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[SFW] rottmnt! donatello shows love through the little things.

he makes you little trinkets that will hold value in your day-to-day life; like that coffee maker that brews your coffee just the way you like it,

or that subtle purple bracelet that can display a holographic of your daily statistics (your step count, reminders for your day)

it's the way he will forcefully drag himself from his beloved projects in order to spend time with you, as meaningless as it all seems - because he's with you, and that does mean something to him.

it's the way he has no idea what you're talking about, only half-heartedly humming whenever you ask him a question, solely focused on the way you animatedly talk - completely love drunk.

it's the way his guard is lowered in your presence, apparent from the rumbling churr emanating from where he's sitting at his work station - content completely to be in your vicinity, and not daring to break the serenity of the environment to ask for more.

it's the way he forgot how nice it felt to have someone caress soothing circles into his soft shell, becoming complete putty in your hands and melting on the spot - eyes shut, and slightly drooling from the way his body just... relaxes, loses any and all tension.

it's the way you're his first waking thought, and also his last waking memory before sleep takes him.

nicknames ; darling, sweetums, love of my life favourite date ; you, him, cuddled in bed, ready for a jupiter jim marathon

Donnie sirena mi patron

Donnie x fem! Reader The little merturtle 3

Summary: Prince Donatello was the third of four brothers, the prince of an underwater yokai city, but he has always been searching for something else far more interesting than the mystic arts he is used to, he wants to know everything about the human world, their traditions, their creations... But when he finds himself entranced by a human princess it might just be the last push he needs to make his dream of exploring the land a reality.

"You started stirring slightly, your eyes fluttering open while you reached up to hold the scaly hand on your face, Donnie knew he had to leave immediately, he knew he should be back in the water, he couldn’t let you see him! But maybe…he wanted you to see him."

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting fluff

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The alchemist and the queen

A pair of eyes stared at Donnie as he sobbed at the bottom of his treasure cove, now only filled with piles of dust and burnt memories, the gargoyles slowly came out of hiding, swimming in circles around him.

“Oh, poor guy” Huginn said “That was really tough, don’t you think?”

His companion nodded sympathetically while Donnie raised his head to see them, a glare prominent between his brow “Oh, yes it was, I didn’t expect king Splinter to treat one of his children like that! It was so unfair.”

“Yes! So unfair!”

“What do you want?” Donnie snarked “That was private, don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong” He growled.

“Man, sorry! We’re being rude Huginn” Muninn said, and Donnie heard Huginn apologize “We don’t have any ill will, we were just passing and hear the whole thing, it sounded like someone was in trouble.”

“Yeah, and after what we watched we just wanted to see if you were okay” Huginn finished, Donnie loosened his guard slightly, he was way too tired to fight them now, the crying had taken away all his energy and he just wanted a long nap.

Before he could tell them to leave again Huginn spoke once more “The collection you had was incredible, oh I love human stuff”

“Yeah! Master Draxum has a lot of their things lying around” Muninn said happily, grabbing Donnie’s attention.

“Draxum?” The turtle asked.

Hook.

“Oh yeah, you’ve heard of Draxum right?” At Donnie’s deadpan look that said he absolutely didn’t or he wouldn’t have asked Muninn continued “He’s a great warrior alchemist! He has been experimenting with human DNA since forever, he and Big Mama used to work together but that was, well, it was when Big Mama was still queen.”

Donnie raised an eyebrow, he had heard about Big Mama, at least briefly, but she had been long since dethroned by his father when Donnie was just a guppy, the only thing he knew about her was that she was dangerous and had been exiled because of that.

But of course, he thought bitterly, his father didn’t tell him many things it seemed.

“Why would he experiment with human DNA?” Donnie asked.

Line.

“Well usually Big Mama would give favors to her most valued subjects and a couple of times the requests were for them to be able to walk on land with the humans, with her magical powers as an energy source and Draxum’s alchemy they managed to find a way to give yokai the ability to live up top and vice versa, it was a time when both humans and yokai coexisted!”

Donnie’s eyes widened and he could have gotten whiplash with how fast he looked back at the gargoyle; the words that had just been spoken to him seemed like an impossible fairytale, it couldn’t be true, could it? A time when humans and yokai interacted together.

His mind went into overdrive, piecing all the puzzle pieces together, the mandate for yokai to not get in contact with humans was only put in place when his father acquired the throne, maybe that was how he himself had learned of yokai while being a human?

Donnie gulped loudly, his father had said he was ‘turned into this’, maybe the two of them had done that? And maybe that was why Big Mama had been exiled.

His eyes shifted between the gargoyles “So Draxum could help yokai walk on land?”

Huginn nodded “Definitely, why? Are you curious? It’s only natural, humans make so many cool things, it just makes sense.”

Donnie hesitated for a moment, he looked down at the pieces of debris covering the floor of his cove when he found it, his eyes paused wide on a piece of rock that had been separated from the rest, your statue had broken mostly in tiny pieces, except for your face, it lay there right in front of him sending a pang through his chest again, of both sadness and anger.

It pushed him to make a choice.

“Guide me to them” He ordered.

Sinker.

Huginn and Muninn smiled at him “Sure buddy, come on! Follow us.”

Swimming around in circles somewhere still in the reef were Raph and his two brothers.

“I didn’t mean to tell” He swore, “It was an accident!”

“We know, big guy” Leo said, kicking a pebble with his tail.

“We just need to give Donnie some space, what happened was…” Mikey cringed “Devastating to him, to say the least” He muttered, it didn’t make Raph feel much better.

He was about to say something else when they both heard Shelldon calling out to them, they turned to see the little turtle hurrying their way.

“Dudes! It’s Donnie! He’s going with some gargoyles far away from the limits!” He explained rapidly.

The guys all looked at each other worried “Which way was he going?” Leo asked.

They soon caught up to their brother who was swimming along the gargoyles, Raph recognized those gargoyles, he’d heard tales from the castle’s servants when he was little, of a banished alchemist and his subjects, it made him hurry as his mind alerted him of danger.

“Donnie!” Raph called swimming close to his brother “Where are you going?!”

“I’m going to see Big Mama and Draxum,” Donnie said in a monotone, a firm frown still set on his face that told his brothers he didn’t plan on changing his mind or listening.

Raph still tried “What?! Donnie no! Draxum is dangerous, he’s a demon!”

“Why don’t you go tell father Raphael?” Donnie bit back, looking at his brother for just a moment before continuing on his way “You’re good at that.”

Raph faltered slightly but Mikey gave him a reassuring look and the three all followed their brother into the lair of the exiled queen and warrior.

“Wow” Donnie winced once they reached the entrance “Stunning choice of décor,” He said sarcastically, looking at the dry algae laying around the unkempt place, he saw then something that petrified him, in between the algae there was something else, something alive and looking dry, many of them shriveling where they stood stuck to the walls of the cave, some beings with eyes, staring straight at him.

Donnie shivered and swam faster, wanting to get to the end quickly, maybe this was a bad idea.

One of those things took grasp of his arm and he gasped, pulling rapidly, grossed out by the thing, and feeling nauseous, he managed to unlatch it from his wrist, and without looking back he reached the end of the tunnel as fast as he could.

“Come in, come in~” A feminine voice called out to him, Donnie breathed heavily after the experience but turned to see a yokai with pink skin and white hair looking back at him with a sweet smile. “Oh my, you look so white! Such worry is not good for your emerald complexion, here, sit, sit, I’ll get you something to drink.”

The woman guided him to a seat and Donnie by reflex sat, now holding a flower in his hands as a cup, he recovered from his panic and looked attentively at the woman with skepticism “Are you Big Mama?” He asked.

“That I am turtley-boo, oh look, your brothers are here” She said smiling at the other three turtles that swam in with caution. “come, come, I do not bite, oh it’s been so long since we’ve had guests” The woman hummed, her attitude and his brother’s presence –Though he’d deny it— calming Donnie slightly and apparently his brothers too who while still weary sat down next to him.

Before Donnie could get to the point of his visit she spoke again “Now, you’re here because you have a thing for this human, a human princess at that! You certainly know how to choose them, darling, she is quite a catch.” Big Mama said nodding her head approvingly but making Donnie tense up once again.

“How do you know that,” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed, Mikey was surprised he didn’t deny it.

“Oh dear turtley-boos it used to be my job, as you might know, to know everything about my subjects, to help the hidden city prosper! And of course, you do not remember me, but I was right there the day you were all created” She hummed knowingly making them all look at her questioningly “Oh you were such adorable little turtles just before Draxy made you into what you are, better, stronger! So powerful and intelligent!”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, that’s nice and all, uh? Auntie? I guess, can I call you auntie? But I’m sorry, you just said we were ‘created’? As in, you know, do you mean born? “Ok, no, I’m confused about whatever you’re going on about” Leo blabbed looking for an explanation for this whole entire messy affair.

Big Mama hummed “You’re right, that’s so rude of me, perhaps Draxy can help me explain, Oh Draxy~!” She called out and from another room inside the cave a goat yokai walked out, firm in every step he took, way more serious than the old queen attending to them.

He didn’t have a friendly look to him, Raph thought, no wonder Big Mama was the one greeting guests with that attitude.

Draxum greeted them all as if he knew them personally to their shock, the two gargoyles hanging from his shoulders “It has been too long, my warriors.”

“Thank you, yes hi, this only raises more questions” Leo groaned loudly.

It wasn’t for long, the two exiled yokai used a magical orb to show them the day of their ‘mutation’ is what they called it, or bits of it at least, not that the boys would know.

It was explained to them how with Splinter turned into a merman they were mutated from mere turtles to merturtles and how Splinter was accidentally mutated into a rat afterward, what was left clear was that Draxum had created them, to Mikey that essentially made him their second dad and Big Mama had been there that day, working as the power source that helped in their creation.

“Your father and I had our disagreements” Big Mama looked sad, only Leo wasn’t buying it “After he was rejected by the human world he started going against all of our work in uniting both worlds, Draxum and I were exiled out here because we were the last connection between both” Big Mama lamented but then smiled softly at Donnie “Poor turtley-boo, longing to be understood, for a world he cannot have, humans are so full of curiosity aren’t they? Just like you, is that why you crave it so much? But thankfully, you found us, and what could be better for the relations between humans and yokai to thrive again than an alliance between the royalty of both worlds? Oh darling, wouldn’t it be beautiful?”

Donnie’s heart was beating hard in his chest with those suggestions, was it possible? Or was it dumb for him to believe? But his mind kept telling him that everything was right there in front of him! Draxum and Big Mama had just placed all of their cards on the table, while his own father had hidden the truth from them for their whole life!

His chest filled with hope when he saw how Raph and Mikey were much less tense, processing the situation with softer eyes, he could even see Mikey smile slightly.

Leo though wasn’t buying it at all, he could tell something wasn’t right.

“Donatello” Draxum spoke this time taking Donnie’s attention “Follow me for a moment will you?”

Donnie looked from the yokai who stood up to walk through one of the halls to his brothers, Leo was about to stop him but Mikey spoke first “Go! We’ll be right here!” He said cheerily and Raph agreed hesitantly, they were right there after all.

Donnie followed the yokai and they walked silently for a moment “Child, your curiosity is not a fault, in fact, without people like you our world would never get anywhere” The yokai assured finally looking back at the merturtle who was giving him his complete attention, his words reassured Donnie, no one had ever truly understood his fascination with the human world but this yokai had been working with humans before he was born, and Donnie, well Donnie craved the approval, he started smiling smugly at the older yokai’s words.

Draxum continued speaking “It is the intelligence you were blessed with that would make the world you seek a reality, do not let anyone fool you, here” Draxum stopped in front of a table filled to the brim with colorful potions, shining bright with unnatural colors, he took a fuchsia-colored one that reflected its light on his skin.

