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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3

Multichapter Fanfiction, Incomplete Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2018) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Donatello/April O'Neil (TMNT) Characters: Donatello (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Foot Soldiers (TMNT), Foot Brute (TMNT) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, focus is mainly on Donnie and April, knight and princess AU, Knight!Donnie, Princess!April, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death, Minor Injuries, minor mentions of blood, Not Quite Enemies to Lovers, But kinda close, apritelloweek, technically part of apritello week lol, although it will continue past the event week, Reader-Interactive, Interactive Fiction, Interactive, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

Chapter Three Summary: From strange dreams to mysterious saviors, April and Donnie have quite an eventful night! At least they can catch up on some beauty sleep after a long day escaping the princess's kidnappers.

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Chapter 3: Alternate Routes

Hey y’all!

Doing another post where I detail all of the potential alternate routes this story could have taken for Chapter Three! Reading this post is NOT REQUIRED for the enjoyment of the story. This is just a fun selection of what-ifs you can entertain yourself on. These what-ifs are also “half-baked” in the sense that I didn’t have any concrete plans for them. Just rough ideas of where I could take the story if a certain option won.

This chapter didn’t have too many critical decisions/pivot points that had immediate consequences, but I hope deciding on what direction the story would take was interesting to y’all! :3

End of Chapter 2: If you recall the end of Chapter 2, you were deciding between two colors as April drifted off to sleep: Green and red. This was another vote that thwarted my attempt to injure Donnie! If y’all had voted red, the Foot Clan members would have found him and April, and he would have been injured in the following scuffle until Mira arrived. But alas, Donnie manages to remain unscathed another day lol.

Part One: This decision would not have changed much long-term. If April immediately trusted Mira, the POV would have switched to Donnie and he would be a lot more resistant to accepting Mira’s help. But the trio would have ended up at the cabin regardless.

Part Two: This decision on whether Donnie sleeps in the bed or on the floor would have impacted Donnie’s health. If the other option won, Donnie would have stayed up until he could no longer keep his eyes open before collapsing on the floor for a few hours of sleep. This would have impacted his ability to defend April later down the line, as he would be fatigued from not getting enough sleep. However, April managed to bully him into sleeping in the same bed and he was able to get a good night’s sleep! :D I also expected the winning option to win anyway because it's a classic trope that no one can resist lol.

Part Three: Like Part One, this would not have changed too much long term. Instead of Donnie spooning April, Donnie would have woken up to discover that their limbs were tangled together like two octopi. It would have made it exceedingly difficult for Donnie to escape from April, and he’d be stuck until she started to stir. 

Part Four: If Donnie had tried to escape the bed, April would have woken up pre-maturely and he wouldn’t have had the chance to admire April’s beauty (or have some existential crises). April would have also been a bit more cranky with him over the fact he interrupted her beauty sleep. 

Part Five: Oh this decision was quite critical, however since the events/consequences of this decision have not come to pass, I cannot provide any information on it just yet. Sorry! You’ll just have to wait and see what’s in store for Chapter 4. >:3c

However, I think it’s important that I talk about the chest! If the description of the chest sounded familiar, you would be correct! This chest was first seen in the Chapter 1, Part 5 poll. However, since the option with the chest didn’t win, April didn't get her infamous bat weapon early on in the story. The weapon would have come in handy if April and Donnie had engaged in any fights during their escape down the mountain earlier in the story. Thankfully, y’all played it safe (whether intentionally or on accident), so the bat wasn’t necessary. But… the bat might be needed going forward. Who’s to say... :)

Part Six: The consequences of this vote were also quite critical, but since I haven’t released the next part of the story, you’re going to have to wait and see what happens.

And there you have it! This chapter was a lot more chill than the previous one, and y'all are enjoying the journey.

Cannot promise the next chapter will be chill tho. >:3c

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 6

>> Outside the Mountain Pass

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie chews his lower lip.

The coastal town would be the safest option if it wasn’t for the fact the princess’s kidnappers could teleport. The purple-clad knight isn’t convinced that they’re not being followed either. Their adversaries could just be lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike once the witch is gone.

The mountain pass also runs a risk, but there is a small possibility that April’s entourage could be nearby. Reuniting with the guard would be ideal, especially if the black-clad ninjas try to kidnap April again.

“We’ll go to the teleportation spot near the Mountain Pass.” Donnie nods resolutely. “Since our mystery kidnapper group also has teleportation capabilities, I think it would be advantageous to put us closer to trained allies rather than civilians who could lose their lives. Princess April, is that ok?”

The princess gets up from the bed. “Sounds like a solid plan to me.” 

Mira frowns. “You don’t know who was pursuing you, princess?”

The duo shake their heads as April responds. “Nope! We just know they're persistent.”

The older woman hums. “They’re called the Foot Clan. They used to be a small fringe group, causing trouble and committing petty crimes across various towns. But they’ve been growing in number, and no one knows what their plans are.”

Donnie blinks and stands up straighter. Mira’s intel is concerning. If anyone knew about their existence, they should have informed the king or the royal court.

April seems to share the same opinion as she places a hand on her hip. “This is the first time I’ve heard of them. Does the royal court know?”

“They will now!” Her boisterous laugh causes the other two to jump. “Oh, they’ve just been nuisances up to this point. Petty theft, shoplifting, trespassing, disorderly conduct, the works. But kidnapping a princess?” Mira leans towards them. “The princess engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom? Oh, now that will get the King’s attention.”

“Sure hope it does,” April mutters, “I don’t want to play the damsel in distress role again anytime soon.”

“Well, just in case the Foot Clan tries to give you any more grief–” Mira waves her wand, and a chest with green paint peeling away from the weathered wood appears on the floor of the cabin “–the other witches and I have a gift for you.”

Donnie tilts his head curiously at the chest. “You know magical items are forbidden in April’s kingdom, right?"

“Well, I ain’t gonna be a Princess of Old York for much longer.” April steps in front of her knight and takes Mira’s hand in hers. “Thank you for the gift, Mira.”

“You’re most welcome, Your Highness,” The witch says with a cheek-dimpling smile on her face, “I hope you like it.”

The purple-clad knight watches as the princess dips down to open the chest, leaning over her to see the chest’s contents as the lid is lifted.

April gasps, “Oh my god, no way!”

Before he can inquire what’s inside, April lifts a green bat into the air. “Now I can clobber anyone who dares to cross me!”

Donnie shoots the witch a look, one of his drawn-on eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.

Mira waves her hand. “Gentry told us the princess wanted something to defend herself with.”

“And now I can!” Despite the small space available inside the cabin, April is already testing out her weapon, swinging it around with such practiced ease that it catches Donnie by surprise.

“Are you trained, princess?” He asks, watching her curiously.

“Well, not officially. But Gentry and a couple of knights taught me a few things while my dad wasn’t lookin’.” April turns to Donnie, planting the wide end of the bat on the floor and leaning on it. “I know juuuust enough to give someone a piece of my mind.”

“Blunt weaponry can be difficult to master, as they require more force and precision to inflict significant damage,” the knight comments as he rubs his chin with his hand, “I am curious, but I hope I don’t see your skills in combat anytime soon.”

April rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Dee.”

Donnie hums, but he isn’t confident. He won’t relax until April is safe within the walls of her own castle.

“Well, we’re wasting daylight my loves!” Mira claps her hands together. “How about we have a quick breakfast and then get going?”

