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xtreklx · 10 months

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You're hurt ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Headcanon: Bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: SFW, angst + a little fluff, mention of injury

A/N: really appreciate all of the love shown to my last headcanon post, so I thought I'd do another one! switching up the tone tho and doing a little bit of angst ~ hope you enjoy!

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~Leonardo~

we all know that Leo probably has the best handle on his emotions of all the turtle brothers

so when he sees your injured form, on the outside he probably looks a healthy amount of concerned

but inside he is absolutely going beserk

like amber alert sounds going off in his brain fr

he asks Donnie what to do as they quickly tend to your injury but as they work, there is a ringing in his ears

when you wake up from being unconscious, the first thing he does is let out a big sigh of relief, and then "how're you holding up, princess? can I do anything for you?"

and when you smile softly back at him and say "I'm okay now, love, I promise" his heart is going to shatter and then put itself back together again all at once

he is so quick to do anything and everything to alleviate your pain

while you are healing, of course he takes the main shift in caring for you

he is constantly refilling your water bottle, bringing you food or tea, changing out your bandages

he'll even sit on the chair next to your bed and read to you, just to take your mind off of any pain you may be experiencing

our guy in blue is very motherly and nurturing in that way

but lowkey, he will take any chance he gets to step out of the room because of how much it pains him to see you like this

he'll lean against the wall outside of the lab/infirmary and rub his temples, furrowing his brow ridge and holding in tears

his most precious, delicate flower, trampled by the cruel, outside world

but he won't let you see his pre-grief; you only see him with a smile on his face

it's only when you start making visible progress with your injury that he starts to feel okay again

because the physical proof that you are going to recover reassures him that he is not going to lose you any time soon

~Raphael~

omg when Big Red saw you injured... his world literally came to a halt

like record scratch type of halt

his biggest fear in the whole wide world is losing his family, and you are a part of his family now

so he is simply beside himself with fear and worry and is absolutely desperate and angry until he knows that you're going to make it

he will be snapping at whoever is tending to your wounds, if anyone tries to pull him away from you he WILL FIGHT THEM

he is very not okay and very emotional

once he gets a moment alone, he will definitely let the emotions take over and cry to himself

when you first wake up, he will say or do whatever he can to make you feel tough, because he doesn't want you feeling weak while down for the count

"damn, you really showed 'em, huh tiger? you shoulda seen the guy, he was limpin' away after the stunt you pulled."

swears up and down that he will kill whoever touched you, and even though raph is a violent guy, he's not a killer. but he 100% means what he says

however, a big part of him is going to blame himself. for not being with you, for letting you get in the way of danger, for even allowing you to be a part of a life like this to begin with.

but you can read the big guy like a book. so you give him a knowing smile and tenderly reassure him: "I wouldn't do a thing differently. I love you, and I want to be with you no matter what."

you got him fucked up, that's for sure

and while you are healing he is in no way shape or form leaving your side for a SECOND

he will fall asleep next to your infirmary bed, he will eat meals next to you, he will do whatever Donnie tells him to, but he will not be able to physically bear leaving your side

man's top quality is his loyalty, and while his fears or insecurities may get the best of him every once in a while, he's in it too deep now, and he'll do anything to be by your side

~Donatello~

as we expect, Donnie is able to keep his head on straight when he sees that you're injured

he knows that he has to have his wits about him because he's the only qualified medic of the group

but deep, deep down he is in full-on panic mode

Don keeps different groups of tabs open in his brain (like on a google chrome browser), and while one of the groups is flipping through every medical textbook he has ever read, another group is just going "Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N--"

over and over again like a computer system error

his brothers are trying to help him tend to your injuries but he is extremely strict with whatever they do and has a very hard time letting go of the reins

as he's talking to them, he looks concentrated and steady, but his voice will not stop cracking

once he has decided that you are stable and going to be okay is when he breaks down

he's definitely also a crier, and can't help but think about how he almost lost you and can't function without you

but he gets a hold of himself, continues to chronically monitor your vitals and pain levels, and then immediately gets to work on a new invention to keep you safe

when you first wake up, now that he's feeling a little more confident with your condition, he'll say something silly to cheer you up, like "well hello to my newest little experiment"

and you'll smile back at him with a joking "hi, Doctor Dee", insisting that you're fine as he asks you a bunch of analytical questions about your symptoms

after he's done playing doctor, he'll just sit next to you for a moment in silence, looking apprehensive

but you know exactly what he's thinking, so you say "you're my hero, Donatello. you know that, don't you?"

he gets so blushy and flustered at that, but has the biggest smile on his face

~Michelangelo~

surprisingly, when Mikey sees you hurt, he goes quiet

you would think that with our goofball in orange, his reaction would be super over-the-top and dramatic

no, mans goes dead silent

he never gave much thought to what his fears in life were before this, but he has realized that one of his biggest fears has just come true

he asks Donnie what he needs to do, and he doesn't think he has ever sounded more desperate in his life

he does his tasks immediately and with the utmost attention to detail, no protests and no questions asked

his brothers have never seen him like this before in their lives: so focused and concerned and quiet

they'll tell you about it later, as a testament to how much the guy lives and breathes for you

once Don has confirmed that you are stable and going to be okay, he lets out the biggest sigh of relief and overall goes back to his old self

when you wake up from unconsciousness, you're a little confused as to what happened, and he just goes "you got hurt on your way down from heaven, angel!"

he does everything he can to comfort you and make you smile and relieve your pain while you're recovering

he'll bring his speaker in and play you some of your favorite songs, sometime putting on elaborate performances to get you to laugh

he'll try and cuddle with you in your hospital bed and whine when Donnie protests

"awe come on, Doctor Dee! help a dude out a little!"

but he'll be successful whenever Donnie is sleeping or too engrossed in one of his other projects, and he'll lay next to you and stroke your hair

but whenever he remembers that moment when he thought he had lost you, he will go dark for a moment or two

and he will do whatever it takes to ensure that it never happens again.

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redrobinhoodrat · 1 year

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Damian

“Damian, don’t you want to see your surprise? I think you’ll love it.” He grinned maliciously as he gestured for someone to step forward.

Damian’s breath was caught as one of the ninjas from grandfather’s guard stepped forward and crouched into a fighting stance. Everything about them was entirely too familiar. Grandfather was saying something but the ringing in his ears was making it hard to understand.

“— happened? We found him and now he’s back home. Don’t you want to come back and see him Damian?” Grandfather had walked up to the figure as he was talking. Reaching a hand up, he pulled the half mask down to reveal their face. “He’s excited to see you.”

His chest was aching now as he listened to his family behind him taking in the scene. Even as he shifted into his own battle stance it felt like his face and hands had been dipped in static. He was sure he wasn’t getting oxygen adequately but still he couldn’t take his eyes off what could have been a mirror image of himself if he’d never left the league. From the hair and the outfit, to the burning green eyes glaring back. He knew however, he wasn’t looking at a clone. He was looking at his worst nightmare, something that the pits had brought to life.

He felt a hand drop down on his shoulder and he flinched. A quick glance at the blue stripes give the culprit up as Richard but the familiar comfort he usually got from his adopted brother never came. He clenched his jaw to steady himself. There was no way grandfather had done what he was thinking. This has to be a clone or something else being used to entice him back to the league.

“Grandfather, I fail to see what use another clone could be. I would think that after the first attempt of using clones failed you would try a different method.” He made sure to sound as bored as possible, knowing how his grandfather played with emotions. His grandfather seemed to be amused if anything, a cruel smirk settling across his face.

“I would not bring you a mere clone Damian. Is it the green eyes throwing you off? It’s merely a side effect of the pits as you well know.” Here he shot a pointed look towards Redhood before glancing back. “Don’t you recognize your own twin?”

The ringing was back.

“He simply needed a quick dip in the pits before he was willing to listen. Here lately the aggression has been quite handy.” Grandfather stepped back at the same time he let go of the figures shoulder. “Cosmas, why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?”

Damian’s eyes quickly snapped back to the boy as he started moving. Pulling out a blade that looked shockingly similar to his brother’s—his real, dead, twin brother’s—sword. With the way his eyes were glowing, Damian couldn’t tell any emotions coming from him. He quickly unsheathed his matching sword as he watched the figure—supposedly his brother— smirk.

Danny POV

Danny was shocked.

Surprised.

Absolutely flabbergasted.

Never had he imagined this scenario for himself, and he’s been through some pretty wild shit!

Okay, so to start out his eyes are glowing green due to being literally dunked in rancid ectoplasm like ten time. Which is just ew. He was also forced to change into an old league uniform, given his old sword, and then pretty much pushed out in front of the bats of Gotham within a day of him being taken.

…WAS GRANDFATHER CRAZY??

Obviously grandfather didn’t know about Phantom or he’d be in a lot deeper shit. To be completely honest, he just wanted to go along with this to see Damian again but now he’s supposed to fight the bats? That’s so not happening, Danny enjoyed his half-life. Sure it was overrun by beings trying to kill him but when was that any different than what it was in the league.

Obviously, grandfather just wanted him to die again—

“—recognize your own twin?” Danny’s ears twitched as he heard that, snapping his gaze to the figure squaring up across from him. That was Damian? He looked so…calm. The Damian that Danny was used to had an eternal stick up his ass that made his face look like he was scowling 24/7. Maybe the mask helped with that? Huh. Interesting.

“Cosmas” Ancients he hated that name. “Why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?” He felt grandfather taking a few steps back.

Danny internally scoffed as he went to take out his sword—HIS SWORD!!—that had recently been given to him.

‘Like I’ll ever help you out you senile fruitloop’ Danny smirked as he thought it ‘You just made yourself useless.’

#dp x dc #danny phantom #damian al ghul #twin fic

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mochiimadness · 4 months

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hi! i really like your works, so i'd like to request a ( sort of angsty ) scenario where the rottmnt boys react to their s/o losing their memories after getting injured from a bad guy fight, so they completely forget who the boys are

Hello! I want to preface this by saying: this is mostly from their POV, so their thoughts are very much self-blaming, even if what they think is not at all the case!

Slightly angsty, filled with self blame and anxiety.

Rottmnt x S/O who loses their memories after a fight

Neon Leon

Leo feels the weight of this horrible situation crush him like a fallen building.

If only he had just been a little faster- or planned ahead better

Maybe if he had been more serious about his s/o and their safety this never would have happened.

He’s in shock at first when you flinch away from him

Whether or not you were genuinely scared or just shocked at seeing a mutant ninja turtle-

It hurts him all the same because of one thing

The genuine confusion on your face-

No trace of recognition in your gaze

He shuts down for a few moments as his brothers try to figure out what they can do to help

The ringing in his ears grow loud until the high pitch whine is all he can hear

He can’t even see you nor his family in front of him anymore- everything far too blurry

Just vague shapes and blobs of color…

Distorted and unrecognizable

Is that how his s/o saw him??

All he can think is;

He should have gotten to you quicker

He couldn’t even portal to you because he didn’t know where you were.

It’s his fault that you don’t remember him,

The life you two have life together,

All the laughter you shared,

Just gone… like it never existed…

…

He should’ve been better.

Don Tron

Donnie’s already trying to scan his s/o and check for any injuries the second he finds them

What could’ve caused their condition??

Blunt force trauma to the head?

Mystical memory wipe??

What’s ever caused it, he’s going to find it

And he will not rest until he can reverse this.

Absolutely could not handle your reaction to him-

Not knowing who he is,

Not knowing all the wonderful progress you two made together,

Helping him with his experiments and machinery,

Getting comfortable with prolonged touch,

The late night rambles-

Immediately started murmuring the statistics of regaining your memory under his breath

You had to get their memory back- you absolutely had to.

Statistics be damned- he’s making sure it’s a 100% chance.

There’s anxiety gnawing away at him slowly from the inside,

Creeping and burning like static in his bones.

Not even the numerous photos he has of the both of you are helping- maybe it’s just too soon

You did just wake up after all… but why-

Why couldn’t he have prevented this?

All of his fail safes,

The numerous emergency alert devices he gave you,

He weapon he had specifically designed to be easy to conceal and have on you at all times,

Even his GPS tracker-

None of them had worked to keep you safe…

He failed, and this was worse than any experiment exploding in his face.

He failed you and now you have no idea about just how close you two actually are

…

He will fix this- there’s no room for error this time.

Mystic Mike

Mikey’s on the verge of waking up the person who was cruel enough to harm you this badly- just so he could beat them up again.

They hurt you- hurt you so bad you can’t even remember his name

Let alone everything you two have been through together

Mikey feels rage

At the situation,

At the villains who did this,

And at himself-

Why hadn’t he been strong enough to stop this?

He can throw buses, skyscrapers even,

He can maneuver his way around places with ease with his razzmatazz mastery

But what was all that strength and skill for if none of it could help you?

