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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: swearing, angst, implied smut

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

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Part 11

The next few days were monotonous. Most mornings, I would go to the gym. Then I'd head off to work. After work, I'd take Perrin for a walk. We stopped at the dog park a few times to throw the ball. Then I'd go home and read or watch tv. After dinner, I would FaceTime Liam before falling asleep.

Although I missed him terribly, it had been good to have some space. I was able to think about us a bit. Liam was always great on the phone, a gentleman even. Yes, he flirted with me and made inappropriate comments, but they were always in context. I'd be lying if I said I didn't flirt with him back. But it was nice to get to know him better, and I decided I definitely liked him as a person and a lover. He was sweet, sincere, funny and warm, the same as he was when he was Will. He seemed to accept who I was. There were no digs at me, maybe some friendly ribbing, but it seemed he liked me too. We spent a lot of time laughing. We had a similar sense of humour.

He opened up about some of his past relationships, how he felt about them and what went wrong. A lot of the times, he admitted to fault, especially in the early ones. I talked a bit about Andy but kept a lot back. No doubt, he noticed.

Thursday afternoon changed everything.

Liam called me when I was driving home from work at about four-thirty. It broke with our routine. We usually spoke around nine o'clock. I answered the phone, and Liam's voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, Sweetheart. How was your day?"

I smiled at this now familiar greeting. "Really good, Liam. How was yours? Have you finished work already?"

"Yeah, good. I'm supposed to stay for another hour, but I wasn't needed, so I left." Liam paused and said, "Listen, Lana, I have to tell you something."

"Oh, no."

"Yesterday, a parent from your school saw the pictures of us." I went cold. I was 10 minutes from my house, but I pulled over. "She left a message on one of the pictures that you look like a teacher from her kid's school." Oh shit. "Anyway, this morning, you were on duty at the "kiss and drop", whatever that is."

Robotically I said, "it's where the parents drop the kids off at school without getting out of the car." I could see where this is as going.

"Right." He sounded strange but continued. "Well, they took a picture of you, put that side by side with the others. Long story short, Sarah was called to confirm your name."

"Oh, for fucks sake." I was pissed off. "What did she tell them?"

"She said she couldn't confirm or deny."

"In other words, yes, but my boss said, don't say anything."

"That's a bit unfair, Lana. She can't lie to them, or they won't bother calling her when they get a story. They will just run it because they can't trust what she says."

"Fuck this," I said and hung up on Liam.

I slammed my foot down on the accelerator and spun the tires. I had a Toyota Camry SX. It's sort of sporty, but it's not meant to be driven like that, but I was fuming. Liam rang again, but I ignored it. I backed off and slightly and rounded a corner, tires chirping as I went. I fumbled in my bag, driving one-handed until I found and lit a cigarette. As stupid as it was, I drove the rest of the way home like that.

When I got home, I quickly changed into my Draggin jeans, leather jacket and riding boots. I grabbed my helmet, gloves and went for a ride.

I loved being on the bike. Andy was the first guy I'd been with who rode. I remembered the first time he got me on the bike. He hadn't even let the clutch out, and I screamed and jumped off. The second time was better, and I went around the block before I got off. The third time, I was hooked. I loved holding onto his waist as we rode, my chest pressed against his back, my thighs touching his, my hands under his t-shirt. I loved the heavy thrumming of the bike, the wind whistling past. It was exciting, erotic, but also calming. Calming is what I needed.

I was so angry. Not at Liam or Sarah. Or even the bitch who outed me or the others who put my photo out there in the first place. I didn't know who I was angry with. Hollywood? Gossip? Social media? Myself? Maybe I was mad at myself. I deserved it. I'd turned my back on Andy, fucked another guy, and now I'm in a relationship with him, according to public record. Every time someone googles my name, his will come up.

The parents at school will give me looks, and I won't know what they are thinking. Will they be laughing at me? And if it didn't work out, everyone would know. I would have to go through a break up while everyone watched, picked at it, chose sides and commented.

I rode for about an hour up through the Blue Mountains. When I stopped for petrol at Wentworth Falls, my thoughts had settled, and I was thinking clearer. I stopped at a cafe, got a coffee and checked my phone. Liam had called twice more and sent a few messages. Riza had called and texted me.

I checked Riza's first. It was a link to an article, Liam Cross's Secret Aussie Lover. Her text simply said, "Jen just found this. Call me if you need me." I didn't click the link.

I checked Liam's. He said he wants to make sure I'm ok. Then he said he wants to come over and talk to me.

I called Liam. He seemed to answer before it even rang. "Sweetheart. Are you ok?" He sounded a bit frantic.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"I knew you'd be upset."

"Upset is one thing. I snapped at you and blamed Sarah. You're right. It's not her fault."

"Lana, don't worry about that. Did you read the article?"

"No."

Liam was quiet a while. Then he said, "Are you ok now?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. I just needed some time to calm down." I let out a short laugh. "I am a redhead after all. I have a temper."

Liam laughed, "Do I have to be worried about being stabbed in my sleep?"

"Nah, being a redhead wouldn't make me do that. I get that part of me from being a Scorpio."

"I don't know whether to be scared or turned on right now."

I smirked, "Why not be both?"

Liam laughed and then got serious. "You sure you're ok? Do you want me to come over? I almost did get in my car when you wouldn't answer."

"Stalker," I teased.

"And that's why I didn't."

"I'm not at home anyway."

"Where are you?"

"I took off on the bike to clear my head. I'm in the mountains right now."

"The mountains?"

"Yeah, the Blue Mountains. Look west tomorrow, and you'll see them."

"I'll do that." Liam paused. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you too. Bye, Liam."

"Bye, Sweetheart."

I finished my coffee and rode home.

I texted Riza to let her know I was ok. I played with Perrin. I texted my brother to remind him to pick Perrin up tomorrow afternoon. I ate some dinner before packing my bag for tomorrow and went to bed. It was a long time before I finally fell into a restless sleep.

Liam Cross's Secret Aussie Lover

"Pictures of Liam Cross, 38, with an unknown female were circulating on social media earlier this week, and tongues were set wagging.

"Users were quick to put their detective hats on and tracked down Cross's new flame late yesterday. The woman was identified as Mrs Alana Walker, 30, Sydneysider, and special education teacher. Not much else is known about Mrs Walker other than she was widowed in 2017. Her husband, Andrew Walker, and father Brian Kelly were killed in a horrific Boxing Day crash when his car was destroyed by a truck driver who had a medical incident behind the wheel.

"Sources close to Cross say that he has been elated the past couple of months, and now they know why. They hope for his sake that this relationship will not be plagued by scandal like his previous relationships.

"For now, Cross's camp is remaining tight-lipped on the situation. While they don't deny a relationship, they will not confirm it.

"Cross is currently in Sydney for an adaptation of the widely popular and romantic fantasy epic Beyond the Stones series by C. W. Taylor. He will co-star alongside Australian Myra Roberts with an expected release in the northern hemisphere winter of 2022."

I woke on Friday morning and laid in bed for a while. I should have gone to the gym, but I just couldn't get my body to move. I wanted to chuck a sickie, blow off the whole day, maybe go for a swim, or just watch movies all day. I had an urge to watch Kill Bill for some reason. But I couldn't do that to the kids.

I knew I was just trying to avoid the parents at school. I'm sure most of them know by now. Gossip runs rampant at the school gate. We've all seen Big Little Lies. Probably all the staff knew too. It was one of those days where I wish I could just press fast forward and get to the part where I see Liam again. I didn't want to miss out on that.

In the end, I got up, showered and got ready for work. I tamed my hair, put on my war paint and dressed in black work pants, ballet flats and a pink knitted cardigan.

I started to pack my bag for the weekend, trying to work out what outfits I needed. I had decided what I wanted to wear for dinner tonight, but I didn't know what to wear to bed. Would I even need anything to wear? I blushed at the thought. I packed a basic set of pyjamas. I added jeans and a couple of t-shirts, a hoodie and my Dr Martens. I put some pretty underwear in there too. I didn't have much, just a white lace set which Liam had already seen and two black lace sets. I packed them all.

My phone beeped, and I got a message from Liam. It was a picture of his face all sweaty from working out. He had his tongue sticking out. He had written, I was going to send you a picture of my cock but thought that was a bit vulgar. So I decided to send you a picture of another part of my body that's going to fuck you tonight. Can't wait x.

My whole body grew hot, my stomach filled with butterflies, and I giggled. I started to reply with 'cheeky bastard', but then I had an idea. I sent him a picture of my face with my mouth open in an O shape, and I rested a finger on the corner of my lower lip. I wrote, I was going to send you a picture of my pussy but thought it was a bit obvious. So I sent you a picture of another part of my body that's going to get fucked tonight. X

Within a minute, I got a reply of: Game on, Sweetheart.

Well, if Liam wants to play a game, I can play a game.

I pulled my pyjamas out of my bag and put in a satin shift, pretty much my only sexy bedclothes. I thought about what other sexy photos I could take and packed a few other things. Then I made my lunch and headed off to work.

I rang Riza on the way to work. She asked me about how I was feeling. I told her I was dealing with it, but I said no more about it. I asked Riza about how she and Jen were going, and she said we would meet up soon.

"I miss you," she said.

"Yeah, I miss you too. Talk soon, ok?"

"Yeah, have a good weekend slut! Tell Liam I said hi."

"Suck a dick Riz."

We hung up, and almost immediately, Dave calls.

He doesn't say hello or anything, just launches in with, "Are you dating Liam Cross?" Fuck. "One of Lucy's friends just sent her an article about you and him."

No use denying it then. "Yeah, I am. He's the one I'm spending the weekend with." I braced for his reply.

"Fuck me dead. My fucking little sister is rooting Liam fucking Cross." His voice didn't sound angry. He sounded impressed.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not a big deal. Just don't forget to get Perrin and don't tell Mum."

"Not a big deal? The kids will go crazy when they meet him."

"Dave, we are hardly at the point where we are meeting families."

"Yeah, alright, keep your shirt on."

"I'll come by Sunday arvo to pick Perrin up?"

"Wanna stay for dinner?"

"Yeah, ok. See you then."

I ended the call and got to work not long after that. I went straight to my classroom, trying to avoid everyone. There was one person I couldn't avoid, and that was Marla, my teacher's aide. She was in her late 50s, though, so I thought she would be pretty safe. She didn't mention anything all morning, which was a relief.

At lunchtime, I stayed in the classroom. I told Marla I had some work to do, so she left me alone. I checked my phone and found a message from Liam.

It was a picture of Liam drinking from a bottle of pineapple juice, and it said, Me hydrating for tonight x.

His innuendo made me chuckle, but I had planned for something like this. I took a selfie of myself with a banana in my mouth and sent it with the caption: Presumptive much? Me carbo-loading for tonight.

Liam replied a little later with, I can't decide if I'm winning because my pics are better or if I'm still winning because yours are better.

Marla came back into the classroom about halfway through lunch. She pottered around the room, trying to look busy. She kept looking over at me. I felt myself start to panic. She wasn't acting like that this morning. She must know now. They all must know. I started wondering what everyone was saying about me in the staff room. They had probably sent Marla back to the classroom to see what information they could get out of me. The panic receded, and anger filled the void.

Eventually, I lost my temper. "Have you got something to say, Marla?"

Marla had the good grace to look ashamed. "No. Nothing."

I crossed my arms. "What are they saying?"