After a quick meal of seasoned salami, crackers, and cheese, the duo gather their remaining items before taking the witch’s hand. Sparkling pink tendrils swirl around them once more, and soon they find themselves surrounded by several large boulders back in the forest.

“You can exit through there,” Mira points out the small dirt path that leads out of the sheltered circle, “The road that connects the two kingdoms will be downhill, should only take fifteen or so minutes to get there.”

“Thanks again, Mira,” April says, giving her a nod. “I really owe you one. Is there anything I can do to thank you for your help?”

The witch waves her hand. “Oh dear, you don’t need to do anything. Everything you do for Gentry is more than enough!”

“You sure?”

“Positively sure! Now, you two better get going. Wishing you both the best of luck!”

With that Mira flicks her wand and she’s off, pink magic and leaves from the forest floor swirling around her. Runes appear on the boulders as well, glowing bright pink. When the dust clears, the symbols fade from the boulders and the witch is nowhere to be seen. 

The duo look at each other before following the small dirt path out of the boulder ring and making their way downhill. It’s comfortably quiet except for the singing of songbirds and the crunch of leaves underneath their feet.

“Will you and your entourage leave as soon as I’m back in my kingdom?” April asks, looking at Donnie as they walk together.

“That decision is up to my Captain,” Donnie starts as he scans the forest around them, “But I hope he gives us a day’s rest.”

“I hope so too! I’d like to give you and your fellow knights a proper thank you, regardless of whether my father approves of it. How does a banquet sound?”

“We always appreciate a good meal. Fair warning, a significant portion of the yokai guards are carnivores, so they'll be expecting meat to be a significant portion of the meal.”

“Well, fish is plentiful around this time of year, so as long as y’all don’t object to seafood I’m sure we can provide that.”

The mere mention of fish has Donnie’s mouth watering. “Oh, I’m sure it will.”

They make it back to the path and look around, but there’s not a soul in sight. For Donnie, that is both a blessing and a curse. He’s still on his own for now, and he prays that none of the Foot Clan’s henchmen are nearby.

He steps closer to April. “Let’s make our way to your kingdom on foot. Hopefully, we run into our allies or a friendly face.”

April nods, not saying much as they begin walking.

>>Cha-Cha Slide >>Toprocking

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 6

>> Outside the Mountain Pass

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie chews his lower lip.

The coastal town would be the safest option if it wasn’t for the fact the princess’s kidnappers could teleport. The purple-clad knight isn’t convinced that they’re not being followed either. Their adversaries could just be lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike once the witch is gone.

The mountain pass also runs a risk, but there is a small possibility that April’s entourage could be nearby. Reuniting with the guard would be ideal, especially if the black-clad ninjas try to kidnap April again.

“We’ll go to the teleportation spot near the Mountain Pass.” Donnie nods resolutely. “Since our mystery kidnapper group also has teleportation capabilities, I think it would be advantageous to put us closer to trained allies rather than civilians who could lose their lives. Princess April, is that ok?”

The princess gets up from the bed. “Sounds like a solid plan to me.” 

Mira frowns. “You don’t know who was pursuing you, princess?”

The duo shake their heads as April responds. “Nope! We just know they're persistent.”

The older woman hums. “They’re called the Foot Clan. They used to be a small fringe group, causing trouble and committing petty crimes across various towns. But they’ve been growing in number, and no one knows what their plans are.”

Donnie blinks and stands up straighter. Mira’s intel is concerning. If anyone knew about their existence, they should have informed the king or the royal court.

April seems to share the same opinion as she places a hand on her hip. “This is the first time I’ve heard of them. Does the royal court know?”

“They will now!” Her boisterous laugh causes the other two to jump. “Oh, they’ve just been nuisances up to this point. Petty theft, shoplifting, trespassing, disorderly conduct, the works. But kidnapping a princess?” Mira leans towards them. “The princess engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom? Oh, now that will get the King’s attention.”

“Sure hope it does,” April mutters, “I don’t want to play the damsel in distress role again anytime soon.”

“Well, just in case the Foot Clan tries to give you any more grief–” Mira waves her wand, and a chest with green paint peeling away from the weathered wood appears on the floor of the cabin “–the other witches and I have a gift for you.”

Donnie tilts his head curiously at the chest. “You know magical items are forbidden in April’s kingdom, right?"

“Well, I ain’t gonna be a Princess of Old York for much longer.” April steps in front of her knight and takes Mira’s hand in hers. “Thank you for the gift, Mira.”

“You’re most welcome, Your Highness,” The witch says with a cheek-dimpling smile on her face, “I hope you like it.”

The purple-clad knight watches as the princess dips down to open the chest, leaning over her to see the chest’s contents as the lid is lifted.

April gasps, “Oh my god, no way!”

Before he can inquire what’s inside, April lifts a green bat into the air. “Now I can clobber anyone who dares to cross me!”

Donnie shoots the witch a look, one of his drawn-on eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.

Mira waves her hand. “Gentry told us the princess wanted something to defend herself with.”

“And now I can!” Despite the small space available inside the cabin, April is already testing out her weapon, swinging it around with such practiced ease that it catches Donnie by surprise.

“Are you trained, princess?” He asks, watching her curiously.

“Well, not officially. But Gentry and a couple of knights taught me a few things while my dad wasn’t lookin’.” April turns to Donnie, planting the wide end of the bat on the floor and leaning on it. “I know juuuust enough to give someone a piece of my mind.”

“Blunt weaponry can be difficult to master, as they require more force and precision to inflict significant damage,” the knight comments as he rubs his chin with his hand, “I am curious, but I hope I don’t see your skills in combat anytime soon.”

April rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Dee.”

Donnie hums, but he isn’t confident. He won’t relax until April is safe within the walls of her own castle.

“Well, we’re wasting daylight my loves!” Mira claps her hands together. “How about we have a quick breakfast and then get going?”

After a quick meal of seasoned salami, crackers, and cheese, the duo gather their remaining items before taking the witch’s hand. Sparkling pink tendrils swirl around them once more, and soon they find themselves surrounded by several large boulders back in the forest.

“You can exit through there,” Mira points out the small dirt path that leads out of the sheltered circle, “The road that connects the two kingdoms will be downhill, should only take fifteen or so minutes to get there.”

“Thanks again, Mira,” April says, giving her a nod. “I really owe you one. Is there anything I can do to thank you for your help?”

The witch waves her hand. “Oh dear, you don’t need to do anything. Everything you do for Gentry is more than enough!”

“You sure?”

“Positively sure! Now, you two better get going. Wishing you both the best of luck!”

With that Mira flicks her wand and she’s off, pink magic and leaves from the forest floor swirling around her. Runes appear on the boulders as well, glowing bright pink. When the dust clears, the symbols fade from the boulders and the witch is nowhere to be seen. 

The duo look at each other before following the small dirt path out of the boulder ring and making their way downhill. It’s comfortably quiet except for the singing of songbirds and the crunch of leaves underneath their feet.

“Will you and your entourage leave as soon as I’m back in my kingdom?” April asks, looking at Donnie as they walk together.

“That decision is up to my Captain,” Donnie starts as he scans the forest around them, “But I hope he gives us a day’s rest.”

“I hope so too! I’d like to give you and your fellow knights a proper thank you, regardless of whether my father approves of it. How does a banquet sound?”