He’s frustrated enough to cry

But he’s also the quickest to compose himself

Several deep breaths in and out before he's able to pull himself together enough to crouch down beside his beloved s/o

Gently reassures you that he means no harm,

That you were in a bad fight and letting you slowly collect yourself.

He also uses photos- but rather than doing this to specifically try to jog his s/o's memories,

It's more to show them that they actually do know him-

Trying to get your memories back can wait for later,

His main focus is making sure his s/o is calm and comfortable around him- at least enough to trust that he won't harm them.

Once you feel that they can trust him- even if only a little bit,

He'll take you home and make sure you're alright physically.

Later on, he sneaks off quietly to the gym area

Demolishes the punching bag they had-

All of his worries and frustrations are taken out with every punch

Would you ever remember him?

If you never regained your memories, is there any chance you two would ever have the relationship you once had again??

They're going to need more punching bags,

All the extra ones are destroyed too.

His family is worried, but Mikey is only focused on two things;

Helping you remember him and getting revenge for you.

He will make sure this won't ever happen again.

Big Red

What do you mean you don't remember him??

You're his s/o!

His partner!

Surely you must be playing a prank or something-

He is in complete denial at first,

Then, as his family explains that no-

You aren't joking,

You genuinely don't remember him,

His denial shatters into gut wrenching dispair.

How did this happen-

Why did this happen?!

...

This was all his fault.

Why wasn't he there for you when you needed him??

He's suppose to be able to protect those who he cares about

Especially his beloved s/o

Yet he failed

He wasn't there,

He wasn't able to help you, to stop you from ever being hurt this badly

And now you can’t remember a single thing about him, your relationship together, nothing.

RAPH is still able to move and check on you-

Though, it’s more like hovering worriedly while Donnie and Leo do their best to patch you up

He is watching like a hawk, making sure that you’re in no additional discomfort or pain

Once you’re clear enough to be able to go home though

Raph is stressing

If you leave now you could get hurt again!

But he doesn’t want to scare you off by being too overbearing

Especially if he wants any chance of you remembering him-

He can’t cause you to feel uncomfortable around him- or worse

Frightened.

He’s able to stop his anxiety fueled spiral before it consumes him

Focusing on making you’re you get home safely

Even if you decline having him walk with you-

He’ll make sure to follow stealthily from a distance

Once he’s certain you’re absolutely safe and sound

He’s pacing around the lair and pulling at his mask

What if you don’t remember him?

Donnie said you likely just had “mild amnesia” but what if it was worse?!

There’s a chance you’ll never be able to remember him-

And it’s all his fault…

He couldn’t protect you

It all boils down to one simple fact ringing in his head:

He wasn’t there

…

He’ll make sure he’s always there

He will be there for you.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed

Also for those who may not have watched ROTTMNT- Mikey is shown to be a little angry ball of revenge at times, while Raph is shown to be full of anxiety and mother-henning™️

So they may seem a little ooc compared to other versions of them!

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sewerpeaches · 1 year

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So, the fandom jokes about how fucked up SAINW is and how it messed us up as kids, etc.

My guys... my buddies... pals...

If Peter Laird had gotten his way... the damage to thousands of children’s psyches would have been incalculable...

Cut to Karai's ship bringing the challenger to face the Shredder, in whatever arena setting is deemed appropriate. The Shredder awaits, huge, imperious, threatening, supremely confident. Legions of Foot ninja ring the area. Nearby, something about eight feet tall and four feet around is draped with a covering bearing the Shredder's mark. Karai's ship settles to the ground... the hatch opens, dropping to the ground (like a ramp) and down it comes Karai. She stops and bows to the Shredder. Then, a Turtle comes down the ramp -- it's Mike. The Shredder is as amused as Karai was at the impertinence of this crippled adversary. But before he can spew too many insults, another Turtle comes down the ramp. It's Raph. Then Leo comes down the ramp and joins his brothers. Now the Shredder chuckles. This is more like it! Two almost worthy adversaries. The Shredder smirkingly reminds the Turtles of the rules -- they can't BOTH fight him -- they have to pick one. "Maybe you need help in making that decision," he says -- "Perhaps another vote...?" With that, he rips the covering off the thing next to him. Horrified gasps from the Turtles -- because what is revealed is that universe's Donatello, posed stiffly on a pedestal. Stiffly, that is, because he's DEAD and STUFFED! (IF we can't get away with this, maybe we could have him frozen or something.)

—Peter Laird, 2k3 cartoon development notes [Blast from the Past #386: Mar. 22, 2004: Re: TMNT - 73 Outline]

what the fuck do you mean "if we can't get away with this"? of course you can't fucking get away with showing don’s taxidermied corpse on a children’s tv show, peter.

#i'm REELING y'all #donatello #tmnt donatello #donatello tmnt #tmnt don #don tmnt #tmnt donnie #donnie tmnt #sainw #same as it never was #tmnt sainw #sainw tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #peter laird

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nox140497 · 3 months

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Play fighting

Prompt: No

Request: No

Prompt Number: None

Summery: Y/N play figjting with her boyfriend

Pairings: Sam Golbach x Female Reader

Author's Note: Inspired by @iateyourparents

Masterlist

Prompt List https://www.tumblr.com/nox140497/739150916168581120/prompt-list?source=share

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Y/N and her boyfriend, Sam Golbach, were always a playful and energetic couple. They were known among their friends for their constant teasing and pranks, but their favorite way to have fun was through play fighting.

It all started one lazy Sunday morning, when Y/N and Sam were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. Sam playfully poked Y/N's side, causing her to jump and squeal. She retaliated by tickling him, and soon they were engaged in a full-blown tickle war, laughing and giggling like children.

But as the tickle fight came to an end, they both realized how much they enjoyed their playful banter and decided to take it to the next level – play fighting. From then on, they made it a regular part of their relationship.

They would often challenge each other to spontaneous battles, using anything they could find as 'weapons.' A pillow, a spatula, even a roll of paper towels became a tool in their playful fights. Their living room would turn into a battlefield, with cushions scattered everywhere and laughter filling the air.

It wasn't just about throwing punches and kicks, it was about being silly and having fun. They would come up with ridiculous ninja moves and over-the-top reactions, making each other burst into fits of laughter.

Their play fighting antics continued outside of the house as well. Whether they were waiting in line at a store or walking down the street, Y/N and Sam would find a way to sneak in a quick punch or playful shove. They were like two kids who never grew up, and they loved every minute of it.

Their friends and family often rolled their eyes at their antics, but secretly they were envious of the fun and love that Y/N and Sam shared. They admired their ability to let loose and be completely themselves with each other.

But the most special aspect of their play fighting was the connection it brought them as a couple. It was a way for them to bond and show their love for one another. They didn't need to say 'I love you' because their playful actions spoke volumes.

One day, as they were practicing some new fighting moves in the park, Sam suddenly stopped and got down on one knee. Y/N's heart raced as he pulled out a ring, his face serious for once.

'I know we always joke around and play fight, but I want to make this a lifetime commitment,' Sam said, his eyes full of love and sincerity. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she said yes and they sealed it with a playful high-five.

From that day on, their playful fights took on a new meaning. It wasn't just about having fun, it was a reminder of the love and commitment they shared as a couple. And even though they were now engaged, they knew that their play fighting would always be a cherished part of their relationship.

#sam and colby #xplr #sam golbach #sam golbach x you #sam golbach x reader

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razorblade180 · 12 days

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9 days of Lancaster Day 1: Training

Ruby considered herself an honest girl. Maybe a light fib every once and awhile but she really tried speaking her mind often! She meant it when she said she wishes to be a normal girl with normal knees. However, as Jaune flipped her onto a sparring mat, the next words out of her mouth made her wish seem like a lie.

Ruby:I am better than this outcome! I’m a natural born fighter, so why is this so hard!

Jaune:You really weren’t kidding about your hand to hand skills. I’m not even good.

Ruby:Lies! We all can’t be roommates with a ninja and learn cool skills!

Jaune:Yeah but…YOU have a ninja roommate.

Ruby:….

Jaune:…And a martial arts sis-

Ruby:Shut up! *springs up* Again! I’m focused! I will get you.

Jaune:Ren said most things come down to balance and timing. Try not rush this.

Ruby:I’d like to point out my weapon gives me reach and an immaculate pace. Without it you’re like two of me.

Jaune:Yeah but you’re amazing. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.

Ruby:Your kindness has no effect on me.

Jaune:Pin me and I will buy lunch. If you lose then you do it.

Ruby:You’re on!

Without hesitation, a flying kick went past Jaune’s head. He barely had time to put his hands up to block a flurry of tiny but rapid fists.

The pressure was short lived when Jaune threw a punch that forced Ruby to weave. Darn his long arms! She put all her concentration into bobbing left and right, successfully avoiding slower but powerful blows as she worked the ring. Lunch was on the line and it wasn’t looking too good for her. She had to really think about her attacks. She was faster but Jaune was no slouch. It all comes down to timing.

Ruby noticed his right shoulder move back and began ducking as Jaune sent a right hook. As she ducked, Ruby made her move; a right uppercut was headed his way then immediately pulled back as he went to block. The faint worked! Ruby twisted her body into a left jab aimed right for his face! Unfortunately, the blow failed spectacularly. Jaune raised his right palm and caught it! No way he predicted that! Ruby immediately went for right but was once again caught and both arms were raised above her head. She refused to give up her free lunch!

Both of them made their move. Ruby went to knee him with her right but wasn’t expecting him to lean her body backwards. She quickly lost balance and her leg was caught with his left hand as her wrists became pinned by his right against a wall. She hadn’t even noticed how far back they moved during the fight. Did he purposely lead her over here!? The proud but surprised smile on his face told her yes. Ruby couldn’t help but pout as he chuckled.

Ruby:Ren has taught you too much.

Jaune:Lunch is on you today.

Ruby:This is clearly a draw.

Jaune:Rubes, you’re pinned.

Ruby:Last time i checked, your arms are full. Looks like we both can’t properly attack. I call that a draw~

She confidently huffed. That was until their little stare down slowly grew closer.

Jaune:You really think I’m out of moves?

Ruby:Pr-Prove me wrong.

Why was she stuttering? Now was not the time to show weakness to the enemy! Cobalt eyes grew ever larger as they got closer to pools of silver. The grip on her wrists became a bit more firm, as well as his fingers behind her knee. Escaping the pin suddenly felt more like a suggestion than a need, and Ruby was so thrown off right now all she could think to do was close her eyes and wait for his “attack”

After what felt like an eternity, a soft press against her forehead connected with his own before leaving. Suddenly her limbs were free and she felt his presence back off. Ruby opened her eyes to see her friend looking completely the other way with his ears as red as her cape l; and her face at this point.

Jaune:See? I could’ve headbutted you.

Ruby:Y-Yeah…right. I can’t argue with that. *rubs head* Lunch is on me.

Jaune:Let’s call it here. Also… I will but dessert.

He briskly runs off, leaving Ruby to stew in the moment. She didn’t know what was worse; that he might’ve been going for a headbutt from the start but she clearly puckered up, or the fact she could still feel his grip on her. Either way, she was dying inside.

Ruby:(Why does hand to hand have to be so close?!)

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster #9 days of lancaster 2024 #9 days of lancaster

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queenofhearts7378 · 3 months

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“So this is Jake's fault, right?” Randy asked.

Danny made a noise of agreement as they continued running down the hallway, red flashing against their eyes and alarms ringing through the air.

And okay, it wasn't really Jake's fault they were being chased by a killer robot after breaking out of some holding cells.

Ever since Jake had turned 16, he'd been getting more duties outside of New York, really stepping up into his role as the American Dragon. NYC was still his home, his main area of protection, and the main capital of the magical community; he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

But occasionally a smaller community would reach out, asking for help with bigger problems they couldn't handle and he couldn't answer over the phone or e-mail. So Jake began traveling (through mundane or magical means), and solving the problems in person.

And occasionally dragging his out-of-town friends along with him.

Which is how the four of them ended up here: in an off-the-books government facility in Horrible, Arkansas, and made up of the same branch as the GIW.

(Danny had groaned out loud in his and Rand's cell, thunking his head against the bars when he heard that.

The agent that was interrogating them gave him a weird look.

“He's from Amity Park.” Randy said solemnly, patting Danny’s shoulder.

The agent went white so fast Randy honestly thought he was about to pass out before fleeing the room.

“Wow,” Randy said, “Y'all's city really is a curse.”)

The four of them had literally stumbled onto the grounds, got searched and had most of their stuff taken away, and thrown into holding cells where agents would periodically come to interrogate them on how they found the place and who else knows about it.

Danny had phased them through the back wall as soon as they were left alone, and accidently ran directly into a wall of weapons that fell on top of them both. Randy only got a sore shoulder, but something zapped Danny and he hadn't been able to transform since.

Which was when the alarms went off.

