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allyheart707 · 1 year ago

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Are you still taking art prompts?

I had an idea! It would be fun to see a little crossover between your fic and your comic!

Ex: Due to some cosmic glitch, Leo connects with LS Donnie instead of EDHPMW (tricky acronym lol) Donnie. Confusion ensues.

Leo: Where's Donnie..?

LS Donnie: I'll do you one better, WHO is Donnie?

Anyway, no pressure. Love to see your updates!

- Later, in a different universe -

Donatello. It was a name that felt as if it had been stuck on the tip of his tongue the second Carol had brought up naming them. He wasn’t sure why it felt so right, or where the warm feeling came from- like a dream long forgotten, but it was the perfect name. Raph, the snapping turtle, had insisted that he was their brother and this name was the second piece of evidence that pointed towards that possibility. The first one, of course, was him being a mutant turtle.

He still wasn’t sure he could trust the two strangers- especially the other one… Heishi. He had been nothing but a menace since he arrived. It seemed he was trying to get them in trouble. Currently, the slider was desperately trying to convince his brother- Michelangelo- to further break their bed.

“If we pull this part off here I bet I could use it to make a weapon! Now that would be a distraction!” He pushed Mikey, who looked to his brother for the answers.

Donnie shook his head- that would almost certainly get them in way more trouble than it was worth. Plus, they just wanted to go outside, not to hurt anyone. Mikey frowned, but turned back to Heishi and shook his head.

“Nu-uh, mm sorry, but they would get really mad if we broke our bed.” Mikey answered, making Heishi groan.

“Hmmm, welllll… what if I promise to show you all my cool warrior moves?” Donnie knew exactly how this would turn out, and groaned as his brother let out an excited squeal.

“REALLY?” He gasped, and Heishi gave him a big grin.

It did not take much to break his little brother, who thought on the new deal for only a second before giving in and nodding.

“Okay! But only if you do it on my bro’s bed- er… Dee’s bed! He likes his bed cuz the cameras can’t see it!” He whispered the last part as he pointed to the bottom bunk where Donatello currently sat, staring at the both of them in disappointment.

“You're going to get us all in trouble, you know.” He offered, but Heishi was already yanking on the middle rung to their bunk, attempting to pull it from the bed.

“Yeah! An’ what if they put those handcuffs on you again?! Or worse?” Raph added, making Donnie nod- at least someone had some sense.

Of course, his brother and Heishi were not listening- both now on his bed, pulling against the rung until there was a resounding C R A C K and they both tumbled backwards- the wooden rung now in their hands. Ugh.

“AH-HA! Now this is a plan!” Heishi shouted triumphantly, holding up the splintered remains of their bunk as if it was something spectacular.

Donnie turned and flopped against his pillow- refusing to see the end of this. ‘Will they fix our bunk?’ He wasn’t sure. When the light broke a few weeks ago- they fixed that but… him and his brother have never broken anything on purpose before. ‘They took away our books… would they take away their papers next? Or their bunk? That is what they broke so what if-’ Donnie shook his head, burrowing it further into his pillow-

‘no, Carol wouldn’t let them take their bunk. Plus, how would they fit it through the door? It wouldn’t fit!’

‘... wait… how did it get into the room? … was it always here?’ Donnie lost himself to his thoughts as he watched the large snapping turtle pace back and forth at the door and attempted to ignore the delighted chattering between his brother and Heishi.

“Master Draxum says I'm too ‘small and weak’ for big weapons… but he does let me use a wooden sword sometimes! I’m really good with it too!” His words were followed by whooshing sounds and Donnie's bed bobbing up and down with each thrust of Heishi’s “sword”- making Mikey gasp in excitement. Even Raph seemed to be a little impressed, stopping his pacing to watch, big eyes wide in a mixture of nervousness and awe. That only fueled the fire in Heishi. Ughhhh. Curiosity got the best of Donnie and he finally decided to turn his head to watch the ‘greatest warrior’ swing his ‘sword’ around.