Marla sighed, "honestly? They're mostly pretty stoked about it. Happy for you."

I let my arms fall. My vision went a bit blurry. "Really?"

Marla came over and leaned against the table, and rubbed my back. "Oh, Darl, yeah, most of us remember what it was like for you. We just want you to be happy."

I smiled at her, but the tears still came. Marla gave me a tissue. "Thanks, Marla." I sniffed, "ugh, the parents, though. I'm not looking forward to that."

Marla smiled and said, "don't worry about it, Darl. I'll fill in for ya this arvo, and you can do my Wednesday lunch duty. How's that?" I thanked her. Relieved, I hugged her and cleaned myself up.

When school had finished, I made a mad dash to the car park. I knew I was just putting off the inevitable. I'd have to show my face in front of the parents sooner or later, but I decided it was Monday's problem.

I checked my phone before I headed off to Liam's place. He had sent me a shirtless picture of himself with some rope curled up around his shoulder and written, One of my costumes has a rope. It made me think of you. I'm about to leave. See you soon.

Dammit, I couldn't think of a response to that one! I sat and thought about it for ages. I was not about to give in easily. Then it came to me. I got my water bottle and one of my spare undies from my overnight bag. I wet them a bit, put the underwear and water bottle on the bag and took a picture of them both. I wrote. My water bottle leaked in my bag, and my panties got wet. It made me think of you. I'm on my way.

The three circles came up within seconds, and Liam sent, You are in so much trouble, Sweetheart. Park around the back.

And because I can't control my tongue in real life or texts, I wrote back, That's what she said.

I didn't wait for a reply. I just put an audiobook on and drove.

Part 12

#original character #original fiction #romantic story #happy ever after

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inessencedevided · 4 years

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The Untamed, episode 46 - watching notes

Full disclosure: I'm not in a particularly good mood today. Have you seen that "no productivity. Only guild." Meme flying around? That's me today :|

Hopefully this will distract me (though distraction was the problem in the first place 🙈)

I apologise for any typos you'll finde in this post 😅

To recap, the last thing I learned was that apparently, Jiggy married his own sister because Jin Guangshan was a scumbag who raped more women than he could possibly remember

I was told by several people that this episode is their favourite. No pressures or anything :D

The way someone is dragging up Jiggy's secrets has a lot of poetic justice to it. Everyone is outraged and gossiping. Consensus is reached quickly. Kinda makes me feel that that someone (who probably also wrote the letter to jgy) knows exactly how to use the sect world's worst qualities as a weapon

Yao what's-his-name, resident gossip queen, at it again

Don't look at me my memory is as bad as wwx when it comes to names :D

I was about to write who is Lianfang Zum again and then I remembered that it's jiggy's honorary title. See what I mean? ^^

What does it say about me that my heart makes a leap when I simply see wwx leaning close to lwj to whisper to him? 😅 I'll probably die reading the novel, that's what that says

Oh so it was the maid who sent the letter

Come on Wei Wuxian! That was cruel

Yeah Yao what's-his-name, why would you need to know the identity of who ever is behind this? It's not like you've ever been deceived before!

What's... with that bracelet?

I love it how everyone looks positively startled when Lan Wangji says something unprompted :D

Wait ... Zwei Jun is in his hands? Shit, i don't remeber what happened there. Where did Xichen go again? 😬

I'm so confused right now 🙈 I can't watch and read the subtitles and type

Okay, watched the whole conversation again, now I'm following

I reiterate my earlier statement that whoever is pulling the strings here knows exactly what strings to pull to get the clans to act

Great, another mob 🙄

Loooool

NOW you want his help? 😂

Sure, as soon as he can serve YOU with his "evil tricks", that's okay!

You can see how much wwx changed because he does not hold their hypocrisy to their faces. He mostly seemed tired of it

And Jiang Cheng just realised that wwx might indeed not be responsible for Jiang Yanli's death, didn't he? He's almost stunned 🥺

Or is BEAUTIFUL to see Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji move in such unity! 😭

Oh ... those are the graves of his foster parents, right? :(

And Yanli ... oh God I forgot about Yanli 🥺

I'm crying again. Nothing on this show will ever hit as hard to me as the Yunmeng siblings' fate

I couldn't help myself, I legitimately just stroked my laptop screen where Yanli's plate was 🥺

So many conflicting emotions

Thanks to a friendly anon, I know that these three bows together are marriage thing! 😭😭😭

So yeah, they're married now. I dont make the rules :')

Somehow, this feels like them asking wwx's foster family's blessing

And now I'm imagining Shijie smiling back at them gently and I'm crying 🥺

And by God, I love lwj's gentle teasing :')

This whole scene, he's so soft! 😭

And it think that Wei Wuxian probably thought that he'd never get to step into Lotus Pier again. But here, he can finally say his goodbyes to his Shijie properly. He can heal! 🖤

And again, I cannot stress enough how wonderful that is! And how rare and precious in a show like this. So often character's get put through unimaginable trauma, but they either brush it off no problem or the show/movie ends immediately after the main action and you are left to imagine the number it did on the character's psyche. There are so rarely fantasy shows that really dive into the emotional fallout the plot has on their characters and then give them time to heal. Thus show does both and I'm so goddamn overjoyed my it!

Come to think of it, it reminds me of a very good hurt/comfort fic 🤷‍♀️

Jiang Cheng pleae, fir once, try not to be angry immediately when you're hurting :(

He still takes special offence that lwj is there. Makes me wonder if he still feels like wwx chooses lwj over the Jiang sect and is still hurt by it 😔 (note that at the same time, he reminds wwx that he's very much not a member of the Jiang clan anymore. God, the man has not worked through his own feelings ...)

For once, as much as I love it when lwj defends wwx (especially when it's not against any physical harm, but because he doesn't want wwx to be hurt emotionally) I think him interfering with this particular conflict does not help

Okay sorry, but no! lotus pier was not destroyed because wwx saved lwj in that cave. That was just an excuse for the Wen sect. They would have come eventually anyway

Ohhh

So there's my answer

He's still hurt because he feels wwx chooses anyone else over his family, which is to say him

And he probably can't understand because their positions are so different. The (future) sect leader and the son of a (dead) servant and a rogue cultivator who never felt quite like he belonged 😔

It's so goddamn tragic how much between these two was destroyed simply because they have such a different status in society and could never quite understand each other's perspective

And again, wwx just takes it 💔

Until, that is, lwj's honour gets besmirched

Don't fight in front of Shijie 🥺

Jiang Cheng's every action screams that he still loves his brother and that amidst all that pain for his lost family, is also deep betrayal and grieve for the brother he thought he could always count on 🥺💔

Can we appreciate for a second how much this shot tells us? From Jiang Cheng's angry desperation, to Wei Wuxian's quite acceptance of his rage (which must be so confusing to Jiang Cheng and probably hurt him even more. Because fighting is always how these two resolved their issues!) to Lan Wangji who is in full on protective mode (which I find more than heartwarming,but still think probably isn't helpful rn)

He ... what?

I still don't quite understand when exactly wwx's lack of golden core shows. Why does he have a nosebleed here?

What?

Oh!

Wen Ning 😱

I get what he wants to do!

Have we ever seen him this calm and determined before?

Abd they understand 😱😱😱

The look on all of their faces! Shiiiiit

I'm crying again

Oh wangii is crying 🥺

Wen Quing 💔💔💔 I'm crying even harder just looking at her. I've MISSED her 🥺

Lan Zhan your FACE!! 😭

The way he's looking at wwx in his arms, as if he's seeing him fir the first time

And by god, I can only imagine what he must be thinking

He must be reevaluation every single interaction they had since wwx started down the path of demonic cultivation 😭

I'm a bit in awe of Wen Ning here and how much he must have been holding in. That's the steadiest and most confident he's ever been

Oh Jiang cheng 💔

That looks like a man whose entire world has just been shaken to its core

And Lan Wangji is crying so much 🥺

God I hope he doesn't blame himself even more 🥺

Aaaaaaahhhh, so that is why he wouldn't just carry the sword for appearance sake and why he just had a nosebleed!

Jiang Cheng probably needs about a month to process all that :/

And therapy ...

Aaaaaaahhhh! The boat scene! I've seen gifs! 😍😍😍

A penny for Lan Wangji's thoughts ...

Oh I'm so so so so glad that Wen Ning gets to say thank you to the man who raised his ... cousin (?) :')

Oh god we get to see!!!!

Oh little a Yuan 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I wonder now, did Lan Qiren know who the child was that his nephew suddenly brought back to cloud recess?

I'm glad that we all learned from this that keeping secrets from the people we love, especially secrets that concern them personally, will eventually come back to bide us in the ass. Than you for delivering that important lesson, wen Ning!

Which reminds me that I hope they eventually tell wwx that they know 😬

I swear to god, one of these days I will melt from the gentleness in lan Wangji's gaze :')

Shit. He had to be awake? 😳

You can pinpoint the moment Lan Wangji's heart breaks for all the suffering wwx endured and how close he came to loosing him even then 🥺

Waking like that in you lovers arms in the middle of a lotus pond - that's the dream *sighs* (minus the passing out bit)

It's weirdly cute that wwx thinks that it's Jiang Cheng's insults that have lwj so upset 😅

Oh GOOOOD ...

I can't

The moment Yanli's themes started to play and she appeared I started to bawl 😭😭😭

And he's sharing the lotus pods with them ... oh please, lwj, please understand what he's saying. That's his pove language! His sister's food was how he received love and right now he passes it on to you! Please, please understand it! 🥺

Oh lwj, don't 🙈

Awwwwww ....

He's breaking the rules for you!!! Just to make you smile!!! 😭😭

And holy shit look at their expressions 😭

By now you should know that he's willing to break the rules for you :')

And poor third wheel Wen Ning 😂

Now there are glittering butterflies???

Do they have some kind of romantic aesthetic bingo going on in this episode???

Oh okay, messenger butterflies

Please appreciate wwx almost climbing into lan Wangji's lab in excitement :D

Thay scene transition was pretty af!

Hey! Why do they bully wen Ning? 😤

*shakes wwx by the shoulders* DO YOU GET THAT HE LOVES YOU NOW???