And when they discovered that the facility used killer robots as security and were all too happy to shoot a couple of teenagers.

Now they were running for their lives trying to find their stuff and their friends without getting shot by the robots or the agents.

They skidded around another corner, and Danny grabbed open the nearest door, throwing it open to check for their stuff.

Instead they were met with two startled agents in the middle of grabbing their weapons.

Randy didn't waste the chance and spun around Danny, landing a kick in the first man's diaphragm and then bringing his knee up just as the man bent over to gasp for air.

(The ninja suit let him be faster, stronger, more bouncy, and protected him from hard hits. The lessons and training of 800 years worth of ninjas were pressed into the fabric enabling him to fight when he had never done it before. He still had training though. He spent hours in the Nomicon practicing the moves and katas his brain knew but his body didn't. Following the footsteps and marks the Nomicon drew out around him, mirroring the poses the illustrated samurai and dragons went though. And lately, following along next to the First Ninja as he performed the moves next to him, occasionally fixing his posture, as Plop Plop chattered nearby.

Being the Ninja wasn't all cool flips and awesome weapons. Even without the mask, Randy was still a ninja.)

Danny took the chance to leap onto the other agent's back trying to get his weapon, throwing the man off balance right as he tried to shoot Randy.

The shot went wide and hit the wall, leaving a faint scorch mark on the white plaster. Randy dived under the shot, rolling forward right past the agent. He kicked his leg out, catching him in the back of the knee, right as Danny yanked the weapon out of his grasp and leapt off the agent's back. Between the teenager using him as a springboard and his leg giving out on him, the agent hit the floor hard. Danny didn't give him the chance to get his bearings and swung the weapon, clocking him over the head.

He swayed for a minute before hitting the ground. He wasn't unconscious but he wasn't getting off the floor anytime soon.

Randy and Danny high-fived before fleeing back out the door.

“Randy, that was awesome!” Danny exclaimed as they checked the other doors for their stuff. “I didn't know you could do that!”

“I know, I know, I'm the Bruce McCheese. Hold your applause,” Randy bragged as he opened the last door in the hallway to reveal yet another supply closet. Running past Danny, he punched him in the shoulder, “I'm still a ninja without the mask Casper.”

“What was that? I couldn't hear you over your ego getting in the way!” Danny laughed as he turned the corner, only to catch a metal leg in his stomach. His back hit the wall and his stolen weapon went flying away from him.

“DANNY!” Randy screeched, knowing he wouldn't get there in time as the security bot charged up to fire.

His feet and hands moved before he could think about it.

‘Separate - Gather - Free’

Randy could feel the energy pool through him, starting with his feet (“Your stance grounds you,” First Ninja said, “It centers you. It's the most important part of using the spells.") and surging upwards through his body in a way he's never felt while in the suit. Randy could feel the air thicken in his palms and he thrust out his hands just as the energy hit his palms and the top of his head.

“Ninja AIR-FIST!”

He could see the ninja magic hit the security robot and smash it into the wall. All the energy that had surged through him faded out, leaving Randy feeling like he just played Grave Puncher for two days straight.

He swayed for a moment, exhaustion hitting him like a brick, before he stumbled over to a gob-smacked Danny.

“Since when could you do that?” Danny asked as he scrambled to his feet.

Randy braced himself against the wall, “Uhhhhhhhhh……now I guess?”

Danny looked at the dented wall, then back at Randy. “Can you do it again?”

“Nngh….think I'll pass out if I did.”

“Alright, last resort then. And I still can't go ghost.”

Randy groaned. “Man we are shoobed.”

“We just need to find the others…..and our stuff.” Danny crouched down in front of Randy. “Alright hop on. You look like you're about to pass out now.”

“Pretty sure it'd just slow us down.” Randy said, even as he wrapped his arms around Danny's neck.

“Dude it's like I'm holding a couple of grapes. What are you, 80 pounds soaking wet?”

“Screw you too.” He dug his heel into Danny's thigh, “Giddee up. I think I hear the others breaking things up ahead.”

Jake and Adrien were indeed in the next hallway over, both transformed and absolutely wrecking anything they came across.

“Hey guys!” Chat grinned at them, impaling the last security bot with his staff. “We were looking for you!”

“Yo Ribbons! What happened to you?” Jake flew over to hand them their backpacks.

“Turns out Mister Ninja over here can use his ninja magic out of the mask.”

Jake blinked at them, “You can do that?”

“Apparently,” Randy said as he slid off Danny's back, “if I want to feel like I went ten rounds with a hoard of robo-apes.”

“Oof.” Jake shook his backpack at them as Randy pulled on his mask. “Well we found the main computer room, stole a bunch of hard drives that I'm going to give to Spud and Tucker, and Chat broke like, everything in there with a Cataclysm so no need to worry about cameras.”

“And we found out what they are called.” Adrien chimed in, “Beings Under Government Surveillance. They had a sign.”

“Bugs?”

“B.U.G.S.!”

“No wonder the GIW are such pests!” Danny and Adrien said together, high fiving. Randy snickered at the pun.

“Yeah, you're all comedians, can we go? The missing fairies are running loose and I've got to figure out if they need to move, or if they'd be fine with some more magic barriers around their town.”