He couldn’t stand on the bed without hitting his head, so instead he was moving around on his knees- despite that rather awkward position, he was keeping himself upright which was already a little impressive. He moved with surprising speed, twisting his arms and slashing the sword about as if fighting some imaginary enemy. Every time Donnie thought he would hit the wall or one of the bedposts he would pull away just in time and begin another set of random exercises.

It was… a little … cool.

Then, as Donnie tried his best to cool his expressions and Heishi swung upwards for what looked like a finishing blow, that the sword exploded in blue light. Heishi screamed, throwing the sword and hitting his shell against the wall as they all stared wide eyed at the bright blue that danced over the sharp wooden stick.

-Meanwhile-

-To Be Continued- (??? If people are interested.)

I thought it would be fun that, for the crossover, they switched media! My comic being written, and my fic being in comic format! :DD

I was so nervous to post this and kinda went blind re-reading it over and over again soooo there are probably grammar/spelling errors I missed. Sorry about that- I might go through and edit them later?

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #ally asks #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #little subjects au #turtle tots #rottmnt seperated au #Even Dead #crossover

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gonetoforks · 2 months ago

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_−☆ Remedial Sociothermal Engineering Studies

Ongoing; 1/6 complete

Summary; 5 + 1 format; 5 times Donnie's been oddly fond of Shoto's quirk + 1 time it all became clear. Shototello enjoyers here is your food.

Ty to @nyxchipz for the idea! 💡

Ch 1 / 6; Intro to Alternate History and Contemporary Weapons Analysis

Ch summary; Donatello shares an interesting but joyful lecture with Todoroki on the bus to the training camp. Pining and age-appropriate intimacy ensues.

W/C; 3,073

Also available on Wattpad! (so sorry i fear the ao3 author curse) (original cover art coming soon! ⬎)

Don shuffled uncomfortably, trapped in the stuffy crowd to his class's-- "his class's" bus. Was he an actual U.A. student? Yes and no.

Sometime after the Kraang attack, he finally figured out how to rebuild that super-collider Mikey'd made a few years ago.

It was supposed to be a cosmic breakthrough in the realm of quantum astronomy, and it was! He had discovered alternative universes!! All for the dumb adults in this dumb world that ran this dumb, dumb, school to insist it was their own fault somehow- the absolute gall. Said it was a "quirk malfunction-" don't even get him started- and put them in "provisional classes" while they "figured out how to get them home."

Donnie hated those accursed child welfare laws. Threatening to put Raph in prison for the horrible, unforgivable crime of having the audacity to be 18 years old and have slightly younger brothers with no other guardians in sight. He hated them almost as much as he hated this overheated, shambling crowd that reminded him more of the slugs in his greenhouse than Todd Scouts.

He'd take a whole week of Todd Scouting right next to good-old NYC over being stuck in the woods for three days in Fantasy Superhero Super-Headache Japan. (--Holy Marie Curie, Mother of Uranium, the sweaty one with a pufferfish for a head just bumped into him. Is this why April despises school so much? He promises to give her a real, heartfelt apology later, with at least three reallys. No, Four "reallys." At least, eugh.)

Nothing in this world was familiar, comfort or discomfort, when he was separated from his brothers. All of them were put in 4 different classes. At least Leo would be nearby at the camp with class 2-B... But something told Donnie he wouldn't be staying very close, social butterfly.

Though, there was a small, dark, crevice of refuge. One thing in this dimension that he'd grown fond of, quite fond of. It warmed him up to the idea that not everything unfamiliar was necessarily a curse upon his life and soul, made it easier to remember the things Mikey said about having a positive outlook.

He hadn't realized that was only a half truth. For everything ridiculous and convoluted about this nonsense planet that had the audacity to call itself Earth, red and blue had always been his favorite color combination. Just look at his goggles, look at the components of the color purple. And, cute but mean had always been his type. Donnie thought he was at least a little lucky to find himself near someone he finds so,, pleasant.

The more unpleasant he found his surroundings, the more he pressed himself closer to Todoroki's left side.

