing and rubbing the sleep from your eyes when your name was finally called out. It was hard for you to care as the seat screeched out as you stood to go get your drink. However, many eyes bore into you for the disruption as you shuffled over to the counter.

“Here you are,” the barista said sweetly.

Fingers brushing against each other as you took the warm beverage from her grasp, you met her gaze and smiled back.

“Thank you,” you hummed.

As soon as you sat down and took your first sip, you could feel life rushing back into your veins. It was like all the clouds filling your brain had finally dissipated. The steam that escaped from the cup helped to thaw your nose.

You put on your headphones–opting for your own choice of music over the playlist the cafe employees were playing–and got to work as you waited for your friend to arrive. As was your routine for the past couple of weeks. Stay up late making deals with your archnemesis, peel yourself out of bed bright and early to go to this cafe, study with April until your brains felt like they were sufficiently rotted away, and scurry to class together. Sometimes you liked to sprinkle in a Purple Dragon meeting here and there.

Ever since your first deal had been made, you had offered more, and Von Ryan had reluctantly agreed. Several rounds of a variety of games stole away the majority of your nights. They were fun, but on top of classwork and purple dragon assignments, you were being zapped of your life force. 

You found that you also had to fight a lot harder to actually win. You hadn’t expected your opponent to kick your ass at games as much as he did.

Your ego took quite a few blows as a result.

To make matters worse, it felt like none of your jokes ever landed with the guy. You knew they were funny. At least some of them were. He was just too stubborn to admit it!

“So serious…” you murmured to yourself, mindlessly scrolling through a study guide your professor had emailed the class.

“Yeah, I swear they’re tryna kill us.”

You jumped slightly and took off your headphones as you looked up from your screen. Before you stood a heaving April, a sheen of sweat decorating her forehead.

“God, it’s hot in here,” she said as she shrugged her jacket off and sat down across from you.

“Girl, are you alright? Did you run here from the gym or something?” You started moving your belongings so that she had more room on her side of the table to put her belongings. “I thought you were free before this.”

“I was .” She waved her hand at you while she caught her breath. “But my pals called me up to help out with something…This morning was just a bit of a rush…” She released a breathy laugh, shaking her head.

Your eyes squinted as you grinned at her. “Sounds like a fun way to start your day.”

She let out an incredulous laugh in response.

“Don’t even get me started.” She unpacked her study materials, brushed her bangs from her face, and placed her palms on the table as she looked back at you. “Alright, I’m gonna grab something to drink and then we can dig into things. That sound good? You want anything?”

“Ready when you are,” you said, lifting your drink to show her you were taken care of.

It didn’t take long before she joined you again, opening up her laptop and flipping through her pages of biology notes.

“So what did you need to help your friends with so early in the morning?” you asked, tilting your head and shooting her a curious look.

“Hm?” Her eyes shot up to meet yours before darting off to the side. “Uh… They got themselves into trouble as they usually do, so they called me up for help since they’re kind of a man down, so to speak.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You live a wild life, April. I’m jealous,” you said.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she scoffed. “Now, enough stalling. We gotta get to work.”

You threw your head back and groaned dramatically.

“If I must!”

The next hour or so was filled with the silence of reading, frequent buzzing of notifications, and the occasional exchange of questions regarding subject materials. Every now and then, however, your questions would go unanswered as your friend was too distracted by her phone to hear you. After the fifth time of speaking to a wall paired with April’s solemn expression, your curiosity had finally eaten away at you.

“Everything alright? Who are you texting?” you asked as you rested your chin in your palm.

“Mm…” Your friend didn’t look away from her phone until she had finished typing. “Oh, um, just a friend… Donnie, actually.”

“Oh! How has he been?”

She sighed and placed her phone down whilst rubbing at her face.

“Better. He’s been better.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and dropped your gaze before April continued.

“Poor guy has been holed up in his room for the past month. He’s barely sleeping. It seems like he only eats if someone tears him away from his computer and forces him to… He’s just not taking care of himself.” She shook her head. “Worse is he’s not really letting us help him either… God, it just sucks having to watch your friends fall apart, you know?”

You were quiet. You watched her as she let her head fall into her hands. You found it more comfortable to look out the window instead.

“I’m sorry,” you said, fiddling with your jacket sleeve.

“Nah.” April raised her head, shaking it and offering you a soft smile. “It’s not like you could have done anything. We just gotta wait for him to either talk to us or power through it, I guess.” “I– Still.” You looked back at her, swallowing. “I’m really sorry. …That sounds difficult.”