 “This is the potion that you need, the only way to get what you want is to become human yourself, it requires a strong energy source which Big Mama will help you with, after finishing the correct ritual you will be fully transformed.”

“A human?” Donnie was hesitant before questioning “I heard you helped yokai walk along humans.”

“Well that is true” Draxum agreed, Big Mama and the rest of Donnie’s brothers entered the room then, listening by the door “However I fear humans have not seen yokai for decades, it might be dangerous if you kept your form, looking like a human would help you socialize with them,”

Donnie nodded his head and his father’s words from before were back in his mind.

“That human you saved may have been grateful the moment she breathed, but once she realizes who saved her, she won’t look at you as a hero but a monster.”

It pained him slightly to think it might be true, a new insecurity had made its way into his mind, turbulent as it was already through so many events, but with that potion, he wouldn’t have to worry about that, if he could meet you as a human then –his heart beat a little faster— his chances with you might be much better, and eventually, he could tell you who he truly was, once he knew you’d be open to it.

Donnie nodded taking the bottle in his hands, Big Mama placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Now, before anything you must know this first, every spell has to be extremely specific and it has a cost as you boys may know” She began explaining “The potion and my magic will make you human for one month! It is very important that you keep track of the time because before the sun sets on the last day you need to make the princess fall in love with you.”

“What?!” There was a chorus of the four turtles exclaiming at the same time.

“But why?” Donnie asked blushing wildly.

“Well, the terms and conditions settle with a true love kiss as many do, I’m sure you know, but don’t worry I am sure you can do that!” Big mama pinched his cheeks, and he batted her hands away “The reason for that is the cost of the wish, to keep the form and remain on land for more than a month would be too expensive, only the true love kiss may seal the magic then.”

Donnie grunted in acceptance, he knew how costly spells could be and this wasn’t a simple one, his request was huge.

“If she does kiss you before the end of the month you may remain human, permanently! But if she doesn’t, you’ll turn back into a merturtle.” Big Mama finished.

Raph looked like he was about to say something, to pull Donnie away and tell him he shouldn’t go through with it, Leo beat him to it.

“That’s it?” He asked doubtfully “He’ll just be back, no other consequences?”

“Oh Poseidon, no” Big Mama assured, “Just like that! The only thing I ask of you Donnie is that you reunite our worlds, after all, you wouldn’t want to leave your brothers behind surely, nothing would be more perfect than that.” She said, turning to Donnie.

He was excited, a moment ago all his dreams seemed to have shattered into a million pieces and now he had a chance to explore the human world and its wonders like he had wanted his whole life and he could meet you! Properly, like he had wanted, there was only one more thing he needed to ask, even if he just wanted to dive right in for the potion before his brothers decided to pull him away.

“What is the cost to transform in the first place?” He asked and the attention of his brothers went back to the exiled.

“Your voice” Big Mama answered easily.

Raph gasped “His voice?! How is he even supposed to make the princess fall in love with him in a month if he can’t even talk?”

Donnie winced, his brother did make a good point, of course, the situation couldn’t be so perfect.

“Oh don’t worry, there are so many other methods of communication my dear! I am sure you will figure one out, and if she truly is worth it, I’m sure she won’t mind! So, whenever you want turtley-boo! You only need half of the potion and I’ll make the contract.”

“Donnie” Leo spoke quietly close to his twin “I know you want this but I don’t trust Big Mama, there’s something they’re not telling us.”

Donnie rolled his eyes “Oh come on Leo, this is my chance! This is the only way I would ever get to see the human world!” Donnie’s voice made Leo deflate “If I tried anything else dad would chain me down to the castle’s floor, I’m ready.”

Without listening to Raph trying to stop him Donnie hurriedly gulped down the fuchsia liquid, it went down quickly to the dismay of his brothers, and he left half of it untouched.

Rays of golden color started enveloping him, coming out of Big Mama’s hands, her eyes now glowing white, and a piece of paper floated right in front of Donnie, he took the pen in front of him and quickly signed his name on the paper, he tried to read its contents while doing so but only got so far because once his name was fully signed in it disappeared, the golden light turned green and Donnie started feeling a scratch on his throat, he coughed loudly before feeling like the water left his body.

His brothers looked at him in panic and determined Leo took the bottle with potion out of his grasp, chugging a whole gulp of it in before reaching out towards Raph and forcing the drink on the eldest’s mouth who coughed wildly after that having been taken by surprise, Leo did the same with Mikey and pulled them both toward were Donnie’s transformation had just begun.

“Wait!” Draxum yelled but the three other turtles were engulfed in the light too.

Mikey watched in terror as Donnie yelled, his tail separating in an instant and suddenly there was a pair of feet where it used to be.

He himself started feeling weird, but on his upper body, before he could think about it though Mikey felt someone pulling him to Donnie and he realized then that his brother could not breathe under the water anymore.

Donnie’s lungs felt like they were on fire, he was clawing at his throat and realized his gills were gone, he tried to pull himself up, but thankfully he was dragged up out of the cave by some pairs of…fins?

They reached the surface and Donnie gasped, breathing heavily, the air was sweet salvation from all the pain he’d just endured, two bodies pushed their way under his arms, pulling his tired body toward the shore, belatedly, he realized the fish pulling him forwards were his own brothers, transformed into fish, or well, Mikey was a fish, an overly grown goldfish.

It made Donnie wonder if they were more related to Piebald than they’d originally thought.

Raph however, looked like a full-grown alligator snapping turtle, it must have been the effect of drinking just a bit of the potion without the contract Donnie had made with Big Mama.

Donnie was deep in his delirium, trying to make sense of what was happening to deviate his mind from the pain he had just experienced, so he looked for Leo, assuming surely that like his tail he’d become a sailfish after the spell.

They were about to reach the shore, but Donnie couldn’t stay conscious any longer, unable to find Leo to distract himself, he blacked out.

You were walking outside the castle, the building lifted from the sea but overlooking it by rocks and pillars, you rested your back against one of its walls while Mayhem played around close to the water, Mayhem had always seemed to love the sea as much as you did, sometimes it seemed like if you left him alone he would swim deep into the waters like they were home.

Your smile was soft but was soon eclipsed by your thoughts as they wandered back to a couple of days ago, your mind kept repeating the words of your savior over and over again, it made your heart flutter, what you remembered him saying about wanting to know your world and you, you wondered what he meant exactly.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming by a bark from Mayhem, sighing softly you pulled yourself away from the wall and started walking away from the castle.

“Do you think Casey is right?” You asked your companion with a small frown “Maybe a did drink too much seawater? I mean I swear I saw a tail disappear into the water” you chuckled humorlessly, worried that so many mermaid tales had just messed with you that day and you had just imagined an impossible romance.

Mayhem’s bark in response made you smile again “You’re right, I can’t just give out hope already, right? I know what I felt that day” your confidence returned, at least slightly, maybe you should go around town again. You weren’t able to see him properly that time but you were sure you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

Donnie felt the beginnings of a headache and groaned while recovering consciousness, he must have been laying on the beach because he could feel the sand beneath his…actually, his back felt weird over the sand.

His hand reached up to his head to get rid of the headache when he felt it, Donnie jumped up to sit up straight at the feeling of five fingers on his forehead instead of three; his eyes examined the foreign hand in front of him with fascination and his expression turned gleeful at the realization of what he was looking at, a five-fingered hand in golden brown that was his own.

His gaze went down quickly to where his purple tail would rest to find in its place a pair of legs the same color as his arm, he was human! He was truly human! He moved his feet in fascination, the fingers moving almost one by one while his hands were flapping rapidly; he was so excited he could scream!

No sound came out of his mouth, but he was too elated to care or notice at that moment.

Mikey gasped with sparkly eyes “Donnie! You’re human!” His little brother screamed like he hadn’t noticed already “Ohmigosh, you look so weird but so cool! But what will dad say?! Oh what if he finds out, wait of course he’s gonna find out, oh and I’m a fish now, he’s gonna be so pissed, maybe he’s worried already! What if he comes looking for us? What if he mobilizes everyone and—”

“Mikey!” Raph called out beside him “Calm down! We can’t panic now! No one panic!” He said, already panicked, his eyes barely leaving Donnie who still looked too excited to care about what was happening around him, he was trying to stand up on both legs, at first, he almost fell down, but he managed to hold himself up, even though his legs trembled under his body.

That was until he heard Raph’s next words.

“We need to go back and tell pops, I should have done that the moment you started swimming to Draxum” Raph’s words sent Donnie into a frenzy, he reached out to his now more of a turtle brother, shaking his head over and over to express his discontent “Don’t shake your head at me, young man! Look at what’s happening! Maybe we can get Big Mama and Draxum to turn you back and give you back your voice! We’d go home and back to normal, then you’d just be…”

Raphael’s rant stopped slowly while he stared into his brother’s eyes which were just the same despite his human appearance, Donnie looked pained and it sent guilt straight into the core of Raph’s being “Just be…miserable for the rest of your life” Raphael conceded looking down at the sand and sighing, yes, he was worried, but it wasn’t fair of him to take away his brother’s final chance at everything he had ever wanted. He sighed before looking back at Donnie “All right all right, we’ll find that princess and get you that kiss.”

Donnie grinned wildly, his legs unconsciously moving up and down under him, making him unstable for a moment before he steadied himself again, he only then noticed one of his brothers must have covered him up with an old boat sail while he was unconscious because it was tied around his figure, ignoring that, for now, he instead punched the air to show his excitement, his brothers chuckled at him looking much calmer now.

“All right! We’re getting Donnie his smooches and giving dad a vacation, let’s go!” They heard Leo’s voice call out and looked around but couldn’t see anything “Right here big guy, ugh it’s weird calling you that instead of Raph” The merturtle mumbled.

Instead of what Donnie thought he’d find his eyes stumbled into a tiny red-eared slider turtle looking at him from over a rock and the now man couldn’t stop himself from falling backward on the sand as he tried to recover his breath, laughing soundlessly but wildly at the appearance of his twin brother.

Raph’s and Mikey’s laughter was much louder, and Leo only rolled his eyes “Oh give it a rest, would you?! I do all of this so we can help Donnie out and all I get from you guys is mocking!”

“You turned us into turtles and a fish!” Raph exclaimed “We don’t even know how to get back to our bodies! And how is Mikey going to follow Donnie on land?”

“Well yeah, I didn’t know what exactly the effect would be on us” Leo mumbled almost in a whisper “But! We do know when we’re going to be back to normal! We didn’t make a contract and only took a small dose of the potion, in a month regardless of what happens the three of us will just be back to normal no worries! Right, Donnie?” Leo said confidently and Raph looked from him to Donnie with skepticism.

Donnie who’d just recovered his breath looked thoughtful, he considered what Draxum and Big Mama had said and it seemed about right, he nodded in reply and started looking around for his mask which was nowhere to be seen, while he marveled about it being gone and realized finally that there was hair where it usually rested on his head Raph sighed and Leo looked smug.

“All right fine, now, how do we find this princess?”

You were still walking close to the shore when Mayhem suddenly started jumping around you, barking and trying to pull you further away “Woah, what’s up Mayhem?” You asked the pet who kept making motions for you to follow, and you gave in with a chuckle, following Mayhem as they ran far away from you.

“All right Donnie, can you just tie that better? It’s gonna fall any moment now and I really don’t wanna see THAT” Leo groaned pointing at the cloth over Donnie’s body who was trying to hold it over his shoulder and waist.

A familiar bark took their attention, nearing them quickly.