“We always appreciate a good meal. Fair warning, a significant portion of the yokai guards are carnivores, so they'll be expecting meat to be a significant portion of the meal.”

“Well, fish is plentiful around this time of year, so as long as y’all don’t object to seafood I’m sure we can provide that.”

The mere mention of fish has Donnie’s mouth watering. “Oh, I’m sure it will.”

They make it back to the path and look around, but there’s not a soul in sight. For Donnie, that is both a blessing and a curse. He’s still on his own for now, and he prays that none of the Foot Clan’s henchmen are nearby.

He steps closer to April. “Let’s make our way to your kingdom on foot. Hopefully, we run into our allies or a friendly face.”

April nods, not saying much as they begin walking.

>>Cha-Cha Slide >>Toprocking

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 6

>> Outside the Mountain Pass

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie chews his lower lip.

The coastal town would be the safest option if it wasn’t for the fact the princess’s kidnappers could teleport. The purple-clad knight isn’t convinced that they’re not being followed either. Their adversaries could just be lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike once the witch is gone.

The mountain pass also runs a risk, but there is a small possibility that April’s entourage could be nearby. Reuniting with the guard would be ideal, especially if the black-clad ninjas try to kidnap April again.

“We’ll go to the teleportation spot near the Mountain Pass.” Donnie nods resolutely. “Since our mystery kidnapper group also has teleportation capabilities, I think it would be advantageous to put us closer to trained allies rather than civilians who could lose their lives. Princess April, is that ok?”

The princess gets up from the bed. “Sounds like a solid plan to me.” 

Mira frowns. “You don’t know who was pursuing you, princess?”

The duo shake their heads as April responds. “Nope! We just know they're persistent.”

The older woman hums. “They’re called the Foot Clan. They used to be a small fringe group, causing trouble and committing petty crimes across various towns. But they’ve been growing in number, and no one knows what their plans are.”

Donnie blinks and stands up straighter. Mira’s intel is concerning. If anyone knew about their existence, they should have informed the king or the royal court.

April seems to share the same opinion as she places a hand on her hip. “This is the first time I’ve heard of them. Does the royal court know?”

“They will now!” Her boisterous laugh causes the other two to jump. “Oh, they’ve just been nuisances up to this point. Petty theft, shoplifting, trespassing, disorderly conduct, the works. But kidnapping a princess?” Mira leans towards them. “The princess engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom? Oh, now that will get the King’s attention.”

“Sure hope it does,” April mutters, “I don’t want to play the damsel in distress role again anytime soon.”

“Well, just in case the Foot Clan tries to give you any more grief–” Mira waves her wand, and a chest with green paint peeling away from the weathered wood appears on the floor of the cabin “–the other witches and I have a gift for you.”

Donnie tilts his head curiously at the chest. “You know magical items are forbidden in April’s kingdom, right?"

“Well, I ain’t gonna be a Princess of Old York for much longer.” April steps in front of her knight and takes Mira’s hand in hers. “Thank you for the gift, Mira.”

“You’re most welcome, Your Highness,” The witch says with a cheek-dimpling smile on her face, “I hope you like it.”

The purple-clad knight watches as the princess dips down to open the chest, leaning over her to see the chest’s contents as the lid is lifted.

April gasps, “Oh my god, no way!”

Before he can inquire what’s inside, April lifts a green bat into the air. “Now I can clobber anyone who dares to cross me!”

Donnie shoots the witch a look, one of his drawn-on eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.

Mira waves her hand. “Gentry told us the princess wanted something to defend herself with.”

“And now I can!” Despite the small space available inside the cabin, April is already testing out her weapon, swinging it around with such practiced ease that it catches Donnie by surprise.

“Are you trained, princess?” He asks, watching her curiously.

“Well, not officially. But Gentry and a couple of knights taught me a few things while my dad wasn’t lookin’.” April turns to Donnie, planting the wide end of the bat on the floor and leaning on it. “I know juuuust enough to give someone a piece of my mind.”

“Blunt weaponry can be difficult to master, as they require more force and precision to inflict significant damage,” the knight comments as he rubs his chin with his hand, “I am curious, but I hope I don’t see your skills in combat anytime soon.”

April rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Dee.”

Donnie hums, but he isn’t confident. He won’t relax until April is safe within the walls of her own castle.

“Well, we’re wasting daylight my loves!” Mira claps her hands together. “How about we have a quick breakfast and then get going?”

After a quick meal of seasoned salami, crackers, and cheese, the duo gather their remaining items before taking the witch’s hand. Sparkling pink tendrils swirl around them once more, and soon they find themselves surrounded by several large boulders back in the forest.

“You can exit through there,” Mira points out the small dirt path that leads out of the sheltered circle, “The road that connects the two kingdoms will be downhill, should only take fifteen or so minutes to get there.”

“Thanks again, Mira,” April says, giving her a nod. “I really owe you one. Is there anything I can do to thank you for your help?”

The witch waves her hand. “Oh dear, you don’t need to do anything. Everything you do for Gentry is more than enough!”

“You sure?”

“Positively sure! Now, you two better get going. Wishing you both the best of luck!”

With that Mira flicks her wand and she’s off, pink magic and leaves from the forest floor swirling around her. Runes appear on the boulders as well, glowing bright pink. When the dust clears, the symbols fade from the boulders and the witch is nowhere to be seen. 

The duo look at each other before following the small dirt path out of the boulder ring and making their way downhill. It’s comfortably quiet except for the singing of songbirds and the crunch of leaves underneath their feet.

“Will you and your entourage leave as soon as I’m back in my kingdom?” April asks, looking at Donnie as they walk together.

“That decision is up to my Captain,” Donnie starts as he scans the forest around them, “But I hope he gives us a day’s rest.”

“I hope so too! I’d like to give you and your fellow knights a proper thank you, regardless of whether my father approves of it. How does a banquet sound?”

“We always appreciate a good meal. Fair warning, a significant portion of the yokai guards are carnivores, so they'll be expecting meat to be a significant portion of the meal.”

“Well, fish is plentiful around this time of year, so as long as y’all don’t object to seafood I’m sure we can provide that.”

The mere mention of fish has Donnie’s mouth watering. “Oh, I’m sure it will.”

They make it back to the path and look around, but there’s not a soul in sight. For Donnie, that is both a blessing and a curse. He’s still on his own for now, and he prays that none of the Foot Clan’s henchmen are nearby.

He steps closer to April. “Let’s make our way to your kingdom on foot. Hopefully, we run into our allies or a friendly face.”

April nods, not saying much as they begin walking.

>>Cha-Cha Slide >>Toprocking

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 5

>> Donnie decides to remain in bed.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie bites his lip, debating whether he should slip out of bed and risk waking the princess. But she looks so peaceful, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath, like small waves lapping at the edge of a lake’s shore. All of the tension in her shoulders from the previous day has been washed away as well, her muscles relaxed thanks to a good night’s rest.

He can't bring himself to disturb her restful slumber.

So he relaxes, trying his best to get comfortable as he lets April sleep for a little bit longer. He steals another look at Mira, making sure she’s still asleep.

He doesn’t want the embarrassment of someone else witnessing this.

Once he’s positive the kind witch is still asleep, he turns his attention back to April. He watches her silently, eyes scanning every feature on her face.