The students of class 2-A (formerly 1-A) were back around to another end-of-term training camp! A... controversial decision among the parents, yes, but with the League disbanded and the country in the hurricane's eye of peace after the war, the students were ecstatic. Midoriya walked with his class right beside Iida, Ochaco, Todoroki, and the new exchange student they found themselves taking under their wing.

(Or, rather, Shoto's wing. For how brazen the new kid is, he'd quickly made himself a nest in Todoroki's good graces. And personal space. Midoriya had asked him about it one evening, if he wanted him to intervene, but Shoto said he was perfectly fine. After that, always the nosiest -analyst in the room, Midoriya made sure to look a little closer. Just to make sure he was okay. And he caught the faintest, hidden, undercover agent pink that snuck up and sold out the rest of Todoroki's monochrome face & monotone voice... Only when Hamato provided an opening. -Hmm.)

Donnie fiddled stiffly through the lack of conversation.

"Hey, quick query; what's gonna be...?" Hamato gestured like flipping through a file cabinet or rolodex. "The haps, the memo; any rundown you guys could share before I seal myself into a slasher-movie-sleepover with you guys here for three days?"

Midoriya perked up, "The training camp? I'm pretty sure it's the same place we went last year, the WWP's home base in The Beast's Forest. Next to a really nice mountain range-"

"The Beast's Forest?" He asked flatly, trying to cork the kid's excitement. Midoriya rushed through regardless.

"When we got there, we had a pretest against a few dirt golems, cooked our dinner,-" Dirt Golems? "-Then the next morning was dedicated to strengthening our quirks, and we had a partner project that night scouting the woods, that was as far as we got-" Don now had only more questions to ask. "-but I doubt it's gonna be the same again this year since a lot of those were surprises to keep us on our toes. l-"

"Sub-query!;" He interrupted. "What do you mean, that's as far as you got?"

Midoriya paused, it was the first time Donnie saw him stop to actually think of how to phrase something. Shoto finally cut in, "...Last year, the camp was attacked by villains," he could only elaborate a sentence and a half longer before Donnie's expression had him trailing off.

Flabbergasted, confused, shocked, that covered about half of the awestruck salad on his face. Shoto was way too affected by those eyebrows for his age, he's too expressive, he thought.

"You were attacked, one of your own was kidnapped, and we're all just like, 'Whoop-dee-doo, let me just walk right back in, yaaayyy!'" He spoke so animatedly, exasperated, "Why??"

The posse looked around themselves awkwardly, "Well- I mean, the group that did it was dissolved..." Ochaco supplied. Donnie looked more vexed than comforted. "It's important that we learn how to face the echoes of past danger to protect those in need, right?!" She swerved away from the concerns with an enthusiastic punch. Opting to try and hype up her classmates.

Is this supposed to make me feel better or...? Donnie thought. Todoroki bumped Donnie's shoulder behind Ochaco & co's little bout of rabble-rousing. "Hey," he said. "Don't worry about it too much. It's safer than it was back then. And-," He looked down at the other boy's face for a moment, only a moment, "if something does go wrong, we'll protect each other. As peers, classmates."

Donnie's apprehension was apparently forgotten for the wry grin that grew on his face. They stepped onto the bus as Shoto trailed off. Flustered, was he? No, they were just walking to their seats and talking, ridiculous.

"Mm-hmm, peers." He flicked his goggles down over his eyes like he was happily dissecting another robot to know what makes them tick. Todoroki figured he knew what they felt like now. "Maybe as peers you could show me around the place? So I can get the lay of the land, strategize, et cetera?" He suggested, eyes scanning in all directions around the bus. "(Make disaster plans so I don't get dragged to dante's inferno and back cause of these crazy people?)" He added, mostly to himself.

Shoto couldn't really argue with that. "During training or free time?" Donnie smiled.

"We could be training partners. Especially if there's no air conditioning." Pushing his goggles back up over his head, Donnie took Todoroki's right arm and just-- scooted under it, slung it over his shoulder like nothing. "I dunno about you but I am not used to this weather. Or amount of people. Or wearing clothes." (Bakugo flinched and sneered, confused, at the out-of-context line as they walked past his seat.)