Mayhem rushed over Donnie’s way and not knowing what to expect he hurried over to a rock, trying to hide from the creature behind it, Mayhem jumped close to Donnie who looked back in amazement before he heard your voice, repeating the scene back at the ship when he had seen you for the first time.

Donnie’s knees wobbled for a moment but he stabilized himself again quickly seeing you reunite with your pet before your eyes went up and clashed with his.

You seemed to pause in surprise and he wondered for a moment if you had recognized him somehow despite how different he looked now.

Mayhem went back to Donnie, jumping around and turning back to look at you like he was saying ‘Here! He’s right here!’, when you looked at this man you had the same feeling from before with your savior, you were confident Mayhem was right, this was him, it had to be, he looked shipwrecked, his hair drenched and he was covered in only a battered sail that had probably belonged to your own ship.

“Are you okay sir?” You asked as you neared him, Donnie’s eyes never leaving your face as he smiled and nodded rapidly at you, you smiled back before looking back at Mayhem and reaching out to hold them in your arms “I’m sorry if my, uh, dog, scared you, they’re harmless, just a bit hyperactive sometimes” You chuckled trying to avoid his gaze, it made you a bit nervous, you wanted to ask, you really wanted to ask if he was whom you thought, but if your eyes crossed with his again you were worried you’d stutter your question instead.

If you could only hear him speak it would confirm everything.

“Have I met you before?” You asked still petting Mayhem “You seem very familiar to me” That wasn’t true, you had never seen his face before but the feeling wouldn’t leave your body.

Donnie’s eyes seemed to sparkle when he heard you say that, he wanted to answer ‘Yes! That was me!’ but knew he couldn’t, if you just looked back up, he could nod in confirmation.

As if you had heard his thoughts you looked back up at him again allowing him the chance to nod in response, your smile seemed to widen impossibly and he could have swooned, feeling dizzy from your reaction “We HAVE met! I knew it!” You said letting go of Mayhem to get closer to him, forgetting how nervous you had just been a moment ago at the confirmation “You’re the man who saved me, I had been looking for you! What’s your name?”

Donnie faltered, realizing he couldn’t tell you his name.

Your smile dropped slowly “What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly and Donnie tapped his throat with his hand, trying to explain he couldn’t speak, you caught on “You can’t speak?” Donnie nodded and noticed you looked surprised then a bit disappointed “Oh, then you couldn’t be who I thought, I’m sorry for mixing you up” You smiled in apology and Donnie felt like smashing his face on the sand, no! He was! This was recent, his mutism happened just now! Oh, but how could he tell you so? How would you even believe that?

Donnie could hear the groans of his brothers coming from behind him and felt the need to groan too, instead, he leaned over the rock he had been standing behind and tried to make signs with his hands, there had to be a way for him to explain this!

You looked up at him curiously as he once again tapped his throat trying to communicate something, he waved his hands away from his throat in a leaving motion, trying to explain his voice had left, your head tilted to the side in confusion “Your breath?” he quickly made a dismissing motion, repeating the signal from before and then making a wave with his hand to simulate swimming “You need help?” you asked and his movements became wilder, in his frenzy he leaned over too much and almost fell, you gasped but managed to catch him quickly before he did.

Donnie was shocked at realizing he was now in your arms, his movements halting while you tried to lift him back to his feet “Woah careful!” You said worriedly but his cheeks felt really warm and if he could speak he would be completely unable to form a coherent sentence, for once he was relieved for his mutism if only for a moment, how were you so strong?! Despite lacking his tail he knew he couldn’t be too light.

“You really must have been through something” He tuned back into reality when you spoke, you looked worried about him but then smiled reassuringly “Don’t worry! I’ll help you” You said, with him standing up again you still laid one of his arms over your shoulders thinking he might need help walking since he seemed to have trembling legs.

Donnie was surprised but happy, you were taking him to the castle! He looked back over his shoulder towards his brothers with a grin, Mikey and Raph were making signs of approval and smiling back at him, but Leo was once again nowhere to be found.

Or so did Donnie think before realizing there was a weight on the sail covering him, he looked down to see Leo sitting on it, traveling along without doing anything and smiling lazily back at Donnie, Donnie rolled his eyes at his brother, secretly thankful that he was small enough to follow along.

He kept walking with you, his legs a bit wobbly but you helped him keep steady all the way to the castle.

*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 3

Story Prompt: Leonardo is the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences, new dangers lurk around every corner?

Big News

Chef Rupert hit the bell with his spatula, signaling you that orders were ready.

"Order up!"

You began to walk up to get the next orders, a man raised his coffee mug towards you.

"Another coffee here, chère."

You quickly turned and grabbed the coffee pitcher of your server plate.

"Coming right up, Virgil."

Just as you finished pouring Virgil's coffee, a woman raised her hand up and waved to you.

"Hey, Y/n!"

You briskly walked over to the woman and the group she was with in a booth table.

"Morning, Georgia."

The group variously greeted you as you put the coffee pitcher on the table.

"Hey, guys."

"We all going out dancing tonight. Care to join us?"

The rest of the group chimed in saying various positive things to try and persuade you to come join them.

"Oh, you all know I love to dance but I'm-"

You noticed hat a toddler was having a messy eating situation, so you pulled out a napkin from your dresses breast pocket.

"-You need a napkin, sweetheart?-"

After you gave the toddler the napkin, you speed walked over to a gentleman table over to give him his pancakes.

"-I'm going to work a double shift tonight.-Here are your hotcakes.-You know, so I can..."

Georgia from the group chimed in, interrupting you.

"So you can save for your restaurant. I know, I know. Girl, all you ever do is work."

Chef Swaggart hit the bell again, getting impatient.

"Order up!"

You turned your head in the direction of Swaggart and looked back to the group, and apologetic look displayed on your face.

"Maybe next time."

As you began walking away, the other girl among the group, who's name was Violet, spoke to the group.

"I told ya'll she wouldn't come."

You looked back to the group ever so slightly, feeling a little down.

"Are you talking about that blasted restaurant again?"

You walked over to the counter to grab the order Swaggart had made for a customer.

"Swaggart, your eggs are burning."

"Oh! You ain't never going to get enough for the down payment!"

Swaggart stared back at the eggs, making sure they wouldn't burn.

"I'm getting close."

"Yeah, how close?"

You, who had just about enough of Swaggart's persnickety-ness, changed the subject.

"Where are my flapjacks?"

Swaggart obnoxiously laughed, he then began piling orders onto you, to which you caught.

"You've got 'bout as much a chance of getting that restaurant as I do of winning the Kentucky Derby!"

Swaggart continued to boast, so you decided to walk away, tuning Swaggart out, and hand out the orders to there respective customers.

As you were handing the orders out, Mr. La Bouff walked in.

"Morning, Mr. La Bouff."

"Good morning, Y/n."

As you were handing out pancakes to a gentleman, you spoke with Mr. La Bouff.

"Congratulations on being voted King of the Mardi Gras parade."

Mr. La Bouff sat himself down at a table in front of a window.

"Caught me completely by surprise, for the fifth year in a row!"

Mr. La Bouff laughed at his own statement, while you smiled amusingly at him.

"Now, how about I celebrate with-"

You speed walked over and put a plate of beignets in front of him.

"Beignets? Got a fresh batch just waiting for you."

Mr. La Bouff picked a beignet off the plate, ready to eat it.

"Well, keep 'em coming till I pass out."

Just as Mr. La Bouff took a bite out of his beignet, Lottie came bursting in.

"Oh, Y/n/n!"

Lottie excitedly waltzed over to you, you chuckled at her never ending upbeat attitude.

"Hey, Lottie."

"Y/n/n, Y/n/n, Y/n/n, did you hear the news?"

Lottie then quickly sat down at the table her father was seated at.

"Tell her. Oh, tell her Big Daddy!"

Mr. La Bouff finished off a beignet and took out a newspaper.

"Oh, yeah, Prince Leonardo-"

Lottie quickly turned to you in pure excitement and wrapped her fur shawl around you like a hug.

"Prince Leonardo of Shangrao is coming to New Orleans!"

Lottie squealed and flutter kicked her legs up.

"Oh! Isn't he the bee's knees? Ooh!"

Lottie turned to around to speak directly to her father.

"Tell her what you you did, Big Daddy."

Lottie then began to shake Mr. La Bouff in pure anticipation.

"Tell her!"

After Mr. La Bouff recollected himself from Lottie shaking him, he tried to speak again.

"Well, I invited-"

Lottie, once again interrupted her father.

"Big Daddy invited the prince to a masquerade ball tonight! Oh!"

As Lottie talked, you put down a used coffee creamer pitcher and a coffee cup as Mr. la Bouff grabbed another beignet of his plate.

"Ooh, tell her what else you did, Big Daddy."

Everything was silent for a moment.

"Go on."

"And he's staying-"

"And he's staying-!"

Mr. La Bouff shoved a beignet in his daughter's mouth, in the hopes that he could finally talk, without being interrupted.

"And he's staying in our house as my personal guest."

Mr. La Bouff exhaled, relieved he at least got a sentence out. Lottie nodded along, her mouth still stuffed with a beignet.

"Oh, Lottie, that's swell."

You walked over to the La Bouff's with another plate of beignets.

"A little word of advice. My mama always said, "The quickest way a man's heart, is through his stomach."

You lightly patted your stomach to emphasize your words and walked away to continue serving other customers.

And in that moment, Lottie's eyes widened as she got an idea.

"Ah! That's it!"

Lottie swiped the beignet that was in her father's hand he was about to eat.

"What just happened?"

Lottie eagerly speed walked over to you.

"Oh, Y/n/n!"

Lottie hugged you from behind as you were putting away a tray.

"You're a bona fide genius!"

You amusingly hummed in response to Lottie.

"I'm gonna need about 500 of your man-catching beignets for my ball tonight. Excuse me, Daddy."

Lottie walked back over to her father, stuffed his mouth with a beignet and grabbed some cash out of his wallet.

"Will this about cover it?"

Lottie handed the money to you and you could barely pronounce a word at what just transpired.

"This...This should cover it just fine, Lottie. This is it! I'm getting my restaurant!"

Lottie whooped in celebration and she speed walked over to her father again. Rupert was in utter shock at what just went down.

"Ooh, tonight my prince is finally coming!"

And once again, just as Mr. La Bouff was about to eat another beignet, Lottie stopped him.

"And I sure as heck ain't letting him go!"

And with that the La Bouff's left the café. Draxum, who was sitting a table near a corner table peered over the menu he hide his face with.

He had a look of mischief on his face while his shadow's smile curled up, sinisterly.

*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 2

Story Prompt: Leonardo is the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences, new dangers lurk around every corner?

Italics + 🎶 means singing

Years Later

As the same door to the bedroom opened, in walked you, but as a grown 19 year old woman and you were exhausted from work.

You begrudgingly closed the door with your back and kicked off your shoes with a tired look on your face. You then took off your apron and walked over to your dresser.

As you opened the top drawer, canisters of coins and some dollars could be found inside it.

"Well, that was a rough night, but every little bit helps."

You emptied the money out of one of your aprons pocket and closed the drawer. You reached into the other pocket of your apron to find the same picture your dad gave you.

A smile was plastered on your face as you placed the picture on your mirror. Right next to the mirror was a framed photo of your father when he went to war, and a medal hanging on a corner of the frame of the photo.

"Don't worry, Dad."

You placed a kiss to your pointer and middle finger and pressed it against the framed photo.

"We'll be there soon."

Tired and fatigued, you trekked over to your bed. Not even bothering to take off the rest of your apparel, you body slammed onto your bed, almost immediately dozing off into slumber.

However, the sweet release of sleep never came, as the alarm clock rang not even a minute later.