“And I really gotta talk to the Nomicon. It's wack they didn't warn me about this.”

~~~~

Later in the Nomicon:

First Ninja stared at him in disbelief, “You did what.”

#in which i recently rewatched randy cunningham and now have a lot of thoughts #and decided to write 1.4K words of something i realized Randy could do #and finally had a reason to introduce the SQ's personal Big Bad Antagonists: Beings Under Government Surveillance #yes i did the anagram just so i could make that pun #feel free to ask me about them #anyways try and see how many heacanons i shoved into this little one-shot #queen will write #secret quartet #miraculous ladybug #danny phantom #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #randy cunnigham #adrien agreste #chat noir #danny fenton #american dragon jake long #jake long #beings under government surveillance

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nikethestatue · 8 months

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There is a vast difference between Rhys sending Feyre to the Weaver's Cottage, and Azriel's (non)reaction to Gwyn being in the Blood Rite.

It's a common argument--well, look, Rhys had faith in Feyre, and he sent her to the Cottage, and Az had such great faith in Gwyn's abilities, he wasn't worried about her.

The problem is, it's an automatic false equivalency--it pop was Rhys's decision, to begin with. Rhys had information --the ring was hidden there --that others didn't, Rhys did not leave Feyre alone--he was sitting there and monitoring what was happening, ready to spring into action at any moment, even if he knew that he wasn't allowed to. He was going to risk it all if Feyre was truly in danger. Furthermore, and that is a very important point--Rhys knew how powerful Feyre technically was. He knew that she had the power of all 7 High Lords. He was testing her (in Amren's words: brutal, but effective), but she was ALWAYS, ALWAYS under his supervision. What's more, when she wasn't, Rhys absolutely FREAKED the eff out every time. There were even other times when he put her in seemingly harm's way--like with the Attor or when she and Amren went to get the book--yet, still, he always controlled the situation. Any time Feyre was on her own, Rhys went into full 'mate mode'--absolutely panicked, worried, climbing the walls, terrified. Whether it was when Hyben attacked Velaris, when the Ravens attacked Feyre and Nesta in the Library, or when Feyre went back to Spring. He was desperately worried and scared for her EVERY TIME, even though he knew the extent of her powers and abilities.

Therefore, it's laughable to equate him with Azriel's reaction to Gwyn being in the BD. Azriel is mildly concerned...about Nesta. And Cassian. He is concerned about Nesta, because she is his brother's mate, Elain and Feyre's sister, and technically, his own sister-in-law. He knows that should something happen to Nesta, it would completely destroy her sisters and Cassian as well. Cassian would lose his mate and that would be something he'd never be able to recover from.

Azriel could never have had this brazen confidence in Gwyn, who's been training for what? maybe 6 months? What's more, he'd be absolutely terrified to know that a woman who was brutally SAed before, was now stuck in a place full of bloodthirsty, horny, violent Illyrians.

Yet, he wasn't.

He himself, along with Cassian, had barely made it up Ramiel. After years of extreme training, and while possessing very unusual powers (even if he didn't have the 7 siphons yet), he barely made it, killing and fighting for days. Cassian had to haul their High Lord to the peak. What's Gwyn? A librarian who did a lot of working out on the roof of HOW, cut the ribbon and was Nesta's friend. WHAT in the world would give him any confidence that she'd survive the BD?

This is basically like saying, well, the contestants on American Ninja Warrior are the same as Navy Seals. They can also swing from rafters and they have muscles. Therefore, what's the difference?

Just a few months back, he had to escort Nesta and Cassian to Oorid. And he was fully aware of Nesta's very unusual powers, her scrying abilities, and freakin' Silver Flames. And yet, Nesta wasn't sent to Oorid alone--she went with 2 greatest Illyrian warriors, AND was forbidden from doing anything other than sit in Cassian's arms or in a tree and 'observe'. What's more, Azriel also watched what the Kelpie did to Nesta despite all her power and abilities. Yes, Nesta survived, but she was nearly SAed and almost killed. That's ONE Kelpie. And yet, we are to believe that he has this mad confidence in Gwyn that she'd totally survive hundreds of Illyrians, not to mention treacherous conditions AND wild beasts? Btw, no one knew that there were magical friendship bracelets or weapons in the BD. So, you are telling me that Azriel was absolutely assured that should Gwyn be jumped by 2-3 Illyrians (if not more), she'd win in hand-to-hand combat? She'd be able to take them all down in a bare knuckle fight?

Colour me doubtful.

No, friends.

The normal reaction.... The reaction of one who cares, who is worried, and who is panicking about a woman's well-being is 'I am getting her back'. It's--I'll do anything and will try everything to save her. It's 'I care about her more than I care about myself, or even the army, or my Court'. That's mate behaviour. The only time he displayed it was with Elain.

PS--oh, and just as a further reminder: Azriel stepped in and unequivocally FORBADE Mor to go to the Human Lands and try to infiltrate the Queens' Palace. Yeah...THE Morrigan. The warrior princess who fought with them and was fully trained. He said 'absolutely not' and Rhys agreed with him. So you are telling me that he would trust Gwyn to survive and take care of herself in the Blood Rite, but not Mor?

#azriel #elriel #pro elriel

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nostalgiacauseitstrendy · 9 months

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Unexpected Delivery- Kabal x F!Reader

So I had an idea of a reader who gets unexpectedly pregnant by Kabal and potential interactions the reader might have with other kombatants as a result of them finding out they're pregnant.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, bodily functions, abortion thoughts.

Background:

Y/n is a kombatant, morally grey. Grew up in the south side of Chicago, living vagrantly and poor. Pick your own skills/abilities. Y/n is sometimes on the side of good, sometimes not. Y/n interacts with the Black Dragon faction every now and then for quick missions for quick pay, although she is not a dedicated member (merc; she doesn't like killing unnecessarily). Y/n and Kabal have been dating and getting busy for the past 10 months (and its poorly kept secret, everyone knows). Also (b/c this is my story, fight me) you are really close to Mileena. Y/n realizes Mileena is just misunderstood and just wants to be accepted and loved :) (this is relevant later).

Story:

"Fuck, fuck!" y/n paced in her bathroom what seemed like an eternity before shakily picking up the third and final pregnancy test off the side of their bathtub.

The two lines flipped Y/n's denial back on its head. Y/n was pregnant, and she had suspected so for a couple of weeks. Frequent urination, body aches, sore nips- all the alarms went off for Y/n, but those parallel pink lines struck like a ton of bricks. Was it worth telling Kabal? Should she just terminate? How far along was she? Y/n had to lean against the sink as these thoughts made her woozy.

Y/n unlocked her phone and began to type a long message to the speedster, but selected it all and deleted it. Y/n was lost in infinite possibilities. She would have to stop doing runs for the Black Dragon. What about Kabal? Y/n did not want their child to be exposed to any of the criminal syndicate, especially...Kano.

The words though, their child rung in Y/n's head, immediately spurring a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She imagined Kabal with a goofy grin, speeding around with their child. She knew from the few times he's spoke on it, he values family and wants a big family of his own. She imagined their little family watching nerdy movies like Star Wars or Ninja Mime...

Y/n swattted at the air as to physically dismiss her thoughts. She had a mission today and that came first. She decided if she was going to tell Kabal, it would be after she completed this mission.

...

Y/n had to pick up some packages for the Black Dragon. Minus an excessive amount of stealth, this should have been a straight-forward and easy mission. All Y/n had to do was bust open the back of the truck and steal the two smallest boxes. Y/n drew a ragged breath before engaging. Looking through the poorly lit truck, she found the two smallest boxes surrounded by piles of larger boxes keeping those two in place. What are in the boxes? Who knows, Y/n does not ask, as she likes to keep some emotional investment apart from her despicable position. She does this for money, not for shits and giggles.

Reminiscing on her days homeless on the streets of Chicago, Y/n quickly moved the larger boxes before snatching the two and taking off. Despite her speedy pace, Y/n was not as fast as she normally would be, knowing damn well why. This cost her, however, as gunfire began to ring out. Y/n dashed off as fast as she could, but took a bullet near her lower abdomen. Y/n screeched in pain, but also fear- what about her baby?

Y/n gritted her teeth and kept running as fast she could, bleeding out in the process. Y/n reached the Black Dragon compound after 10 minutes of running. As she pushed the doors open, she drew a ragged breath, and the floor began to speed towards her. Everything went black.

...

Y/n groaned and winced, perceiving the bright lights of the infirmary through her eyelids. Realization hit Y/n like a ton of bricks, however, and she sat quickly and violently upright. Y/n let out a grunt before taking in her surroundings. As she quickly surveyed the room, her eyes met with a mask all too familiar. In a millisecond he was at her bedside, speaking 100 miles per hour. All Y/n could make out is "what the fuck happened?" "I'll never let you go on a mission alone again." "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Y/n drowned out Kabal's stammering once she saw a medic.

Staring at y/n, y/n asked the head medic, in merely a whimper, "how is my baby?" Dumbfounded, but lightly amused, Kabal said "I'm fine but what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?" Y/n would have laughed had not the situation been dire.

"The bullet just barely missed the babies. We ran some tests, from we can tell, the babies are healthy for three months." Holy shit, three months? BABIES? PLURAL?

Although he had a mask on, you knew Kabal was blank. For what felt like years, he did not say a word. Then, merely a pained whisper, Kabal asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I planned to tell you right after my mission. I legitimately found out this morning. I was still processing it myself."

Kabal sat quietly, before walking away. "Kabal, wai-," he was already gone. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Was he just going to throw everything away? Just leave just like that? All the crying and the morphine began to takeover, and Y/n began to unwillingly drift off.

When she awoke, she was at her apartment, in her bed. Pacing in the living room, was the speedster. As rare as it could be, he was unmasked and in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. Besides intimate moments, Y/n did not see this casual side often. Kabal was known to be ashamed of his disfigurement. To Y/n, however, the burns meant nothing at all. You loved that man with every fiber of your being.

Kabal heard the sheets slightly ruffle and looked to see Y/n awake and dashed over. Staring down for a moment, is soft brown eyes met yours, vulnerability painted over them. "The doctor said its twins, said we'd know the gender in two more months." Kabal saying "we" was a relief, calming your heart rate and the warmth running up your throat. Y/n swallowed back the potential nervous vomit before stating, "I thought you were going to leave me."

Kabal flinched slightly, as though you'd physically punched him. "Why would I ever do that? Y/n...although sooner than expected, this is always wanted. A peaceful life, loving kids, loving wife..if you are offering me that, I would never pass it up."

Y/n was about to reply before you stopped. Wife? You involuntarily smiled and blushed at the idea before verbalizing that exact question, "Wife?"

Kabal smiled before getting up and speeding around to your side of the bed, digging in his pocket.

"I know I am bottom-feeder, a nobody." His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his face softened. "But you make me feel like I am somebody, Y/n. I forget the monster I see in the mirror every morning. You love me like no one has ever loved me, Y/n. There is nothing I want more to spend the rest of my life with you and this family we're making. Will you marry me, Y/n?" The beautiful black and diamond ring sparkled brightly.

Of course you said yes.

Interactions:

Kano: "Don't think just cause Kabal knocked ya up I am givin either of ya a break."

Y/N: "Wouldn't expect anything less, cue ball."

Kano: "Just for that, I am goin to make sure ya suffer."

Kano: "I gotta ask, is Kabal too fast in bed?"

Y/n: "Drop it."

Kano: "Ill take that as a yes."

Kano: "Don't think I am giving you paternity leave."

Kabal: "I'm taking permanent leave."

Kano: "In a body bag. Shame ya kids will be without a daddy."

Sindel: "So you let that bottom-feeder weaken you with a child."

Y/n: "Here I was, going to ask you for any pregnancy tips."

Sindel (disheartened): "Edenian pregnancies are different than Earthrealmers but, make the speedster give you backrubs."

Y/n: "Noted."

Y/n: "I gotta ask, any pregnancy tips?"

Sonya (face softens): "You're not going to like it but, low-strain exercise will actually help."

Y/n: "You're right, I didn't like that."

Sonya: "You better treat Y/n like a damn princess."

Kabal: "Yes, madam bootlicker." *sarcastically salutes*

Sonya: *sigh* "I tried, Y/n."

Sonya: "I don't know what Y/n sees in you."

Kabal: "At least Y/n didn't bang Johnny."

Sonya: "Now ya done it."

Cassie Cage: "Please tell me you're having a gender reveal party."

Y/n: "Maybe...."

Cassie Cage: "PLEASE let me plan it. Please."

Kabal: *regretfully* "Any advice on being a father?"

Johnny Cage: "Oh my god so first....When I first...you gotta be prepared for...'"*endless rambling*

Kabal: "I shouldn't have asked."

Johnny Cage: "So, finally settling down, eh?"

Kabal: "Choose your words carefully, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "Congrats."

Kabal: "That was surprisingly..genuine."

Kabal: "I am not going to make my kids watch your trash movies, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "C'mon, they're fun for the whole family!"

Kabal: "I don't want to fry their brains that early."

Y/n: "Look, I can pick anyone for Godmother, you can pick anyone for Godfather."

Kabal: "Deal. No quips about who I pick though."

Y/n: "Same goes for me."

Mileena: "Dearest Y/n."

Y/n: "I have to ask you something." *explains what a Godmother is* "Would you like to be the Godmother of my twins?"

Mileena: *tearfully runs and hugs you, no fight ensues, match ends in immediate friendship*

Kabal: "MILEENA? Are you serious?"

Y/n: "Like Erron is any better?"

Kabal: "She will eat them!"

Y/n: "You said no quips."

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crossroads-of-the-raven · 4 months

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Just a Little Something about how long Zane was dead for in Ninjago between Season 3 and 4

In Ninjago Decoded Zane said that he downloaded all 74 episodes plus the holiday special of Jay's game show, 'The Ultimate Ninja Challenge' (a.k.a 75 episodes)

Taking in the schedules for American Ninja Warrior and Wipeout, which appear to be the inspiration for Jay's game show.

American Ninja Warrior is a half hour long show that airs four episodes in a day and another four the following week as a full season (at least when it first came out, IDK about now).

Wipeout is an hour long show (with commercials) that airs a new episode, once a week.

Understanding these two details:

At Most - eight episodes per season, at one season per year with 75 episodes total equals a little more then 9 years (to be precise, 9 complete seasons with 3 episodes of the tenth being aired)

At Least - one episode per week with 75 episodes total equals almost 18 months a.k.a. a year and a half (to be precise, 1 year, 5 months and 3 weeks)

In Compromise for the two shows with a leaning towards the Wipeout influence: Let's say, two episodes per week with 75 episodes total equals 9 months and 2 weeks (this is on the idea of Jay leaving before the filming of the 76th episode).