Huh, this episode was a roller coaster. you guys did NOT exaggerate! I loved it to pieces. I'm floored once more by all the actor's performances. Wen Ning revealed a lot about his character, Jiang Cheng broke my heart, Lan Wangji made it melt and Shijie is still able to make me bawl in an instant. But ... I'm not left with a bitter feeling. Sure, jiang Cheng and wei Wuxian havebt reconciled, but the truth is the first step to even have that possibility. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are both healing and whatever happens in the last 4 (4!!!😭) episodes, I'm not dreading it that much right now. I feel like we're climbing upwards :)

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose thank you guys for staying with me for this crazy ride 💙🖤💙

Also one last thing: please don't tell me what happens differently in the novel in any given scene. I am still reading it (about half way through rn) and I'd like to still be surprised by stuff like first kisses and love confessions 💙🖤

I should have put something like this at the end before, but I always forgot. That's on me 😅 so don't feel bad, if you've shared something before :)

#the untamed #sophie watches the untamed #wei wuxian #wwx #lan wangji #lwj #jiang wanyin #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #wen ning #a yuan #the untamed liveblog

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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Yandere BTS! An Accidental One Night Stand

@floatingpandamonster hello there! I really like this request for some reason and I hope you like it. I know I answered this months later so apologies! You'll find the request below 😊

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Kim Seokjin:

You woke up, feeling the light from the morning sun on your face. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, feeling a slight ache all over your body. Frowning, you looked around the room which certainly wasn't yours. Oh right! It was your best friend's, you were hanging out with him the night before. Suddenly, the realisation dawned on you and you gasped. Checking under the covers, your eyes widened when you saw yourself naked. Your head felt like it was gonna explode with the number of thoughts running in your mind. This was so wrong. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. The sound of the door opening caught your attention. Jin walked in with a smile on his face as you stared at him, not knowing what to do. "Good morning, princess!" He chirped, walking towards where you were. Getting your muscles to move, you scanned around for your clothes and exhaled in relief before quickly grabbing them and putting them on. Jin already saw you naked, right? Besides, all you really wanted was to leave before he got the wrong hint. "What are you doing?" He asked, frowning on seeing you in a hurry. After buttoning up your shirt, you turned to him. "I'm sorry for what happened last night, Jin. You're my best friend and I don't see you in any other way. I hope we can forget about it and move ahead with our lives. I don't wanna lose what we have. I hope you understand." You said, giving him a small smile. You were impressed by your own speech, surely he would understand, right? Without waiting for his reply, you moved past him to leave only to be stopped by his hand on your wrist. Suddenly, his laughter filled the room, making you uncomfortable. You turned around to see why he was acting like this. "Jin!" You called out to him, making him stop abruptly. He clenched his jaw and pulled you towards him, his grip on your hand tightening with every second. Your breath hitched as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "I've held back for too long.....not anymore." He whispered in your ear before turning you around so that your back was against his chest. You whimpered when his hand wrapped around your throat lightly.

"Dedicate yourself to me, darling. I don't want to hurt you."

Kim Namjoon:

Tears fell down your cheeks as you stood in your living room, wearing the black dress from when you had gone clubbing. You had lost your virginity to a stranger whose name was Namjoon and that was a mistake. You had been saving yourself for someone special. How could you have been so careless? Maybe if you had been cautious enough, you wouldn't have been in the situation you were currently in. Namjoon circled you as you froze in your place, a knife in his hand. You had sneaked out at 4 AM from his house and made it back to yours only to find him sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for you to turn up. "You shouldn't have run away, Y/N. I was really looking forward to waking up next to you." He stated, shaking his head. What was he talking about? "Look, Namjoon, last night was a mistake and I greatly regret it. Also, I don't even know you so-" you tried explaining but he cut you off with a chuckle. "You don't know me, baby, but I know you. And I carefully planned everything for tonight. You wanna know why? Because I didn't want you to have your first time with any of the men out there. They don't deserve you. Only I do! No one can love you as much as I do!" He yelled, pulling you closer to him by gripping your hair. You whimpered as you tried to get out of his hold, crying uncontrollably. Seeing how hurt you were, he loosened his grip and hugged you. "I would never hurt you unless you hurt me, Y/N. So please, make this easy for yourself and come with me, okay?" He smiled, caressing your cheeks. You bravely shook your head, making Namjoon place his knife on your throat. "Let's try again, shall we?" He asked, trying to contain his anger. Taking the knife away from your throat, he cupped your cheeks. "I-I'll go with you." You mumbled, shaking in fear. He smirked and kissed your forehead.

"I love you, baby. I swear you were made only for me."

Min Yoongi:

Bad decisions have bad consequences. You always knew that but never really experienced it. But then again, there's always a first time. You cried silently, your hands on your forehead and your elbows resting on the kitchen counter. You had lost your virginity to your boyfriend, who sometimes drove you crazy with his possessiveness. But the past few days, he had been extra nice and caring. You being naïve, believed that he was probably the only man you'd ever love and decided that it was okay for you to do 'it' with him. You cried harder when you thought about how you broke your promise to your parents. You needed time away from Yoongi to think this through. There was no way you could look at him without thinking about what had happened. So you wiped your tears and grabbed your phone along with your wallet. Quietly walking to the door, you turned the knob to open it only to find out it was locked. You shook the knob and frowned until your eyes fell on the newly installed locks further up on the door. "You really thought you could just leave? My love, you keep forgetting that I know you better than you know yourself." Your head turned to see Yoongi standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. "Y-yoongi, what is all th-this?" You stuttered, trying to keep your calm. Yoongi walked towards where you stood and held your hands in his. "You were gonna leave me, Y/N. I know that. And I know about the promise you made to certain people but, baby, you don't have to worry. There will never be any other man in your life. It's only me. It'll always be me." He said, his blank expression creeping you out. You shook your head and tried to move away from him but he twisted your fingers making you scream in pain. You wildly thrashed, finally getting out of his hold and falling to the ground. You held your hands close to your chest and cried. You didn't think your boyfriend was a monster. Yoongi sighed before kneeling down in front of you and placing his fingers beneath your chin. He slowly pecked your lips and gave you a smile.

"You only belong to me, love. I'll make sure you never forget that."

Jung Hoseok:

You snuggled closer to the person whose arms were wrapped around you, smiling in content at how warm it felt. But something wasn't right. You ignored the uncomfortableness and tried to go back to sleep until you remembered. His lips on yours. His body against yours. Your eyes shot open and your heart started pounding. Did you really do it? You looked up to see Hoseok sleeping soundly with a smile on his face. He wasn't your boyfriend, you had barely been on 3 dates and last night was no different. You had no idea how you ended up in this position but clearly, things went down between you two. Guilt started eating you up inside, you had decided that this was gonna be your last date with Hoseok. You just didn't see him as your potential boyfriend. You pried his hands away only for him to tighten his hold. Your breath hitched when he nuzzled his face in your neck. Once again you tried to do the same, receiving a groan from him. "What do you think you are doing, angel?" He asked, voice raspy from sleep. You mentally sighed in relief, at least you didn't have to escape like a thief. Getting out of his arms, you sat up in his bed and turned to his confused form. "Hoseok, I'm just going to say it. This shouldn't have happened and I'm sorry if I got your hopes up. I just don't think there can be anything between us." You said, fiddling with your fingers. You slowly looked at him to find him sad and upset. You were horrible for doing this. Suddenly, he smiled widely. "You think I don't know that, Y/N? Why do you think this happened, angel? It's because I wanted it to. And now I own you, so no one else can dare look at you. You're only for my eyes." He said, making shivers run down your spine. You were beyond scared and disgusted. "I don't belong to anyone so you can go to hell with your stupid fantasies!" You bellowed, preparing to leave. You gasped when Hoseok grabbed your hand and pulled you to lay on the bed, straddling you. You struggled as he pinned your hands above your head, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking in your scent.

"Just let me have you, angel. Because you drive me absolutely insane."

Park Jimin:

You stared at the mirror in the bathroom. The marks on your neck were fading but they were a reminder of what had happened 4 days ago. You had told your mother about what you had done, only to have her yell at you and tell you that you were tainted now. Your head hurt from all the stress. And the fact that Jimin was so happy about it was bothering you. You let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the bathroom floor, leaning against the door. Tears rolled down your cheeks while you closed your eyes and told yourself that it was okay. You loved Jimin, even though sometimes you felt like you didn't. A knock on the bathroom door made you flinch. "Baby, are you okay? You've been in there for too long." You could hear the concern in Jimin's voice. Wiping away your tears, you unlocked the door and stepped outside. "I'm fine." You gave him a small smile. He cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes. "No, you aren't. In fact, you have been crying. What happened, Y/N? Who hurt you? Just tell me." He frowned and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. You sighed and held his hand, bringing it away from your cheeks. "I shouldn't have let that night happen, Jimin. Now everything's ruined. My mom hates me and she will probably never want to see me again!" You stated, walking away from him and into the living room. You heard his footsteps following you. "Are you telling me that you regret it?" His voice was small, you could tell he was hurt. You turned to face him, wanting to scold yourself for hurting him. "No, Jimin. I love you, I really do. I just think we should have waited. We don't even know how long we'll-" you tried holding his hand but he pulled away. "I dare you to finish that sentence." He said, expression turning from sad to angry. You shivered, his dark eyes making you scared. He had never been this angry before. Slowly, he took steps closer to you while you moved backwards, your back hitting the wall. He placed his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you. Your breathing was heavy and you felt small under his gaze. "Jimin, that's not what I meant." You mumbled, looking down at your feet. He held your jaw with his fingers, giving it a tight squeeze and making you whimper.

"I own you mind, body and soul. You'll be mine even in death."

Kim Taehyung:

Clutching your purse in your hand, you walked the endless corridors of the huge house. You were searching for Kim Taehyung, your boss who you had slept with. It was a party thrown by him for highlighting the achievements of the company. You didn't know how, but one thing led to another and here you were, with an aching body, looking for your boss, in order to know if you were going to get fired. You heard his voice when you passed the door to his study, halting immediately. Taking in a deep breath, you knocked and heard a small "come in". You entered the room and closed the door behind you, facing him only to find him looking at you intently from his seat. "Did you sleep well, Y/N?" He asked, breaking the silence. You nodded and bit your lip, moving to stand in front of his table. "Actually, I wanted to apologize for last night, Mr Kim-" you started, only to be interrupted by him. "Taehyung. I prefer Taehyung from your pretty little mouth." He said before standing up from the leather seat and walking towards you. Your throat ran dry and your hands became clammy. Pretty little mouth? "And there's no need to apologize, baby. Because this is going to happen again and again and again." He said, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him. You frowned, heart hammering inside your chest. "What is th-that supposed t-to mean?" You asked, your voice coming out as a whisper. Taehyung smiled and leaned his forehead on your shoulder. "You've had all my attention since the day you stepped in my office, Y/N. And now look what you've done. I'm in love with you. No matter how many times I touch you, it will never be enough." He confessed, making your eyes widen. You felt uncomfortable being there. You had always maintained your distance from him, meeting him only when he called, talking only about work. You held his hands and pushed them away from you, making his smile disappear. "Mr Kim, nothing can happen between us. You're my boss and I would appreciate it if you kept it that way." You said and turned around to leave. A squeal escaped your mouth when he grabbed you from behind and lay you down on his table before standing between your legs. You struggled and screamed, only for him to laugh at you. He gripped your wrists harshly and held them above your head. Leaning down, he kissed your neck before placing his lips next to your ears.

"Someday you'll know that we're meant to be. Until then, I'll just have to keep reminding you."

Jeon Jungkook:

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving marks that would be hard to cover up. You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, your body shivering under his touch.

You woke up with sweat beading on your forehead. It was only a dream, but a wet dream. And that too about Jungkook, your ex-boyfriend. You placed your hand on your chest and felt your heartbeat go back to normal. Why the hell were you dreaming of Jungkook? You frowned, feeling the strap of your bra beneath your fingers. You looked down at your body, gasping on seeing yourself in only your undergarments. To add to your surprise, you saw dark marks on your thighs. Love bites. You removed the blanket from your knees to reveal a metal cuff around your ankle which was connected to a chain. "Pretty, aren't they?" You flinched on hearing his voice. You looked up to find him leaning on the wall in front of the bed, shirtless and smirking. Your heart shattered when you remembered what happened last night. It had been so difficult to break up with Jungkook. He was too controlling and manipulative. Even after the breakup, he kept following you and tried to convince you to go back to him. A single tear fell down your cheek as you reached out to pull at the metal chain, only to find it cemented into the wall. "Don't bother, my love. They are strong enough to stop you from leaving me again." Jungkook said, moving to sit on the bed, close to you. You immediately moved back and pulled your knees to yourself. "Please let me go, Jungkook. I don't want to be with you! Don't you get it?!" You yelled, your lips quivering. His eyes turned dark and he clenched his jaw. "Who said you had a choice anymore? Don't YOU get it?! We are inseparable, Y/N!" He bellowed, emphasizing on the 'you'. You shook your head as you broke down into sobs and hid your face in your hands. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, feeling you stiffen in his hold. You started struggling and pushing him away which only made him hold you tighter. Eventually, you stopped and cried against his chest while he caressed your hair, smiling at how you gave up so easily.