You pressed your toes onto the alarm clock to shut it off. You reluctantly got up and opened your wardrobe closet. You hastily took off your night waitress job's little bonnet.

"Good night, Cal's."

You grabbed your other waitress uniform from the small wardrobe closet.

"Good morning, Duke's."

Time quickly passed as you left the house and caught up to the trolley as it headed into town.

~🎶In the south land, there's a city🎶

🎶Way down on the river🎶~

You were reading a magazine on cooking, not noticing a man looking at you.

~🎶Where the women are very pretty🎶~

Just as the man was about to you a flower, you got off at your stop. And much to the man's disappointment, another guy on the trolley wasn't to fond of the flower, seeing as how it looked like it was being gestured to him.

~🎶And all the men deliver🎶~

Just as you stepped off the trolley, a brass band accidentally cut you off from getting to your job.

~🎶They got music, it's always playing🎶

🎶Start in the daytime, go all through the night🎶~

Just as the brass band seemed to end, a man with a trombone caught you off guard.

~🎶When you hear that music playing🎶~

Another member of the band began to dance with you, but you excused yourself from him to get to your job.

~🎶Grab somebody, come on down🎶~

You flawlessly handed out each order to the people at the front counter.

~🎶Bring your paintbrush, we painting the town🎶~

You began adding honey drizzle to some freshly baked beignets.

~🎶There's some sweetness going 'round🎶~

Just as you finished adding the powdered sugar onto the beignets, you handed them to a serious looking military soldier.

~🎶Catch it down in New Orleans🎶~

As soon as the man took a bit out of a beignet, he smiled and saluted to you.

You smiled and saluted back, but not before you were tapped on the shoulder by the cook, Chef Rupert.

He tossed the ordered food and drinks to you and thankfully you were able to catch them all.

~🎶We got magic, good and bad🎶~

A man by the name of Baron Draxum, more commonly referred to as the Shadow man, was performing a Tarot card reading for a man.

~🎶Make you happy or make you real sad🎶~

The man turned out to hide his bald head under a hat, to which Baron Draxum gave him something that would give the man hair.

~🎶Get everything you want🎶~

The man soon afterwards tried to flirt with a women with his new look.

~🎶Lose what you had🎶~

The women screamed in fright and smacked the man with her purse, to which he could see his reflection in a window and he turned out to hair all over himself!

~🎶Down here in New Orleans🎶~

Baron Draxum chuckled at the man's reaction and flicked the coin he received as payment into his inner coat pocket.

~🎶Hey, partner! Don't be shy🎶~

The honking of a car horn caught Draxum's attention, and it turned out to be Mr. La Bouff.

~🎶Come on down, yeah and give us a try🎶~

A kid was giving out newspapers and Mr. La Bouff paid him with a big stack of cash and he drove off as the kid thanked him.

~🎶If you wanna do some livin' before you die🎶~

Draxum's shadow opened his jacket, took out the coin, and gave it back to his physical self, both feeling angry.

~🎶Do it down in New Orleans🎶~

As Mr. La Bouff was reading the newspaper, it read; Prince Leonardo comes to Crescent City - The second eldest, and eldest twin prince of Shangrao arrived this morning in Crescent City, as it is his final stop on his whirlwind tour of the US. Rumor has it that the eligible prince is looking for a bride.

The scene changed to Prince Leonardo making his debut at the docks. As quick as a flash, he ripped his formal attire off to reveal casual ones underneath.

The prince quickly grabbed his ukulele from his royal valet, Warren. He then slid down the railings to some ladies at the bottom. As the brass band was walking by the pier, Leo decided to join them, with the women following along.

As Warren was trying to get down the stairs with all the prince's luggage in his hands, he slipped on the prince's crown. He came tumbling down, as the crown landed right side up on his bum.

~🎶Stately homes and mansions🎶~

The La Bouff mansion came into view as Mr. La Bouff's car pull up to gate and Lottie got into the car.

~🎶Of the sugar barons and cotton kings🎶~

Mr. La Bouff gives his daughter the newspaper and she squeals reading that a prince was visiting Crescent City.

~🎶Rich people, poor people all got dreams🎶~

You were currently outside, giving a man his coffee and cleaning up another outside table. Leo happened to be passing by and tried to flirt with you, but you just rolled your eyes with an amused smile on your face.

~🎶Dreams do come true in New Orleans🎶~

Little image for the second part to the Princess and a Frog Au I'm doing🙂

I made it

*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 1

Story Prompt: Leonardo is the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a young woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences and new meetings, new dangers lurk around every corner?

An; I'm bored, and I've had this idea for a story for awhile, so here it is

Italics + 🎶 means singing

Italics means whispering

N/n means your nickname

P.S - Rogers is your family's last name, it also isn't a random last name I went with, it's legitimately Tiana's family name

At the start

~🎶The Evening Star is shining bright🎶

🎶So make a wish and hold on tight🎶

🎶There's magic in the air tonight🎶

🎶And anything can happen🎶~

"Just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded: Oh, please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell, that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!"

The woman reading the fairytale was Marie, your mother, and she was working on something for your best friend, Lottie.

Lottie leaned in close to you, still staring with starry eyes at Mrs. Rogers' reading.

"Here comes my favorite part."

You looked at your best friend with a contempt smile as the little white kitten Lottie was holding let out a small meow.

Marie turned the page on the book to continue reading the tale and finish a bow for the dress Lottie was wearing.

"And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea, that she stooped down,-"

Marie turned her head ever so slightly to look at the girls with a playful smile on her face.

"-picked up the slippery creature,-"

The girls, who were getting really roped into the story, leaned in closer on the edge of their seats, so to speak.

"-leaned forward, raised him to her lips,-"

Lottie nodded her head excitedly while you shook your head to the sides.

"-and kissed that little frog!"

Lottie exclaimed from sheer joy and adoration, while you scrunched your nose and shook your head more, disgusted by the picture your mind created at those very words.

The kitten, who had been squished in the arms Lottie, escaped her.

"Then the frog was transformed into a handsome prince! They were married and lived happily ever after. The end."

Lottie leaned backwards and put her arms in the air from pure delight of the story.

"Yay! Oh!"

Lottie accidentally fell completely backwards but her dress provided a nice soft landing. You giggled at your best friends silly antics.

"Read it again, Big Mama! Read it again!"

Your mother, whose nickname was Big Mama, leaned down and helped Lottie up off the floor.

"Sorry Charlotte, it's time for us to be heading home. Say good night, Y/n."

As your mother was getting her bag, you scrunched your nose once more and decided to comment on the story your mother told.

"You couldn't give me everything in the world by kissing a frog, never! Yuck!"

Lottie held her hands behind her dress, with a mischievous look displayed on her face.

"Is that so?"

Lottie quickly looked down to see her kitten and swiftly put a little frog costume on him.

"Well, here's your Prince Charming, N/n!"

Lottie briskly walked over and playfully smooshed the kittens face against your cheek.

"Come on, kiss him."

You smiled at Lottie's silly ploy to get you to kiss the dressed up kitten and moved the him face away from your cheek.

"No."

Lottie continued to try and get you to kiss him and further press the kitten to your cheek.

"Kiss him!"

You playfully continued to try and keep the kitten away from you.

"C'mon, stop it, Lottie!"

Lottie edged forward with trying to match-make you with "Prince Charming" with each little push of the kitten towards you.

"Kiss him!, kiss him, kiss him!"

You decided to end the little ploy Lottie came up with and move the kitten as far away from your face as possible.

"I won't, I won't, I won't!"

And with one final playful shove, Lottie was sent onto the ground with her poofy dress as a cushion.

Lottie had quickly recovered and immediately responded to your rejecting of kissing a frog.

"I would do it! I would kiss a frog!"

The kitten, still in Lottie's grasp, kept trying to escape her clutches.

"I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess!"

Lottie kissed the side of her kittens face, resulting in the kitten launching itself up to the ceiling, his claws keeping him there.

You both laughed at the reaction of the kitten and rolled on the floor with laughter.

Your mother shook her head at you two little rascals.

"You girls, stop tormenting that poor little kitty."

While the two of you continued to laugh, Marie got the kitten down from the ceiling.

"Poor little thing."

The kitten clung onto the carpet like it's life depended on it and scampered away. Marie shook her head at the poor little traumatized kitten.

A man walked into the room, wearing a white suit and salmon colored tie.

"Evening, Marie."

Lottie, upon hearing her father's voice, ran up to her father, in excitement for her new dress.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at my new dress! Isn't it pretty?"

Mr. La Bouff laughed and leaned down with his arms open wide and picked up his daughter.

"Look at you! Why, I'd expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in New Orleans."

Marie gave Mr. La Bouff an appreciative smile. Lottie on the other hand, was looking at the picture of the maiden from the storybook Mrs. Rogers had read to you and her.

"Ooh! I want that dress!"

Mr. La Bouff turned his head to Lottie and turned his body away from the book, trying to see reason with his daughter.

"Ah, now Sugarplum-!"

Lottie began pulling on the ends of her father's mustache, desperately wanting to look like the maiden in the fairytale.

"I want that one! Please, please, please, please!"

Mr. La Bouff gave into his daughter plea and turned to Mrs. Rogers, hoping to end the pain his upper lip was feeling.

"Marie, you suppose you could whip up something like that?"

Mrs. Rogers chuckled and gestured to the many dress she's made for Lottie.

"Anything for my best customer."

Lottie cheered, now that her dress collection would soon grow, again.

"Come along, Y/N. Your daddy should be home from work by now."

You, who had been ready for awhile, took your mother's hand and walked out of Lottie's room and down the hallway. Talking from Lottie's room could still be heard.

"All right now, princess, you're getting that dress, but that's it. No more Mr. Pushover....Now who wants a puppy?"

"I do! I do! He's so cute!"

As you and Marie walked out of the La Bouff mansion and towards the end of the sidewalk, a trolley pulled up and stopped.

Once you and your mother were seated, the trolley started up again. You got on your knees on the seat and peered out the window. The mansions and big elite houses soon faded away to much smaller houses.

The trolley stopped, and as you and your mother got off, you both waved a thank you to the trolley driver, who kindly waved back.

You and your parents didn't have much money for a house like Lottie's but it was enough for you and your family.

A half an hour passed by and you were making gumbo with your father, Arthur, while your mother was sitting at her sewing machine. working on Lottie's next dress.

"Mmm. Gumbo smells good, Y/n."

Your father was watching you stir the pot of gumbo as he commented on it.

"I think it's done, Daddy."

You scooped up some gumbo from the pot, determined it was done and ready for tasting.

"Yeah? Are you sure?"

Marie looked at her daughter and husband, smiling in amusement.

"Yes."

Marie continued to work, her smile still expressed on her face at her husband's silly but amusing antics.

"O-kay, I'm 'bout to put this spoon in my..."

You began thinking, and took the spoon from your father, as he chuckled in response.

"Wait!"

You added a bit of Tabasco sauce to the gumbo, stirred it up to spread the flavor, tasted it and was satisfied with your addition.

"Now it's done."

Your father leaned down as you fed him a spoonful of the gumbo.

"Hmm."

You looked at your father, a worried expression displayed upon your face at his response.

"What?"

"Well, sweetheart, this is the..."

You looked away, getting sad thinking you didn't make the gumbo right. But your father, being the silly goose he was, scooped you up in his arms.

"...best gumbo I've ever tasted!"

You giggled at your father as he laughed with you in his arms.

"Come here. Marie, our little girls got a gift!"

Your mother got up from her sewing machine and walked over to the two of you.

"Mmm-hmm. I could've told you that."

"A gift this special's just gotta be shared."

As Arthur let you out of his arms, you ran to the front door and opened it.