And you were sorry. Sorry that you hadn’t dug into his connections sooner. Sorry that it was having a negative effect on April.

Sorry that you failed to consider the consequences of what you were doing.

Yes, you began offering him deals to help him out, but even then, it was mostly self-serving. Because you were getting bored? Because it gave you some new form of entertainment? Because you didn’t want April to be mad at you if she found out?

You could have stopped altogether. Should have . After the first deal. After you finished your first assignment.

But you didn’t.

And now the results of your actions were smacking you in the face.

“Anyways, let’s get started!” April said, clapping her hands together.

You nodded.

The chatter from the other tables combined with the cafe music and ringing from the entry bell served as white noise for you and April to find a rhythm to work to. The two of you began discussing the semester-long project for your bio class. April pulled up the rubric, and you began brainstorming possible subjects and hypotheses you could address. Planning away until it was time to head to class, you wrapped up the study session with a rough proposal.

Your routine from then on had been altered.

You continued to meet with April in the mornings. However, when you didn’t have a meeting with the purple dragons to stay up-to-date on plans, your nights were filled with studying and essays and projects. You made more time to play games with your friends, too. Your bedroom was filled with laughter and shouts and gory sound effects from the assortment of games you’d play with them.

The Purple Dragons’ interests had long since shifted from Donnie to various tech companies. The most recent discussions had been surrounding TCRI. The facility was rumored to have technology that seemed to not even be of this planet. The possible technological advancements the group could gain from them far outweighed that of the mutant turtle.

You had finally released your hold on Othello Von Ryan.

Only on nights like this, where you and April had plans to meet up and do school work, was there a chance that you would interact with him.

Every other minute, you checked your phone for an update on April’s arrival. You had gone down to the lobby of your apartment building to wait for her. It was the first time she was meeting at your place, and you knew that the process to get up there was a bit of a hassle.

You kept your eyes peeled for her after receiving a text saying she was just down the block. You noticed her burgundy space buns through the glass doors before anything else, but upon closer inspection, you caught sight of another figure following her to the doors. You thought for a moment that they’d walk through together, but she spun around and began shoving the person in the oversized hoodie out of frame.

All you could see now was April aggressively pointing in the direction she had come. The hood popped back into view, peering in and looking directly at you before turning away dejectedly. You leaned slightly to the side to see if you could catch a glimpse of them, but they had already walked far enough away that you couldn’t see.

You stood up to greet April as she came inside.

“Were you being harassed?” you asked, shooting her a concerned look.

“Hah, it depends on your definition of harassment! That was Donnie. He has been begging to tag along and just will not take no for an answer,” April said. You raised your eyebrows.

“ That was Donnie?” you asked with a high-pitched tone. April shook her head and chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t think too much about his fashion sense. I swear he scrambled out after me as fast as he could. Threw on whatever was closest to him,” she explained, waving her hand around.

“He wasn’t wearing anything while you were with him?” you questioned. “Are you guys…like…?”

It took April a moment to catch on to what you were trying to suggest. Her eyebrows shot to the top of her forehead and her eyes were wide as saucers as she whipped around to face you. 

“Oh my god , no!” She waved both her hands in front of her, shaking her head vigorously. “He–uh–just wasn’t dressed for the weather! We weren’t doing anything crazy. Ugh, I don’t even want to think about that.”

April looked like she was about to hurl. She may have been dry-heaving a little bit, too. 

“Oh! That makes total sense!” Your face burned as you looked away and laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, my mind jumped straight there…”

The two of you laughed it off on the elevator ride to one of the upper floors of the building. With a quiet chime, the doors opened up straight into your home.

It was designed to be fairly open and modern. Wide, white marble tiles spread across the floors, and the walls across from you were filled with large windows that framed the city almost perfectly. A sleek set of stairs wrapped around the edge of the area, leading to the upper level of the penthouse.

“What on Earth…” April gawked.

“My, uh, my room’s upstairs,” you said, looking away awkwardly.

“Nuh-uh, you did not tell me y’all had money! An apartment should not have an upstairs. This is wild!” she said as she followed you up the stairs.

“Both of my parents are fairly successful business people…” you explained as you opened the door for her to enter your room. 

It was bright from the various LED lights and signs that you had strewn about to decorate. The gradient colors bounced across your walls and furniture. April wandered over to the edge of your room that looked over the city.