"I'm the only one who can make you happy, Y/N. I promise to love you for eternity."

Tbh, I don't think I did my best with this reaction. But it's not that bad, I guess. I also don't know if this was what you wanted, I hope I got it right though!

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Fated Blood Chapter 3

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Genre: Fantasy, Fluff,possibly some smut

Photo credit to yanjuns weibo

The music pounded loudly as y/n matched her moves to the rhythm,creating a sensual yet powerful choreography. Her old teacher Yixing always lectured her about balance, so she quickly became a expert. That was the reason she loved her job, teaching young vampires who wanted to become celebrities how to express themselves through movement like yixing did. To one day have a student think of her as the way she was inspired by him. Little did she know however that her every move was being watched intensely. She had a feeling someone was there but as she glanced around all she saw was herself i the mirror.

He couldn't help but not interupt, he was enjoying the view too much. Watching her body wave down to the floor, his thoughts couldn't help but take a naughtier turn. He wanted nothing more than to slowly remove her clothes and bit into her pale neck.

'Dancing with your silhouette, in the places that we met. Ooh trying to find you in the moon'

Echoed through the room as he emerged from the shadows with an all too cheeky grin.

"You don't have to find me in the moon, I'll always be right infront of you babe." Yanjun winked

"Well well well look what the cat dragged in, if i didn't know any better i would say you have become my stalker Mr Lin."

She laughed checking out the young male. He was dressed in a long white sleevless top with exposing his perfectly shaped muscles and tight black jeans. The look certainly complimented his dark red eyes. Although caught off guard by his sudden prescence y/n couldn't help but admire his him. She couldn't denie he was a beauty but the words of Xukun echoed into her head, disrupting those thoughts from going any further. He's a casanova.

"I'd like to think it's our fated blood bringing us together, instead of me."

"What are you doing here anyway? This isn't a playground, i have a student comming any minute."

"He's already here gorgeous" he beamed his dimples towards her.

"Of course he is."

Y/n rolled her eyes at the situation but then decided she could have some fun herself with this situation. If she was going to play with him she knew exactly what choreography to teach. First however she decided to torture him with an intense 15 minute warm up and work out, which left the young vampire trying to catch his breath.

"Too much work for you cutie?" She teased

"Never, but i know i can tire you out in a different way."

Yanjun winked and quickly chugged a small vile of blood he pulled out from his pocket. Within the next minute he was fully recharged and worse than ever.

"See babe, I can go at it lots of times" he winked again causing y/n to roll her eyes.

She switched the music to start playing Trouble makers 'There is no tomorrow'. Yanjun caught onto the choreo at a fast pace and before she knew it was adding his own flare to the dance. She didnt expect him to be this good. The firey gaze on his face as his body matched the beat to her own, which took her as a surprise. She had always been comfortable with Xukuns body complimenting hers and yet just as comfortable around Yanjun.

As his hand slid down her thigh in the dance break, her heart started to beat fast and a small blush creeped up onto her cheeks. She had never been this flustered with Xukun, what was wrong with her today? As the dance ended he dipped y/n back and pulled her body close to his, resulting in a light gasp from y/n. His eyes were staring intently down at hers as he moved his pale pink lips closer to hers. Just before they could meet y/n had snapped out of her frozen state.

"Well you've had enough fun for one day mister." She laughed.

" Damn and i thought the beauty was finally falling for the beast. I have to say, you definitely have to be a 9 out of 10 because I'm the 1 your missing." He winked

"You would be so lucky for that line to ever work." Y/n smirked.

Y/n had no idea what had come over her. She was meant to be using this time to tease and play around with him and yet she was the one blushing. Damn the blood still pumping inside my veins, she thought. Yanjun was just standing silently studying every part of her with one of the cheekiest grins. He knew his plan was starting to work and it was full proof. Thanks to the information from a reluctant Ziyang. But Yanjun had dirt on him that even he had to give in and help. Whilst Y/n was turned around tidying up the studio Yanjun quickly made his way behind her,wrapping his arms around her chest.

"Don't you know the meaning of personal space?"

"You seemed to be enjoying mine earlier."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Your class is over, time for you to go."

"I'm waiting for my takeout" Yanjun exclaimed.

"What takeout? You don't even eat human food." Y/n stood there confused.

"Our future"

Yanjun smirked as he whispered his response in her ear. Sending shivers down her spine.

"Guess you'll be waiting a long time, that takeout is non existant."

"I can wait an eternity for you princess, i have all the time in the world."

Y/n faked vomited at the cheesiness, before struggling out of his grasp. Much to his dissatisfaction. Guess the battle is still to be won. He thought.

"How do you have so many lines? And how do they even work?"

"I'm irresistible that's why."

Yanjun let his dimples shine again well aware that they were one of his best weapons and y/n couldnt help but think they were adorable.

"Look, i prepared a romantic picnic for us,will you give me the honour of a date just this once? I promise you won't regret it."

Y/n's mind went back and forth between both the positivies and negatives of the situation. On the one hand she did have nothing to do until Xukuns rap practice finishes. On the other it meant being left alone with Yanjun and she wasn't sure if her beating heart could take anymore shocks.

"You seem to get a lot of my charitable deeds of the day. But fine let's go."

Yanjuns face lit as he took ahold of her hand and lead her to the picnic location with his super speed. He didnt see the need for his car as it was a short distance away. The area was breath taking y/n thought. The soft moonlight reflecting of the dark blue lake; with pink cherry blossoms dancing around the area. She was shocked to know a area like this was so close by and she had never discovered it. Not far from the lake was a chequered blanket laid out with a brown picnic basket. She knew he was a flirt but she didn't expect so much romance either. Next to the basket happend to be her favourite bottle of red wine. She was shocked that her just happend to get her favourite type. Not many people knew her tastes and she decided that either it was suspicious or a strange coincidence. He gestured for her to sit down a she unpacked the basket that contained a bottle of blood for him and sandwhiches for her.

"I'm impressed." She smiled.

He smirked as he took ahold of her hand and pulled her close to him again. He then moved his hand up her arm.

"Did you know that the distance from your arm to your shoulder and the distance from this shoulder to your arm,is the same length."

Yanjun smirked as his arm was now wrapped around her holding y/n close to his chest.

"I changed my mind, I'm leaving. I can't take the greasiness."

She laughed trying to move away but his grip got tighter than before. She cursed not having full strength due to her mixed blood. Little did she know that Yanjun could hear just how fast her heart was beating. It had been so long since he had heard a heart beat that he enjoyed listening to her rhythum. It just made her all that more special to him.

Yanjun went to get the wine glasses out of the hamper but was unaware that they had broken earlier in transit. As he lifted it out he noticed his palm had been cut and that red liquid began to drip from it. He looked embaressed by this event as y/n stared at his hand. Not a smooth move he thought.

"You should clean that up."

"How about you do it for me princess." He winked

"I don't like drinking blood." Y/n shifted her gaze away.

"I don't like the taste of my own blood."

He laughed as he started to remove the last remaining shards from his palm without flinching. Y/n stared as the ruby liquid was now sliding from his palm and down his arm. She was never one of the metallic taste but he looked so pitiful sitting there. The last time y/n ever drank blood it was Ziyangs and she remembered all too well where that ended up. Against her better judgement however; she brought his palm to her lips and gently ran her tongue across the wound sealing it and then cleaning the stream that had travelled down his arm. It was strange his blood was so sweet tasting that she had to restrain herself from biting into him. She smirked as she let go of his hand.

"If you like it that much, you can bite me here and leave a hickey." He winked

"You owe me for this...and the whole bottle of wine." She laughed as she gazed into his eyes.

"Your such a tease and i love it." He smiled "I'll do whatever you ask of me angel."

They spent the rest of the time drinking from the bottles and getting to know eachother better. Y/n was careful not to reveal too much about herelf. Only how she was used to life in the human realm and as much as Justin was annoying,he was her world. She was a fool when it came to her brother. On the contrary Yanjun explained that he wasn't sire what he wanted in life and that he was trying to find some fulfilment. He had a high status in society but he grew up often left alone or with the servants. His parents too busy to deal with him. Y/n couldn't help but feel sorry for Yanjun. He had everything except happiness and was lonely. Maybe he was just misunderstood she thought.

As they continued their conversations various cherry blossoms had fallen around them. Yanjun couldnt take his eyes off y/n. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in a long time.The way her long bangs shaped her small face and the soft pink tone on her skin. He had been with other half vampires before but something captivated him about her and he just didn't know why.

As a petal landed in her hair,Yanjun instantly went to retrieve it;shortening the distance between them. She blushed as one of his hands stayed on her cheek and the other now holding the flower.

"It's such a beautiful flower."

She smiled admiring it. However Yanjun's gaze didn't leave hers as he flashed his dimply smile.

"Not as beautiful as the one infront of me."

He felt the warmth in her cheek increase and giggled. He thought she had finally fallen enough for him to close the gaps between their lips quickly. Y/n put uo her arms to push him away but as his slightly cold lips touched hers it was as if she was drugged. He gently tugged at her bottom lip begging for permission before letting his tongue meet hers. He pulled her body closer to his so she was lying ontop of him as his hand travelled down to her waist. His pale pink lips soon after leaving hers;as he trailed them down her jaw and neck. She moaned slightly at the sensation. It had been so long since she had physical contact with anyone that she forgot just how good it felt. Her hand rested upon his chest until she could feel the point of his fangs on her neck. Which is when her common sense kicked back in and she pushed away from the young vampire. He looked confused as she got up from him and laughed it off.

"And there was me thinking we were finally going to get to the fun bit." He whispered in her ear.

"In your wildest dreams Yanjun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh but I've already met you there." He smirked "Told you i'm irresistable."

"More like it has been a while and I'm sure it would of been the same with anyone."

Y/n stuck out her tongue as Yanjun held his hands over where his heart should be; pretending he was wounded by her words. Before he could retaliate a soft pinging noise could be heard;resulting in y/ns attention leaving Yanjun. This in turn caused him to pout. He hated not having her attention on him. He tried to see the message to see who had broken his spell but all he could see was the senders name. KUN KUN♡. That boy always gets in my way. Yanjun thought. He watched as her face lit up and couldn't work out why it would never do that for him.

Y/n was greatful for the distraction so she had time to calm down and compose herself again. She didn't want things to to further than what they already had. She knew where it would lead. So seeing Kuns name on her phone brought her heart much needed relif and joy.

A/N sorry it took so long writers block has been a big pain considering i never really thought i would take this story further. Let me know if you guys are still enjoying this ^^

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spectrumscribe · 7 years

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Maybe something with one of those weird soulmate AUs? Like "You can see through he other's eyes when you're dreaming" or "There's a time on your skin counting down when you'll meet them" or something along that effect. Any pairings fine! (but bonus if it's capritello and they're confused because? its all three of them?)