"Hey everybody, I made gumbo!"

The various neighbors all exclaimed in rejoice of the smell of the gumbo.

Soon enough, everyone in the little neighborhood was sat on the front porch of your house and eating the gumbo with smiles plastered on their faces.

Afterwards, it was time for bed. Arthur and Marie were sitting down with you on your bed.

"You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces-"

Your father reached over and grabbed a piece of paper with a picture of the inside of a restaurant and people in it.

"-and when I open up my own restaurant, I tell you, people are going to be lining up for miles around just to get a taste of my food."

As you listened to your father, you corrected him on last bit of what he said.

"Our food."

Arthur chuckled at your input.

"That's right, baby."

Your father grabbed a crayon and wrote "Y/n's place" on a corner and showed it to you.

"Our food."

You reached out and hugged the picture as a smile on your face, and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Evening Star out of your window.

"Daddy, look."

You pointed to the Evening Star in the sky and began crawling on top of your bed to get to the window sill.

"Where're you going?"

"Charlotte's fairytale book said: If you make a wish on the Evening Star, it's sure to come true."

Arthur and Marie joined you by the window sill. Marie hummed in response.

"Well, you wish on that star, sweetheart."

"Yes. You wish and you dream with all your little heart. But remember, Y/n, that old star can only take you part of the way. You got to help it along with some hard of your own. And then..."

Your father cupped the side of your head with his hand.

"...yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to."

Marie walked over to rest her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"Just promise your daddy one thing. That you'll never, ever lose sight of what's really important. Okay?"

You nodded your head with a determined smile upon your face. Your parents kissed you good night and tucked you in.

And just as they left the room and closed the door, you sprang up, grabbed the picture off your nightstand and crawled back over to the window sill.

You pulled back the slightly transparent curtains and stared out at the Evening Star high above you.

You looked down at the picture, hugged it tightly to your chest and tightly closed your eyes.

"Please, please, please."

Just then, you felt like someone was staring at you. You looked to your right to see a frog was on your window sill.

You and the frog just stared at one another for a moment, until the frog croaked!

You screeched in fright and hastily ran out your room, closing the door behind you.

Sleepover: Donnie X Reader Animatic

Here’s my first animatic, based from @hagelpaimon “Tiktok that radiate Turts and their s/o’s energy” ahahaha, Request ARE OPEN YALL!!! Want me to draw your headcanons/one shots? Just ask

♡ Kindly Reblog & follow to see more fanart of them! Please don’t repost / edit / use in a video my art!

ROTTMNT: Donnie X Reader (Part2)

Fanart based from THIS made by the AMAZING @bootyyy-shaker9000, Thank you for the dialogue prompts <3

“I fell in love with Donnie’s fear of being not enough or being useless to his family, how he constantly looks for validation, and how he hides it by acting like he don’t care. Imagine being too scared to love someone because you know you cant give them everything they deserve...”

ROTTMNT: Donnie X Reader

If you told me a week ago I’ll fall madly inlove with Donnie, I WOULDN’T BELIEVE YOU!!! This is the first time I draw my main OC/ Mascot / persona with any character AHAHAHA, Just imagine it’s Y/N or your character xD This fanart is based from THIS prompt made by @the-raving-romantic

@fungalittlefreak Thank you for including me in this little game!

Rules: you will be given a five letter word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

My word was DANCE

Damn his dramatics; she needed a better sense of humor than this.

All accept one, who was only brought to their knees, though the chains still singed through the fabric of their disguise. Still seared when they reached skin.

Not you, not ever, you were too perfect.. but he was curious of your likes now. How could he hack into your email-

Creme brulee. Right. Another sigh, another spoonful and a taste. Your fridge had looked pretty barren. You needed this.

Enter another nearly identical man to the few you saw earlier, also trying his horrible luck with a job interview.

This was hard, honestly, but I did it! I Don't know if I have many writer friends that haven't already been mentioned, but uh @oleander-nin @beanieable @ I really need more writer mutuals hmu guys please LMAO-

Your word is FIGHT ; teehee makin' it hard

Still working on this! Just had a bout where I had to follow my creative whims so I wouldn't end up with burn out, but I'm here now! With a few finished backgrounds! If you want to remain spoiler free, don't look down there.

Gotta continue work on Leo routes, and my first patch release estimate may have been naive, considering what was six months has dropped down to three in what feels like the snap of a finger. Still, thank you for the questions I have received and the good luck wishes!

Also for those of you who do check out the back ground art, feel free to guess what they're for or where they may be ~

Can I have the Rise boys with a reader that yaps constantly and dosent do a lot of touching other than small acts of hand holding, poking, and just being physically close-? Like can and will talk about anything under the sun, like cats, space, their toaster they named Bermuta whilst being next to Donnie while he’s working, or holding Leo’s hand whilst Helen he’s reading a comic, poking Raphs arms or cheek when he’s doing something, and their head on Mikey’s shoulder while he cooks/draws.

But on the rare occasion they’re silent, like dead silent, not even a hello or good evening just nothing. And they’ll sit down on the ground next to said turtle and lean their head on the turtles legs slash thighs and wrap their arms around them, looking really zoned out or just not there because they had been yelled at or got into an argument with someone else or their parents for being so animated and talking so much.

Also I really love your writing!! Small reminder to rest up and take care of your needs, have some roses for the road :333💐

I'm gonna take this as a headcanon request, and tysm for the request(s) and reminder! You're greatly appreciated. Yapper hcs here we go!

°•.•°

Raph

He doesn't mind one bit, your constant commentary reminding him of when he and his brothers were turtle tots

He finds it really cute, and is sure to listen just enough to keep up with what you're saying

Eventually he starts to prefer listening to you yap about your day over his music when he's working out

When you start poking him it makes him laugh, opting to lift you instead of the weights, which gets you squealing

The fact it brings him so much joy makes it all the more heart wrenching when you end up sitting on the floor in his room, quiet with distant eyes

When you grab his leg, his eyebrows knit together, confused even as he finds it a little endearing

He'd press for an explanation on what had you so quiet, voice quiet and gentle, and your answer would make him sad

If it was your parents, he'd offer a sleepover, preferring you stay at the lair then at home when things were turbulent

Leo

You and Leo could go on and on and on if other things didn't get in the way, he was just as talkative

That also meant he was especially attentive laughing and nodding and giving input

Even when he was reading or trying a new trick on his skateboard, he'd still have something to add when there was a pause for him to

He also rather enjoyed the little bits of affection youd offer, sitting right next to him when he'd read or on movie nights

The first time you're silent his beak wrinkles, as the quiet is the most unwelcome thing in the world

He's much more aggressive in asking what's wrong, refusing to drop it until you told him what happened

Once you would, he'd go off immediately, saying the person who told you to shut your trap was a loser and boring and all sorts of other things

Then, after getting through his own rant, he'd raise an eyebrow considering you're still attached to his leg, mischievous mind working before he'd start walking with you hanging on, trying to make you laugh

Donnie

He likely struggles with it the most, but the fact you speak so much means he doesn't have to worry about small talk

Even so, he mentally catalogues every topic of conversation, able to keep up with anything and everything you spew

He feels a little bit of accomplishment everytime he can add input based on things you've mentioned before

As for your less typical signs of affection, they matched him perfectly; he greatly appreciated being able to focus on his projects while you're nearby

But then one day you're not saying anything after a surprising amount of time

When he swivels in his chair, you're on the floor, and immediately he's set into a panic, asking what happened

He'd be pretty similar to Leo, insisting you tell him, and then scoffing and bad mouthing the plebeians who dared to raise their voice at you

As for your clinging to his leg, it's a little odd, but he never comments on it, just standing in place until you're done, maybe ruffling your hair

Mikey

Mikey loves talking to you, listening to anything and everything that comes from your mind

It makes him laugh, why wouldn't he enjoy it, especially when you hold his hands or sit in the kitchen while he cooks

Even when he's feeling creative, you still choose to sit with your side against his, more intent on whatevers caught your attention that day then what he's working on

When you started poking him, though, he'd do it right back, which would end in a tickle fight that he'd never lose

When you're quiet, it's a different story, and he's sensitive to your feelings

You hug his leg, eyes unfocused, making him frown and meet you on the floor, sitting with his knee up so you can keep hugging him

He wouldn't push on what's wrong, instead asking if you wanted to talk about it, and if you did he'd listen and offer his sympathies

If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd sigh but nod, and rub a hand over your back, talking himself to fill the quiet when you had nothing to say

hiiiii, will you make it for Mac?

I'll use this ask to answer a couple more, which were these

So! I am using ren'py, which means it should already be making a mac build for me! as for making it available anywhere besides the computer, I have no idea, probably not, but it will be free. That being said, if you could spare a little money once I start sharing builds, it'd be greatly appreciated and motivate me to do more with it like future for funsies expansions and extras!!

Thank you lot for the asks!!

Bite Me

Hey, first drabble I've finished! I have many more in the works, don't worry! :]

Rise!Donnie x Reader

Words: 3,760

Warnings: Biting, Slightly suggestive content, Mentions of blood Please let me know if I need to add more content warnings! I am still learning!

Donnie’s eyes trace over the curve of your shoulders, catching onto the slight muscle shifts as you reach up to put away the dishes. He can feel the need rising and tries to shove it down. He knows that it’s only a matter of time until he gives in to it. 

Donnie has never had a feeling like this before, being the least likely of the brothers to give in to his more yokai urges. Sure, hissing and growling came to him instinctually and was natural for him to do, but biting? He felt like that was something that he could not allow himself to give into. This was just another blaring reminder that although he walked and talked like one, he was not human. 

He almost considered locking himself up just in case these instincts delved into something deeper, he was quite familiar with the concept of other mutants becoming slave to their more animalistic side. But just before he definitively decided one way or the other, you had persuaded him to go out to a local cafe with him. He came out warily, expecting to want to bite every human he came across, but interestingly enough the instinct had dissipated entirely. He had celebrated internally, maybe just a bit of fresh air was what he needed to push the urges aside, he had been spending too much time in the sewers lately. Maybe it was just the sewer fumes finally getting to his head. 

Yet as soon as he caught a glimpse of you through the window, he could feel the urge to bite come back full force. His eyes slide over to another human, testing out the limits of what he was feeling. As soon as you’re out of his eyesight, the lessens but sure enough when he turns back to look at you, there it is again. 

Although he prefers to use his mouth as a metaphorical weapon, there were times that he had been desperate enough to use it in the literal sense. He had bitten and chewed his way out of many situations before, often getting out of them by quite literally the skin of his teeth. He had bitten to hurt; to wound, but the way he wanted to bite you was something else entirely. 

He had never wanted to bite someone so gently before.  

Donnie hadn’t told you about this urge of his, feeling too embarrassed to even bring it up. He didn’t even want you to know about it, hoping the feeling would pass without ever having to get you involved in it. This whole thing was so stupid, he was better than this. He had seen your shoulders before, it wasn’t like it was anything new, he had known you for years before ever getting into a relationship with you. But now every time he caught a glimpse of your shoulder, he oogled you like a middle school Victorian boy. This was surely just another instinct messing with his head and Donnie being Donnie could surely fight it off on his own. But after two weeks, it persisted. 

He was constantly chewing on the inside of his cheek nowadays, an old stim that had come back in full force these past few weeks. The mindless chewing satisfied him to a point but apparently, it wasn’t enough. 

You were both chilling on the couch watching some mindless video essay on the projector. The urge to bite was lessened when he held you like this but it still lingered in the back of his mind, and he was unconsciously chewing on the inside of his cheek to try to stave it off. You were cuddled perfectly into him and he was content to lay with you for hours. Glancing down to admire you in his arms, he goes still. Your jacket had slipped oh so very slightly down, revealing the entirety of your shoulder to him. 