“Gosh, what I wouldn’t give to live in a place like this,” she said, throwing her bag on the floor next to your bed. “Totally unreal.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a roommate,” you chuckled. “It would be nice to get a bit of that college experience everyone loves to talk about.”

“Oh, I feel you. I’m living off-campus, too. Really feels like I’m missing out sometimes,” April said, plopping down on your bed. “Though I don’t think you’d be able to decorate your room like this if you were living in a dorm.”

“You’re totally right. I don’t think I’d be able to live without my decor,” you joked, taking a seat at your desk.

“It reminds me a lot of how Donnie decorates.”

You turned to her with a smile.

“Oh, really? He’s a big fan of LEDs, too?”

“That and the color purple, mostly,” she chuckled. “The guy knows what he wants.”

While you were on the topic, you had been wondering…

“How has he been recently?” you asked. “I remember the last time we chatted, you said he wasn’t doing so hot.”

“ So much better. Everything seems to have gone back to normal for now. He’s getting out a lot more than he was, and I think his eye bags are almost gone!” She grinned.

“I’m glad to hear that!” You smiled in return.

You really were. It had been weighing on your mind quite a bit ever since she had told you. You wish you could go back in time and leave him alone rather than torment him for your own amusement, but obviously, that wasn’t an option. Knowing that he had relative peace of mind now made you feel a little bit better.

You and April eventually turned the conversation back to your classes and got to work on your project. You had turned in the final draft of your proposal a couple days ago and were starting on the actual data collection. Together you dug through previously published papers that could provide additional information for you to work with.

You would take breaks every once in a while to grab snacks or watch stupid videos on social media. It wasn’t uncommon for one of you to become sidetracked, which would inevitably lead the other astray shortly after.

At some point, your little siblings had barged in, somehow sensing that there was a new presence in the house. They had a field day with April, and luckily she didn’t seem to mind them at all. Eventually, you had to boot them out of the room so you could keep getting work done.

When it seemed like you had gotten sufficient materials to use for your project, April suggested giving Donnie a call just to double-check that you guys weren’t missing anything. He answered almost immediately.

“You are conversing with Donatello,” his voice sang through.

“Hey, D,” April greeted. “We were just doing some work for our big bio project. Are you free to look over some of the notes and sources we’ve collected?”

“April, you know I am always available if data collection and scientific articles are involved.”

April rolled her eyes dramatically, and you both chuckled quietly so he wouldn’t hear. April proceeded to list off all the information you had gathered so far and summarized the experimental design you had decided on. He hummed along as he listened, providing some feedback here and there regarding what you two could focus more on or different articles you could reference.

“I’ll send you links to a few that I think will be particularly helpful. As a whole, however, it seems you have done quite a good job. The information you have accumulated thus far is reputable and will certainly validate your study,” Donnie stated. “Consider me impressed.”

“I’d hope so! We’ve put a lot of time into this,” you laughed. It was the first thing you said since the call started.

“Ah, there is my favorite disciple!” he began.

“Boy, if you don’t knock that shit off, I swear!” April huffed.

“You know, I was going to grace you with my presence tonight, however, April here told me I was unwelcome,” he spat.

The two proceeded to get themselves into a silly argument over he-said-she-said. You watched quietly with a soft smile gracing your lips. You wanted to join in the argument for fun, teasing and joking where you could, but it felt so wrong to do. Knowing the role you played in his life, whether he knew it was you or not, made you feel like a fraud for acting friendly with him.

Eventually, April and Donnie’s little squabble subsided, and you said your goodbyes. You and April added the articles Donnie sent over and called it a night. After walking her back down to the lobby, you returned to your room to vegetate.

You lied on your bed, watching the gradient lights change as they danced across your ceiling. You had wired all of the lighting to be in sync, alternating between various shades of blue, purple, and pink. You would switch up the color combinations if you got bored or if you needed something to fit the mood of the night a bit better.

April said Donnie’s setup was similar. If you two actually knew each other–as friends rather than opponents–you were sure that you’d have a field day chatting to him about the things he’s created. Judging by the blueprints you had stolen, your silly little light fixtures were probably child’s play for someone as technologically advanced as him.

You may not be friends, and the chances of you becoming friends were probably slim to none, but at the end of the day, you felt grateful to know that someone like him actually existed. Your world was beyond that of 9-5 office jobs, school, and circuitry. There were still mysterious people like him, part turtle and part… something else that you weren’t sure of.