He’d never admit it, but he finds her… beautiful. For a human, at least. Freckles dust the bridge of her nose and cheeks like stardust, and despite the lack of suitable lighting in the cabin her skin almost glows. Her rosy red lips—slightly parted as she sleeps—look impeccably soft. So soft he almost wonders what it would be like to kiss–

Donnie has to stop himself from physically recoiling so he doesn't wake her.

What is wrong with him?

Sure, April has grown on him since the ambush yesterday. He certainly likes her more now that he knows she’s not the stuck-up, judgmental human princess he thought she was. He now knows that her quiet, distant behavior during her diplomatic visit was because of her father and the fact she had no say in the decisions affecting her life. 

He adores her kind and intrepid spirit, and he’s elated by her interest in his scientific inventions. But… he knows that he cannot be anything more than a knight to her.

She’s engaged to his brother, Prince Raph, the Crown Prince of Terrapathia. 

Not him, a mutant who was specifically made to usurp the throne.

Any fleeting crush or feelings he has for her must remain that way.

Short-lived.

But… maybe he can savor this. For just a little bit longer. 

So he stays still, keeping his breathing as calm and steady as possible so April can continue resting. His gaze never once leaves her, as if trying to etch the memory of this moment into his brain so that he’ll never forget it.

As the morning light filters in through the window, April and Mira start to stir. Before either is truly awake, Donnie slips out of bed. He glances at both of them, making sure neither noticed before he walks over to where he left his gear the previous night. He starts systematically putting back on his armor, his shell turned toward the princess. 

Mira yawns, “Oooh, I feel pretty well rested. How about you two?”

“Perfectly fine,” Donnie responds flatly, shoving down any lingering feelings before continuing. “The bed was quite comfortable.”

“Yeah, the bed’s comfier than the one in my bedroom,” April agrees, sitting up and stretching her limbs while yawning. 

“We should leave soon,” Donnie states as he slips on his boots and tightens the straps. “Neither kingdom can afford for April to be missing for much longer.”

“Indeed.” Mira agrees as she stands up from her chair. “Well, I can take you to two locations. Both are within the Princess’s territory, but they each have their risks.”

The purple-clad knight turns to the witch as he adjusts his gauntlets. “What are our options?”

“Well, the first is teleporting to just outside the mountain pass,” Mira begins, “The guards of both kingdoms would be expecting you to potentially show up there.”

“But so would our mystery kidnapper group,” Donnie comments. 

“Exactly,” Mira agrees, “So my second option would be to teleport you to one of the coastal towns. No one would be expecting you there, but I don’t know if it would spark any rumors. You know what Old York’s royal council is like.”

“Yeah, that’s a difficult choice.” April slips out of bed and retrieves her shoes from wherever she tossed them the previous night. “What do ya think, Sir Donatello?”

>> Outside the Mountain Pass >> Coastal Town

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 5

>> Donnie decides to remain in bed.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie bites his lip, debating whether he should slip out of bed and risk waking the princess. But she looks so peaceful, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath, like small waves lapping at the edge of a lake’s shore. All of the tension in her shoulders from the previous day has been washed away as well, her muscles relaxed thanks to a good night’s rest.

He can't bring himself to disturb her restful slumber.

So he relaxes, trying his best to get comfortable as he lets April sleep for a little bit longer. He steals another look at Mira, making sure she’s still asleep.

He doesn’t want the embarrassment of someone else witnessing this.

Once he’s positive the kind witch is still asleep, he turns his attention back to April. He watches her silently, eyes scanning every feature on her face.

He’d never admit it, but he finds her… beautiful. For a human, at least. Freckles dust the bridge of her nose and cheeks like stardust, and despite the lack of suitable lighting in the cabin her skin almost glows. Her rosy red lips—slightly parted as she sleeps—look impeccably soft. So soft he almost wonders what it would be like to kiss–

Donnie has to stop himself from physically recoiling so he doesn't wake her.

What is wrong with him?

Sure, April has grown on him since the ambush yesterday. He certainly likes her more now that he knows she’s not the stuck-up, judgmental human princess he thought she was. He now knows that her quiet, distant behavior during her diplomatic visit was because of her father and the fact she had no say in the decisions affecting her life. 

He adores her kind and intrepid spirit, and he’s elated by her interest in his scientific inventions. But… he knows that he cannot be anything more than a knight to her.

She’s engaged to his brother, Prince Raph, the Crown Prince of Terrapathia. 

Not him, a mutant who was specifically made to usurp the throne.

Any fleeting crush or feelings he has for her must remain that way.

Short-lived.

But… maybe he can savor this. For just a little bit longer. 

So he stays still, keeping his breathing as calm and steady as possible so April can continue resting. His gaze never once leaves her, as if trying to etch the memory of this moment into his brain so that he’ll never forget it.

As the morning light filters in through the window, April and Mira start to stir. Before either is truly awake, Donnie slips out of bed. He glances at both of them, making sure neither noticed before he walks over to where he left his gear the previous night. He starts systematically putting back on his armor, his shell turned toward the princess. 

Mira yawns, “Oooh, I feel pretty well rested. How about you two?”

“Perfectly fine,” Donnie responds flatly, shoving down any lingering feelings before continuing. “The bed was quite comfortable.”

“Yeah, the bed’s comfier than the one in my bedroom,” April agrees, sitting up and stretching her limbs while yawning. 

“We should leave soon,” Donnie states as he slips on his boots and tightens the straps. “Neither kingdom can afford for April to be missing for much longer.”

“Indeed.” Mira agrees as she stands up from her chair. “Well, I can take you to two locations. Both are within the Princess’s territory, but they each have their risks.”

The purple-clad knight turns to the witch as he adjusts his gauntlets. “What are our options?”

“Well, the first is teleporting to just outside the mountain pass,” Mira begins, “The guards of both kingdoms would be expecting you to potentially show up there.”

“But so would our mystery kidnapper group,” Donnie comments. 

“Exactly,” Mira agrees, “So my second option would be to teleport you to one of the coastal towns. No one would be expecting you there, but I don’t know if it would spark any rumors. You know what Old York’s royal council is like.”

“Yeah, that’s a difficult choice.” April slips out of bed and retrieves her shoes from wherever she tossed them the previous night. “What do ya think, Sir Donatello?”

>> Outside the Mountain Pass >> Coastal Town

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 5

>> Donnie decides to remain in bed.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie bites his lip, debating whether he should slip out of bed and risk waking the princess. But she looks so peaceful, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath, like small waves lapping at the edge of a lake’s shore. All of the tension in her shoulders from the previous day has been washed away as well, her muscles relaxed thanks to a good night’s rest.

He can't bring himself to disturb her restful slumber.

So he relaxes, trying his best to get comfortable as he lets April sleep for a little bit longer. He steals another look at Mira, making sure she’s still asleep.

He doesn’t want the embarrassment of someone else witnessing this.

Once he’s positive the kind witch is still asleep, he turns his attention back to April. He watches her silently, eyes scanning every feature on her face.

He’d never admit it, but he finds her… beautiful. For a human, at least. Freckles dust the bridge of her nose and cheeks like stardust, and despite the lack of suitable lighting in the cabin her skin almost glows. Her rosy red lips—slightly parted as she sleeps—look impeccably soft. So soft he almost wonders what it would be like to kiss–

Donnie has to stop himself from physically recoiling so he doesn't wake her.

What is wrong with him?