So obviously we don't get a ten year time skip between Seasons 3 and 4 and I clearly haven't factored in how long it took to set up Jay's game show in the first place, however, I don't think it's that far outside the realm of possibility that the time skip was at least somewhere between 9 and a half months and 18 months. This certainly gives enough time for moss to grow on Zane's statue and for angst among the Ninja Team (<- Including Nya, Pixal and Skylor).

Enough time for Jay to get his own game show.

Enough time for Nya to gather what she needs to fix the Bounty.

Enough time for Cole to get a job without people knowing who he is.

Enough time for Lloyd to be with his father before Garmadon's Season 4 self-sacrifice.

Enough time for Zane to rebuild himself only to be kidnapped by Ronin and sold to Master Chen.

Enough time for Pixal to be kidnapped as well and held in Chen's dungeon where the Mechanic pried her open and took her apart piece by piece.

Enough time where Skylor's training was put into overdrive as she had to watch her father put every last detail into place for the Elemental Masters, like a spider preparing its web for the flys.

Enough time for Kai to get his own apartment where he exists alone with thoughts that are far to loud and condemning for a protector who lost his brother, to craft a place for himself in an underground fighting ring that won't ask questions, where he can fight and forget, only to be constantly plagued by his every waking moment asking, 'why wasn't it me', and thinking, 'it should have been me'.

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missadmyre · 15 days

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The Painful Price (Secret Trio + Detentionaire Final Phase HCs/Art)

TW: Blood, slight gore

It's very wordy and has lots of lore, so if you went to the tldr route, this entire thing just explains how ST + Lee's instincts from their powers can essentially obliterate anyone if they're pushed to the brink of death. Okay, enjoy! And thanks for reading!

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Randy Cunningham

He felt the searing pain on his chest, warm liquid trickled down on his torso as he fell on his knees, the ringing sound in his ears being all he could hear.

Randy knew half of his face is out in the open, he was thankful that every citizen is evacuated, lest he wants to deal with a bunch of reporters after this fight, if he'll make it out alive that is.

He was shoved to the concrete ground, the smell of dirt and smoke overwhelmed him. He tried to get up but a foot stomped him down on his stomach, preventing him from doing any action, he winced at the pain.

The jorogumo let out a laugh, "Is that all you got? And you came from under his wing. How pathetic can you be?". Strings of insults spewed out of the jorogumo's mouth, Randy tried to tune out of it.

The dark skies loomed over Norrisville, signalling that it was going to rain soon. It felt as though it was mocking him, with how unsatisfactory the ending of their fight is.

Is he going to die? Out here? Defeated? Thoughts swirled around his mind, his conciousness slowly slipping away. He failed the First Ninja and now he's going to die, he faintly chuckled at that. "What a wonk situation I'm in." He thought.

His vision starts to get blurry, he looked over at Howard, who was pinned down by the destroyed walls of what was once a house. His Tengu-hybrid biffer was shouting something at him, "Maybe he's calling my name?". What's the point of that?

He felt another jab of pain on his side as he groaned, Rokumeyoku was kicking him. He's starting to close his eyes longer, he painfully laughed before letting out a sob.

"I-I'm so... so sorry...".

...

As he closed his eyes, the world turned to black.

...

The Ninja of Norrisville had been slain.

"NOOOOO! RANDY!"

Rokumeyoku scoffed at the sight beneath him, unbothered at the death of a washed-up Ninja. "Pfft, the First Ninja would do better than you." With his head up high, he removed his foot off of the Ninja's chest.

As the jorogumo walked away, Howard sobbed at the death of his friend, his biffer. He was unable to help him, he felt so useless. With all these powers, and yet he couldn't save him. He glared so hard at the smug yokai, his aura beaming with energy.

I'll kill you...

I'll tear you from limb to limb— I'LL KILL YOU!!!

A large bird-like shriek parted out of Howard's mouth, filled with agony and anger. He garnered all of his strength as he tried to get himself out of the broken pile of concrete and metal, the reason for his helplessness.

Crack

Suddenly, a large cracking sound echoed throughout the battlefield, everything went silent...

Crack

Another crack soon followed,

Crack

then another,

Crack

then another...

Crack... Crack

CRACK

The cracking sound was akin to a bone snapping, like someone fixing a dislocated bone back to it's place. The air became heavier, smoke caused from the battle earlier had begun to dissipate.

A low gurgling sound echoed throughout the barren neighborhood, the smell of blood wafted through the air...

Howard and Rokumeyoku looked at the source of the sound, dreadfully anticipating a disturbing sight.

...

And a disturbing sight it is...

Randy— no, the Ninja stood a terrifying posture, tilting its head as it created a sound akin to a bone popping. His eyes were arched to the back, blood dripping out of his wounds. The glowing symbols burned brighter than the dimming sun hovering above them, of which had been covered by clouds soon after.

He looks possessed.

It walked ever so slowly towards Rokumeyoku, approaching the nervous yokai, who did nothing but stand still, his legs on the verge of shaking, afraid of what'll happen if he dared to run away.

Then, the Ninja started chanting, it's voice mixing both a deep tone of an aged man and the young tone of Randy's. He held the katana's handle with a crushing force, it's blade grating itself on the paved road.

Shakunetsu no hizashi

Watashi no yōkyū ni mimi o katamukete kudasai

Watashi no kokoro no honō o moyashite kudasai

Ha ga chi ni somarinagara

Kokoro no yami o jōka shinagara

Watashi no itami o sekai ni shirasete kudasai

Soshite sono naka ni yaki tsuku kurushimi

ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT: NINJANOMICON'S FURY

With a swing of a blade...

Shling

The battle was over.

{Randy's Final Form: NinjaNomicon's Fury}

- This form's purpose is to protect the Ninja from death at all cost.

- When the Ninja is severely wounded, the Nomicon would automatically place the Ninja's soul into the book and take control of the Ninja's body.

- The soul of the Ninja is then carefully healed inside the book as they were put to temporary slumber (they're still alive, just inside the Nomicon).

*Reminder that a Soul is a spirit with an alive mortal body, Randy is still alive!

- With the Nomicon in control, they have unlocked every single lesson, chants and weapons inside the suit.

- They move at breakneck speed and is way more stronger than the current Ninja's strength because the Nomicon inputted their own power into the Ninja's body, thus allowing the body to exert such force.

- The Nomicon won't stop until the threat is wiped off of the face of the earth, whether that "threat" might be just one dangerous yokai or a whole ass organization, nothing can stop them.

- On the course of the fight, the tears from the suit would be magically stitched back to normal.

- The suit will be further amplified with more magic to protect the body through the use of the glowing symbols, which act as barriers.

- The scarf has a mind of its own, it is carved with talismans and symbols of protection, meaning that if you managed to just be in the range of the Ninja (which is pretty big, 2km wide to be exact), you'd be instantly ripped apart by the scarf if you hadn't been slashed by the Nomicon.

- The wounds would automatically be regenerated even without chanting the Art of Healing.

- Once the fight is over and the threat is gone, the Nomicon would just wait until all of the Ninja's wounds are healed, or at least the major wounds (it depends if the Ninja's body is able to handle the sheer overwhelming force the Nomicon holds within).

- And when that's done, the Nomicon would go back to the book and place the Ninja's soul back to their body.

- The Ninja would have no memories of what happened during the time when the Nomicon took control but their body is either mostly or fully healed.

TRANSLATION: Scorching sunlight

Hold your ear at my leisure

Please kindle the flame in my heart

As my blade gets soaked in blood

For me to purify the darkness within

I beg for the world to know my pain

And the agony that is seared within

Jake Long

Lao Shi had lived for a very long time, he had seen and lived through disastrous events. He also knew many secrets since his involvement with the Dragon Council and the magical community. He expected everything, for he knows how they would turn out.

What he didn't expect was the catastrophic event that would befall on his grandson.

"Jake! Jake! Oh god— Jake!" screamed Trixie as she tried to pat the back of the teen dragon, who was hot to the touch and is crying blood.

"Everything hurts! Help— Help ME! I... I can't! I can't TAKE IT!!!" Jake cried, his dragon kneeling to the ground as he clenched his hands on his jaw, aggressively trying to open it as large sizzles of smoke came out of his mouth.

The literal fire inside him roared greater, the pain that is eating him from the inside out becoming more and more for him to bear.

Spud got a bucket of water and tried to run towards to Jake, only to trip and fall, spilling the water. "What the hell Spud?! Water?!" Trixie scolded, the boy fought back, "What the heck do you want?! This is the only idea I've got!".

Jake is still screaming in pain in the background, the surrounding area full of smoke and flames. The other citizens had been rushed safely out of this part of the city, leaving only them in the scene.

Iso had been defeated, the Greek statue being no more than pieces of rubbles, it still didn't deter from the fact that the damages done between Jake and their surroundings is proof of a hard fight.

The Greek statue had thrown an orb with an unidentified substance inside Jake's throat, the magical protector choking before swallowing it. It had been done before Jake swung his claws on Iso, effectively killing her as she broke down into pieces.

The two friends bicker at the terrifying situation presented to them, trying to think of a way to calm Jake down, all the while Lao Shi stared at the scene.

At his grandson's suffering.

At his tardy action to just stand there.

Watching this with no idea what to do.

"... Shi..."

How could this happen?

"o... Shi..."

Why am I not helping him?

"Lao... Shi..."

With all my knowledge—

"LAO SHI!"

Fu Dog snapped him back to reality, he looked at the dog's eyes, worry plastered in both his aura and his face. "Old man! You know how to treat what's happening to him, right?!" Fu Dog pleaded him. Him.

"I don't know..."

...

"What?"

Fu Dog stared at him worryingly. And he stared back.

Fu Dog looked distressed, who was he kidding, everyone is. Him, Jake, his friends, and soon his parents and sister who would find him in this state.

"IT HURTS!!! 好痛!!! 帮我!!!" The dragon cried, the burning flame with him overwhelming his entire entity. His friends can't help but feel their helplessness in this situation, resorting to comforting their dragon friend by patting him and hugging him.

Something caught Lao Shi's eyes though.

He walks up to Jake, he noticed that he is way larger than he is supposed to be. The rain started to pour, he felt a foreboding sense of dread within him, like he had read something like this before.

The sizzles of smoke from the boy's mouth turned darker, the fire in his mouth burning brighter. A very bad sign. We need to get away from him—

"Jake, my son!" Jake's mother, along with his father and sister, tried to run up to him, but was halted by Lao Shi. "Fu, get his friends away from him." The dog reluctantly followed his orders, dragging Jake's friends away from him as they tried to fight back.

Then, suddenly... Jake stopped struggling, his hands stopped gripping his jaws, eyes now arching back. He faced up the skies, his jaw slightly opened, the silence tensing up the situation before them.

Then...

Grumble...

The dragon's jaw began to open more...

Grumble...

And more...

Grumble...

And as the dragon's mouth opens, a bloody pair of hands began to hold onto the dragon's teeth...

AGGGHHHH!!!!!

A bloodied boy screamed in agony, shaking as he struggled to get out of the jaws of his own beast.

The flesh of the dragon blended with the boy's torn clothing, symbolizing the pain he has felt the entire time.

Smoke and fire accompanied him as he tried to get himself out of his dragon body, like he was escaping hell itself.

And finally, Lao Shi remembered what phase the boy is going through.

"The Caged Phoenix's Escape..."

He was too late.

The rain poured strongly, killing the flames that the dragon emitted. Lao Shi watches his grandson's suffering as he tried to escape his own body, knowing that it'll be a pain when the morrow hits.

{Jake's Final Form: Caged Phoenix's Escape}

- This form's purpose is to let the real body escape the dragon form when severely injured.

*Note: both the real body and the dragon form are separate, the dragon form is like a costume to mask the real body's soul (human form).

- This process is only activated when the dragon form is not able to protect the real body any further and therefore must force it out of the dragon form quickly.

- It's like a fucked up version akin to a spaceship that's about to explode and there's an escape pod to escape to. The spaceship being the dragon form and the escape pod being the Caged Phoenix's Escape.

- It's a very painful process, as it requires the soul of the real body to detach from the dragon form and get the real body to construct inside of the dragon.

- The dragon's firebreathing is increased since it literally makes the dragon's cells regenerate the real body inside of the dragon body as fast as possible.

- When the construction of the real body is complete, all it has to do is to get out of the dragon form before the fire inside of it burns them alive.

- The real body, after escaping their dragon form, is way more sensitive in all their six senses, especially touch.

- The real body cannot regenerate their dragon form until about a month, where they can now transform into their newly improved dragon form (with the same design still).

- Their new dragon form is a bit more stronger than before, now being able to adapt and resist the danger it was dealing with back then.

TRANSLATION: 好痛 - "It hurts"

帮我 - "Help me"

Danny Fenton

Dash isn't scared of anything, be it from shitty food servings, backstabbing muggers in alleyways or ghosts. So why is he getting the chills when entering the Amity Park cemetery?

He knows the quaint Amity Park all too well, he was born here for fuck's sake. He's heard of the ghost stories all throughout his life, both from his friends and from the adults he's surrounded with. Amity Park was known for its haunting atmosphere, so it's no surprise that some horror stories pop up here and there.

It's also the reason why they're going in the cemetery that night...

It was a stupid dare, born out of a ghost story consisting of an anomaly that is said to be haunting the graveyards and making the ghost of the corpses rise from the dead. As he said, it was stupid.

"Y'know Derek, if you really wanna go check it out, go do it yourself, unless you are a coward of course." Pauline chuckled, her hands still holding her flipphone.

"Ha! As if. You are the one who heard about the ghost story and shared it to us, sounds like you are the coward here!" His friend slammed his hand on the lunch table, his grin mocking her statement.

"Oh please, if the story were to be true, I'd at least want to be the one to witness it and become famous in the process." Paulina fired back, rolling her eyes to think of something before cocking her head towards Dash's direction.

"Hey Dash, your gramps is like, a big paranormal freak, right? Surely he has some Ouija board somewhere in your house."

Well that question was worrying, not that he'd say that out loud.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Paulina grunted, facing her body towards his direction and looked at him, "Oh come on Dash, you scared that you're too weak to face a ghost? I thought you're better than this...".

The popular girl's voice tranced him into a situation he can't get himself out of, not wanting his pride hurt, he huffed and agreed to get the Ouija board.

And that's how they got themselves sneaking into the cemetery at midnight, with an Ouija board in hand and candles on another. "So I heard it's at that grave right..." Paulina scoured the area, squinting her eyes to see better in the darkness.

She then pointed at a grave near a tree, "Over there!". They walked up to the grave, of which was covered up with dust and cobwebs. One of Dash's lackeys observed the writings on the tomb, though it's not much as it looks like it had been corroded due to carelessness.