Your world wasn’t as boring as you had feared, and you felt lucky to know that.

An alarm began sounding from your phone, causing you to jump. Scrambling across your bed, you picked up the device to see what was happening.

Apparently, there was an attack on the Purple Dragon’s network.

You looked over at your desktop. You hesitated for a moment before crawling over and sitting down at it. It didn’t take long for you to negate the attack and reinforce some of the security on the network as well as the servers.

Tracing back the IP of the attacker through various VPNs, it was no surprise to see that it was Donnie on the other end. Your heart jumped at the opportunity. It wouldn’t be so bad for you to make another offer to him if he was the one initiating, would it?

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[jestersmonsters]

Jester's Monster AU

Part 5

Warnings(for all parts, not just this one): Blood, gore, general angst, panic attacks, violence, death, dismemberment, attempted cannibalism (from vampires & werewolves), trauma, possible bad writing (I try), and the closest thing to realistic trauma responses I can get in a tmnt monster au.

💜First - 👈Prev - Next👉

The two turtles just stared at Mikey there, neither of them able to say anything. He looked... like an illusion. "Woah. What happened here?" he asked, suddenly concerned seeing Donnie in bed and covered in bandages.

"Uhm... a lot of things, but first of all, where have you even been?" Leon asked, walking up to touch Mikey. Of course, his hand went straight through. "I don't exactly know- look, I'll explain later, but uh... is Dee alright?" he asked.

Leo looked back at the bed, and Donnie was curled up again, shaking. "Oh woah! Hey bud, you good?" he rushed back to the bed. Donnie had a hand cupped over his mouth, the other gripping his shoulder tight. He looked like he was in pain. He just whined and shook his head. Alright, not good... "You want me to get the others?" Leon asked. There was a short pause, then Donnie gasped and gagged a bit, coughing and pulling his hand off his mouth. There, in his palm, was a bit of blood and two whole teeth. Shocked, he just sat and stared at them, hands shaking. His mouth was hung open from the shock so Leon could see there were, in fact, two canines missing and the beginnings of what looked like new teeth growing in. No wonder he was in pain. For them to come in so quickly that they shoved the old ones straight out of the mouth.... Leon couldn't help but wonder if this was what he thought it was. If so, things would only get more complicated from here.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching his brother with concern. "That's kinda gross, Dee. Let me hold onto them." he offered, holding his hand out. Donnie just blinked and let him take them with a confused look. Then he just stuck them in his pocket, out of sight. "Anything else hurting ya?" he asked. Donnie took a deep, shaky breath. "Everything." he answered, voice strained.

Leo and Mikey shared a concerned look before splitting, Mikey going off to get everyone else while Leo stayed by Donnie's side, adjusting the blankets so he was comfortable. Whatever this was, they'd have to figure it out soon before it got worse.

[arctic-space-penguin]

"Uh, did Hope ever have a gap tooth?" Don asked.

"Obviously not!" Sterling hit Don's arm. "I would have one if she did!"

Draxum seemed mildly concerned when he overheard and hurried over. "We have to get Michelangelo's spirit out of her before her body changes completely."

"No shit," Sterling muttered under her breath.

Casey pulled away from Michael and leapt away like he'd been burned. Michael stared blankly at in front of him in stunned silence. Draxum pinned his arm's to his currently-not-but-somehow-becoming-his body.

"A precaution," the goat explained for the glare he got. "Someone get a jar or something to contain his spirit after I remove it."

"...Is this gonna hurt?" Michael asked, not just for himself.

"Yes and no," Draxum replied. "Mostly no."

"Wha--"

Draxum placed his large hands on Michael's shoulder and chest, cutting the box turtle off. Both their eyes glowed as the group watched. Sterling scrambled off the couch, remembering the jar, and yanked open a cabinet to grab one.

Hope's body sagged, vines vanishing, the second Draxum got Michael's spirit out. Sterling arrived back just in time to capture the shimmering, burning thing in a jar.

Everyone released the breath they didn't realize they had all been holding. Sterling held the jar up.

"This'll hold, right? His spirit's kinda... made of fire," the woman asked, pausing as the jar heated up a tad. "And this is made of glass."

"It will have to for now. His spirit might fade without it," Draxum replied.

"Can't you mystically enhance it or something? Make it fireproof or whatever?" Don asked. "Rather not lose my brother twice, thank you."