Sure, April has grown on him since the ambush yesterday. He certainly likes her more now that he knows she’s not the stuck-up, judgmental human princess he thought she was. He now knows that her quiet, distant behavior during her diplomatic visit was because of her father and the fact she had no say in the decisions affecting her life. 

He adores her kind and intrepid spirit, and he’s elated by her interest in his scientific inventions. But… he knows that he cannot be anything more than a knight to her.

She’s engaged to his brother, Prince Raph, the Crown Prince of Terrapathia. 

Not him, a mutant who was specifically made to usurp the throne.

Any fleeting crush or feelings he has for her must remain that way.

Short-lived.

But… maybe he can savor this. For just a little bit longer. 

So he stays still, keeping his breathing as calm and steady as possible so April can continue resting. His gaze never once leaves her, as if trying to etch the memory of this moment into his brain so that he’ll never forget it.

As the morning light filters in through the window, April and Mira start to stir. Before either is truly awake, Donnie slips out of bed. He glances at both of them, making sure neither noticed before he walks over to where he left his gear the previous night. He starts systematically putting back on his armor, his shell turned toward the princess. 

Mira yawns, “Oooh, I feel pretty well rested. How about you two?”

“Perfectly fine,” Donnie responds flatly, shoving down any lingering feelings before continuing. “The bed was quite comfortable.”

“Yeah, the bed’s comfier than the one in my bedroom,” April agrees, sitting up and stretching her limbs while yawning. 

“We should leave soon,” Donnie states as he slips on his boots and tightens the straps. “Neither kingdom can afford for April to be missing for much longer.”

“Indeed.” Mira agrees as she stands up from her chair. “Well, I can take you to two locations. Both are within the Princess’s territory, but they each have their risks.”

The purple-clad knight turns to the witch as he adjusts his gauntlets. “What are our options?”

“Well, the first is teleporting to just outside the mountain pass,” Mira begins, “The guards of both kingdoms would be expecting you to potentially show up there.”

“But so would our mystery kidnapper group,” Donnie comments. 

“Exactly,” Mira agrees, “So my second option would be to teleport you to one of the coastal towns. No one would be expecting you there, but I don’t know if it would spark any rumors. You know what Old York’s royal council is like.”

“Yeah, that’s a difficult choice.” April slips out of bed and retrieves her shoes from wherever she tossed them the previous night. “What do ya think, Sir Donatello?”

>> Outside the Mountain Pass

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Update Coming Soon!

Sorry for the wait everyone! I meant to get something out mid-December, but it turns out finals + the holiday rush proved to be a bit much for me lol.

I am working on the next part and I hope to get it out soon. Maybe for New Years? We shall see! :D

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 4

>> Spoon.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Wedding bells and blaring trumpets fill the air as flower petals drift downward. Donnie ignores the colorful flurry, instead keeping his watchful eyes trained on the two newlyweds before him. Their backs are to him as they greet their subjects below from the castle balcony. 

He runs his thumb up and down his ceremonial wooden bō, attempting to ground himself and stay focused. His trusty titanium bō is neatly condensed and packed away at his side, should he need to defend the new King and Queen. However, on such a joyous day of “love and peace,” or whatever Prince Mikey would call it, he doubts it will be necessary. 

In his peripheral vision, he sees the Captain of the Old York Royal Guard also standing watch over the newlyweds. She’s dressed in the attire more common for her kingdom, albeit more fancy and formal for the occasion. It’s hard to make out her expression, but he can guess her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, all of her attention completely on the two in front of them.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Bubbly laughter catches the softshell’s attention, and he focuses back on the newlyweds. The smaller figure dressed in white—April—is whispering something to Prince, no, King Raph. A smile dimples her cheeks, and Raph seems amused by whatever she’s talking to him about. His half-brother then pulls her closer and presses a kiss on her forehead before both turn back to their subjects below.

Donnie clenches his jaw as he takes a harsh breath in. A strange, burning sensation builds in his chest.

He’s lucky to be in the position he’s in now. As a usurper created by a mad scientist hellbent on conquest, he should have never made it out of the lab. The continuous mercy given to him by his father and now Raph is more than he could ask for. Being selected to be a future Co-captain of the Royal Guard is more than he could ever ask for.

And yet.

A knot tightens in his stomach as he watches Raph embrace April, hold her close, and call her his Queen as he addresses his subjects. 

Donnie closes his eyes and steadies his breath, trying to regain control of himself. But when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer behind the newlywed couple. 

No, instead he is the one embracing April. She’s tucked into his side perfectly, like two puzzle pieces joining together. She’s gazing up at him softly, affectionately, and a soft smile graces her lips.

He gulps, a blush spreading across his face. Would she really look this beautiful at her wedding?

A sudden sense of apprehension shoots up the knight’s shell, and he turns his gaze downward, toward the crowd below the castle balcony. The masses are indistinguishable, a massive blur of colors and faces, all except for one who sticks out like a sore thumb.

The yokai perfectly resembles the sketches and paintings Donnie’s seen before. His long maroon hair is tied back in a bun and out of his face while his caprid ears swivel toward him. Orange eyes, bright and harsh and hauntingly familiar, stare him down as his mouth twists into a fanged smirk. 

—oOo—

Donnie wakes with a jolt, eyes snapping open as he sucks a deep breath in. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down and remember where he is. He relaxes as he looks around the cabin, taking note that there are no visible threats to himself or April. The only other person in the cabin is the witch, Mira, who snores quietly in her rocking chair.

He returns his attention to the princess, and his breath catches in his throat as he realizes that he’s holding her close, mirroring their embrace in his dream. Her back is tucked against his plastron, sound asleep and breathing softly. One of his arms is wrapped comfortably around her waist, the other trapped underneath her head.

Donnie…

>> Tries to escape the bed. >> Decides to remain in bed.

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 4

>> Spoon.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Wedding bells and blaring trumpets fill the air as flower petals drift downward. Donnie ignores the colorful flurry, instead keeping his watchful eyes trained on the two newlyweds before him. Their backs are to him as they greet their subjects below from the castle balcony. 

He runs his thumb up and down his ceremonial wooden bō, attempting to ground himself and stay focused. His trusty titanium bō is neatly condensed and packed away at his side, should he need to defend the new King and Queen. However, on such a joyous day of “love and peace,” or whatever Prince Mikey would call it, he doubts it will be necessary. 

In his peripheral vision, he sees the Captain of the Old York Royal Guard also standing watch over the newlyweds. She’s dressed in the attire more common for her kingdom, albeit more fancy and formal for the occasion. It’s hard to make out her expression, but he can guess her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, all of her attention completely on the two in front of them.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Bubbly laughter catches the softshell’s attention, and he focuses back on the newlyweds. The smaller figure dressed in white—April—is whispering something to Prince, no, King Raph. A smile dimples her cheeks, and Raph seems amused by whatever she’s talking to him about. His half-brother then pulls her closer and presses a kiss on her forehead before both turn back to their subjects below.

Donnie clenches his jaw as he takes a harsh breath in. A strange, burning sensation builds in his chest.

He’s lucky to be in the position he’s in now. As a usurper created by a mad scientist hellbent on conquest, he should have never made it out of the lab. The continuous mercy given to him by his father and now Raph is more than he could ask for. Being selected to be a future Co-captain of the Royal Guard is more than he could ever ask for.

And yet.