"You should probably get used to wearing clothes." Shoto suggested.

"It's the sweatiness," he bemoaned. "Fabric sticking to my shell and it's wet and just- eugh- I hate it." They plopped into their bench and Don burrowed absentmindedly into Shoto's right side. Even closer than usual. He... didn't push him off. It's good to learn how to be affectionate with your friends, and he'd noticed the Hamatos were quite touchy. Like they weren't afraid to cry, admirable. (Enviable.) Even though, it was probably just for the fact he was a walking thermostat and needed to just literally and figuratively chill. Shoto accepted the catlike setup.

-Then he flushed when Midoriya gave him an encouraging smile and thumbs-up as he walked past to the seat behind him because what did that mean? What did he mean by that?? Shoto kept Donnie near him, but nudged his hand away from where it had hung right over his heart. Which was racing for reasons that did not need to have any unwanted romantic implications attached at all. (If there was one intrusive thought that attacked his head & made him want to crawl into a hole, it would be himself pressuring or assuming or coercing, or doing anything unwarranted. 'If that ever happens,' he thought irrationally, 'I need to make Izuku promise to just take me out back and shoot me in the head, I swear to god.')

Donnie piped up and derailed that train of thought, "Do you have any pets?"

'Ninjas like sensitive guys, right?' He thought. "Uh-," Did the cat that lives in his family's yard count as a pet? She lets him pet her & give her treats... "A cat."

"Ooh, what's its name?"

'Ninjas also like tough guys.' "Uhm, Missile Launcher."

"Missile Launcher?!" Donnie beamed.

———////———

A few questions from Shoto to elaborate & encourage him was mostly all it took. The boy jumped at the chance of weaving a long, sprawling tapestry of everything he knew about missiles, airborne heavy weaponry, artillery, destruction, with such fervor that listening to it should have made Shoto think he was insane. But looking at his face told a different story, gears turning, sparks in his eyes, wires buzzing; Don was enchanted by every detail of his encyclopedic breadth of information, it poured from the well of his mind until he was out of breath. Todoroki found himself caught in the crossfire of that spell.

"...And I'm assuming you know how heat sensors work, I mean come on."

"-? No, I don't, actually." He said as he realized how useful that information could be with how famous his quirk is. An unspoken question that Donnie fiercely gave him every single answer to and then some, like he was waiting to jump on the first relevant thread he found that led to something Shoto would find interesting.

He wasn't entirely lying when he said he liked missile launchers, they are a thing he knew of that he didn't dislike. But when all he had to do to get the ball rolling was tap it, and he had caused so much joy, so effortlessly. Just by being happy to listen. It made him feel so... full.

He didn't know a damn thing about heavy artillery before Don opened his mouth (other than that when it came to a battle, he preferred his powers). But now he could probably live in an armory with those mechanical gears and flints and motherboards and turbines. Did he know anything now? No, there was no way he could actually absorb much at the rate Donnie was at. But that wasn't the point, was it?

———////———

Bakugo sat next to Uraraka one seat ahead, so far it was a pretty boring ride. Sparse chats about midterm grades and whatnot. Uraraka let him have the window seat so he could rest his head and close his eyes, how chivalrous of her. That pleasant sight of her character flickered when she started poking him.

"Bakugo," she whispered. "Bakugo, look."

"Mrrrgh," he harumphed. but she was still waving her phone in his face and pestering him. Jerked his shoulder and nuzzled the window, didn't work. Growled again, didn't work. Whatever, Jesus Christ, he thought. He peeked at her phone from the corner of his eye, not budging. It was a photo where the camera peeked over the top of the headrest to see the people in the seat behind them. "Little shit, don't take pictures of people without their-- Woah, what the fuck." He popped up sluggishly.

That mutant Midoriya clone had Todoroki's, Icyhot's, arm slung around him like a jacket. Holding his hand and yapping-- still yapping-- about some kind of psychotic weapon, and Todoroki was smiling. Like, content, dewy-eyed, warm smiling.