Draxum sighed but nodded. Sterling shoved the heating jar into his hands and rushed to the sink just in case. The goat closed his eyes in focus. Slowly, through the spell he was muttering, the glass cooled in his hands. Don took it when Draxum was finished.

"What about his body?" Leo wondered curiously.

"Draxum can just make him one," Sterling shrugged. "He'd do anything for Mikey, present or future."

"Making a mutant is not easy," Draxum warned her.

Sterling narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying you won't do it?"

"No," Draxum said. "Don't put words in my mouth as you humans say."

Hope suddenly gasped awake and nearly fell off the couch if Sterling didn't catch her with her foot. All eyes turned to her.

"I never want to be stuck in a spirit plane ever again," Hope dragged a hand tiredly down her face.

Don held out the jar. "Say hello to the guy who was in control of your body for twenty-ish minutes give or take."

Hope did a quick double-take before turning to Mikey. "Of course future you did it."

"What-- hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Mikey squeaked in protest.

Hope rolled her eyes. "I didn't say anything."

Mikey opened his mouth to protest again, but the look Leo gave him made him shut it again. Sterling cleared her throat.

"Let's get back to talking about the whole giving-Michael-a-body-again situation please," she requested.

"I can do it, but it will take time for it to grow to the right size even if I speed up the process by a few months," Draxum explained.

"We'll wait as long as we have to," Don nodded resolutely.

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Yeah, now Hope's back too! :DDD

Also please, I know some reading have probably been waiting for them all to finally get back to the past, and I wanted to make this part a little longer to fit in Michael getting his body, but I ended up deciding not to, BUT IT WILL HAPPEN NEXT CHAPTER

Realizing now that would leave the perfect amount of chapters left for the others, so here's the rundown:

Part 4 - Michael comes back

Part 5 - Leon comes back

Part 6 - Red comes back

Part 7 - Yarrow comes back

Part 8 - Apes comes back

Part 9 - A final hurt/comfort part to tie it all together

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[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 10: Scavenger Hunt

➪ Playlist (Spotify) l Series Masterlist

Checking that everything is unplugged for what feels like the 10th time, I lock the door and meet Jungkook at the elevator. From the way he was buried under my bags you might think that I was moving out, but I swear I plan to wear all of my outfits and you can bet that they will cause commotion. While I offered to take the suitcase, he doesn’t mind the load, finds it cute that I planned so much. He on the other hand, managed to somehow fit all of his belongings into one pathetic backpack, making me look absolutely insane. I mean with a body like that you don’t really need a lot of clothes to make a statement. Worst comes to worst he could just walk around half naked and no one would mind. Except for me of course, because … boundaries, or whatever. 

After successfully stuffing everything into the trunk, we were left waiting for Tae to wake up from his slumber. 

“You did call him right?” Jungkook asks softly, leaning his forearms on the passenger door, gaze focused on my sleepy face. It's about 6:30 am, so I’m not too worried about looking like a live-action Ratatouille, but it does suck that he has to see me like this. I reply with a little nod before bringing my knees to my chest, hiding everything under my hoodie. I might have overslept and missed all 10 of my alarms, needless to say, there was no time to pick out an outfit so some shorts and a hoodie had to suffice for the road trip. No complaints though, except for the layer of goosebumps emerging all over my body from the cold morning breeze. 

Noticing my shivers, Jungkook opens the trunk and pulls out a blanket, covering the exposed parts of my figure. Letting out a little grin as he pats the top of my head, he dials Tae’s number before the said man of the hour rolls his suitcase down the entrance. He looks just like me, hair unbrushed, glasses on to cover up the undereye bags. Sporting another one of his Vector-looking tracksuits, Tae waves us hello before melting into the backseat. 

“Guys, did we really have to rival the sunrise to make it there on time?” he mumbles in annoyance. Earning a little chuckle from the both of us, he puts on his headphones before dozing off to sleep. It's about a six-hour drive, but Jiah wanted to get there earlier to beat the morning rush. 

“Let me know if you want to change shifts,” I tell Jungkook as he lets out a chuckle. 

“HA, Peaches, with all due respect but you drive at a turtle's pace. We would be lucky to get there while the sun is still out,” he grins, his bunny teeth peeking through the teasing smile. I roll my eyes and slap his forearm. I mean he is not wrong but it was the thought that was supposed to count. 