"So do we just sit down here or?" Dash asked, having only one of his friends agree with him. Deeming it as a good enough answer, they sat down on the grassy floor, the wind breezing gently. "Okay so, we just put the Ouija board here—" Paulina nabbed the board out of the football player's hands, placing it near the tomb.

"—and we just ask some questions!" She finished her sentence, clapping her hands by the end of it. "That's it? Pssh, so easy!" Dash crossed his arms as the popular girl explained what they would do, the others lighting the candles as she spoke.

After she finished her explanation, they set their flashlights down and pressed their fingers on the planchette. "What's your name?" She asked, yet there was no answer. They tried a few more times, asking questions, yet there had been no outcome.

Dash is tempted to fake out the planchette, make it seem like it's moving to get something interesting out of this boring experience. "Huh, you sure this works?" Derek asked, offending Paulina as they bicker.

The group hadn't noticed the sudden shift of temperature, the cemetery becoming colder even as the winds start to calm down. It was only when one of Dash's friends saw a white cloud of smoke form out of their mouth as they speak that they realize that the temperature had dropped.

The group shivered at the cold, "H-hey man, you s-sure th-the weather ri-right now is-s supposed t-to be th-this cold!" A friend of Dash's asked, his teeth grinding. "F-fuck no! N-no way we c-could be having fre-freezing temperatures in t-the mi-middle of summer!" Dash responded, clenching his jacket to chase the cold away.

Suddenly, they saw two figures running in the distance, squinting their eyes, they see a goth girl and a boy with red cap and glasses running away from something, Dash recognized them as that Fenton kid's friends.

"Damn, s-should've known gh-ghost shit w-would attract the F-Fentons' attention." The football player grinded his teeth as they followed the two friends. Though, as they trekked through the overgrown grassy area, they feel the winds springing up again.

And abnormally so...

Grass blades began to flow upwards, like something is uprooting them instead of it swaying around. Leaves began to float too, instead of flowing through the winds. It looked like something straight out of a horror ghost movie.

"H-Hey, we better g-get out o-of here!" Exclaimed one of Dash's friends. Then, the smell of something burning hits them.

"Fuck that! W-We should get o-out of here!" With the cold prickling their skin, they tried to run away as fast as they can, yet the cold is still there, like it always has been.

The loud sound of shrieking hits them, sending them tumbling on the grassy floor. Finding out that they can't outrun it, they decided to hide inside a mausoleum, breaking the lock as they hid.

The moon shined brighter than ever.

The shriek from earlier echoed throughout the area.

...Silence...

An overbearing stench hit them, scrunching their noses in the process. It was the smell of rot. Feeling disgusted, they decide to hide themselves further inside the mausoleum, not wanting something bad to happen to them.

Heavy air dawned on them making the silence more unbearable, Dash saw a figure right above the tree that was rumored to be haunted, and haunted it is...

The figure looked grotesque, its skin rotting as its left arm's flesh was revealed, burning.

Their eyes are gouged out, the emptiness in it's eyes unnerving to look at.

The pale skin of their limbs and feet tightly hugged their bones, showing clear indents of bones like an X-ray.

A large slash had been emphasized on the figure's chest, an equally large green lightning filling up the empty space.

Green fire covered up both their feet and head, likely to hide their disgusting features.

And it was just floating there... in silence...

Paulina was close to throwing up, and so does Dash and his lackeys. Dash looked away for a second before looking back at the figure again.

...

The figure is looking at them.

...

"Non debes hic esse in..."

"Hggkkk—"

Not wanting to be a part of this mess and scared shitless, Dash ran out of the mausoleum to escape the cemetery, his group following soon after.

Seeing the metal gate, they hopped out of the cemetery and made a run for their lives, forgetting the Ouija board on the grave.

"When I see Fenton's fuckass friends again at school, they better answer what the fuck they were doing in here or else I'll beat the shit out of them!"

{Danny's Final Form: Ectoplasmic Veil}

- This form's purpose is to let the halfa still fight while regenerating their injuries in their ghost form.

- This form can only be activated when an attack is able to penetrate through the halfa's ghost form and manage to injure the human form.

- Only halfas have this form since they are half ghost and half human(soul), which means that they can't just take damage willy nilly as a ghost and regenerate quickly.

- This form is used to protect the human half while also letting the ghost half to regenerate (the ghost half acts as a shield for the human half).

- The energy this form emits depends on how powerful a halfa's ghostly aura is.

- Said energy can greatly change the area the halfa is in; such as objects floating, chunks of walls tearing, strong winds, heavy air and Antarctic levels of temperatures.

- Ectoplasm is in the form of fire because of the rapid regeneration the halfa's body is undergoing to.

- The halfa must be conscious during this form.

- Their powers and ghostly aura are increased significantly to maximize the protection of their human and ghost form.

- Their body automatically goes translucent, meaning that nothing can go past them, even ghostly attacks.

- Thee reason why they're translucent is because now, the human half is exposed, therefore the halfa is in a state between being human and a ghost at the same time.

- A halfa's instinct can cloud their minds depending on how strong their mental fortitude are.

- A halfa who isn't at the best of mental state may act erratic like an animal, as it's only goal is to protect themselves from any potential danger, they'll attack anything/anyone, be it their enemy or their allies.

- A halfa who can handle themselves mentally are able to still be able to control themselves and comprehend their surroundings.

TRANSLATION: Non debes hic esse in - "You shouldn't be in here"

Lee Ping

Drip

Down goes the water droplet...

Splash

Down goes another Hazmat robot from that damned industry.

Li watched at the halls of Green Apple Splat Industries be covered in blood and robot parts. The surgeons who tried to attack them now on the floor, either dead or on the process to be.

He sheathed his katana and and walked down the hall, meeting up with the others as he told them that the path was cleared. "Ew! What the hell!" Brandy exclaimed her disgust towards the scene.

"Seriously Li, this... is too much." Jenny scrunched her nose at the mettalic smell that clouds the entirety of the hall. Li shrugged off the criticism, trudging through the bloody puddles littering the marble floor.

They were at Coral Grove, more specifically, under Coral Grove. The facility it hides proved to be a lot more tightly secured, as dozens of Reaper Mats, Hazmats and blue tazelwurms roam around the place.

They broke in there to investigate the disappearance of Cam, who had been kidnapped on the side of the street based on Lee and Holger's testament when the three of them were heading to school that morning.

Lee had disappeared some time ago when fighting the horde of Hazmats, so now they are both looking for two people, Li groaned at the thought.

Brandy was distressed the entire time, from when she heard the news till now, desperation flows inside her, and Li can take advantage of it. With the severity of their situation, he can use them to initiate his revenge on the death of his Priscilla.

They're both fighting for the ones they loved, right?

Walking through corridors after corridors, they had finally reached a tunnel, its ceiling made of sturdy glass that holds an under-the-sea view, letting them see the corals and marine life swimming in them.

Entering the tunnel, the silence between the group had become unbearing, everyone was either too tense or too distracted at the amazing sight of the sea, Li knows something about it though, perhaps it could break the silence?

"Fun fact, did you know that they buried the bodies underneath those corals? No wonder they look so vibrant."

...

"What the fuck Li!"

Tina, along with the others, were disgusted at the fact, "Seriously dude, why would you say that?" Biffy asked, also worried about what had been stated earlier.

"Holger no like the Coral Grove seabed anymore." Holger, who was mesmerized by the view, had looked away from it after hearing the fact. Li chuckled at their reactions, finding it amusing.

Reaching the end of the tunnel, they found themselves in another facility, they expected some Hazmats to appear the moment they entered, yet...

Drip

Blood is splattered everywhere with no Hazmats to be found. The walls are full of scratches and charred stains, most likely caused by a missed shot from the Hazmat's guns. As if the atmosphere wasn't horrifying enough.

The dark corners that surrounds the area scared most of the group, Tina shined the area using her phone's flashlight. Continuing their search, the blood and the scratch marks became more frequent and more gory, terrifying them greatly.

The chill air didn't help to calm the nerves of the teens, doubting their reason to come there in Coral Grove. Water seemed to leak from the ceiling, most likely due to them being under the sea and its pressure trying to crush them.

"Guys wait! I think— Tina, shine the light over there!" Jenny pointed an unlocked metal door, shining the light over it, it looks as though it's a file room full of possible information, but for what exactly?

Li entered the room first, trying to find some information to help stop Cassandra's little project. With Li being safe, the others entered soon after, trying to find some information about His Eminence and the reptile's history.

Biffy ran his fingers through the stacked folders, searching about what the mysterious Pyramid under the school is truly all about and how its effects on both him and Lee would affect their lives.

Especially since they now know that the permanent ink Mr. Ping used to cover Lee's mark came from the Pyramid itself and the inhumane strength Biffy has acquired came from it too. But why him? How is he a part of this?

As Biffy was about to turn his back at the stacked files and move to another, a file from one of the shelves fell down, causing a large dust of cloud to form. Out of curiosity, he picked it up and opened the folder, it reports some research about a curse that gets people to eternal sleep, the same as the Pyramid's doing. He read more about the report...

...

"Who's Her Anonymity?" ...

Holger walked to the darkest part of the room, trying his best to help his friends, Lee and Cam, from getting in danger once more. Throughout the entirety of 10th grade, the three of them would constantly be in 'super secret spy missions'.

Holger always had the feeling of things going terribly south with what they're doing, yet they always prevailed, so why not now? He's scared, his friends might be suffering right now and he's just in here, safe.

He pushed away the scary thought, his parents had once told him to find the good reasons for his actions in life, that he should think of why before what. He's gone this far, he can't give up now, with his friends's lives possibly on the line.

"Hey guys, I think I found something!" Tina alerted the group, they all came up to him and checked what he found. "Ahah! A map, thank you." Li snatched the map from Tina's hands, the teen reporter pissed off at his actions.

"What was that for, you jerk?!" The assassin looked and stared at the dusty map of the facility, finding it hard to understand it since it's faded and could possibly be a different layout from the facility they're in. Recounting their journey here, it could be that they're in—

AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

A scream broke out, surprising everyone in the room. The sound got everyone on high alert, grabbing anything in the room that could qualify as a weapon. Biffy peeped his head out of the door, trying to find the source of the sound.

The sounds of someone huffing and puffing echoed through the dark hallway, "AAGGHHH!!! NGHH— PUTA!" Spanish accent, Cam. Brandy recognized it the moment she heard the swear, running out of the room, she tried to follow where Cam's voice came from.

"Stupid girl..." Li followed Brandy, making sure she's not set any traps that might exist within the facility. As the Cam's voice became more clearer, so do the sounds of growling. While running, the assassin heard a thud from a hallway.

Taking a sharp turn, he finds Brandy swinging a metal pipe on one of the blue tazelwurms, who would dodge her attacks. He sees one fallen blue tazelwurm on the floor, leading his line of eyesight on a bloodied teen.

Cam...

The teen was not in the nicest of conditions, there were bite marks all over his body, most likely coming from the savage blue tazelwurms. Blood and dirt covered every part of him, his hair was untied and his large red jacket and dollar sign necklace gone, to where? Li doesn't know.

Cam had been stuck under some laboratory rubble, pieces of glass that are presumably from broken text tubes and beakers were all around him, some prickling his skin. The table that had once held the equipments now smashed into two, with Cam being in the middle of it.

Soon, the entire group had caught up to them, finding the situation of Cam a terrifying sight to see. Li sheathed his katana and began to fight back the blue tazelwurms, the others helping Cam to get out of there.

"You okay there, Cam?" Tina asked, trying to lift him up. "Me estás tomando el pelo— Do I look fine?!" Cam winced at the pain, his shirt all dried up with blood and dirt on it. He was carried out of the room as they tried to treat his wounds as efficient as possible, he proceeded to tell his experience in the facility.

He was sent to a cell where he was locked in there as hostage, with the information about the truth behind the company at his friend's hands, Cassandra thought that they should move to more drastic measures to secure that info.

Cam had escaped the cell when they were walking towards the surgery room, where they would perform horrifying things to him as a warning for Lee and his friends to not leak the information that they have.

He had managed to knock out the insidious surgeon who would work on him, though the enemy had not gone down without a fight, evident by the incision on his jaw and a stab wound on his right arm. He was chased by the blue tazelwurms, who had viciously scratched and bit him.

His necklace was thrown away to the savage creatures to create a distraction, his jacket was used as a cover for him to hide during one of the segments of the chase where the Hazmats and Reaper Mats where off to go look for him.

Eventually, he had met up with Lee, who was also bruised and bloodied as well. Although his friend hadn't told him the story of how he got it, the Korean told him the directions where their other friends are supposed to be.

The Korean had left before Cam had a say about the situation, he encountered some blue tazelwurms along the way and that's how he got in to the laboratory.

"Where's Lee? Did you see him?" Biffy asked worrily, albeit with a threatening tone. Cam pointed some landmarks that may help to identify Lee's location. Li, hearing Cam's statement and having read the map beforehand, knows where he is getting at.

Finishing off with a final kill on the savage creatures, he bolted out of the room in search for his younger brother and the eagerness to kill Cassandra for what she's done on his Priscilla. Tina following him soon after, leaving the others who were busy tending Cam's wounds with whatever medical supplies the laboratory had.

Getting to the location the teen had pointed, the assassin finds himself in a corridor with two separate hallways. He went to the left hallway knowing where it would lead, the exit.

Tina, huffing in exhaustion, had lost Li, with the two hallways presented to her, she went to the right hallway, hoping that Li headed there.

Drip

The sounds of waves crashing echoed as Li walked up the stairs, the sun having it's light shine the end of the path. Reaching up the stairs, the sight of his brother had...

... him grossed out...

The teen was more than just bloodied and bruised, he looked as though he was eternally suffering, with how shaky and out of breath he is.

The toxic green Lichtenberg scar had corrupted most of his torso, having multiplied as now it wasn't just in his right wrist but now also on the left, as well as on his neck.

The protection mark on his right upper arm also glowed brighter, but what had caught his attention is the symbols that surrounded Lee, like it's protecting him.