In his realization of what he was looking at, the urge grew tenfold, and in his momentary loss of control, his teeth sliced clean through the inside of his cheek. He only realizes that he has bitten hard enough to draw blood when the metallic tang seeps into his mouth.

Immediately catching onto the way he had frozen underneath you, you turn to him slightly in curiosity. Not expecting his wide eyes to be staring back at you. 

“Are you… okay?” your eyes flick back and forth between his. 

Donnie just stares at you for a moment before shaking his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. He nods sharply once and moves to get up, softly shifting you off of him. 

You’re left to sit there in confusion, watching as he briskly walks to the bathroom. 

He shuts the door quietly behind him before quickly making his way over to the sink. Spitting into it, he watches the blood slowly trail down the side and into the drain. He drags a hand down his face and comes to the reality that biting his cheek wouldn’t work forever. 

This was not good. 

So Donnie tried to compensate in other ways. 

He tried buying chew toys, something that he knew had helped Raph before, keeping them hidden around the lair when he felt the urge to bite you. Donnie felt a little foolish ducking away from you and going to bite a chew toy instead, but… it was better than hurting you. 

You had caught onto his slipping away from you and he could see how it concerned you. Amazing, perfect you, had immediately thought that it was something that you had done. He was quick to shut down those thoughts, although he wasn’t entirely truthful as to why it wasn’t you. Unfortunately, his lack of an explanation still made you suspicious of him. He had the conversation with you almost two weeks ago now and you were still zeroed into every slight change in his demeanor. He was now more wary to sneak off in your presence. 

Which led him to this moment; chewing his cheek raw as he fiddled with scrubbing a particularly dirty plate. There was no way he could escape without immediately alerting you; doing the daily chore of washing dishes had become a way for you both to decompress after a long day and it had become a habit you both had come to enjoy. While he washed the dishes, you would dry them and put them together. Leaving now would surely make you think that something was wrong and that would start a conversation about Donnie’s behavior… and yeah, he didn’t want to get into all of that. 

Between keeping up a conversation with you and washing dishes, he can feel his control slipping away from him and chewing his cheek was, again, not helping. He stares into the soapy water, battling with himself before allowing himself a glance towards you. 

Across from him in the kitchen, you’re putting away a stack of glasses in the particularly high cabinet, one that you could only reach if you stood on your tippy toes. You take a glass from the stack and then place it up onto the shelf one by one. In the midst of your movement, there your jacket goes again, loosely hanging off of your shoulders. 

He bites down on his cheek a little harder, the pain from when he cut himself before breaking himself out of his reverie. Donnie sucks in a breath and forces his eyes away from you.

He’s only able to focus on the dishes again for mere moments before his eyes drag themselves back over to you. Before he realizes what he’s doing, his hands slip out of the gloves and he’s already halfway across the kitchen and out reaching toward you. 

Hands sliding across your waist, he pulls you slightly against him before leaning down into your space, his head hovering mere inches over your shoulder. 

Pausing to put away the dishes, you crook your head slightly to him. 

You say something to him in question, but his mind doesn’t register it, he’s too focused on your shoulder. 

Everything else fades to the background as he’s stuck in a stalemate between his mutant and logical mind. His mouth opens, blowing hot breath across your neck causing a shiver to travel up your back.

God, he can’t take this anymore. 

You’re saying something again, trying to catch his attention but he doesn’t hear it. You squirm slightly in his arms but Donnie only tightens them more. 

His eyes bore into your shoulder memorizing every slight muscle shift you make as he brings his mouth down closer. He opens his mouth wider, almost about to bite down-

“Donnie!” You say firmly, pushing against his embrace. 

You shrug him off easily, successfully breaking whatever hold his instincts had on him and turn to him exasperated. 

“What has gotten into you?”

Donnie stands there, at a loss for words. 

Which rarely happens to him, he often seems to have way too many.

He fumbles with his words, “I uh-.”

You stand there expectantly waiting for him to talk. 

Donnie’s mouth opens and closes like a fish before just stopping entirely. 

“We can’t just keep dancing around each other like this.” You huff out, “There is obviously something wrong with you and I think it’s reasonable enough to want to know why.” 

You cross your arms one over the other as you look at him, muscles shifting slightly beneath your skin.

Unfortunately, this means Donnie is distracted once more by you. 

Focus, Donnie.

They’re expecting an answer. 

Donnie’s mouth opens once again to respond. “I-”

“And don’t try to explain it away this time. You might be smarter than me, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” 

“I never said that.” He bristles at the implication. “You sure imply it when you won’t trust me with what you’re going through.” You bite out. 

His eyes drop down to your shoulder once more, before flicking back up to meet your gaze.

“I want to bite you.” He blurts out. 

You take an ever so slight step backwards from him and he feels his heart drop into his stomach. 

“You want to what?” 

It’s not entirely an accusatory statement and he’s sure that you’re only asking for clarification but he can only feel the dread of what he’s about to explain to you creeping up on him.  

“I want to… bite you,” he repeats.

It all suddenly seems so real when Donnie says it out loud and it leaves an uncomfortable feeling on his tongue. He wants desperately to be rid of it. 

“That’s why I’ve been acting all weird.” His face scrunches up in frustration with himself and he taps his palm against his forehead. 

“My mutant instincts are messing with my mind. You know when people get cuteness aggression; when they like something so much their brain doesn’t know what to do with itself and instead counteracts it with something negative. Well,” He swallows. “I think that’s what’s happening to me… with you.”

You both stand there for an agonizing couple of beats before the sentence fully registers in your mind. 

“Oh. Oh...” You huff out a laugh in relief. “That’s what all of this has been about? I was beginning to think that you didn’t like me anymore.”

“What? No! This is the turtle side of me saying I want to be near you… though not in the most productive way, I might add.” He murmurs the last part out. 

“Donnie, why wouldn’t I understand this part of you?” Stepping forward, you take his hands into yours, softly laughing. “I mean you already purr and hiss like a cat.”

Donnie takes a little offense at the comment, but it's hard to hide the smile creeping up from the corner of his lips. He’s just glad that you’re still joking with him. 

“It’s called ‘churring’, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, uh huh. You overgrown cat.” You smile playfully at him before turning a bit more serious. “When I got into this relationship, I wasn’t expecting you to be human, I don’t need you to be human. I need you to be Donnie.” 

He squeezes your hand and nods.

 “I know, I know.” He murmurs, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.  “But I am sorry for keeping it hidden from you, I’m just afraid of-”

“Hurting me?” You finish his sentence. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me on purpose.”

“I’ve tried to distract myself from it with other things but I have yet to try… giving in. It might go away if I can.” Donnie clears his throat before looking to the side, feeling a blush start to bloom on his cheeks. “If that is something you would be interested in.”

“I might” You smile playfully. “...How do you feel right now?”

Donnie thinks for a moment, the urge is still there but it’s lessened considerably.

“I think-” He swallows. “I think I’m okay for now.”

“Next time this urge happens, please let me know. I’m fine with it, but I just need a warning, you know?”

His instincts had given him a much-needed break for the rest of the day and he was able to act normal (well Donnie’s usual normal anyway) for the rest of the day. After finishing up the chores in the kitchen you both had gone through the motions of the day before finally settling into bed. Donnie’s body was curled around you as the big spoon and you both watched whatever videos that happened across your phone. Both of you had fallen into a sort of trance as you both watched the screen and Donnie could feel sleep beginning to tug at his eyelids. 

But of course, there was that feeling again. 

Donnie's head falls against your back in defeat as he can feel the urge to bite you rising again. He really didn’t want to ruin this moment with you, but you had said that you wanted him to be more honest with you… and that was something he could honor. 

Donnie props himself up onto one of his forearms and leans slightly over you so that he can see your face a bit more clearly. He murmurs your name softly and you murmur back in response. 

“Can I…?” He leaves the rest of the question in the air. 

You turn your head a bit more to look at him and set down your phone, the sleep in your gaze slowly wearing off as you recognize what he’s asking you. 

“O-oh. Yes, of course.” You adjust a little bit in his hold before asking hesitantly, “Do I need to do something?”

He slowly shakes his head. 

“No, I don’t think so. Just tell me as soon as I go too far.” He murmurs out, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay.” You murmur back.

He wraps his arms around you once more, holding you loosely against him just in case you want to pull away before reaching up to slowly drag the fabric of your shirt away from your shoulder. Donnie breath blows across your shoulder again as he hesitates once more. 

“I’m serious. Tell me to stop and I will.”

You nod softly.

His tongue sweeps across his teeth as he makes a final nervous swallow before opening his mouth once more, going as slow as possible from him too, giving you ample time to tell him to stop. He needs to be careful with you, any fast movements from either of you and he could break skin. Although he wanted to bite, he didn’t want to cause you pain. Donnie’s mouth hovers for a few moments before finally settling it onto your shoulders. 

You involuntarily flinch when he bites down on you and Donnie immediately stops, pausing to see your reaction.  

“You’re okay, Donnie.” You breathe out, “Just… surprised me is all.”

He hesitantly continues, slowly but steadily increasing the pressure of the bite just up until the point where he is too afraid that he’ll break the skin. He holds the pressure there; just languishing in the moment. The instincts seem to have settled in his chest, satisfied and he pulls away. 

When he sees the bite mark, he can’t stop the involuntary churring reverberating from his chest, and dear god, was his tail wagging too? He didn’t churr often and when he did, it was-

Embarrassing…

You turn to him slightly with a smile creeping out of the side of your mouth. “Happy?”

He huffs through his nostrils and nudges his head against yours, feeling too embarrassed to admit that simply biting you could make him get like this. 

His snout nudges in between your neck and shoulder, planting a soft kiss there. 

You pat the arm that he has wrapped around you. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

He peppers another kiss along your collarbone before maneuvering so that he hovers over you, now able to reach more of your neck. Donnie feels your heartbeat get faster through the kisses he leaves along your shoulder. 

One bite mark would deter off another Yokai, but it's less likely for them to see it if he only left one, it would be better if he left more. 

And you did say that it was okay for him to bite. 

He leaves one kiss along your neck, nipping slightly before pulling away, checking for discomfort. 

"Oh c’mon, Don.” You laugh slightly, allowing him to continue. “I'm not made of paper.” 

His churr deepens as he leaves bites along your collarbone and your shoulders. Your heartbeat picks up and your hearts beat in unison, tangling yourself into one. Donnie’s instincts demanded more and more of you only stopping when you let out a gasp. 

He pulls back, checking over your face for signs of pain. 

Your face is scrunched up slightly into a grimace. 

“Donnie, I’m okay.” You reassure him. 

He opens his mouth to respond and he notices the tang of blood in his mouth. 

Not his blood, yours.

His eyes flash down to your shoulder again, seeing red just beginning to bloom on your shoulder. The churring in his chest peters out as he feels his stomach drop. 

There it was, blaring proof that he went too far. 

“I knew this was a bad idea.” He murmurs to himself. 

He can fix this, he can fix this. 

He clambers out of the bed and starts to leave to get supplies. 

Sitting up in bed, you reach out to stop him but you’re unable to. 

“Donnie-” You start to get up to follow but he gently stops you from getting up. 

“Stay.” He says firmly. 

Sitting back down, you instead watch Donnie leave, making his way out of the bedroom before coming back with a first aid kit and ice pack in hand. He quickly makes his way over to you again, laying out the first aid kit before picking out an antiseptic wipe. 

“Donnie, I’ll be fine you didn’t even bite that hard…” Your words trail off as you watch his expression change into one where you know he’s made up his mind. 