Getting comfortable in my seat, my eyelids begin to feel heavy and within a few minutes, I’m out like a light. That is until I feel the car stop, hearing chatter in the background as the backdoor slams shut. 

Rubbing my eyes I focus on the sticky note posted on a bag of food sitting on my lap. 

Tae threatened to piss himself if we didn’t stop by a gas station, we’ll be back in 5. Eat.

My mouth drops upon seeing a box of shrimp dumplings. No way, he remembered. Teary-eyed, I’m reminded of my family who is across an ocean, spending our first holiday without me. And just like that homesickness kicks in at full speed and tears begin rolling down my face, as I stuff a dumpling down my throat to silence the sobs. Startled by the sound of the car door opening, Jungkook meets my sad eyes, wiping the tears off my face.

“YAH, Jungkook what did you do to her?” Tae exclaims, pushing his shoulders to get a closer look at me. He checks my forehead for any signs of a fever before focusing on the sticky note. 

“First of all, I did not piss myself,” he glares at Jungkook who is still dumbfounded by my state. Muting Tae’s tangent, he turns my body towards him, moving some strands of hair behind my ear. 

“Miraya, are you okay? Is it the dumplings, are they bad?” he asks, eyes analyzing my every reaction. Taking a deep breath, I try to gain my composure, feeling the embarrassment kick in as I bury my face into my palms. 

“I miss my family,” I softly cry out, wiping teardrops off of my lenses. 

“Aww come here Flip-flops,” Tae leans in closer and pulls us both into a group hug. A cute little bonding moment in the middle of a gas station. Who would have thought? I can’t help but let out a soft giggle as Jungkook caresses my free hand with his thumb. Pouting his lips, he hates to see me cry but understands that sometimes you just have to let it out. 

“You know what, we will have so much fun on this trip you won’t even remember why you cried,” Tae chuckles, his boxy smile on full display. I nod, reciprocating a soft smile as Jungkook buckles me up and wipes the remaining tears off of my cheek. 

Turning the engine back on, we resume our journey. Passing the rest of the food to Tae I feed Jungkook some dumplings as he manages the map directions on his phone. 

“The dumplings are delicious, thank you,” I whisper, leaning my head back, eyes focused on Jungkook’s lip rings. Sensing my action a soft grin forms on his face as he replies with a quick wink. 

--

Your destination will be on your left 

Turning off the engine, Jungkook parks the car near the gates. Jimin waves us hello as he rolls the two suitcases to the main doors, letting Jiah know of our arrival. 

“Miraya!” she screams, hands in the air as we run towards each other. Both melting into the embrace, we debrief the drive here, as Jungkook and Tae join Jimin in the unloading process. 

“Oh, by the way, I decided to invite one of my childhood friends as well, hopefully, you guys don’t mind. She lives just an hour from here and is super nice,” Jiah explains, analyzing our reactions. Of course, no one had any objections. 

“Sounds good to me as long as I get a room with the biggest bed,” Tae chuckles, pulling two backpacks over his shoulder. 

“Right, about that …” Jiah giggles, as four pairs of eyes turn to her devious smile while she presses the keypad that opens the gates. The cottage is huge, to say the least, covered in real wood with beautiful green roofs. It’s split into two sections one of which has a walkout to the lakehouse and an outdoor jacuzzi, while the other faces the forest in the backyard. 

“The guys dib the bigger house,” Tae exclaims, pulling Jungkook and Jimin into a little huddle. As the three of them look back at us with a teasing grin, Jiah folds her arms and scoffs at her boyfriend. 

“Ha, I knew this would happen, so I asked my aunt to create a little scavenger hunt for us. The winner gets the bigger house. Girls vs. boys,” she exclaims back with additional sass in her voice. 

“Aren’t you guys at a disadvantage, there’s only two of you,” Jungkook says, gaze focused on my face. 

“And anyways, I don’t mean to be sexist but come on now, do you really think you can beat three men?” Tae grins, leaning in closer. 

“You’re right, we should probably ask the men when they arrive,” I scoff back twirling my hair, looking him up and down, winking at his Vector tracksuit. He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes, as Jungkook and Jimin try to maintain their composure. 

“Whatever you say, princess,” Tae grins back, patting the top of my head. 

“While we wait for Sohee, we should probably just unpack our stuff into the main hall,” Jiah says, as the guys carry in the last of the bags up the stairs. “Miraya, can you and Jungkook get some groceries? There’s a little supermarket just down the road,” she asks softly, handing me her credit card. 