Curious and entranced by the phenomena before him, he tried forward himself to his brother. "N-No! Don't— 나가세요!!" Lee coughed up blood once more before continuing, "Get away! Or y-you'll end up l-like them!" .

The warning made Li snap out of the trance, looking around the area and seeing the people of the industry having fallen to an eternal sleep, with some Hazmats and Reaper Mats having been destroyed into pieces. Oh, so that's why I shouldn't get close.

Cassandra had left right after she saw the effects it had on her guards, letting her escape again. The symbols began to fade, as it was erased from the ground, like it hadn't existed. Lee collapsed soon after it's disappearance, letting himself fall onto his older brother's hands.

Sighing, the assassin lifted the Korean and carried him bridal style, anticipating the story of what happened during his confrontation with Cassandra when his brother wakes up. He went back to the laboratory room where many were surprised and disgusted at the state of the Korean.

As they tried to tend Lee's wounds and his open stitch with whatever was left when they treated Cam an hour ago. With a large shortage on their medical supplies, they resorted to quickly get out of there to go to the hospital.

But as they were about to head back to where they first entered, Jenny found herself panicking "Wait, where's Tina?!".

{Lee's Final Form: Her Anonymity's Curse}

- This form's purpose is to push people away from the 'Marked', to treat them like a monster as anyone would fall into enternal slumber once they get close to them.

*The Marked back in the day, are essentially cultists that worship His Eminence. They are recognized by the scratch marks given to them by His Eminence (just like what Lee and Li have)

- It can be activated by chanting an incantation (that has been lost through translation and is literally garbled) or when His Eminence is in/near the area.

- It's a curse Her Anonymity inflicted on the Marked after she was banished from the land because of her disrespect to His Eminence.

- This curse is genetical and cannot be removed, meaning that if a Marked had a child, it would pass on to them even if they were born without a mark (though that was rare, to be born without a mark).

- The curse, although unremovable, can be weakened.

- Back in the day, when his Eminence was at his prime, the Marked's curse can't even dissipate like Lee's, though after generations and generations, it can be turned off, granted it would take all of the Marked's energy to stop it from being on forever.

- Other Markeds are not affected by the curse; meaning that if one Marked had opened their curse circle and another Marked is in the area, the other Marked would not be affected by it.

- The curse can spread up to 7 km maximum, and that depends on whether or not the Marked can stop the curse from spreading it's influence.

TRANSLATION: Me estás tomando el pelo - "Are you kidding me"

나가세요 - "Get out"

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+Bonus Scenes; Recovery+

(bc we love hurt/comfort and soft boys in this household)

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TFA X ROTTMNT crossover imagine Idea:

What if back when Splinter was Lou Jitsu he got spirited away in the TFA universe as a cybertronian thanks to a magical artifact long time ago before the first autobots-decepticons War, became a Gladiator against his will, meet Megatron and end up becoming "Friends" with him, build himself a reputation among Cybertronians and became a Well known History figure After managing to get his Freedom back and managed to get all the other Gladiator, Megatron included, free?

What if years After Lou Jitsu managed to get back to his universe and the ROTTMNT canon happen the turtles found the Magic artifact, end up in the TFA universe turned into cybertronians and two of them are warframes while the other two are civilframe?

I got way into this AU crossover the more I wrote about it and I just want to say that you, my friend, are a genius for coming up with it.

-Lou Jitsu's alter ego when he was a cybertronian was Splinter. Yeah, I'm basic like that. His alt mode would have been either a jet or a race car though I'm a bit partial to him having a car alt mode, simply because I could really see him turning into some flashy 80's sport car.

-Becoming a really popular gladiator not only for his fighting skills but also for bringing in his theatrics to the ring. They don't know that but whenever he wants to seem cool he says a one liner from one of his movies. The crowd ate it up every time. He's also really handsome as a bot so he's got a ton of fans.

-Ok but wouldn't be really cool if Splinter kinda revolutionized the cyber-ninja scene??? Like, up until his appearance it had kinda stagnated but when he shows up and shows up his amazing moves all the cyber-dojos go "YOOOOOO, THAT'S FUCKING AWESOME" and he basically starts the cyber-ninja renaissance. He also probably gets offered to become the leader of his own dojo but he declines the offer because he doesn't wanna abandon his new gladiator-buddies.

-Young Yoketron being his pupil??? Showing up one day like Genos in One Punch man and begging for Splinter to become his master??? YOKETRON YELLING "HOT SOUP" EVEN THOUGH HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS???

Prowl: Master, is it true that you trained under the master Splinter?

Yoketron: Yes, my pupil, I indeed did.

Prowl: Amazing, I've heard so much about him. What was he like?

Yoketron: He was... very wise. *flashback to Splinter forgetting how to use his brakes while in alt mode and crashing into a wall*

-Also, as for the brothers, if two of them are warframes then I imagine it being Raph and Leo. Raph because, well, he's built like a brick, it makes sense, and Leo because his weapons are the most lethal, made to kill. Also, Raph would be a tank while Leo would be a jet. Meanwhile, Donnie's alt mode would be like a microscope/telescope or something while Mikey would be a racer, either a motorcycle or a race car. I just want Mikey to have wheels on his pedes and rollerblade around while fighting.

-I also want some cyber-ninja dojo to 'discover' Mikey's talents, both as a ninja and spiritually, and taking him in. And Mikey can't tell them the truth, that he's already trained, so he has to pretend to be a newbie but instead he comes off as an actual genius, a prodigy only seen once every eon (he is a prodigy though so they're not too far off). Mikey shows them his 'magic hands' and the old coots practically faint.

-Meanwhile, Donnie gets similarly 'discovered' by the autobot Ministry of Science when they take notice of his remarkable intelligence and honestly? Donnie eats up the attention and praise. Perceptor and Wheeljack are fighting over who gets to mentor him and Donnie just does "Gentlemen, please, the answer is obvious; You both teach me everything you know. I want to know it all."

-Splinter, after becoming a mutant, turns into a cybertronian again but he looks really different so no one recognizes him. He's a beast-former now with a rat alt mode, about the height of Bumblebe (maybe even shorter). He kinda radiates this mystical air though, only perceivable to those with more spiritual senses, like Prowl.

Edit: Added some ideas of what Bot-Splinter would look like, both before and after mutating.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #AU #crossover #art #lou jitsu #splinter #tfa/rottmnt crossover au

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sadakorosee · 1 year

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Friends fight too

all turtles x fem!reader (platonic, best friend relationships)

summary: friends fight all the time and sometimes it gets a bit too far

A/N: this is probably my, like, 5th angst fanfic of these turtles. told ya im the expert when it's angst; i like to break people's hearts ;)

"the best fights don't occur between strangers. they occur between friends who trust each other." - chuck palahniuk

It was a cool simple Tuesday night when the turtles and you went out for your patrol. You're a still in training to become part of their team as a female ninja - a kunoichi. You've trained under their watch and Splinter's but mostly Splinter. The turtles, when not occupied to save the city under Chief Vincent's order, would train you.

Even Mikey. Yes. His classes aren't easy to catch up especially when he's hyped about you joining their team. He makes sure you eat enough so you can build a muscle.

"Don't be as bad as Raph, though." He said one time and with sharp ears, Raph threw a spare shoe at Mikey's head and knocked him over.

Almost 9 months into training, you were 87% ready according to Donnie's statistics. A week or two and you'll be 100% ready depending on your confidence.

Whoever said ninjutsu was easy, they're nuts. Here you are in your early 20s learning extensive martial arts, you are sure your legs are going to give out the moment you're in real combat.

Which is happening right now - Donnie's monitors picked up movements from a factory 10 minutes from their whereabouts and Casey Jones, who is now the NYPD's lead detective, contacted them that there was a gang infiltrated the place. The turtles responded.

"We'll be there by truck." Leo informed Casey and turned to you, "Head back to the lair."

"Wait, I'm not going with you? I'm almost full-on kunoichi."

"It's too dangerous, y/n. You're not ready for this combat yet."

"So I head straight to the lair after my 9-5 job to do my training despite being in my 20s and busted my ass doing the training and you're benching me? What the fuck, Leo?" You were pissed. What's the point of training so hard if he's pushing you away from real combat?

"Guys, we have to go." Donnie called. Without further arguments, you ended up following them to their mission.

Part of you was excited but deep down, you were nervous. Perhaps Leo was right; maybe you weren't 100% ready and into the mission.

"You okay, angel?" Mikey interrupted your thoughts and nudged your knee. "It's alright, I'll protect you! Just stay behind my back and fight as many bad people as you can!"

Oh, that much you could do and it was easy bringing down human fighters. There were 30 of them against 5 of you. It was a piece of cake until-

Whatever these gang wanted to retrieve, it was important to them as they're willing to hold down 4 large turtles and cut their skin with their blades while you stood there with a grey suitcase in your hand, threatening to throw it into a pit of fire below you. Above you was a gap to the rooftop, a chance for you to escape with the suitcase to your reinforcements outside waiting for you; Casey.

You were about to escape until you see their leader taking out a shotgun that brings down large animals and you knew it was enough to kill the turtles with one shot. Their shells may be bulletproof but their physical bodies weren't.

"Give us the suitcase, little girl, or your mutant friend's head will explode in pieces." The gun pointed at Mikey's head and he exclaimed, trying to struggle his way out but there were more than 5 men holding him down.

"Run, y/n! Get out of here!" Raph shouted but all you heard was ringing in your ears. You froze. You started wheezing at the thought of your friends getting taken down by a shotgun.

You made a huge mistake.

You didn't remember a thing - as soon as your mind was clear, you were outside the now burnt down factory but the suitcase you thought you were holding was gone. Your fists formed into a ball and repeatedly hitting yourself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The ride back to the lair was dead silent, even Mikey didn't look too happy. The truck abruptly stopped at an empty undercross bridge, away from the main lights and city. The turtles stepped outside and this was it; you knew they were furious at something- or rather, someone.

"What the heck were you thinking, y/n? You had that suitcase with you and you had that chance to escape to Casey." Leo started, calm on the outside but pissed on the inside. He towered over you as he speaks, "If you didn't play hero, this case would've been closed."

"Why the heck did you stay up there?" Raph's critic came after.

"Now the suitcase is gone. It was our only source to ever find these gangs. They're tougher than the foot clan." Donnie remained calm but his arms were crossed staring at you. "All evidence of them existing, just gone."

"y/n.." no, not Mikey too. "You could've ran and save yourself. We'd be totally okay."

"They were gonna shoot you, Mike. I can't--"

"Didn't I say you weren't ready for this? And what did you do then? Full-on kunoichi, you say? Not even close to our level," Leo went up to your face, scaring you for the first time. "You screwed up our plans all because you were too cocky to admit you can't be like us. Master Splinter was wrong about you being the addition to our team."

Strike one: to the heart.

"If you weren't stupid enough to freeze like a deer caught in headlights, the cops wouldn't look at us like we're a joke. Thanks to you, by the way." Raph scoffed, eyes glaring at your shaking figure.

Strike two.

"If only you had stayed behind." You couldn't believe your ears when Donnie mumbled that but you caught on, tears pooling down your cheeks.

Strike three.

Mikey stayed silent the whole time they criticized you and went inside the truck. The 4 of them got so caught up in their own feelings and disappointment, they drove off back to the lair not realizing they left you behind in the streets all by yourself.

Just like that - something in you snapped and as the last tear dropped to the wet ground, so does your body.

The beautiful April O'Neil entered the lair 5 days after the accident happened with Chinese food takeouts and Casey walking in behind her with boxes of pizzas. "Hey, guys! Food's here!" Casey called out and immediately all 4 turtles rushed towards their human friends. Mikey practically hogged two pizza boxes but Casey smacked his hand away. "Excuse you. Ladies first." He winked at April.

After the turtles thanked them, Leo broke the ice, "How's everything at the precinct, Case?"

"Actually, we got a lead on the gang's movement. We have our spy with them."

"That was quick." Donnie commented.

"Uh, have you heard from y/n lately?" Raph asked, causing tension in the air. While the turtles looked at each other guiltily, they failed to realize Casey and April sharing looks.

"Have you?" Donnie realized his human friends weren't answering. He turned to April this time. "April?"

"Wait-" Casey pulled April aside, far enough so the turtles don't hear them whispering, "We were instructed not to tell them, April. She said-"

"I know.. she said not to tell but--"

"Guys!" Raph's voice boomed the lair, flinching at how loud he was being. "Sorry but are you hiding something from us? Did something happen to y/n?"

All April could do right now was shaking her head, her facial expression gloomed.

Both April and Casey's phone dinged at the same time. Looking at each other curiously, they looked down their phones. Slowly, the message registered in their heads and without saying anything, they rushed out of the lair leaving the turtles bewildered.

The turtles haven't heard from April and Casey for 2 hours. Whatever the message they received, it was involving their 5th member; you.

Unable to sit still, the 4 of them followed Casey's GPS.

"Casey's at the PD?" Leo frowned. "Then there's nothing to worry about, right?" When Donnie didn't answer and looked as if he's concentrating on something, Leo caught on. "You hacked into Casey's phone and listening to the conversation?"

"What-- uhh yeah," Donnie chuckled guiltily. "But nothing's happening. He's just catching up with another case that's-- hey, it's April's voice!" Donnie put on a speaker for the rest to hear.

"Hey, how's everything going?" Casey asked her.

"It doesn't look good, Case.. They called me at 2am saying her heartbeat stopped from the toxins and managed to revive her back to life but then she had a seizure." April's voice trembled, followed by sniffing. "She was fine when we picked her up that night and told me the turtles were mad at her. They left her when she was dying, Case. I never thought--"

"It's okay."

"Wait, dying?" Mikey stepped back. "y/n's dying?"

"We don't know for sure it's y/n.. m-maybe it's--"

"y/n is a tough girl. She lasted long in that mission. I didn't even know she was stabbed and injured badly. She-- she's good at hiding her pain, April. At least we found her on time."

"T-They're talking about y/n!" Mikey was already sobbing.

"Toxins? Stabbed? Their blades were poisoned," Donnie barely whispered, stepping back in disbelief by what they just overhead. Raph was pacing in the background; Leo had his head down. They will always recall the night they criticize you - yes, they were disappointed they failed the mission but half of them feared for your life that night.

They nearly lost April to Shredder throwing her off Sacks building and they didn't want to repeat that mistake again but history repeats itself.

The PD had built a secret entry for the turtles' transportation to go through and that's where they're headed immediately after finding out what happened to you.