He pulls the collar of your shirt down so he can look at it a bit closer. He feels a sort of pride as he looks at the mark, one that immediately sours.  

“You are never going to let me do this again.” He says firmly, taking the wipe out of the package. “I don’t care how much my instincts tell me to.” 

He presses it into your shoulder and you flinch a bit at the sting of it. 

There are so many bite marks… all of these will surely bruise. 

He busies himself as he cleans up the various marks on you, everything else fading into the background. 

“Donatello.” 

He pauses, he hasn’t heard you say his actual name in a while. 

You lift a hand to his face, softly guiding him to look at you. 

"Accidents happen. I knew it might hurt… you knew it might hurt. We went through with it anyway.” You drag a thumb across his cheek before letting your hand fall to your side. “I don't regret letting you bite me.”

Donnie opens his mouth to protest but you give him a look that makes him shut it once more. 

“If this is something your instincts are telling you to do, then there must be some reason behind it all. Just ignoring it obviously didn’t help last time and it won’t help in the future. If I have to get some love bites from you once in a while, I think I’m okay with that.” You say gently, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, and even if you do, I trust you.” 

Of course, you had to pull out the genuine love and affection, you knew exactly how fast that it takes him to crumble under that kind of pressure. 

 Donnie sighs, “God, I love you so much.”

He pulls you to him, leaning his forehead against yours. 

You laugh softly, “I love you too.”

Donnie maneuvers the both of you so that you’re sitting in his lap, the deep churring starting up again, although lessened from before. You sink into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of the reverberations traveling up through his plastron and onto your back. 

Donnie continues to patch you up, going into medic mode so you both sit there in silence enjoying each other’s company. Once finished with cleaning up the bite mark, he places a soft kiss on it and you let out a soft hum. 

He warns you before he carefully places an ice pack onto your shoulder, while his other hand traces circles across your other forearm.

Leaning your head back so that it's propped up on his shoulder, you smile up at him. 

Donnie is so focused on holding the ice pack to your bite that his eyes only just flicker over to yours before going back to what he was doing. His brows scrunch together as he slowly peels back the ice pack to check for bruising. 

“If biting makes you all lovey-dovey, I don’t think I mind it.” 

He lets out a huff of breath, that directly counteracts the churring’s volume that heightens considerably. 

He wasn’t going to admit it, but he didn’t mind it either.

“Donnie?” 

He responds with a simple hum. 

“Does this mean I get to bite you?”

new sprite teehee

do you have an itch.io page?

I've just made my account, thank you for reminding me! the name is the same as my usual accounts, spoopyblues214. I won't make the game a page until we finish the Leo routes though.

Also, have a free sprite update that goes with the finished bad route!

Got my first ask on the game blog <333 !!!

hi hi hello! what other things can we know about your game? :00 like plot, what's up with the characters and stuff

As for plot, it's really simple. MC missed their train home, and can either waste time waiting for the next one, or try walking home!

As for characters, there's ofc our four boys, but then a secret fifth route that's for sillies. I want to keep most of it a surprise, but I also know I get excited to share little things I've finished. You'll just have to wait and see what gets revealed!

The game takes place a few years after the events of the movie, Mikey being 19/20, the twins 20/21, and Raph 21/22. The name 'Meet'cute turtles' was decided because for now it's more like a different meet-cute with each turtle, and that's it. If I get better with coding and can monetize it a little, I'll definitely add more! The game will be free, though, of course.

Tysm for asking !!

GO CHECK THE GAME BLOG!!!!

Title and Icon have been made!!

I finished the title and icon for the game!

also feel free to ask me any questions!!

Pssst.. rottmnt fans.

Would you like to romance a turtle? How about all 4 with multiple different routes?

Well, look no further! I'm developing a visual novel for just that.

Meet'Cute Turtles in your area is a short little project I'm working on, and depending on the feedback, I may add more story or extra content! Once I'm further in, I'll make a separate blog for the game.

[Here's some sprite art]

@meetcuteturtles-official for the game blog!

Self promo don worry about it

I realized I've been beating myself up with the thought that I can't write unless it's for something, and its clean and finished, which isn't good. This is my first step to try and get out of that!

Rise Raph × reader angst!

Red Red Red

Word count: 363

°•.•°

Your vision blurred, the bright things brighter from the cold that teased the edges of your eyelids but didn't dare fall. The pain had been so much just moments before, but too much morphed into nothing, either thanks to shock or something else. You flinched and turned away from an impact you heard to your left, only for light to breach the rubble that had you trapped.

"Softy!"

You recognized that gruff voice, even further recognized the red masked face that looked at yours.

"Hey, Raphie," you murmured, only for the use of your voice to push discomfort up your throat until you coughed it out.

Raphs eyes looked so small, so scared, focused lower on your body rather than your face. You hated seeing him so uneasy. He was rarely free of unease. You felt so bad for doing this to him.

His hand must have touched you, as the buzzing ache turned sharp and ripped a screech from your chest. He pulled his hand away immediately, eyes glancing to the red you saw painting his skin, only for him to instead look at your face. You wondered, same as him, how you were the one so calm in this moment. Tears fell from his eyes, fat and wet and soaking his mask a similar color to his hand.

"I-I can't- not you," he begged, your name coming out a strangled sound.

"You won't," you replied, doing your best to smile just to sell it. He didn't say he didn't believe you.

His hand, painted in red, colored your skin and hair as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your tears finally falling aswell. It surprised you when his lips crashed into yours.

And he smothered you, and you wanted nothing more. Your lips moved against his like it'd be the last time, knowing it'd be the last time, desperately trying to convey just how much you love him. He returned it with an even greater level of care, trying to convey just how much he needed you.

Everything faded away in that kiss. The world, the pain, sight and sound and touch.

Raph sobbed alone.

Weird ass mofo

I bet his bum he dreams of having a girlfriend.. but mutant turtle he is, he'll never meet love and will only dream about it.... literally

Also please please PLEASE if this comic comes off as suggestive or uncomfortable PLEASE NOTIFY ME AND I WILL REMOVE IT. I sometimes can't grasp my mistakes.

I realized I've been beating myself up with the thought that I can't write unless it's for something, and its clean and finished, which isn't good. This is my first step to try and get out of that!

Rise Raph × reader angst!

Red Red Red

Word count: 363

°•.•°

Your vision blurred, the bright things brighter from the cold that teased the edges of your eyelids but didn't dare fall. The pain had been so much just moments before, but too much morphed into nothing, either thanks to shock or something else. You flinched and turned away from an impact you heard to your left, only for light to breach the rubble that had you trapped.

"Softy!"

You recognized that gruff voice, even further recognized the red masked face that looked at yours.

"Hey, Raphie," you murmured, only for the use of your voice to push discomfort up your throat until you coughed it out.

Raphs eyes looked so small, so scared, focused lower on your body rather than your face. You hated seeing him so uneasy. He was rarely free of unease. You felt so bad for doing this to him.

His hand must have touched you, as the buzzing ache turned sharp and ripped a screech from your chest. He pulled his hand away immediately, eyes glancing to the red you saw painting his skin, only for him to instead look at your face. You wondered, same as him, how you were the one so calm in this moment. Tears fell from his eyes, fat and wet and soaking his mask a similar color to his hand.

"I-I can't- not you," he begged, your name coming out a strangled sound.

"You won't," you replied, doing your best to smile just to sell it. He didn't say he didn't believe you.

His hand, painted in red, colored your skin and hair as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your tears finally falling aswell. It surprised you when his lips crashed into yours.

And he smothered you, and you wanted nothing more. Your lips moved against his like it'd be the last time, knowing it'd be the last time, desperately trying to convey just how much you love him. He returned it with an even greater level of care, trying to convey just how much he needed you.

Everything faded away in that kiss. The world, the pain, sight and sound and touch.

Raph sobbed alone.

bruising bites

yan, dub-con, heed the tags

he takes this opportunity to take care of you.

you're staying over the lair for a few days, waiting for the police to do their business. it's stressful to walk by your neighbour's old flat down the hall and see police tape on the door. raph offered hospitality to you and you agreed on a week or so, which should be plenty of time to let nypd do their thing. your job even let you have a break at the unfortunate circumstance that had taken place.

mikey makes sure to keep you fed and safe the most compared to his brothers. you rarely find yourself going out for the first few days, watching movies with leo or playing video games with donnie. you even find yourself having tea time with raph, having a nice conversation about what's the best way to put someone in a headlock. but mikey tended to pull you close to him the most, letting you try the meals he makes first. letting you curl into him while the two of you comfortably laze on the couch. letting you run your hands along his shoulders. the shivers he gets when the pads of your fingers press a little firmer against his markings. as if you're comparing the texture of them to the rest of his skin.

he can't help it if he turns to kiss you. he can't help it if his hands wander under that sleep shirt you've been wearing around all day. he can't help it if he soaks his shorts grinding against your leg, panting as you make out on the couch. after a moment you push him away, surprised at how things have escalated quickly. you get up from the couch, quickly walking away with a warm face, and you shut yourself off in the guest bedroom, locking the subway door and curling up in bed.

mikey hopes he didn't gross you out. he really hopes you aren't disgusted by him. he had been working so hard to bring you closer, to not let anyone get in the way. he had you in his hands, feeling your flesh, reverently tracing your contours. his heart sank when you ran away from him. it's only right he should chase you down to explain himself, right ? that he adores you. that he would sacrifice anything for you. that he would kill for you. perhaps not that last part, but he knocks on your door regardless and waits for you to open it, coming out with a shy expression on your face. his stomach erupts in butterflies and his heart hurts, attempting to escape its confines.

with a few sweet words you let him in and he has you pinned against the mattress, pyjama bottoms and underwear on the floor, so ready for him to show you how much he adores you. even if you hesitate. even if you clutch his wrists and tell him you might not be ready. he reassures he'd be gentle. he'd be good, so good for you.

the way he kisses down your throat, little nips trailing along your neck. his cloaca pressed up against you while his hands tighten on your hips. he's shaking. he's weak. he's fantasised about this for so long he's starving for it.

the first bite was agonising. the second was electrifying. the third was claiming. his tongue laps at your stinging flesh and his cock drops while you sob, digging your nails into the marks on his shoulders, a small chirp leaving his lips while he nibbles on your pulse point. mikey's cock presses in, in, in, your walls complaining at the stretch. your nails create deep crescents at this point, you're trying to take deep breaths as his praises reverberate in your ears.

he sits up to look down at your half-lidded eyes, bite-ridden neck, and he finally glanced down where the two of you are joined together. you beg him to move, he listens. watching the way you stretch and take him. he churrs loudly, moving back down again to go harder, nuzzling back into your neck with little "so perfect"s and "pretty"s. mikey's hands grip your hips to keep you in place, but he's unsure how much longer he could last when you're so much better when it's you. not some garment of yours, but living, breathing you.

he stills and watches the face you make when you come like watching the sun set, stroking a thumb against your cheek as he keeps going. you could feel when he empties himself inside, but you're too overstimulated to complain about it. he carefully cleans you up and takes care of you, holding you close to him when you drift off.

after a while you wake up from your nap to find he's not there. you find it mildly upsetting. you stand, wobbling for a moment before stepping in front of the mirror, noticing the nasty bruises and marks appearing notably on the skin of your neck. you gasp, lightly touching the scabbing teeth marks and wincing at the shot of pain you get, then feeling your thighs subconsciously clench together. you're a little sure you could get used to this.

Under Streetlights One Year Anniversary!!

That's right, the first chapter of my first rottmnt x reader fic, my first fic ever, came out a year ago today! I'm so glad for the readers I have and for the friends I made thanks to this fanfic, thank you all. The fact I reached thousands of hits and hundreds of kudos amazes me. I read and even reread most of the comments too <3

If you have any questions about the fic, my other projects, or just me, feel free to send an ask, I'll be answering them all day!