(I spent two days on this I hope you’re happy anon)

((AO3 VERSION))

Every person- every person-is born with a countdown on their wrist. Every person. Not animals, just people.

So when Yoshi accidentally becomes the father of fourfreshly mutated turtles, he’s surprised to find that they have those countdownswhere they didn’t before. Tiny little watches printed on their green scales,ones that will grow in size and coloration as they age; all the little handsticking down merrily on the bodies of four children who’ve just become actualpeople, instead of just animals.

That fact is part of why Yoshi takes them into his arms-quietly mourning that his own watch has long since stopped ticking, crackedthrough the surface of it, and now hiding beneath his new fur- and chooses toraise them as the people fate has decided they in fact are.

Except, he notices at a later time, when they’re not on therun and he’s not newly trying to figure out how to be a father of fourrambunctious boys- that the child he named Donatello is a bit… odd. Odder thanjust being a turtle.

He has a clock on his right wrist, as is the most typicalspot to have one, but also… on his left wrist.

Yoshi stares at this revelation about his son, unsure ofwhat exactly he’s supposed to do about it- he’s never heard of such a thingoccurring, is it a side effect of once not being a thinking being?- butultimately decides there isn’t anything he can actually do about it. His son ishis son, whether he’s a turtle with two soulmate clocks or not.

He puts it aside, and doesn’t really question it afterwards.

Donnie grows up with two clocks on his wrists, and questionseverything about that for years to come. He’s not human, and was originally ananimal- so who could those two people be? It makes him fret, because what ifthey hate him for what he is, or worse, what if they’re not even capable ofthoughts? What if they’re not human at all, and he’s destined to find two animals as his soulmates?

His brothers all have single clocks, but Donnie has two, andwhile they all sometimes worry of just who they’re fated to meet, Donnie feelshis worries are doubled.

—

April O’Neil is born in a farmhouse, surrounded by whatlittle family she’s got. Her mother and father hold her between them, and curlaround her in exhausted relief. In their eyes, she’s a perfectly healthy baby,and the doctor confirms this when they call him over in the morning.

Except, April’s wrists have twin clocks on each, and herparents are terrified of what that could mean. Terrified of the heritage theyknow their daughter has, and how it’s already begun affecting her. April maylack any obviously alien features, but the knowledge that she isn’t entirelyhuman weighs on them both.

But, they love her too fiercely- futilely, for they knowthat one day the Kraang will come for her- to ever consider ostracizing thegreatest expression of their love together. Her mother kisses them each day,and prays to all the powers there are that her baby girl gets to grow up andmeet these people; that they’ll protect her from the forces that want her fortheir own gain.

When April’s father is forced to leave his wife- hissoulmate, his other half, the only person he’ll ever love- it’s like tearing apart of himself off, and he carries April away in his arms as his clockshatters across its surface.

April’s wrists are covered from then on, now that they livein the city and not an isolated farmhouse, and her father warns her that sheshould never show others her twin clocks. April grows up confused by herclocks, and wonders on and off of just who those two people she’s destined tomeet could be.

She only finds vague stories on the internet of other twinclocks, or erotic fantasies that make her lips purse and force her to clear herbrowser history. Her father never speaks a word of his worries about herclocks, but she can feel them anyway. She worries too, but is mostly curious.

Who would those two people turn out to be? Were they alsofated to meet one another, like she was fated to meet them? Or were they not,and it was just her meant for them but not them meant for each other. Shedaydreams vaguely about it as she gets older, and can never put concrete facesto either of her soulmates. She just hopes they can make things work, ascomplicated as the whole idea seems.

—

Casey Jones is born in a hospital, and while his bizarredual clocks are documented, no media story ever comes of it. Kind nurses anddoctors keeping things confidential, for the sake of the family as they go backto their small apartment.

Casey never really decides what he thinks of his clocks.They’re just there, and that’s that. Mostly, he thinks of himself as somethingspecial; after all, no way a single person could ever handle the whole CaseyJones experience all on their own.

His father and mother pat his head, and tell him thatwhoever his two soulmates are, they’ll probably think he’s as amazing as hehimself thinks. Behind his back, they trade fondly exasperated glances, andknow that fate will work things out for him. Their own partnering happened, andmillions of other ones have over the eons; such as how fate wills it for eachcouple. One boy with two clocks might be a bit strange, but Casey is Casey, andhe tends to make things work out for himself one way or another.

Casey grows up with armbands around his wrists- like mostother kids have, since society is strange with customs like that- and a generalcertainty that whenever he meets his soulmates, they’ll probably all get alonggreat.

The more the merrier, right? Love happens as it’s meant to,no ifs ands or buts. That’s how Casey treats the whole thing, and even afterhis mother passes, and his father’s clock shatters across its surface, he keepsthe confidence that his own soulmate meeting will work out fine. Fate is fate,and while Casey tends to say he makes his own, he’s fine with the idea ofgetting not one but two people tojoin him on his quest to be the most metal person alive.

He grows up excited for the day he’ll meet his soulmates,and expecting the whole thing to go off without a hitch.

—

Clocks stop the first time you come into physical contactwith your partner.

Donnie catches April, and exactly that happens.

Their wrist clocks- which had been ticking down down downfor days, and they’d been antsy about the fateful meeting, worried andwondering- chime loudly as Donnie holds April in his arms, staring at her.Stunned.

April finally opens her eyes, having closed them tight andonly startled open both by not hitting the pavement and her clock’s chiming -sees Donnie- and promptly shrieks.

Donnie shrieks right back, drops her, and April faints deadaway before she can really acknowledge her clock. Donnie is too distracted bynot getting killed, and doesn’t have enough brain space to notice a clock onhis wrist is done counting down.

And then April is gone, swept away in a van with men who allwear the same face, and Donnie has a moment to tear off his wrist wrappings tostare at it.

He stares at it. And stares at it. And tries to wrap hishead around what’s just happened.

“…dude,” Mikey says, grimacing along with all their brothersas they stare at Donnie’s wrist. “You just met your soulmate.”

“And then lost her right afterwards,” Raph adds unhelpfully.

“…wow,” Leo says, inching away from Donnie. “Awkward.”

Donnie’s mouth gapes, and he can’t find any sound besides awheezy whisper of, “Oh my god she was my soulmate.”

“Yep,” Raph says, patting Donnie’s shell comfortingly (not).“And she got kidnapped literally right after. Good job with the firstimpressions; the screaming really sealed the deal.”

“Oh my god SHE WAS MY SOULMATE,”Donnie screeches. He grabs the closest sibling near him- Leo- and drags hisbrother close to his face to further shriek, “And she literally just got kidnapped WE HAVE TO GO GET HER RIGHT NOWHOLY FUCK!!”

“Oh boy,” Mikey says under his breath, and that sums up thegeneral mood Donnie’s brothers are all sharing.

April wakes up, far across town and in a prison that glowsin unearthly ways. She’s more preoccupied with checking if he father isalright- he is, if shaken- and seeing if they can get out, than she is withremembering that one of her clocks stopped.

And then she does remember, when she’s banging on the windowof their cell and glances at her wrists and realizes oh my god one of her clocks stopped.

She hurriedly removes her armbands, and finds her rightwrist’s clock has stopped moving. Now, it’s got a pleasantly glowy tint to thesurface of it, which will fade as she and her new partner spend more timetogether.

April stares at it. And stares at it. And realizes itstopped when that thing had caughther.

April sits down hard, trapped in a literal alienenvironment, and completely unsure of what fate has just brought into her life.

—

The fact that the girl’s first reaction to him was to screamin fear stings in places Donnie always knew it would. But, she’s his soulmate,and he’s going to get her back whether or not she’s afraid of him.

They break April out of the compound, and when it comes downto the moment- where April is being carried off in a helicopter and he’s aboutto lose her, and Donnie yells at her to trusthim and holds his hands out- she does, and she jumps, and he catches her asecond time.

April jumps because she’s desperate, and because somedistant part of her says yes, I can trusthim. Shell and all.

She loses her father, and that puts a damper on things. Shecan’t think around that fact- or around all the earth shaking things she’slearning about the world tonight, like aliens and mutants- and just doesn’thave the space to approach the elephant in the room. She can’t see Donnie’swrist anyways, wrapped in bandages like it is, so she decides to addresseverything later, when her mind feels less like a smoothie.

Donnie can’t see her wrists when they escort April home, toher aunt’s place, and he doesn’t know how to open his mouth and ask to see ifher clock stopped, too. Or, if she has twoclocks, like him. Or… if she actuallywants him as a soulmate. Donnie hasnever been more aware of his inhumanity than he is in that moment, sayinggoodnight to a normal girl and promising they’ll be in contact again soon.

A part of Donnie is elated that he’s not fated to an animal;a larger part is painfully worried April will reject him completely. He keepshis wrist covered, and vows to confront the situation… later.

April is distantly and completely shocked that one of herfated partners is a mutant turtle. She has no idea how to absorb thatknowledge, let alone figure out what to do with it, so she decides she’llconfront the situation… later.

Donnie’s brothers all exchange glances behind his back, andshrug. So one of them met their soulmate; the rest of them have months, years,even, before theirs. None of them are really sure how to help their brotherthrough this, and even less sure how they’re supposed to interact with Aprilabout it.

They ask if Donnie is going to talk to their father.

Donnie says he’s not sure.

April’s aunt sees her stopped clock as April goes to brushher teeth, and asks with wide eyes just who she’s met on this traumatic night.

April says she’s not sure.

Both of their separate family members are unsure how to helpApril and Donnie, and decide to give them space to deal with the issue whilethey attend to others. (A missing father and an orphaned daughter; aliens arereal and dad I swear we actually punched some in the face.)

—

Eventually, because they can’t avoid it forever, Donnie andApril very, very, very awkwardlybring up the topic of their clocks. At the same time. Standing alone inDonnie’s lab, finally done dancing around a subject they know that everyone hasbeen watching them avoid.

They stare at one another for a long moment, and then,moving with the same carefulness, they unwrap the covers over their wrists.

They only remove one, the one with the clock that chimed thenight they met. Privately they’re still deeply afraid of showing their secondclock, for personal reasons and for ones unknowingly mutual.

April stares at the stark way Donnie’s clock stands outagainst his large, green scaled wrist; Donnie in turn, stares at the stark way April’sclock stands out against her small, pale skinned wrist.

“So…” He says quietly. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Iguess. I guess we’re soulmates?” His voice cracking on the last words; utterlyterrified that just because April is sort of their friend, she’ll turn him awayfor who and what he is.

April looks up from comparing their wrists, and Donnie isdistantly relieved that she looks as uncertain as he feels. “I guess so,” Shereplies in a soft voice. She smiles tightly. “I can’t say I ever expected-well, someone like… you, Donnie.”

Internally, Donnie flinches, because that’s understandable.“I know,” I’m sorry, he doesn’t say.He covers his wrist, rubbing it as he tries to keep a calm head. “Um. Guess thesame could be said to you? I never really knew what to expect from mys-soulmate. Since I’m. You know. Me.”

April blinks, finally catching how tense Donnie is, andreaches out for his hands. “Well, that would be something I’d be unsure of too,if I were you,” April says kindly, taking Donnie’s hands in hers as he watcheswith unsure eyes. She meets them, and steadies herself as they link themselvestogether. “But I guess fate works things out, one way or another.”