"Chief Vincent." The brothers walked into the PD, their tall forms towering over all the cops and staffs there. They were told to keep their existence a secrecy and they came over a lot for complicated missions so they're used to the turtles bursting into their department.

"Leonardo," Vincent greeted. "I don't remember calling you over about a case."

"We're not here for a case. We need your help with something." Leo started, then Donnie moved to the front handing her a canister with a blue chemical inside.

"This is for y/n.. we know what happened to her so I made an antidote for the toxin in her body. She'd feel more pain but this would detoxify her internal organs. She'll be in good shape after 1 week of bed rest." Donnie swallowed trying not to cry.

Don't cry, Don. Be strong.. for y/n.

"I will." Chief Vincent smiled in encouragement and put a hand on Donnie's large ones, "Don't worry. We have the best doctors to treat her. Keep her in your prayers," she flinched, "if you believe in those, though."

The antidote Donnie created worked, much to the doctors' surprise. They asked the genius behind the creation. After 1 painful week of your body detoxing, you finally opened your eyes to bright lights and the holter monitor annoying you. You finally recall the past events and your body shot up, forgetting the sharp pain on your lower abdomen. You hissed by the excruciating feeling.

"y/n, hey hey hey, it's me April." April held you back from moving so much. As if your reaction says it all, she sighed, "You got poisoned on your last mission. Did you remember?"

Oh yeah, you remember - when your body hit the ground, you were conscious for a while and pressed the emergency button to whoever's responding. The turtles didn't have their own personal phone, except Donnie's communication device, so it was April that came to the rescue. All you remember was being brought to the emergency room and doctors asking you questions. You blacked out after that.

"Yeah." you responded, voice half gone. April handed her water. "How long was I out?"

"15 days."

"Feels like centuries." You grumbled.

April laughed, "Actually, you died like twice and the hospital couldn't find other solutions to help you. Luckily, our friend created an antidote for you after they found out." You frowned. "I know you said not to tell them but Donnie hacked Casey's phone when they overheard me talking. He actually thought I didn't know." She winked at the end.

You finally got discharged and went straight to the Chief Vincent, who helped with your treatment.

"Chief, I'm sorry I screwed up on our last mission. Don't blame the turtles; they were trapped and I was the one holding the suitcase that night. I should've ran and hand it to you."

"Well, sometimes things don't go our way. But the good news, our medical team managed to track down the poison that came from your body and traced it to a well-known dealer in (F/C/N). Thanks to you, our team is already there apprehending them." She put a hand on your shoulder. "Good job, l/n."

"Good job but at the cost of my life." You grumbled.

April chuckled and put her arms around you. "Wanna see our turtle friends? They've been waiting for your return."

It felt like years since you last walked into the lair, when it's only been 15 days. Even though you missed the turtles, you were anxious. If they weren't so concerned about looking good infront of the humans and paid attention to your injury, none of this would have happened.

But you were at fault too and you accepted that.

"Guys!! Guess who's home!" April yelled out, surprising you a bit cause you were deep in your thoughts.

You heard loud footsteps running towards you and without warning, Mikey landed infront of you making you scream in surprise.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, it's me Mikey! We're cool!" he stepped back after seeing your terrified expression.

The rest huddled up infront of you asking questions here and there until April pushed them away. "Guys, she just got discharged; go back a bit. And no Mikey, she did not see Rihanna at the hospital."

You waved meekly. "Hey, guys."

Raph couldn't help himself and hauled you up in a gentle hug, his chin over your shoulder. "You dumbass. Don't you ever do that again." He forgets about his dignity and sobbed after finally hugging you. Feeling your flesh against his. You were alive. You're in his arms.

Donnie came next and hugged you gently, your arms around his neck. Of course, you didn't miss him sniffing. "Thank goodness the antidote worked. I-I was desperate to make it for you a-and if it didn't work, y-y-y--"

"Okay, braniac." You pulled away laughing, wiping his overflowing tears from his cheek. "It worked and it was hell for me but my body is healthy, thanks to you." You kissed his forehead.

"And you--" you turned around to see Mikey waiting for his hug and you jumped into his arms. "If I die, who's going to finish our hip hop Christmas album?"

"I'm not finishing it without you, angel." Mikey sobbed.

Then finally, Leo. Man, he was getting antsy waiting for his turn to properly welcome you home. And apologize to you earnestly. When you turned around to hug Leo, he was bowing 90 degrees at you. Your eyes widened.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Leo remained still in his position. "I was angry and blinded by my pride that I overlooked my own team member and sister who was injured badly to the brink of death. For that, I'm truly sorry and I'm willing to accept any punishment you're giving me."

"Any punishment, you say?"

"Yes." His fists shaped into a ball.

"Buy me Baskin Robbins, choco mint flavoured and--" Leo looked up when you paused and thought he'd be seeing you angry or upset but instead sees you forming tears in your eyes, "--a hug from you. I haven't gotten a hug from you ever since I started my training."

Leo reacted and hugged you so tight you might suffocate to death but you didn't care.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt angst #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 6 months

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Training Buddies

2003!Raphael x Ninja!reader

You - a ninja in their own right - has been taken to the Lap of the Gods, where you train alongside four other humans and four mutant turtles, in order to take down the Tengu Shredder. But as irritated and frustrated you are, you can’t help but take notice of a turtle dressed in red.

Warning: None

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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the rooftops of the so-called Lap of the Gods. The temple that the ninja tribunal resided in. It was quiet, but not entirely still. In a hidden dojo deep inside one of the temples, the Ninja Tribunal trained their chosen acolytes, keeping a close eye on their every move.

You were currently sitting on the outer line of the dojo, along with the other acolytes, watching Donatello and Adam going at it without there in a hand to hand combat.

How the hell did you get yourself into this? One moment you were training with your sensei in the comfort of your own home, and the next you woke up in a pile of hay. You never asked for this, nor did you wish to fight a demon you knew nothing of.

“Higher!”, Chikara yelled, causing Donatello to kick high, almost kicking Adam in the face.

“Harder!”, Juto called out, making sure Adam’s punch was so hard it could break Donatello’s shell, if Adam’s fist hadn’t planted into the ground, the moment Donatello dodged.

You did not like this. Not at all. With every punch and kick, you feared one of them would get injured. And that meant someone else had to go into the ring and fight. And having seen the skills of the other acolytes, you did not wish to do that.

“Enough!”, Kon called out, causing both Adam and Donatello to cease their fighting. “You still have much training to do, both of you. Now step to the side”. Both Donatello and Adam bowed, only glad to get out of the ring without any major injuries. As they went to sit down, they both helped each other look at the few bruises they had.

Hisomi did a quick overview of the acolytes, before pointing out the next one to enter the ring. To your dread, it was you. You went into the ring, watching as Hisomi picked out your opponent.

Raphael.

Your stomach dropped a bit, and your hands got clammy. The angry turtle. You had seen him and his brother train on their own, so you knew he had a hard punch.

Raphael went into the circle, cracking his knuckles on the way. But you noticed the look in his eyes. Irritation. The same thing you had been feeling, ever since you came to this place. Well, you were happy that at least one person felt the same way as you did.

Under the watchful eyes of the Tribunal, you and Raphael honed your skills, pushing yourselves to the limit. Every strike, every block, every movement was executed with precision. The training was intense. Your limbs would be aching the next day, and you could already feel it.

Raphael was relentless. His punches came flying over and over again, making you jump, dodge and block in what seemed like a never ending fight, as Juto and Chikara kept yelling commands to the two of you. You thought that Raphael would be getting tired at this point, but he didn’t show any signs of exhaustion. You, on the other hand, was pretty sure you looked like you were about to pass out.

Raphael chuckled, finding your fighting skills amusing, if not cute. "Never thought I'd find someone who could keep up," he muttered, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction in your voice. To your surprise his praise did lift your spirits a little. "You're not too shabby yourself, Raphael."

The red clad turtle smirked a little at that comment.

Finally getting tired of fighting, Raphael went tackling you. Me managed to knock your legs out under you, but to his surprise, you grabbed on to him, pulling him down with you in your fall. The laughter that erupted from Michelangelo described the scene very well. You had landed with your back on the floor, with Raphael on top of you, his face mere centimeters from yours, bracing himself from crushing you, by resting on his forearms.

“Enough!” Kon’s voice silenced Michelangelo and had you and Raphael scrabbling to your feet, faces red and flustered. “You showed energy and power, but the two of you still have a lot to learn. Step aside".

With your face still red, you went back to the place where you sat before, just in time before Leonardo and Faraji went into the ring. At your side, you could hear Michelangelo tease Raphael. The teasing didn’t stop before Chikara smacked him upon his head.

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After the late training had ended, and all of the acolytes was sent to bed, you found yourself tossing and turning in your sheets, unable to sleep. You had been in the Lab of the Gods for a few days now, yet the temple still felt like a strange cold place to you. At night you didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep, and during the day you were frustrated and irritated.

Giving up on trying to sleep, you decided to take a walk around the building, in which the acolytes sleeping quarters were located. You walked out of your and Joy’s shared room, and the hall and up the next floor, where Adam, Faraji and Tora had their beds. You walked past their room and up to the next floor, where the turtles, their rat master and the old man had their room. As you walked down the hall, you saw the shoji was slightly ajar, revealing their sleeping forms in their room. You wondered how they could sleep so soundly, as if they didn’t worry at all.

Your eyes fell upon Raphael. He was laying on his side, facing where you stood, his blanket tucked tight around him and his breath calm. You had noticed while you were fighting that he had some… noteworthy features. Other than him being a turtle obviously. He did have a nice looking face, that you did enjoy looking at.

You shook your head at yourself. You were admiring a turtle. You must be losing it. It was probably best if you left, before anybody noticed you looking into their room. But as you walked to the stairs that led to the next floor, you didn’t notice Raphael opening his eyes, watching as you walked away.

You went up the stairs and you found yourselves on the rooftop, overlooking the temple complex. The cold air was crisp, and the distant sound of the wind was drowned out by the tranquility of the moment. You went to the ledge of the roof and sat down, before admiring the surrounding temples and mountains.

“Why ain’t ya sleeping?”

Shocked, you turned to look at the source of the voice. You found Raphael standing behind, arms crossed and eyes looking down at you. You felt your ears getting hot.

“Uhm… I just… I couldn’t sleep”.

Raphael cocked his brow. “Well, I guess that makes sense”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling a bit awkward. You turned back towards the few once more. Raphael still stood behind you, watching the back of your head for a moment, before finally deciding to sit down next to you.

Raphael leaned against the rooftop's ledge, his eyes scanning the skyline. You joined him, your gaze mirroring his, looking at the stars above. Silence fell upon the two of you, and for the first time in a long while, you actually felt some sort of comfort.

Raphael turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. There was a warmth in his gaze, a depth that spoke of more than just the battle the two of you had just fought together.

“Ya did really good in there”, he said, his tone quieter than usual. "Guess we make a good team".

"Yeah… we do," you replied, a subtle smile on your face.

Silence fell upon you once again, the two of you trying to think of something to say. Once again, it was Raphael that broke the silence.

“If ya want, I could help you train”. He started rubbing the back of his neck while his eyes stayed on the sky. “Ya really good at defense, but maybe ya would like to learn a little more of, ya know, direct attacks?”

“I would really like that, Raphael”, you said, biting back a smile that was fighting its way to your lips.

“Great”, Raphael said with a smile.

In that moment, beneath the moonlit sky and surrounded by the echoes of the wind swirling between temples and mountains, a connection formed that transcended the training and the battles. Unspoken feelings and thoughts lingered in the air, and as you exchanged glances, it became clear that something more than friendship had blossomed between you and Raphael.

In the days that followed, a camaraderie developed between you and Raphael. The two of you would train together everyday, finding spare time outside of your training with the Ninja Tribunal, teaching each other every little trick you knew. The harsh training sessions created a bond that went beyond the physical. Over a short time, the two of you had gained an understanding of each other without the need for words. Raphael's tough exterior began to soften in your presence, and you found solace in the quiet moments shared between drills.

Raphael’s brothers obviously noticed this, and there was no end to the amount of things they would shout after the two of you. Normally Raph would rage at them - especially Mikey - for teasing him like that. Now he would just shoot them a glare, before telling them to leave him alone. He was busy.

Everything came to a head, one evening when the two of you were training outside in the dark, away from his brother's annoying comments. You were focusing on your attacks, with Raph blocking and dodging them. It sort of became a thing between the two of you, to tease each other while training. You both found it amusing, and would use it to egg each other on.

“If I didn’t know better, (Y/N), I would think you were getting weak”, he said, dodging one of your kicks. “Maybe a little slow?”

“I will give you weak and slow”, you said with an amused smile, driving a punch aimed at his face.

Raph caught your fist with his hand, pulling at it, causing you to fall towards him with a yelp, placing your hands on his shoulders to support yourself. He caught you with his other arm, wrapping it around you mid section.

“Slow”, he said, dropping your fist so he could wrap his other arm around you.

“Lies”, you said, trying your hardest not to think about how close you were standing. “And I’m not weak”.

“Are you sure about that?”

“100 procent”.

“Let’s see about that”.

Before you could ask Raphael what he meant, he took your face in his right hand, before placing a kiss on your lips. Getting over the initial shock, you hummed in response before kissing him back.

The two of you pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes. Raph smiling like bright.

“No, you’re right. I’m the one that’s weak”. He placed his forehead against yours. “Weak for you”.

You chuckled and smacked his arm, calling him a cheesy idiot. But Raph just laughed before pulling you into another kiss.

Maybe training to fight a demon wasn’t so bad after all.

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