A knot tightens in his stomach as he watches Raph embrace April, hold her close, and call her his Queen as he addresses his subjects. 

Donnie closes his eyes and steadies his breath, trying to regain control of himself. But when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer behind the newlywed couple. 

No, instead he is the one embracing April. She’s tucked into his side perfectly, like two puzzle pieces joining together. She’s gazing up at him softly, affectionately, and a soft smile graces her lips.

He gulps, a blush spreading across his face. Would she really look this beautiful at her wedding?

A sudden sense of apprehension shoots up the knight’s shell, and he turns his gaze downward, toward the crowd below the castle balcony. The masses are indistinguishable, a massive blur of colors and faces, all except for one who sticks out like a sore thumb.

The yokai perfectly resembles the sketches and paintings Donnie’s seen before. His long maroon hair is tied back in a bun and out of his face while his caprid ears swivel toward him. Orange eyes, bright and harsh and hauntingly familiar, stare him down as his mouth twists into a fanged smirk. 

—oOo—

Donnie wakes with a jolt, eyes snapping open as he sucks a deep breath in. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down and remember where he is. He relaxes as he looks around the cabin, taking note that there are no visible threats to himself or April. The only other person in the cabin is the witch, Mira, who snores quietly in her rocking chair.

He returns his attention to the princess, and his breath catches in his throat as he realizes that he’s holding her close, mirroring their embrace in his dream. Her back is tucked against his plastron, sound asleep and breathing softly. One of his arms is wrapped comfortably around her waist, the other trapped underneath her head.

Donnie…

>> Tries to escape the bed. >> Decides to remain in bed.

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 4

>> Spoon.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Wedding bells and blaring trumpets fill the air as flower petals drift downward. Donnie ignores the colorful flurry, instead keeping his watchful eyes trained on the two newlyweds before him. Their backs are to him as they greet their subjects below from the castle balcony. 

He runs his thumb up and down his ceremonial wooden bō, attempting to ground himself and stay focused. His trusty titanium bō is neatly condensed and packed away at his side, should he need to defend the new King and Queen. However, on such a joyous day of “love and peace,” or whatever Prince Mikey would call it, he doubts it will be necessary. 

In his peripheral vision, he sees the Captain of the Old York Royal Guard also standing watch over the newlyweds. She’s dressed in the attire more common for her kingdom, albeit more fancy and formal for the occasion. It’s hard to make out her expression, but he can guess her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, all of her attention completely on the two in front of them.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Bubbly laughter catches the softshell’s attention, and he focuses back on the newlyweds. The smaller figure dressed in white—April—is whispering something to Prince, no, King Raph. A smile dimples her cheeks, and Raph seems amused by whatever she’s talking to him about. His half-brother then pulls her closer and presses a kiss on her forehead before both turn back to their subjects below.

Donnie clenches his jaw as he takes a harsh breath in. A strange, burning sensation builds in his chest.

He’s lucky to be in the position he’s in now. As a usurper created by a mad scientist hellbent on conquest, he should have never made it out of the lab. The continuous mercy given to him by his father and now Raph is more than he could ask for. Being selected to be a future Co-captain of the Royal Guard is more than he could ever ask for.

And yet.

A knot tightens in his stomach as he watches Raph embrace April, hold her close, and call her his Queen as he addresses his subjects. 

Donnie closes his eyes and steadies his breath, trying to regain control of himself. But when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer behind the newlywed couple. 

No, instead he is the one embracing April. She’s tucked into his side perfectly, like two puzzle pieces joining together. She’s gazing up at him softly, affectionately, and a soft smile graces her lips.

He gulps, a blush spreading across his face. Would she really look this beautiful at her wedding?

A sudden sense of apprehension shoots up the knight’s shell, and he turns his gaze downward, toward the crowd below the castle balcony. The masses are indistinguishable, a massive blur of colors and faces, all except for one who sticks out like a sore thumb.

The yokai perfectly resembles the sketches and paintings Donnie’s seen before. His long maroon hair is tied back in a bun and out of his face while his caprid ears swivel toward him. Orange eyes, bright and harsh and hauntingly familiar, stare him down as his mouth twists into a fanged smirk. 

—oOo—

Donnie wakes with a jolt, eyes snapping open as he sucks a deep breath in. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down and remember where he is. He relaxes as he looks around the cabin, taking note that there are no visible threats to himself or April. The only other person in the cabin is the witch, Mira, who snores quietly in her rocking chair.

He returns his attention to the princess, and his breath catches in his throat as he realizes that he’s holding her close, mirroring their embrace in his dream. Her back is tucked against his plastron, sound asleep and breathing softly. One of his arms is wrapped comfortably around her waist, the other trapped underneath her head.

Donnie…

>> Tries to escape the bed. >> Decides to remain in bed.

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aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YEEEESSSSSSS!!! THE PEOPLE CAN SEE THIS FANTASTIC AND BEAUTIFUL ART PIECE IN ALL ITS GLORY!!! :D I just love this piece so much; both April and Raph look just so regal and beautiful and gorgeous!!! And then Donnie n Cass in the background keeping an eye on their true lover the royal couple. It is simply PERFECTION!!! Thanks again, I love this piece. 💜💜💜

I drew this for @apritellointeractive , and they wrote it into the story!

Its a dream sequence from Donnie’s POV, about how he so dearly wishes he was marrying Princess April instead of Raph!

But will he let his feelings show, or bury them under his duty!? Follow the story and vote to guide it along!

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 4

>> Spoon.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Wedding bells and blaring trumpets fill the air as flower petals drift downward. Donnie ignores the colorful flurry, instead keeping his watchful eyes trained on the two newlyweds before him. Their backs are to him as they greet their subjects below from the castle balcony. 

He runs his thumb up and down his ceremonial wooden bō, attempting to ground himself and stay focused. His trusty titanium bō is neatly condensed and packed away at his side, should he need to defend the new King and Queen. However, on such a joyous day of “love and peace,” or whatever Prince Mikey would call it, he doubts it will be necessary. 

In his peripheral vision, he sees the Captain of the Old York Royal Guard also standing watch over the newlyweds. She’s dressed in the attire more common for her kingdom, albeit more fancy and formal for the occasion. It’s hard to make out her expression, but he can guess her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, all of her attention completely on the two in front of them.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Bubbly laughter catches the softshell’s attention, and he focuses back on the newlyweds. The smaller figure dressed in white—April—is whispering something to Prince, no, King Raph. A smile dimples her cheeks, and Raph seems amused by whatever she’s talking to him about. His half-brother then pulls her closer and presses a kiss on her forehead before both turn back to their subjects below.

Donnie clenches his jaw as he takes a harsh breath in. A strange, burning sensation builds in his chest.

He’s lucky to be in the position he’s in now. As a usurper created by a mad scientist hellbent on conquest, he should have never made it out of the lab. The continuous mercy given to him by his father and now Raph is more than he could ask for. Being selected to be a future Co-captain of the Royal Guard is more than he could ever ask for.

And yet.

A knot tightens in his stomach as he watches Raph embrace April, hold her close, and call her his Queen as he addresses his subjects. 

Donnie closes his eyes and steadies his breath, trying to regain control of himself. But when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer behind the newlywed couple. 

No, instead he is the one embracing April. She’s tucked into his side perfectly, like two puzzle pieces joining together. She’s gazing up at him softly, affectionately, and a soft smile graces her lips.