Donnie tries not to stare at how their hands look sostrangely right together, and attempts to hold all his anxious thoughts at bay.“I’ve been told that, yes. And- and do you think this is… fate? Us?”

He barely holds back following questions. Is this okay? Are you okay with me being me?Do you not want me? Do you want this at all?

“You saved my life,” April says. She squeezes Donnie’s largehands as she does. “And you turned out to be a really great guy. I think that’sproof enough.”

“So… are you…? Are we…?” Donnie doesn’t want to say it outloud, not when he’s still so unsure of the answer. He struggles for anotherbeat, and manages a hopeful, “Can we try?”

“I think we can,” April says softly, staring up at someoneshe never expected to have in her life, and is grateful to have met regardless.Then, she remembers her other wrist, and her mood sours. She bites her lip, andglances away from Donnie. “But there’s… there’s something you should know,before we go forwards with this.”

“…there’s something you should know, too, about me,” Donniesays, shoulders slumping slightly. He feels dread returning, because even ifApril will accept their attempt to try something between them, could she acceptDonnie having another partner, somewhere in the future? And what if thatpartner was against it as well, when they finally met them? And that is assumingthe person would even want Donnie as a soulmate. He’s already been so lucky,he’s not sure if it’ll hold.

April releases Donnie’s hands, clutching her still coveredwrist. She’s worried now that Donnie will be upset by her other clock; theirsituation is so precarious as is, new and unfamiliar, and what if her otherfuture partner can’t accept Donnie or the dual relationship? She’s only knownhim for a short while, but she can already tell that Donnie isn’t someone sheever wants to lose. Even at the cost of her other soulmate.

April pulls off her armband the same time Donnie removes hissecond set of wrapping.

“April, I’m sorry, but I’ve got-”

“Donnie, I’m sorry, but I have-”

They stop, and stare at one another.

“…another soulmate,” They whisper together, staring at eachother’s wrist. They blink in confusion at one another, not quite convincedwhat’s happening is happening.

Donnie purses his lips, and April thins hers.

Well, this makes things even more complicated.

—

“So, what, we have- individual other soulmates? A jointother soulmate? Is this a fourway or a threeway, my god.”

“I have no idea, Donnie. I have no ideas about anythinganymore. I don’t think it even really matters- four or three or- fuck, what ifit’s two other people, who also have another person besides us- how many damnclocks could this go?”

“I don’t know and I think I feel a little dizzy.”

“I can’t believe having a mutual other soulmate is suddenlythe easy outcome here.”

“I know. This is like something out of Leo’s bad fanfic bookmarks.”

“Leo’s- Leo’s what?”

“I am the only person in this house with a computer, and Leoroutinely forgets how to clear the history of it after he uses it.”

“That’s. Well.”

“I feel slightly violated when he reads them.”

“Eugh, same feeling here.”

“Let’s not talk about that anymore. Please.”

“You’re the one who brought it up.”

“I know. I regret it deeply.”

“Again, same feeling. Gross.”

“So… um, anyways, can we… can we try the kissing thingagain?”

“…you know, that sounds like a better topic of conversation,so yeah. Let’s do that.”

“Okay, uh, cool, great, how do I angle- oh- mmph-”

“Shh. No more talking.”

“I’m. I am on board with that plan.”

—

They figure out a relationship after that, one that worksfor them and is as unconventional as their lives require it to be. Their secondclocks keep ticking down- their individual destined meetings at differenttimes, furthering the question of just who the other(s?) to their relationshipwill be. But, for the most part, their lives are too hectic to ponder deeply onwho the person(s) will be.

Particularly when Mikey’s clock rings loud and clear in themiddle of a fight, and is echoed by a matching one-

-which happens to be on the wrist of a massive mutant crocodile,hell-bent on murdering everything in his path.

“Oh boy,” Donnie says, exchanging glances with his olderbrothers as Mikey fusses over the other mutant’s unconscious body. Leo and Raphgive him equally confused and slightly panicky looks, and between the three ofthem they help Mikey drag his gigantic soulmate back to the lair. Which onlyhappens because Mikey turns a sternly stubborn look on them all, and demandsthey do so.

Everything from there is a total mess- Donnie nearly diestoo many times, and has his face grabbed repeatedly- and the night eventuallyboils down to Mikey proclaiming that the crocodile is in fact his soulmate andalso called Leatherhead now.

And Donnie thought hissoulmate situation was strange.

At least Leatherhead apologises for grabbing Donnie’s faceso much. He’s possibly one of the only people to have ever apologized forassaulting his person, and he also builds excellent traps and Donnie wants tipsfor that, so he ends up forgiving the newest addition to their family.

Mikey and Leatherhead spend much of their spare time gluedtogether after that, and Donnie asks his older brothers if he and April were asgrossly PDA as that, what with Mikey and Leatherhead curling around each otherin plain sight on the couch every chance they get.

“Oh yeah,” Raph confirms. “Except worse, because there wasall this pining before that.”

“It was actually quite sickening,” Leo adds with a solemnnod. Donnie gives him a flat look, says “browserhistory,” and watches Leo go satisfyingly pale. Raph has a similarpaleness, because once again, Donnie is the only one in the house with alaptop, and he knows more about his brothers’ search history than he everwanted to.

Nothing eventful having to do with their clocks happens fora while, post addition of Leatherhead to things. There’s a brief interludewhere Leo unsubtly sulks around that Karai isn’t his destined soulmate, butthey all ignore his whining or remind him that his clock has always said thathis soulmate is years further into the future. (Later, they are all very, very,very, very glad Karai was not Leo’ssoulmate, because while their lives are strange and complicated, that is onebucket of incestuous worms none of them ever want to tip over or evenacknowledge ever again. And besides, Shinigami probably would’ve murdered themall if they tried.)

Then, after experiencing near death and near heaven with hermore times than he can count- April leaves them.

And Donnie’s heart breaks in half.

—

April breaks her own heart, storming away from her bestfriends and her partner, who betrayedher, and took her father a second time from her.

She doesn’t have a clear plan to anything- nothing besidesneeding to be away from them all- andjust tries to be an ordinary girl for a while. Like one that helps fellowclassmates pass their grade.

Which goes along fine, pleasantly distracting from all hertroubling thoughts and drawing her attention from everything. Including thesteadily ticking clock on her wrist and its silent twin.

Or, it goes along fine and distracting, until Casey clapsApril on the back after a late night study session, and two sets of chimingalarms go off. They’re the only two people on the street, so there’s not even aneed to check their wrists if it’s their alarms that have just gone off.

“Oh… ooohhhh-!”Casey exclaims, gaping at April. “Oh my god! It’s you!”

April is as stunned as he is, and can barely react beyond astuttered affirmation, before Casey sweeps her into a hug. He’s laughing loudand freely, and looks utterly elated that April’s his soulmate. The sheeropenness he has with everything, his emotions, his thoughts, his dreams, drawsApril out of her shock and makes laughter bubble up in her chest.

Casey hears that laughter, and it makes something warmappear in his chest. He’d known he kind of liked April in a vague sense, likemost casual crushes he’s had over the years, but now he knows he likes her. Likes herlikes her. His study partner was one of his destined partners; who’d havethought?

He twirls her around, and presses a messy kiss to her cheek.It makes April giggle, and Casey feels like he wants her to make that sound ahundred times more right then.

“So, just to clarify,” He says with a grin, still holdingApril off the ground and almost too-light to feel anything beyond her body onhis. “You’re my soulmate, and I’m yours, and we’re gonna do the dating thingnow, right?”

April’s gone through nothing but harshly painful thingslately, and the spot of kind-of normalcy Casey’s become in her life is oneshe’s started cherishing. Now, he’s looking at her like she’s got everythinghe’s ever wanted, and she finds his goofy smile so much more endearing for it.

“I think so!” She laughs, feeling free of burden for thefirst time in weeks. Casey replies with a vague, “cool,” and moves to press another kiss to her. This time Aprilsees it coming, and meets him halfway for their first proper kiss. She’s alittle tired of thinking and worrying about everything; she chooses to kissCasey and feel nothing but glowing happiness at least for now.

“Oh yeah, by the way,” Casey mumbles after a few repetitionsof those affections. “I kind of have a second soul clock, hope that’s not gonnabe an issue here.”

That brings all of April’s other thoughts rushing back, andshe leans away to give him a wide eyed look. “What? Seriously?”

“Uh, yep. Pretty sure. See?”

April stares at the uncovered wrist of Casey’s left arm, andhow the clock on it is still ticking along. She blows out a harsh breath, andgoes to bare her own wrists. “Well, I think I’m alright with that, so long asyou’re alright with… this.”

Casey stares at April’s two wrists, both clocks stopped atdifferent dates and time. He looks her in the eyes, and says very clearly,“Well, that makes everything a little more complicated.”

“You’re telling me,” April says tiredly.

As it happens, very unfortunately, Donnie has been watchingthe whole exchange on a rooftop he stopped on after patrol.

He watches his soulmate kiss another man- a real man, a human- who is assumable her second soulmate, and feels hurt andfear curdle in his stomach. If Casey is her other destined partner, and sheobviously likes him already, then where does that leave Donnie?

He wants to leap down from the roof, confirm that they’restill just taking a break from each other, that April isn’t going to leave himfor Casey, see if Casey is the other half of him, too-

-but Donnie knows he’s still got time on his clock, almostweeks until it’s supposed to hit zero. And, he knows that he can’t go downthere. The streetlamp April and Casey stand beneath is a spotlight he can’tenter safely, and that fact makes his shoulder slump in defeat.

He leaves without saying a word to either human on thestreet below, and waits in his home underground to see what April’s decision isgoing to be; about them, about Casey, about everything.

—

April comes back to Donnie, and they spend hours apologizingto one another through the night. They’re not meant to be apart, however deepthe wound they put in their relationship was. Soulmates- when the other isalive and well, and you’re the sorts who need to be regularly close to oneanother- need to remain together. Being apart from each other felt wrong, and it’s hurt them both.

There are kisses and apologies and a long, long talk inDonnie’s bedroom about what the future holds. April tells Donnie about Casey,and Donnie says he knows, he saw them on accident the night their clocksstopped, and that he’s sorry for spying.

April admonishes him for stalking her- (“I was just checkingup on you, I swear!” “I have five knives and a bladed fan on my person at alltimes, Donnie. I was fine.”)- butforgives him after a few minutes of more kisses. She missed him fiercely, andthat alone is enough to make her forgive him; even more so for the genuinesorry-ness he has for the intrusion.

“…I saw you show your wrist, before I left,” Donnie adds alittle while later. “I didn’t. I didn’t stay to see how he reacted.”

April sighs, and nestles her head a little closed toDonnie’s neck. “He said he was fine by it, so long as I was fine… for him havingthe same situation.”

Donnie’s brain actually stops for a moment. Confused.

“Um. What??”

“I had the same reaction.”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”

“Mine are both stopped, but his other one is still ticking,”April taps Donnie’s left wrist, where his watch counts down still. “Like yours,so there’s… is hope the right word for this?”

“I don’t know,” Donnie says, looking at his still runningclock. “God I hope the infinite second soulmate theory isn’t real. April, Idon’t think I could handle this chain going any further.”

“Truth be told, I’m not sure I could either.”

“So what do we do? Are we- am I supposed to meet him? Shouldwe arrange it right when my clock’s supposed to stop?” Donnie pauses, old fearsand worries rising again. “And even if he’s not my other soulmate, he’s stillyours and I’m- I’m yours too, but not- human. April, what if he hates me?”