He flipped to look through the gap in the window & his seat, that wasn't photoshop, right? No! He looked like a blessed cherub, what the actual fuck? He turned back to his own spot and all Uraraka said was, "Right???"

Whisper-shouting, they chatted; "What the hell is that about!?"

"He's in love, isn't he?" Uraraka grinned.

"How in the shit would I know, I'm not his brain?!"

"Look at his face! He's so happy!"

"I know, it's gross!"

"Bakugo, he's been through so much lately!" She scolded. "I'm happy for him."

"Same goes for literally everyone on this bus-." He seemed to think better of the topic before pivoting. "Good. Yeah, sure, awesome, not my circus, not my monkeys, not my business," he peeked through the gap over his shoulder one last time before plugging his earbuds in his ears and shoving himself back against the window, "Good for him, but I don't care." Denialist.

(If there's anyone more oblivious than Shoto to his new friend's feelings, it's Bakugo to his talent of being the nosiest spy bug on campus, isn't it?)

———///———

They drove past some apartment buildings, "So they add all these advanced circuit boards and heat sensors just to blow it up?" Shoto asked genuinely.

They were on the edge of the suburbs before Todoroki opened his mouth again, "How come the F-22 Raptor is your favorite?" Apparently it was among the stealthiest of the fighter jets, something Shoto didn't know fighter jets could be. Makes sense for a ninja.

The shadows of tree leaves sprinkled Don's face through the window, "So America just- makes all this stuff just to leave them in a landfill?" Shoto said, frustrated. Some of Donnie's anger at the topic had clearly bled onto the other student. He'd seemingly taken it away from him, Don's face glowed brighter seeing Shoto share his righteous indignation. Or did he just like drawing it out of him?

As the bus drew near, the students noticed and roused themselves awake. Don at some point had untangled himself from Shoto to gesture like a preacher as he compiled & wrapped up his mental menagerie of electric innards and purposes and relevancies. Shoto made sure to not react to the absence of Donnie's pressure against his side to hold. He wasn't clinging, he wasn't a clinger. The touch was just a weight, something to keep him there. Not urgent, just comforting, reassuring. He watched Donnie's hands intently, pointing and gesturing more sleepily than when their conversation began.

The students filed off the bus, back again at the clearing from before they knew what was about to hit them. Donnie yawned and stretched.

"Tired yourself out?" Shoto asked, his warm smile cooled down in the sights of his fellow classmates.

"Mm-hmm," Donnie nodded. "Cold-blooded, iron deficiency; too chilly and I get sleepy," he groaned, annoyed.

Oh... Shoto felt a little bad. Well, it was his bad to a certain extent. Thanks to his quirk, one of the things people liked about being his friend (in addition to his personality, he had to remind himself-) is that he was naturally a very convenient AC unit, he'd forgotten.

"It's almost noon, you'll warm up," he tried to comfort, pretending like he didn't have an idea.

"Indubitably, I shall. Huzzah for the sun."

...Shoto considered it. Was there any reason Hamato wasn't being his usual touchy self? Maybe it slipped his mind, maybe Hamato could've thought he was pushing his luck? For some reason? The drive-plus-lecture was over an hour but he had enjoyed every second of it. It was quite useful information for if battle standards in the hero industry shift to a more.. devastating state? Regardless, Shoto finds him pleasant company! After everything, Donnie, he hoped to himself, also found him pleasant company?

Donnie had craned his neck upward and folded his arms like the sunlight was a warm shower. Shoto switched to stand by his other side. "I could help, actually," he said quietly, unsure. There was a question in the background he asked simply by raising his left hand to take instead of using his words like an embarrassed child.

Donnie returned Shoto's habit of leaving certain things more primly implied. He kept his arms around himself, but pressed his cheek into that hand in front of his face like an entitled cat. The turtle shamelessly nuzzled his happy face into the warm pillow that cupped his jaw. That touch against his palm shot straight to Shoto's chest and it ached. The reassuring weight against his palm was back. The silent 'yes please, I like being near you' was back.

Shoto frantically spun Donnie around to face the same direction, away from his face before he could see how flustered he was, and clutched him in a one-armed side hug. The students followed the teachers & started toward the forest. The two lingered towards the back, Shoto didn't want any more attention than he already had. This was more than enough.

