Mystic Sickness Part 1
This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!
Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A
Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.
Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?
Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"
His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.
He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-
Raph turned around. "Leo?"
There was nobody else in his room though.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."
He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.
"I am really not in the mood for pranks-"
Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.
Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?
Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”
“WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”
His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:
Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.
He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”
“It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.
“They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”
“I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”
“I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.
“Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”
“Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.
“As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.
Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”
“Cold or them?” Raph asked.
“...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”
“Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”
“Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.
Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”
Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.
What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?
Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.
Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.
Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.
“What the shell?!”
Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”
“Mikey, you are flying.”
“Look around, Mike.”
Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”
“THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”
“I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”
“Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”
“I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”
Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”
“Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.
“Mikey, did you see him?”
So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”
“Red, is everythin—”
Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.
His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”
And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.
“Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.
“Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know.”
“Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.
Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”
“I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”
Leo’s voice came from his room.
This time from somewhere closer.
“I think I can handle him.” Raph said.
Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”
As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”
“No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”
“RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”
“What’s happening?” Raph shouted.
“I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”
“That sounds bad.”
“You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”
At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.
"I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.
"Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything.
"He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.
"You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.
"I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed.
"Can't you feel it? Hm?"
Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies."
"I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced.
"Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai.
"Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.
"We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.
"Oh good, because I- hrk-"
Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared.
"We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon."
"Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago.
"Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"
"When did you bring it here?"
"What do you mean I didn't?"
Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared."
"Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.
"That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.
"Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.
"Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night."
"And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.
"I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.
Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?"
"Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs."
"Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug.
"None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea.
Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be.
Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly.
"Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.
"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.
Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list.
Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."
"Thanks." Raph sighed.
"You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"
The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.
"What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.
He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell.
"This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.
"Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."
"Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again.
"I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.
He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.
Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.
“Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.
“No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”
“Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”
You're My Happy Birthday
F!Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: soft!f!Donnie, kissing, cuddles, angst (did I have to? no, but it's fun), character death mentioned but not shown, swore!
A/N: My last birthday fic! Yay! :) This is not what I think Donnie's handwriting looks like, but it was the only thing that wouldn't turn to normal text. :/ Also, yes. My birthday was one of the days a birthday fic was posted. :)
Donnie was always busy. Of course being the one who kept the security system in check meant he was constantly on call, just like the other 3. But today was your birthday, you hoped you'd be able to wake up next to him at least even if he had a day full of tasks to get done.
The other side of the bed was empty and cold, as if he'd never came to bed at all. You also had a day full of tasks, training, and other things, but for now you just stared at the ceiling. It hurt a little that Donnie hadn't come to bed the night before. You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes as you started getting ready for the day. You notice a small note on the nightstand.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓊𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝒶𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇, 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓀.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝒶𝓃𝑔, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹, 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎.
You can tell it took him a while to write, written in a few different colors and it seemed as though some of the pens were thicker than others. You wondered how long he'd been trying to write this, its also clear he got help, just to navigate his feelings probably from Dr. Feelings himself.
You knew that Donnie was busy and it meant a lot that he worked so hard to put his feelings out there for you. It meant a lot that he'd been working on something so lovely for you. You got up and immediately went to Donnie's lab.
You walk in without knocking, he had an open door policy with you (yes, he made a contract) and the door was slightly opened. You see your purple branded husband bent over his desk, working away. You pull his chair away from his desk, interrupting his work. Donnie opens his mouth and goes to yell, but realizes its you and stops.
"There you are, my love. I was wondering when you'd be up." He smiles and pulls you onto his lap. He hugs you close as you straddle his waist. Donnie has a big smile on his face, you always loved that smile. "Happy birthday, darling." Donnie chuckles softly and kisses you.
•┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈•
It's your birthday and you sit in your bedroom alone again, the other side of the bed has been cold for far too long. You hold the letter he gave you last year, deep folds in the page from where it always sat in your pocket.
You hesitantly stand up and walk to Donnie's lab. Dust had collected on everything; the lab left dark, cold, silent. You step in, moving to his desk where he'd been remaking your wedding bands, but they're left unfinished. Suddenly there's a purple light and you hear his voice:
"Since you're seeing this, I assume I've passed. Fear not, for I, Donatello Hamato, the brilliant mind and relentless spirit that I am would not let you spend your birthday in vein. How I wish I could be there for you, my love. To witness your joy, your smile. But alas, fate has played its hand. Know, however, that my love for you transcends the boundaries of life and death. It is a flame that burns eternally, an unwavering beacon that guides you through the darkest of nights. Even though I'm not there, my spirit lingers, tangled with your being. Happy birthday, my love."
You hear Mikey in the background, praising his words. You feel a hand on your shoulder and look up to see Leo, the tears in his eyes match your own. "I've never seen him so happy than when he was with you. Hell, even talking about you." Leo pulls you into a tight hug, letting you cry against his scarf. "Happy birthday, Y/N."