“He won’t hate you,” April says firmly, putting a protectiveand leanly muscled arm across Donnie’s plastron. “And if he does, I’ll smackthat empty head of his until he doesn’t. We’ll make this work, Donnie. I don’twant to lose either of you.”

“…do you already care about him that much?” Donnie askssoftly, both warmed by April’s protective conviction and a tinge hurt by herattachment to Casey only weeks after meeting him.

“Yeah, I think I do,” April replies, just as soft. “That’sjust how this soulmate thing works; you can’t fight it.”

Donnie nods, understanding that this isn’t something theycan change, and something he would never ask her to. “Okay. Okay then, we’llmake this work. I promise.”

They decide not to plan any sort of meeting between Donnieand Casey until their clocks stop, and they get confirmation of things straightfrom fate itself. If they’re each other’s soulmates, destiny will find a way tobring them together. Trying to force it wouldn’t work.

Donnie is watching his wrist’s clock tick down, anxiouslyworried that he’s home and it’s nearlythere- when a noise startles him and his brothers off the couch, and theyturn to find an intruder in their home.

The masked psycho bellows a challenge at them as they chargeone another, and the second Donnie’s fist makes contact with the man’s mask-

-two sets of chiming alarms go off, and everyone freezes.

“Oh no way,” Donnie whispers, staring at the mad man whobroke into his home and tried to kill them all.

“Oh fuck me,” Saysthat mad man, staring at Donnie with equal horror.

“God dammnit,Donnie,” Raph says, and the fight resumes as they try to restrain this personwho is apparently Donnie’s soulmate.

They get the mask off- and Donnie’s not sure what he expects,but the Halloween terror makeup isn’t it. The crazy teen bares his gap-toothedsneer at them, and snarls in Raph and Leo’s hold. Donnie is slowly putting thepieces together, stunned and shocked and failing to take in the situation fastenough, when April emerges from the dojo to yell, “Casey?!”

“You know thisguy?” Raph asks, and Donnie makes a weak sound in his throat as Casey- Casey- shakes off his brothers.

“April, you knowthese guys?” Casey spits with the same amount of disgust Raph did. And he turnsimmediately to Donnie right after, pointing an accusing finger at Donnie. “And you- the fuck did you do to my soulclock?!”

April’s eyes go wide, same as Donnie’s father’s, and Leowhispers the ever favored words, “Ohboy,” under his breath as he gets out of range. Raph and Mikey quickly followhim.

“Me?!” Donnieaccuses right back. “You’re- you’re the one who made mine go off! You’re the psycho who broke into my house!”

“House?! This is thefucking sewers!”

“Abandoned subwaytunnels, thank you very much!”

“Fuck you! What’d youdo to my clock?!”

“I don’t know, WHATDID YOU DO TO MINE?!”

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DID SOMETHING TO MINE!”

“Oh my god,” April says despairingly, putting her head inher hands and wondering what powers decided her life needed to be thisdifficult. Master Splinter pats her shoulders comfortingly, and tries to find atidbit of ninja wisdom to impart to his third son’s struggles. He finds none,and settles to for separating Donatello and Casey before they can do more thanfrantically shout at one another in their fear and shock.

—

“So, he’s a mutant turtle,” Casey says in a reasonablevoice, once the metal robo-ninja apocalypse is over and he’s sitting in akitchen full of appliances older than he is.

Said mutant turtle and his- their??- soulmate exchangeglances.

“Yeah, that’s me,” The mutant says. “Formally introducingmyself, I’m Donatello. Yes I’m a turtle, yes I’m a ninja, yes I’m April’s othersoulmate. And apparently yours as well.”

“I know this is a lot to take in, Casey,” April says gently,reaching to Donatello’s hand and grasping it in hers. “But Donnie’s a good guy,and I’m hoping you’ll give… us, achance.”

“He punched me in the face,” Casey deadpans.

“You broke into my home,” Donnie deadpans right back.

“Boys,” April saysin a warning tone. They had their screamfest and fighting earlier, now is timefor talking like sensible people. Donnie ducks his head, and mumbles, “Sorry,April,” and Casey mumbles the same. April shakes her head; it’s barely past tenthirty and she’s already worn out from tonight’s events. “So how do we do this?Are you two going to be able to get along at all?”

Donnie and Casey glance at each other, and share a resignedsort of look.

“I… guess I cangive this a shot,” Casey says reluctantly. This wasn’t at all what he’d beenexpecting his partnering to end up as. “Although honestly, I’m not entirely onboard with where this is going.”

“Same to you, Jones,” Donnie says coolly, burying the tingesof hurt he feels from Casey’s tone. This could go very bad very fast if he-they- weren’t careful, but Casey also aggravates him deeply, so Donnie findscourtesy a bit hard to muster.

April gives Donnie’s hand a squeeze, and sighs to herself.However this is going to go, it won’t be easy. Not with her two boys already atodds with one another.

But then again, when has anything in her life ever been easy?

—

There’s hardly any time for Donnie and Casey to get to knowone another before the whole world comes crashing down around them.

There’s so much loss packed into one horrible day, andeverything moves too fast to even take in- but somehow, Donnie finds a momentwhile April is bandaging his arm to say what’s been growing in him the pastmonths.

“So, um, since it’s kind of the end of the world all overagain… I just wanted to say how I feel about you,” Donnie says softly, hopingher father won’t hear the confession and his brother will give them space.

April pauses her tending to Donnie’s quick first-aid, andlooks up at him, already feeling the importance of what Donnie is trying tosay.

“I love you,” Donnie says, and it’s the first time he’sadmitted it out loud. He fights the instinctive worry that it won’t bereturned, because they’ve been through so much together; he knows that even ifApril doesn’t say it back, they’ll still survive this. “And even if we dietoday, I want you to know you’re the most amazing soulmate I could’ve gotten. Idon’t regret anything, and I think I don’t ever want us to be apart, even as…difficult, that could turn out to be.”

April stares up at him, softly stunned, and then smilesslowly as her heart swells.

“I love you, too,” She says quietly, and for a moment,there’s none of the disasters outside and there’s only them. “And I think I’dlike us to be together for good, too. And,we will be, because none of us are dying here today. I won’t let that happen.”

For that brief pause in their complicated lives, there’sjust the two of them, and the miracle they’ve come to consider theirrelationship. Two clocks each, and yet, they’re still making things work.Against all the odds- despite April’s inhumanity, and Donnie’s even more so-they fell in love, and though they’re young, they know it’s real and they neverwant to lose it.

Before the rest of their group meets up, before Caseyarrives and brings with him the part of their relationship that’s still budding,before Leo flies through the window more dead than alive- they take a momentmore to bring their foreheads close, and promise each other they’ll get throughthis, together.

They link hands as the world tries to end around them, andkiss quick and fluttery. No time for lingering, they’ve got a city to save.

—

It’s somewhere after that, when the world slows to astandstill and they run out of things to hit. When Casey is stuck in a barnwith someone he’s fated to love and still not sure how he feels about that.It’s somewhere during that time, that they lay down the barbs they’ve beenexchanging over and over since they met, and just… talk.

April takes long shifts at the diner in town, and sleepswhenever she isn’t working. Sometimes it’s with one of her boys, but more oftenit’s alone. Her powers are shifting, growing again; other minds are becomingexhausting to be around constantly, and her soulmates understand she needsspace to herself after a long day of overstimulation.

So that leaves the two of them, unfamiliar with one anotherand trying to broach that barrier, if only for April.

It’s easier than either of them expected, once they let goof their suspicion.

Donnie finds that Casey isn’t half obnoxious as he likes toportray, and in Casey’s opinion neither is Donnie. When Casey comes back fromfarmhand jobs, he’s often too tired to put up his usual bravado; it givesDonnie glimpses of the teen underneath that, and he slowly begins to find bothsides of Casey endearing. Alternatively, Donnie will sometimes burn himself outby not sleeping for days, and it leaves him too tired to filter his outwardemotions and conversations. Casey finds himself kind of liking the mutant whenhe’s not spewing words no one but dictionaries know, and starts to empathizewith what Donnie’s had to deal with the past few years.

Sometimes it’s easier to not talk at all, and that stillleaves plenty to do.

There are farm repairs and car parts to tinker with. Caseyadopts the truck as his personal obsession, in place of being able to find anenemy he can actually fight. Donnie gets drawn mostly against his will into theproject, and is convinced to put down his mutagen experiments from time totime. Casey’s not quite the numerals and logic sort of thinker like Donnie, butCasey’s hands-on and kinesthetic type method makes sense once they really getinto things.

April sometimes stops by, leaning on the barn doorframe andsmiling fondly to herself as her boys figure themselves out. The best moments,in her opinion, are the ones where they’re so caught up in debating or buildingor just laughing together, and don’t even notice she’s there.

She’s not there when her boys kiss for the first time, butshe does hear about it later from both of them.

It happens same way most things do for them- kind of onaccident, a little bit messy, and an action taken in the heat of the moment.They’re elbow deep into the old truck’s still not quite functioning engine,when they slowly lose track of what they were saying, and close the last bit ofdistance between them both.

Donnie kisses Casey, and Casey kisses Donnie, and neither ofthem thinks it’s anything like kissing April, but are fine with that. This issomething new, something different- something for just them.

They sort of stare at one another when they break apart, notentirely sure where the kiss had come from or if the other wanted it to happen.

“Uh…” Casey says, trying to find something to say. “So- Iguess that happened?”

Donnie blinks owlishly, seeming just as caught by surpriseas Casey feels. He gives an awkward half smile. “Uh, I guess so?”

Casey can’t tell if he’s supposed to move away, orapologize, or what. He decides to go with one of his other impulses, and leansslowly back in.

Donnie has the chance to refuse, but he doesn’t evenconsider doing so, and leans in as well.

It’s again messy, again completely new, but it’s sort ofwonderful for those things, and they embrace it.

—

Fate finds a way, one way or another.

Fate finds them sharing a bed for the first time, the nightafter Casey and Donnie broach the final barrier between the two of them.

April feels stable enough to have people close to her onceagain, and even if she didn’t, she would have done this anyways. The three ofthem are still new, still learning each other, but this is real, and it verylikely could be love.

She’s exhausted as she falls asleep, like she always feelsthese days, but she’s warm and cared for between the two most important peopleshe has in her life. They all fit together on the queen sized bed with minimalsquishing, and somehow find it to be one of the best sleeps they’ve had inmonths.

Donnie and Casey exchange brief questioning glances- is this alright? Is this really alright forus?- but don’t find any sign of either of them not wanting to be close likethis.

It’s the first time they share space so intimately- sleepingas a trio, and not in separate duos- and it’s hardly the last. But, the firstis always the first, and often the most special.

It’s an act of trust, deciding to really try being the destined three they’remeant to be. And it’s one that they all know the weight of.

April opens her eyes briefly the next morning, sees andfeels the sleep that still holds her boys, and smiles softly as she rejoinsthem. Her mind doesn’t hurt when it’s just them, her ambient senses findingonly affection in each of her soulmates, and she feels safer than she has inmonths nestled between them.

Casey stirs only once, blearily confused in the dead ofnight that he’s suddenly missing a portion of the blanket on his legs. He findsit pulled towards Donnie’s side of the bed, and rolls his eyes before tuggingit back from the reptile’s hoarding. Before he closes his eyes again, heglances at the two people in his bed. April and Donnie seem so right, sleepingpeacefully like that against one another, and he finds that he feels none ofthe jealousy he originally did for them.