(-A good decision on his part. Although Donnie was very comfy and pleased, Shoto's, blank, cold, simmering expression did a little too much to hide how anxious he felt. A bad habit from yesteryear he'd only mostly dislodged. If the student in his grasp didn't look as happy as a clam, his classmates would've probably thought he was being held hostage...)

Practically cradled by his warmer arm, Donnie nestled himself comfortably in the radiator coil.

"Hey, look at that, my own personal steady-state solar simulator. No uv protection required," he grinned. "Eat your heart out, Nasa. Haha-."

Shoto halfway chuckled. "...Thanks."

"Back'atchya, Shoto."

If he didn't know Bakugo, he'd say that one word nearly felt like a grenade in his chest.

Not particularly proud of being so shy, he prayed for the first time in a while that Donnie couldn't hear his heartbeat from where he'd burrowed himself so close to it. Shoto kept his head forward & his other hand to himself. Not very proud at all, he wanted to hide in a hole, actually. But despite himself, he was too happy to feel solemn.

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shallowseeker · 2 years ago

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Dean’s grief on speedrun

How long was Cas dead, anyway?

I think they reunited around day 18-24 days ish. The scripts give us some clues. (Based on this post)

==Dean is grieving hard==

He’s not in denial, like Sam seems to be -> “Is he really dead?” “You know he is.”

And because Dean now knows Chuck & Amara, he’s not getting stuck in bargaining stage (his usual MO). There is no door of hope to leave ajar after the cosmic consequences are rendered. (Not even the symbolic going-through-the-motions kind that he never intends to open again.)

No, this time, Dean’s in the throes of an incredibly frightening, paralyzing despair (images).

This is partially due to the fact that he saw it coming, and he fought so hard. He resolved to avoid the looming, cosmic consequences, to “not let Cas walk away, not again (script).” Dean made up his mind to act to protect the, “everything he’s ever wanted (script).”

And still, everything went so wrong.

///

The grief, then, is different. It’s a despair born of crushed hopes and dreams. Not to mention, forgiveness and acceptance—as Dean got onboard to help Cas, regardless of his own misgivings, because Cas “had faith in the kid.” This time, he stood behind Cas when he asked, and it still went rotten.

After everyone dies, Dean pleads with God/Chuck. Chuck is the one who brought Cas back before and the only one who seems able to rebuild angels. He doesn’t answer.

Even though Dean had a special connection to Amara, the one who resurrected his burned-up, supposed-to-stay-dead mother, she doesn’t answer either.

This time, he knows they’re out there, perhaps even listening. And they’re not answering because Dean’s run out of free passes and miracles.

This time, that knowledge crushes him where he stands.

///

DAY 1-2 (Lost and Found)

13x01 starts in the twilight hours after the big Lucifer fight.

Dean takes a shot at Jack, and Jack flees.

Heaven and Hell hunt them relentlessly.

They retrieve Jack from North Cove police station.

An angel stabs Jack in the chest with an angel blade, and he seems astonished to be “fine.”

Sam and Dean take time to grieve and scatter ashes.

The funeral occurs that evening, and they quickly get on the road.

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DAY 3 ish (The Rising Son)

In 13x02, they're still driving home from the funeral towards the bunker, "12 hours till we get home," and Sam convinces Dean to stop at a motel.

Addition: When they eat, Jack remarks that he's 3 days old. "3 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes."

Over the course of this episode, per the script, 2 days pass.

They eat dinner, go to a tattoo parlor, meet up with Donatello, and stay overnight in the motel.

Heaven and Hell continue to hunt them relentlessly.

Sam, Dean, and Donatello debate nature vs nurture, with Dean and Donatello leaning towards nature.

Sam psycho-analyzes Dean and delivers euphemisms to Jack about Dean “wanting to protect everyone and getting his wires crossed,” but ultimately, he isn’t forthcoming to Jack about the reality of the situation. (That is, it was Lucifer that killed Cas, and Lucifer who pulled Mary into another world--that Dean's grieving!) These important details might've helped Jack to understand his situation with a lot more clarity and grace. This will cause Jack to cool towards Sam when Dean reveals the truth during an argument.