“Jiah, I can cover this don’t worry, you’ve already done so much,” I let out a soft smile, giving the card back to her which she declines and puts back into the pocket of my hoodie. We exchange teasing looks and chuckle. Jiah is an older sister so she possesses a natural sense of responsibility and strictness. It’s hard to overrule her decisions, especially when trying to help her. 

--

Waving bye to the rest of the group, Jungkook reverses out of the driveway as we head to the market. My phone vibrates on my lap, as I glance at the notification on the top, ‘Your period is late by two days’. Phenomenal, I sigh. 

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asks, lowering the radio. 

“Nothing, my period is just late and I didn't pack anything with me,” I answer looking at the beautiful scenery out the window. 

“Too young to be a mom don't you think,” he grins, scrunching his nose as I slap his forearm. 

“No you smooth brain, I was just stressed about my exams. It happens,” I exclaim, letting out a little chuckle at his teasing. 

After about 10 minutes we arrived at the market. Structurally it was old but you can tell the owners took good care of it, becoming a neighborhood favorite. 

As we walk in I check the grocery list Jiah sent me while Jungkook rolls in the cart. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out the layout of the store before heading to the dairy section. 

“Milk? Check. Whipping cream? Check. Ok what's next,” I whisper to myself, crossing off items from the list. 

“Jungkook did you get the …” my sentence is abrupted by his absence. Literally, where could he have gone, I turned for 1 minute. I let out a big sigh as I start my first circle around the market before finding Jungkook in the female hygiene aisle. Oh my god. 

“How do pussy sizes work,” he looks up with genuine confusion on his face. “You look like a small but it goes all the way up to XL, so I’m not sure” he continues talking, completely disregarding my distraught state. 

“Pardon??” I choke, checking that no one else heard what just came out of his mouth. 

“What? I don’t have a reference,” he exclaims, holding two boxes of pads. 

“Jungkook what the actual fuck? Put that down,” I whisper, slapping the items out of his hands. He chuckles at my flustered state before leaning his head on the shelf, gaze lowered on my face which was now flushed. I quickly grab the cheapest option and pull him to self-checkout. 

--

“You guys finally made it,” Tae screams as Jungkook locks the car and brings in the last of the groceries. Sitting on the couch my eyes meet a girl with beautiful red hair waving at our arrival. 

“Mira, Jungkook, this is Sohee,” Jiah introduces us as we exchange little bows, before finally joining everyone on the couch. I decide to sit beside Tae, leaving just one possible spot for Jungkook, next to Sohee. She scoots over to make more space, before he politely stops her, letting out a soft smile. Trying not to pay much attention to it, I busy myself with the zipper on my hoodie before Jimin begins explaining the rules of the scavenger hunt. 

“The teams have already been decided, boys vs. girls. The winning team must collect all three items and have at least one member remaining to get the prize. Elimination of a player will occur once their tag is ripped off by the opposite team. Tackles are fair game, so ladies get ready,” he chuckles, grinning at Jiah’s annoyance. 

“Additionally, if you stumble upon a red envelope, you must complete a challenge and post it on the group chat for verification,” he continues, checking to see if anyone had any questions. Confirming the rules, I ask Tae to pass me the tag which I try to tuck deep into my shorts to make it more difficult to pull. Heading out I can feel Jungkook’s hand on my back as he whispers something into my ear. 

“Be careful Peaches,” 

--

3 … 2 … 1 … 

Jimin lets out a big whistle to initiate the start of the game, turning on the speakers that are now blasting ‘Let's Get It Started’ by the Black Eyed Peas. Jiah, Sohee and I exchange nods and run towards the forest, where we are met with our first red envelope. The boys decide to stay back in the house and search for any clues inside before taking on the ground level. 

“Already?” Sohee and I exclaim in annoyance. 

“It better be something easy,” I say, out of breath from all the running (max 15 steps). Jiah opens the envelope and lets out a soft gasp, leaving our imaginations run wild. 

“What is it?” we both shout, as she turns the envelope over. 

“Pose for a picture that would make your significant other excited” I read out loud, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. You’re kidding. Looking at each other, the three of us shake off the jitters and set the timer on the phone camera, leaving no time for objections. 

“Okay, one of you just push up your bra and the other pull up your shirt or something. I’ll give ass,” Jiah exclaims with all seriousness disregarding the way it all sounds. Letting out a big chuckle, we do as she says before being captured on camera. 