Also, if you'd like to see fic updates, sneakpeaks, and even concepts for future projects, check out the discord server <3

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH BEANIE !!! This is so cute <33

First Meetings || New Outfits || Turtle Pile

A small piece to celebrate the one year anniversary of the fic „Under Streetlights“ by my friend @spoopyblues214

Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)

the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.

I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(

This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!

The Pudding

Word count: 546

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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.

Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.

Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.

Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.

“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”

Oh yeah.

You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.

The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.

“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”

You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.

“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”

Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.

You'd have to thank Donnie later, somehow.

Under Streetlights chapter 22 has been posted!!

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Under streetlights is my rottmnt reader insert polyfic, where reader is with each of the turtles!

[THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER NO TCEST]

Update !

Tl;dr: My fics on ao3, specifically Under Streetlights, will be coming back.

I am finally working on the next chapter of Under Streetlights! Seasonal depression has finally left me alone, so I should be able to return to writing more often.

Streetlights will take precedence for now, considering how long it has been since that one has gotten an update, but if my motivation keeps up like I think it will be, Rising Smoke and Sparks will also be continued at a quicker rate!

Will hopefully also be able to finish my holiday crossover special finally.

And then I have many other ideas cooking up in the noggin that hopefully I'll be able to share... on some of my other socials I've already shared the beginning of one of them.

God I love writing cooking. I love reading cooking. Anytime you see cooking in one of my fics, know I absolutely adored writing it.

RAAAAAHHHHH THE POOKIES WRITING RAAAAAAAHHHHH <33

Yandere Rise Donatello Designer AU

okay, hear me out.

let me give context for this concept idea first (you could skip the next paragraph if you don't care, i'm just weird, i promise i start discussing the concept right after this next paragraph trust me)

i am a huge fan of this one designer in new york, bella pietro, her work is amazing. i was able to attend her bridal line debut fashion show in person this past sunday and got to speak with her very briefly. she's very lovely, relatable, super down to earth, and humble. she is also one of the influences for my own jewellery line, but this isn't the point i'm making, i'm going insanely off topic. i thought about what it would be like being a clothes designer in nyc.

donatello is the founder and ceo (at least, that's canonically what i'm led to believe) of Genius Built Technologies. it's also canon he designs Genius Built Apparel. i initially had this idea and shared it on discord a while back based around donnie being a member of a discord server with other designers. these designers usually joined said server for creativity, support, sharing each others' work, and giving critiques when wanted.

imagine you, an up-and-coming designer, join this server to gain more reach. while donnie was bored looking at others' designs and critiquing them harshly when asked to, he admired your work and advocated for you so that you could gain more popularity. the two of you accepted each other's friend requests and started talking in dms. he admired your work and thought it was cute how you were slowly rising in the industry, but you needed the right connections to actually get things going. you started getting seamstresses and a manager, but that took your time away from donnie.

donnie might have found out you lived in new york, that was when he suggested a meet-up for a collaboration. he was excited when you said yes, and a GB Apparel x For You line was in the works for when the two of you started discussing potential pieces. your crew got a little upset when you put all your attention on the collaborative project, especially your manager, and they thought it was a bad idea. you thought about listening to them and backing away to work on the collab line in the future. donnie... didn't really like that.

he loved spending time with you, as hard as it was for him to admit it. he adored the way you drew your designs, the face you made when you focused and shrimped over your tablet to get the details just right. he told you to adjust your posture, and you did it with a stretch, you ran your fingers through your hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through instead. donnie hated the thought of having that taken away from him. once you told him you wanted to file away the collaborative project for another time, he managed to manipulate and gaslight convince you into believing your manager has the wrong idea, because his own brand was well known and high quality.

you hesitantly agreed with him and your crew began getting a distaste for you when you arrived late to meetings, made decisions with poor judgement, and delayed your own projects in favour of working with donatello instead. what you didn't know is that donnie anonymously emailed them all to quit their jobs with you because you were practically not working with them anymore. your crew moved on to work with other local designers. you didn't think much of it, you were aware people in this business would come and go, they would find other people to work for and it's no big deal, because you could sew your designs yourself.

besides, donatello had been a big help, he lent you his sewing machines that literally sewed by themselves. your own fall line had been presented on a runway at a moderately sized venue, a team curated by donatello organised it as if he were your manager. everyone on the server the two of you met on barely showed their support at first, until you got incoming praises and compliments from everyone after donatello's worship of you was sent in the runway channel. you were unaware to the fact that donatello threatened everyone with their careers if they didn't support you.

everyone seemed beginning to dislike you, your fans acknowledged that it didn't seem to be you at fault because your head was still held up high, staying positive and thanking anyone who bothered to take a look at your collection. donatello was working behind the scenes to isolate you as much as possible. he didn't want anyone taking you away from him because yo were his precious fashion genius, your ideas complement his. that's why GB Apparel x For You is going to rock the fashion world, he had thought, deep in his delusions of spending more time with you. one look at you and it had his heart beating out of his chest.

your workspace in his apartment was a mess, fabrics everywhere, sketchbooks and a couple tablets (courtesy of Genius Built Technologies) with plenty of space for designs and you sat on the floor with your hair a mess and new glasses (those were courtesy from donatello himself) on your face after staring at the screens for so long. the softshell simply watched you work, enamoured and savouring the way you find his apartment more comfortable to work in because yours is already so cluttered.

donatello was so proud to see the results of your collaboration, he kissed the top of your head and held you close. you've had affectionate friends before, but you had only intimately known donnie for a few months. sure, he was one of the turtles that saved new york years ago, not to mention his brand even climbed up the ranks for a place in paris fashion week alongside balenciaga and valentino... so you knew him... but you didn't ask for this. you used to have more friends, lovely colleagues. whatever happened to that ?

of course, once the collab line debuted in the spring you went back to work, you designed a men's fall line you thought would grab people's attention. it certainly snatched donatello's, when he called you frequently and realised you were parting from him to work on your own, it pissed him off. he wanted to know what you were hiding. you hesitantly let him in on a day when you were being interviewed by april for press, dressed up for photography and not for him. you're only for him, no one should see you except when you're beside him. he lashed out at you in front of april, upset that you weren't telling him your plans since the GB Apparel x For You collaboration, and april took notes of the drama. not for press purposes at all, but to tell his brothers.

you didn't see donatello for a while after that, to which you were glad. you felt a weight finally slipped off your shoulders as you rebuilt your community. people didn't know that donatello was the one at fault for your darkest moments. you rebuilt your community over the course of a year, making new connections and finally making it into new york fashion week all by your own efforts, not by donatello's.

it was when he showed up at your door everything went downhill again. he pushed his way back into your life, asking for a spring GB Apparel x For You line even though he already started on his own designs, incorporating style that you would add due to how well he already knew you. over the year he had been gone, he watched how you grew and connected with other people in the soho fashion scene. the thought made his skin crawl. it irked him to know you were out and about, perhaps having dinner with your new manager, or spending hours at a time with your new seamstresses after you threw out the sewing machines he so lovingly gifted to you.

all he wanted was to share his world with you, have you live in lavish luxury like you deserve. you said no. you already had ideas for your spring line which would be presented in london along with new york, you didn't have time to collaborate with him. donnie threw another tantrum in your apartment, this time feeling a lot more destructive. he threw your decorations everywhere, then held up some of your supplies to set them on fire. it scared you into submission, telling him yes, putting off your own projects to move into his apartment and get to working with him on the next collab line.

things were different this time. donatello was a lot more clingy, literally working alongside you as the two of you designed the thirty-piece collection, he made gentle suggestions and leaned in close, added and subtracted things on what you already drew. the two of you had ordered takeout sometimes and he would be the only one allowed to receive the food. you felt trapped. there was nothing you could do about it, just accept your fate.

you disappeared off the tabloids, no one knew where you went, not even april. donnie kept you away for his eyes only, wrapping his arms around you at every chance he got, nuzzling into your neck from behind as you tried to break through the parental locks donatello placed on your tablets. that won't work, darling, he said, a smirk on his face you could feel against your skin. it made you sick, your stomach churning at the thought that you might stay in your captor's arms forever.

My gummy is always gonna be reposted [which is fine because I barely post anything ever I'm so slow now]

chubby!reader × Donnie? he gets a tad bit flustered? maybe a bit of a spicy peice? praise kink🙏🙏🙏🙏

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already writing limes in the sfw blog, are we ?

jules fears NOTHING !!

i love writing this kind of content anyway >:)

if you wanted something higher on the citrus scale i shall direct you to my other blog, @fungalittlefreak where you could get even more specific with whatever you desire !!

i initially wanted to make this longer but i'm swamped with so many things to do, might have a part two if there's demand for it.

one chubby reader x flustered donnie coming right up B)

thank you for the request anon <3

important side note: while i don't deem this as "mature content" i feel more comfortable if anyone 15+ could interact with this post, otherwise please don't read or interact. while i can't force you not to, i hope anyone below 15 years old could respect my wishes.

May I?

It's movie night in the Hamato household and you're invited! April said you didn't have a choice, so here you are contemplating on wearing something comfortable or something cute.

Delivered (18:42 PM): is this too much? i'm bringing a change of clothes because i'm sleeping over

apes (18:42 PM): oooo who are you trying to impress

apes (18:42 PM): god i hope it's not leo

apes (18:42 PM): you deserve better

You shake your head, grinning at your phone as you send your last message to April.

Delivered (18:43 PM): i'll never tell :)

You finish getting ready and grab your overnight bag, heading over to the lair. The clattering and chattering in the kitchen tells you that the brothers would be in there, but you spot Donnie alone on his phone in the projection room. He seems comfortable enough not to wear his battle shell, which you find surprising. You take a step toward him and he looks up, turning to you as you put your stuff down beside the couch. He stops, staring while you move to sit beside him, even though you already greeted him, waiting for his response.

"Uh, yes. H-hello. Greetings. Good evening."

He looks away, then looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You grin and lean in with a smirk. He blushes, then a nervous smile plasters itself on his face. "D-do you need anything from me?" Donnie asks politely, but his eyes darted everywhere, scanning you as if he is committing the way you look right now to memory.

"A kiss might be nice."

The softshell freezes and it looks like his brain is malfunctioning, his face warming at the thoughts racing through his mind.

"May I?"

He reaches up to cup your soft face in his hand. His fingers twitch as if he's holding himself back from holding you firmly. You nod with a whispered yes, leaning in for a delicate, soft kiss. The softshell perks up and a dopey smile spreads across his face after you part, then he leans in for a deeper kiss, the heat on both your faces burning a little hotter.

"Your lips taste so good," Donnie breathes, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your skull, holding you close as the two of you made out on the couch. "So sweet for me..." He whines, his blush darkening his face even more while he reaches for you with his other hand, holding you against him. His fingers knead the plushness above your hip for a moment, the hitching in his breath apparent. After another minute or so the two of you officially part, noticing the lair has gotten quiet.

You turn around to find nearly everyone with their jaws dropped to the floor, eyes boggled. Donnie sneers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him possessively. The way his hand grips your tummy made you yelp, feeling embarrassed now that the two of you were caught. April snaps a picture, Leo snickers, Mikey cheers, and Raph narrows his eyes in suspicion, then smiles, proceeding to whack Leo upside the head before he moves over to tease Donnie. The Caseys walk in with two bowls of popcorn, Junior has a knowing look on his face while CJ looked on in confusion to the commotion. You sigh with a grin, shaking your head and relaxing in Donnie's arms as movie night started to kick off.