He gulps, a blush spreading across his face. Would she really look this beautiful at her wedding?

A sudden sense of apprehension shoots up the knight’s shell, and he turns his gaze downward, toward the crowd below the castle balcony. The masses are indistinguishable, a massive blur of colors and faces, all except for one who sticks out like a sore thumb.

The yokai perfectly resembles the sketches and paintings Donnie’s seen before. His long maroon hair is tied back in a bun and out of his face while his caprid ears swivel toward him. Orange eyes, bright and harsh and hauntingly familiar, stare him down as his mouth twists into a fanged smirk. 

—oOo—

Donnie wakes with a jolt, eyes snapping open as he sucks a deep breath in. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down and remember where he is. He relaxes as he looks around the cabin, taking note that there are no visible threats to himself or April. The only other person in the cabin is the witch, Mira, who snores quietly in her rocking chair.

He returns his attention to the princess, and his breath catches in his throat as he realizes that he’s holding her close, mirroring their embrace in his dream. Her back is tucked against his plastron, sound asleep and breathing softly. One of his arms is wrapped comfortably around her waist, the other trapped underneath her head.

Donnie…

>> Decides to remain in bed.

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 3

>> April rolls her eyes and tells Donnie to get in bed… or else…

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

April rolls her eyes. 

Honestly, she doesn’t care what’s considered proper for a princess right now. It’s very late, they're dead tired, and sleep would be good for both of them. 

“Donatello, it’s fine. Just get in bed.”

The knight turns to look at her, a scandalized expression on his face. “Princess, I absolutely cannot join you in the same bed. It would be unbecoming for an esteemed knight such as myself.”

Her brows furrow. Perhaps it’s the fatigue getting to her, but she’s displeased that he only seems to care about his image, not hers. 

If anyone would be significantly impacted by this, it would be her.

A frown pulls her lips downward as she sits up in bed. “Sir Donatello, if you do not join me in bed, I will have Mira kick you out to sleep outside on the cold, hard ground.”

“Scoff, you cannot possibly be serio–”

“Oh, I would be honored to be at your service, Princess April!” Mira joyfully exclaims as she pulls out her want, magic already sparking at the end of it. “Just say the word!”

“I’ll give you to the count of three,” April states.

Donnie’s eyebrow twitches as his shoulders visibly sag, despite the armor. “You… you can’t be serious.”

“One.”

“If any of the Royal Courts find out, I’ll be toast!”

“Don’t care. Two.”

“Princess, if Leo finds out he’ll never let me live it down.”

April glares directly at him, unyielding and unmoving in her commitment. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Mira gleefully waving her wand in the air, ready to hurl the poor knight outside.

A smirk graces her lips, but before she can utter a word, the knight throws up his arms.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll share the same bed as you. Just–” the knight rests his weapon against the wall before loosening the straps of his gauntlets “–let me take off my armor first. It’s not comfortable to sleep in.” 

While satisfied she won the battle of wills, April’s sad that she didn’t get to see Mira toss him out. That would have been entertaining, at least.

“Five minutes.” She lays back down in the bed, wanting to get this over with so she can sleep. 

Donnie gasps in disbelief, “It will take at least ten minutes for me to get out of my armor properly.”

“Guess you better hurry up then.”

He looks at her, but April keeps a firm expression on her face and makes it clear she’s not yielding. The softshell bites his lip and speeds up taking off his armor, wary that at any moment Mira could just kick him out if the princess so much desires.

As he undresses, the princess watches and the hardened look on her face softens. While he’s still much taller than her, she realizes the bulky armor made him look, well, bigger. He looks like he’s shedding a couple of pounds—and given how relieved he looks as his gauntlets and boots hit the ground with a heavy thud, he probably is.

Oblivious to the princess's watchful eye, Donnie continues removing his armor as fast as possible. He takes off his chest armor and the covering over his shell. He grunts, massaging the back of his shell briefly before removing the long-sleeved shirt that acts as a barrier between his body and armor.

April’s breath catches as she gets a clear view of his biceps, the muscle underneath the skin moving and flexing as he neatly folds his shirt. Her mind flashes back to when he held her close to his body as they hid from the enemy stragglers, keeping her out of sight and protected. She blushes as she remembers his strength and realizes it was those well-defined muscles she was feeling.

Donnie finishes taking off all his gear, leaving him in only his long underwear. “Ok, all done. I even did it in four minutes and thirty-six seconds, so you have no reason to use witchcraft to toss me out.”

The knight approaches the bed and April quietly squeaks, hoping he didn’t notice her blush. She backs up and away from the middle of the bed so he has more room. He lifts the covers and lays down on his shell next to her, doing everything he can to avoid eye contact as he does so. He clasps his hands firmly on top of his plastron and stares straight up at the ceiling.

However, his eyes don’t stay open for long. His eyelids—heavy with fatigue from a rough day—quickly close, and his entire body relaxes as he falls asleep. 

“Oh bless his heart,” Mira comments as she returns to her knitting, “He’d run himself ragged just to keep you safe.”

“Y-yeah…” April quietly agrees, staring at the sleeping softshell.

“You should get some rest too, Princess. You still have quite a ways to travel tomorrow morning.” Mira counts the number of stitches on her needle before continuing. “I’ll get you as close to the castle as I can, but there aren’t many towns lenient on the use of magic.”

“Yeah, wish it was something I could fix,” April mutters as she shifts under the covers, getting more comfortable, “But that ain’t my decision to make.”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” the witch hums, “Who’s to say what the future will hold.”

That… is too cryptic for April to stay awake for. 

“I guess,” April agrees as she closes her eyes, “Have a good night, Mira!”

“Good night you two! Sleep well.”

>> Octopus

>> Spoon

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 3

>> April rolls her eyes and tells Donnie to get in bed… or else…

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

April rolls her eyes. 

Honestly, she doesn’t care what’s considered proper for a princess right now. It’s very late, they're dead tired, and sleep would be good for both of them. 

“Donatello, it’s fine. Just get in bed.”

The knight turns to look at her, a scandalized expression on his face. “Princess, I absolutely cannot join you in the same bed. It would be unbecoming for an esteemed knight such as myself.”

Her brows furrow. Perhaps it’s the fatigue getting to her, but she’s displeased that he only seems to care about his image, not hers. 

If anyone would be significantly impacted by this, it would be her.

A frown pulls her lips downward as she sits up in bed. “Sir Donatello, if you do not join me in bed, I will have Mira kick you out to sleep outside on the cold, hard ground.”

“Scoff, you cannot possibly be serio–”

“Oh, I would be honored to be at your service, Princess April!” Mira joyfully exclaims as she pulls out her want, magic already sparking at the end of it. “Just say the word!”

“I’ll give you to the count of three,” April states.

Donnie’s eyebrow twitches as his shoulders visibly sag, despite the armor. “You… you can’t be serious.”

“One.”

“If any of the Royal Courts find out, I’ll be toast!”

“Don’t care. Two.”

“Princess, if Leo finds out he’ll never let me live it down.”

April glares directly at him, unyielding and unmoving in her commitment. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Mira gleefully waving her wand in the air, ready to hurl the poor knight outside.

A smirk graces her lips, but before she can utter a word, the knight throws up his arms.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll share the same bed as you. Just–” the knight rests his weapon against the wall before loosening the straps of his gauntlets “–let me take off my armor first. It’s not comfortable to sleep in.” 