Donnie doesn’t sleep for a long time, watching his partnersdrift off before he does. He scarcely can believe this is happening, thatthey’re really here and that they care for him, despite all the flaws he countsin himself. He worried so much that his twin clocks would lead him to peoplewho could never love him, and yet, he finds those worries swept away, staringat April and Casey’s sleeping faces.

When they finally do drag themselves from the comfort ofbed, it’s only because Mikey cruelly comes in and drags the covers off byforce. The action elicits groans and curses, and only encourages Casey to hidehis face in April’s hair, April to burrow deeper into the sandwich she’smiddling, and Donnie to put an arm across the whole pile to hold the humans’heat close to him as long as possible.

“You’re all gross,” Mikey says, shaking his head at hisbrother and friends. “Me an’ Leatherhead are way less disgusting with PDA.You’re all straight up public nuisances at this point.”

“This is my bedroom,Mike,” April gripes from under her boyfriends. “You’re the one being a public nuisance right now.”

“And for the record, you and Leatherhead are downrightscandalous sometimes,” Donnie adds grumpily, already feeling his pleasantwarmth fading.

“Snnrffmrrgmff,” Casey adds incoherently, further mashinghis face into both April’s hair and the pillow.

Mikey clicks his tongue at them all, and leaves them to dragthemselves back to the land of the living. Taking the blanket with him, thelittle shit.

“’m gonna kill your brother,” Casey says when they finallysit up; hair a complete snarl and with a shadow along the edges of his jaw.

“I’ll help you,” Donnie says, and leans over to kiss thestubble on Casey’s chin because he can. Casey mumbles something about using therain barrel and some rope, and gives a kiss in return.

April just groans from the bed where she still lays, andthen shrieks as both her soulmates elect to take advantage of her ridden upshirt and shock her to wakefulness with a tickle attack.

They’re both banned from kissing her until after breakfastfor the trick, but April lets them sneak in for smooches anyways as they servethemselves dubious pancakes.

—

There are many hard experiences after that, and one of theonly things that get them through it is the bond they’ve forged.

War and strife dog them at every turn, and the moments theyhave together are few. But, they’re still there, and that’s enough to get themthrough each new tragedy.

They go to space, after losing everything they’ve ever hadin one fell swoop, and thought it’s an experience rooted in a catastrophe, it’salso a blessing.

Donnie’s never been able to go anywhere public before. Now, he has the opportunity to see wholeworlds that won’t even blink at the sight of him walking down the street. Thegrief of losing his father still clings to him, but the elation of feeling normal for once nearly eclipses that.

He can go into shops, restaurants, theaters; any and all theplaces he wants to without worrying of being killed just for being himself. And,for the first time, he can hold the hands of his soulmates in plain view of theworld, and have no judgement cast on that fact.

He gets to visit cities filled with people and relationshipsfar stranger than the three of them, gets to talk and kiss and laugh with Caseyand April in all those places and not have to feel ashamed of it. Donnie getsto experience having soulmates without feeling guilty that they can’t ever livenormal lives with him; because out here, they are normal, and it’s the most amazing feeling ever.

They almost die more times than they can count, lose trackof the planets they scour and visit, and fight through grief and regret thatwill likely never go away. And, April and Casey get to see Donnie light upevery single day in a brand new way, and it only cements the feelings they’vecome to have for him.

Donnie and April fell in love years ago, and April and Caseyfell for each other fast and hard; Casey and Donnie finish the trianglesomewhere in the depths of space, and seal the deal with promises and impulsivetouches.

The sleep cycle they do, when April’s powers are too rawfeeling to be close to anyone at the moment, it’s just them as they trysomething they’ve already both tried with April in the past.

April said she never minded, that she thought Donnie wasperfectly amazing just as he was- but his fear lingers up till the last momentbefore he and Casey cross the line. Donnie stops, just before that line, andcan’t even bring himself to properly voice his question. If Casey really wantshim like this.

“Hey, look at me,” Casey says, turning Donnie’s head backtowards him. He cups Donnie’s cheeks, and in the low light of the room hestares his soulmate dead in the eyes. “I don’t care that you’re not human.April told me you were worried I would, and this is me telling you I don’t. Okay?”

Donnie feels exposed, and disbelieving that he could be solucky twice- and asks in a waveringvoice, “Really?”

“Of course,” Casey says, drawing close again and putting hisnose to Donnie’s. “I love you, don’t I?”

And even though he’s heard Casey say it before, even thoughApril has said it a hundred times more than Casey, Donnie still struggles tofully believe those words that have been given to him.

But he doesn’t need to. He just needs to accept them, andsays, “I love you, too,” in return.

Casey grins, roguish and brash, and pushes them backtogether without a hint of hesitation or reluctance. Donnie gives into theobvious affection this boy- this man-has for him, and finally thinks he could believe that this is real, and thathe’s really in love and being loved.

April slinks into their bed some hours later, fresh frommeditation to quiet the coiled power inside her mind. She finds her boystangled together and so obviously in love it makes her heart melt. She thenslips around Casey’s back, and snuggles comfortably into the place she’s alwayshad with them. A perfect third piece to their triangle.

Three sets of dual clocks have long since stopped, each pairat a different time, and somehow it works. Fate has always intended them tofind each other, and no amount of time travel or world destruction orinhumanity was ever going to stop that.

That’s something they take comfort in- that no matter what,they would have found each other somehow and thus found this bliss- as they curl together under thethick blankets of their shared bed. They’re messy, and sometimes bicker, andare all at least a little traumatised, and they love each other.

The last part is enough to cancel out everything else.

—

Raph also finds his soulmate in space, and ends up fallinghard for a woman twice his size and with a weapon longer than his arm.

Y’Gythgba’s people have no true soulmates, but she washatched with a clock regardless. When she meets Raph, the tiny and fiercewarrior from a planet far away, she can’t help but listen to his insistingwords that they’re meant for eachother.

They’re nearly mauled, nearly frozen into icicles, nearlydie of oxygen deprivation- and come together irregardless.

They’re not the types of soulmates that need to spend alifetime together. One night is enough, talking and kissing and experiencing aonce in a lifetime pleasure. It’s enough, and then they part ways to followtheir individual paths in life.

“I get it now,” Raph tells Donnie and Mikey later, staringat his stopped clock with something akin to wonder. “Why you two just- knew.”

“Well, I was a little unsure about Casey at first… but yeah,I knew eventually,” Donnie says with a warm and understanding smile.

Mikey just shrugs. He and Leatherhead knew it from themoment they first got to actually talk together, and they’ve never questionedit since. He misses his soulmate fiercely, and can’t wait to return home.“Dunno how you can stand it, Raph. Leaving your lady out here and never seeingher again.”

“Y’Gythgba has her own thing to do,” Raph says with a fondsmile he probably doesn’t know he’s got. “If we meet again, we meet again. Ithink this fate stuff is real with that sort of thing, so I think I’ll just…let it happen if it’s going to.”

Leo quietly sulks at the table with them, staring at hisclock continuing to tick onwards. He’s got another year and some before he’ssupposed to meet his soulmate, and he’s starting to feel a little left out ofthings.

(He meets his soulmate later, one whose wrist has alwaysbeen obscured by white fur and has no knowledge that he’s fated to meet Leo.

Leo gets swept into a romance that’s stilted at first-because how exactly do you convince someone with no concept of soul clocks thatyou’re meant to be together?- but eventually finds the other half he’s alwaysbeen searching for.

Usagi is someone who meets him equally on plains Leo’salways been alone on, and draws him into new things he never would haveconsidered. He feels he does the same for the rabbit, and wins his soulmateover through steady devotion.

His siblings snicker and call his a furry without realcruelty, prodding him about his decade long obsession with cartoon characters,and Leo is too smitten to do much more than shut them up about it wheneverUsagi is within earshot.)

—

Things don’t go smoothly, further down the road. Casey andApril and Donnie face things that nearly break them apart, and come throughanyways.

Their bond is corrupted, when April’s mind and powers are high-jackedfrom her and she becomes an enemy to them all. It’s a night that almost tearsthem apart in the same way April tears Donnie apart.

Casey screams as it happens, feeling the loss and thesickening crack that goes through the clock on his wrist. It wrenches throughhim sharp and cold, and drives him to his knees as he loses a part of himself.

April screams as well, trapped in her head and horrified ofwhat she’s just taken from them all. One of her clocks shatters its surface,and it does so in time as Za’naron splits the sky with her powers. Her heartfeels like it’s bleeding out, and what little control she has of her body letsher weep for what she’s done.

She gets Donnie back, shredding reality itself to do so- andit’s only because of that miracle that they don’t fall apart.

Casey and April’s clocks mend themselves, but a silvery lineis spider-webbed through each one afterwards. Donnie was gone- for too long, too many minutes- and that scar on the three ofthem will never vanish.

April clutches Donnie close, sobbing and terrified ofherself and for him. He’s shaken and still trying to resync with reality, but Donnie’salready forgiven her as he holds her back. Casey bends, and wraps his lankyarms around them both; trying to hold his partners together as they attempt topatch the cracks split through their souls.

It takes weeks for April to even consider forgiving herself,to think that even for a second she deserves the love that her boys insist onstill giving her. But she can’t close herself off from them, not fully, andtheir steady love draws her back out of her shell. Even when nightmares plagueher- and Donnie- and Casey, too- none of them think for even a moment that thethree of them should separate.

It takes weeks, but eventually April can meet Donnie andCasey’s eyes again, and not feel like hiding herself in shame. It takes weeks,but they find their rhythm again, and resume the relationship that they’vebuilt together.

And then master Splinter dies, and Casey and April have tohold together Donnie as he tries not to break under the tragedy’s weight.

—

April loses her second father figure who’d cared for her foryears; Casey loses a steady adult influence he’d come to love and will miss forthe rest of his life; Donnie loses the only parent he’s ever had, and it nearlykills him.

They cluster close as grief takes the Hamato household, andkeep one another steady as the stages pass by.

Its months before they do, months before the grey haze liftsfrom their lives, but it does happen and they keep moving forwards.

The war is over, all their wars are over, and finally, it’sjust them and whatever they chose to do in life.

—

Donnie grew up wondering if his partners would love him.April grew up pondering just who her partners could be. Casey grew up knowingthey’d make things work no matter what.

They finish growing up together, and somehow, three sets ofdual clocks find each other, and come together as fate intended.

Whether it’s late nights in the garage, grease and oilgetting up Donnie and Casey’s arms, or hours spent in the dojo sparring withweapons and grinning at April as she shines like an open flame; whether its sneakyventures getting Donnie into their apartments, or lounging in the one placethey can be in the open, far underground; whether it’s night or day or winteror summer, whether they’re young teenagers or young adults, they make thingswork.

They make things work.

Three sets of clocks followed the course of fate they wereset on, find the love they were always meant have, and swear to never let itgo.

#Request Night #capritello #this ended sappily but i don't even fucking care #i'm proud of myself for finally doing the soulmate AU and doing it damn well #Donatello #April O'neil #Casey Jones #tmnt #TMNT 2012 #my writing #two days #two days i worked on this #i hope you people are happy #that was like #at least ten hours of work all together #it took a long time bc of life stuff getting in the way #hur dur dur time to post on AO3 too

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