“Well, it will definitely get someone excited,” Sohee whispers, as any remaining drop of dignity leaves my body. I mean we do look hot, that isn’t up for debate, but at what cost? 

“We better get the bigger house,” I chuckle, sending both the forbidden photo and a screenshot of the challenge to the group chat.

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[pbandjesse]

Oh man I am so tired. Today was a pretty excellent day but jeez didn't take it out of me. It didn't help that it was very grey and rainy out. But I still had a really nice day.

I didn't sleep to bad. But I woke up at 7 with a pretty painful nose and even with putting water in it, which usually helps, didn't alleviate the pain. And I wasn't able to fall back asleep.

So I was up through almost 9. I had cereal. And I took a hot shower and felt so incredibly spoiled. But I would get back in bed. Where I did finally fall back asleep.

I woke up around 11. Which was honestly perfect because I wanted to get fries from McDonald's because I had a coupon. I would spend a little time gathering myself. Put Ruby the Roomba to work. Fed Crabcake. Put away the dishes. And soon I was off.

I ordered my food and picked it up. I ate in the parking lot and watched a video. And I was feeling a lot better. More like a person. And more capable of going to target to get my items.

The big thing was to investigate the bottles I've researched. Get a trashcan with a good lid. A few other small things. I had a good podcast to listen to and was enjoying walking around the store.

And I think I did a pretty good job. I got some baskets for bottle storage. And I got 5 bottles that I think will be good. I ended up with plastic instead of glass? That was an accident but I may go back for the glass version as well. See what works better.

I ended up finding more post c section care things. And a cute turtle baby toy. Still no black crew neck for a baby. Which is so frustrating. But it was fine.

I was surprised at how long the line was when there had been none when I got there. But I didn't mind waiting. And when I paid I put everything I got in the new trashcan for safe keeping. Since it was raining a bit.

After I took everything to the car I walked over to the Ulta to look for eyeshadow primer. But no luck?? I also was looking for a round brush but couldn't find what I was imagining. Annoying but bit a huge deal. I didn't buy anything there.

Instead I went to five below and got a bunch of snacks. I also got a new glitter nail polish. I have been enjoying just a clear with glitter for a while now. Keeps them from breaking but even if they chip it doesn't look bad and I don't pick at them. The line there was also really slow but it was fine. I wasn't in a rush. Mostly I was just feeling tired.

I would pay and went home. Where I spent some time putting things away. I would paint my nails and draw for a bit. And eventually laid on the couch and had a little Mac and cheese and chilled.

But eventually it was time to go meet James at the museum. I brought a nice shirt and deodorant for them so they could feel fresh for the holiday party.

And I would have a nice drive over. Listening to music. I was in a good mood. And I would end up having a really nice time this evening.

When I got to the museum I had a good time talking to Meril and Stanley. James was finishing closing up the museum. And soon we would all walk over to Little Havana.

And I had a great time there! We were in the same room that we had had our wedding rehearsal dinner. And the food was excellent. And the staff was super nice. But I mainly just loved talking to my coworkers, especially since I havnt seen some of them in forever.

The best parts were meeting Jessica's new baby, Remi James. Who was such a sweetie. Another great part was seeing Estelle who I love. And she got to learn our baby Sylvia's name. And she told me that her husband's dad has a lady friend named Sylvia that was a wonderful joyful person who lived to be 104 and was apparently just the best. So now our baby has a lot to live up to!!

And the last best part was meeting the new director of marketing! Her name is Chelsea and we hit it off like a house on fire. We talked for almost a solid hour. And it was just awesome. She's around our age, super smart, and we just talked about marketing ideas and she let me tell stories and it was just a blast. I really hope we can work together and collaboration because she was awesome. She also is interesting in pushing for the museum to bring my workshops back! Hopefully when I'm back to work after Sylvia is born we can talk more!

James was getting tired. I had eaten to much but it was all really good. And I was also ready to go home. We said goodbye to everyone. And headed back to the museum where we had left the car.

It was raining but not to bad. I enjoyed just walking and holding James's hand. But I was very very ready to go home.

And that's where we are now! I am ready to get cleaned up and go to sleep. Baby is moving a whole bunch but I am just ready to rest, even if she's not.

Tomorrow I have an event. It's a Hopkins thing, those usually go easy. So fingers crossed. I hope to just rest in the morning and have lots of energy for the evening. Fingers crossed!

Sleep well everyone. Until tomorrow!!