While satisfied she won the battle of wills, April’s sad that she didn’t get to see Mira toss him out. That would have been entertaining, at least.

“Five minutes.” She lays back down in the bed, wanting to get this over with so she can sleep. 

Donnie gasps in disbelief, “It will take at least ten minutes for me to get out of my armor properly.”

“Guess you better hurry up then.”

He looks at her, but April keeps a firm expression on her face and makes it clear she’s not yielding. The softshell bites his lip and speeds up taking off his armor, wary that at any moment Mira could just kick him out if the princess so much desires.

As he undresses, the princess watches and the hardened look on her face softens. While he’s still much taller than her, she realizes the bulky armor made him look, well, bigger. He looks like he’s shedding a couple of pounds—and given how relieved he looks as his gauntlets and boots hit the ground with a heavy thud, he probably is.

Oblivious to the princess's watchful eye, Donnie continues removing his armor as fast as possible. He takes off his chest armor and the covering over his shell. He grunts, massaging the back of his shell briefly before removing the long-sleeved shirt that acts as a barrier between his body and armor.

April’s breath catches as she gets a clear view of his biceps, the muscle underneath the skin moving and flexing as he neatly folds his shirt. Her mind flashes back to when he held her close to his body as they hid from the enemy stragglers, keeping her out of sight and protected. She blushes as she remembers his strength and realizes it was those well-defined muscles she was feeling.

Donnie finishes taking off all his gear, leaving him in only his long underwear. “Ok, all done. I even did it in four minutes and thirty-six seconds, so you have no reason to use witchcraft to toss me out.”

The knight approaches the bed and April quietly squeaks, hoping he didn’t notice her blush. She backs up and away from the middle of the bed so he has more room. He lifts the covers and lays down on his shell next to her, doing everything he can to avoid eye contact as he does so. He clasps his hands firmly on top of his plastron and stares straight up at the ceiling.

However, his eyes don’t stay open for long. His eyelids—heavy with fatigue from a rough day—quickly close, and his entire body relaxes as he falls asleep. 

“Oh bless his heart,” Mira comments as she returns to her knitting, “He’d run himself ragged just to keep you safe.”

“Y-yeah…” April quietly agrees, staring at the sleeping softshell.

“You should get some rest too, Princess. You still have quite a ways to travel tomorrow morning.” Mira counts the number of stitches on her needle before continuing. “I’ll get you as close to the castle as I can, but there aren’t many towns lenient on the use of magic.”

“Yeah, wish it was something I could fix,” April mutters as she shifts under the covers, getting more comfortable, “But that ain’t my decision to make.”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” the witch hums, “Who’s to say what the future will hold.”

That… is too cryptic for April to stay awake for. 

“I guess,” April agrees as she closes her eyes, “Have a good night, Mira!”

“Good night you two! Sleep well.”

>> Octopus

>> Spoon

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 3

>> April rolls her eyes and tells Donnie to get in bed… or else…

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

April rolls her eyes. 

Honestly, she doesn’t care what’s considered proper for a princess right now. It’s very late, they're dead tired, and sleep would be good for both of them. 

“Donatello, it’s fine. Just get in bed.”

The knight turns to look at her, a scandalized expression on his face. “Princess, I absolutely cannot join you in the same bed. It would be unbecoming for an esteemed knight such as myself.”

Her brows furrow. Perhaps it’s the fatigue getting to her, but she’s displeased that he only seems to care about his image, not hers. 

If anyone would be significantly impacted by this, it would be her.

A frown pulls her lips downward as she sits up in bed. “Sir Donatello, if you do not join me in bed, I will have Mira kick you out to sleep outside on the cold, hard ground.”

“Scoff, you cannot possibly be serio–”

“Oh, I would be honored to be at your service, Princess April!” Mira joyfully exclaims as she pulls out her want, magic already sparking at the end of it. “Just say the word!”

“I’ll give you to the count of three,” April states.

Donnie’s eyebrow twitches as his shoulders visibly sag, despite the armor. “You… you can’t be serious.”

“One.”

“If any of the Royal Courts find out, I’ll be toast!”

“Don’t care. Two.”

“Princess, if Leo finds out he’ll never let me live it down.”

April glares directly at him, unyielding and unmoving in her commitment. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Mira gleefully waving her wand in the air, ready to hurl the poor knight outside.

A smirk graces her lips, but before she can utter a word, the knight throws up his arms.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll share the same bed as you. Just–” the knight rests his weapon against the wall before loosening the straps of his gauntlets “–let me take off my armor first. It’s not comfortable to sleep in.” 

While satisfied she won the battle of wills, April’s sad that she didn’t get to see Mira toss him out. That would have been entertaining, at least.

“Five minutes.” She lays back down in the bed, wanting to get this over with so she can sleep. 

Donnie gasps in disbelief, “It will take at least ten minutes for me to get out of my armor properly.”

“Guess you better hurry up then.”

He looks at her, but April keeps a firm expression on her face and makes it clear she’s not yielding. The softshell bites his lip and speeds up taking off his armor, wary that at any moment Mira could just kick him out if the princess so much desires.

As he undresses, the princess watches and the hardened look on her face softens. While he’s still much taller than her, she realizes the bulky armor made him look, well, bigger. He looks like he’s shedding a couple of pounds—and given how relieved he looks as his gauntlets and boots hit the ground with a heavy thud, he probably is.

Oblivious to the princess's watchful eye, Donnie continues removing his armor as fast as possible. He takes off his chest armor and the covering over his shell. He grunts, massaging the back of his shell briefly before removing the long-sleeved shirt that acts as a barrier between his body and armor.

April’s breath catches as she gets a clear view of his biceps, the muscle underneath the skin moving and flexing as he neatly folds his shirt. Her mind flashes back to when he held her close to his body as they hid from the enemy stragglers, keeping her out of sight and protected. She blushes as she remembers his strength and realizes it was those well-defined muscles she was feeling.

Donnie finishes taking off all his gear, leaving him in only his long underwear. “Ok, all done. I even did it in four minutes and thirty-six seconds, so you have no reason to use witchcraft to toss me out.”

The knight approaches the bed and April quietly squeaks, hoping he didn’t notice her blush. She backs up and away from the middle of the bed so he has more room. He lifts the covers and lays down on his shell next to her, doing everything he can to avoid eye contact as he does so. He clasps his hands firmly on top of his plastron and stares straight up at the ceiling.

However, his eyes don’t stay open for long. His eyelids—heavy with fatigue from a rough day—quickly close, and his entire body relaxes as he falls asleep. 

“Oh bless his heart,” Mira comments as she returns to her knitting, “He’d run himself ragged just to keep you safe.”

“Y-yeah…” April quietly agrees, staring at the sleeping softshell.

“You should get some rest too, Princess. You still have quite a ways to travel tomorrow morning.” Mira counts the number of stitches on her needle before continuing. “I’ll get you as close to the castle as I can, but there aren’t many towns lenient on the use of magic.”

“Yeah, wish it was something I could fix,” April mutters as she shifts under the covers, getting more comfortable, “But that ain’t my decision to make.”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” the witch hums, “Who’s to say what the future will hold.”

That… is too cryptic for April to stay awake for. 

“I guess,” April agrees as she closes her eyes, “Have a good night, Mira!”

“Good night you two! Sleep well.”

>> Octopus

>> Spoon