Demons find them the next morning.

In fact, Dean nearly dies against a common demon, getting cornered on a hotel bed, but he is saved at the last minute by Sam’s interference.

Jack, tricked by Asmodeus, nearly releases the Shadim.

They drive home.

Later, Jack freaks out about being impervious to stabbing. In his new bunker room, he laments, “What the hell am I? I can’t control… whatever this is. I will hurt someone.”

Dean tells him he will be Jack's executioner if Jack loses control.

At most, it's been only 5 days since everyone died.

///

DAY 5 ish (Patience)

13x03 picks up mere hours after they get home, and it covers 5 days total. So, that brings us to a decently solid total of 10-ish days when this episode finishes.

Dean can't bear to be in the bunker with mission-mode Sam and Jack, so he takes off on a hunt.

Clearly in no shape to hunt, Dean dies at the hands of a wraith (and so does Jody). They are both saved by Patience’s interference.

Dean tells Patience there’s no joy in this life. Only pain and death.

Sam and Dean have a huge fight about Jack, during which Dean accidentally gives Jack context to the situation (re: Cas’s death, Mary’s plight). This causes Jack, already exhausted by Sam’s well-meaning training regimen, to cool towards Sam the next morning.

Cas appears to awaken in The Empty on day 9 or 10.

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DAY 10-11 ish (The Big Empty)

13x04 SEEMS like the very next morning, because Dean AND Jack are both still chilly towards Sam. The air is described as arctic, with Dean giving Sam a, "don't even try it, motherfucker," face. Jack accuses Sam of wanting to use him as an interdimensional can opener and "being just like Asmodeus," and Sam comes clean about the truth.

Sam pushes them all to go on a case together. Jack says he doesn’t want to go at first. Sam wants Jack to go with them for the express purpose of forcing Dean to be around him and warm up to him, which isn’t fair to Dean or Jack…not really.

This storyline covers the family therapy scene (great analysis), wherein an interesting attempt at therapy is made under dishonest constraints.

Dean, still clearly in no shape to hunt, is easily overtaken by the shifter and nearly dies. He is saved by Jack’s interference.

According to the script, 13x04 occurs over 4 days. Commentary//

That means that Dean thawed to Jack, after our total of a mere 14 days. By the end of this episode, they're on shaky terms, and by the beginning of 13x06, calling out to each other in a friendly manner, "How was the case?"

Jack "puts a dent in Dean's armor," per the script, even before he saves them with his powers. Dean is doing everything he can not to like Jack, and it’s clear from the script that he’s failing.

At the end of the episode, Dean tells Sam to absorb the weight of the hunting burden, because he’s got no hope left.

Cas appears to awaken in a field on day 14. Presumably, his ashes are in the middle of nowhere, and he starts walking.

///

DAY 14-20 ish? (Advanced Thanatology)

Here’s where it gets foggier.

I can't tell exactly when 13x05 picks up with respect to the previous episode, but it seems like only a little bit of time has passed.

I would say a week at most has passed, but possibly as little as a day or two, and the case itself, per the script, covers another 4 days.

However, if Cas awoke in The Empty on day 10, and woke in the field around day 14, I think I favor a shorter timeline here with some of the “days” being overlapping back story from the case itself.

Anyway, Jack has been making his way through Sam's DVDs, "Red Sonja, Beast Master, Beast Master II." Commentary//

Sam does not intuit why Dean is up late at night/early twilight hours, making a PB & J (analysis).

Sam tries to remedy Dean’s overwhelming grief by pushing breakfast beer and strip clubs toward him. Alcohol to numb the pain + sexy stuff as a distraction. Now more than ever, Dean seems to perform those only for Sam’s benefit. (It seems Sam did not pay attention to Mia Vallens's therapy, except as a means to validate his own motives for trying to save Mary. Ouch! Poor Sam!)

Sam is not great with empathy here, bless my neurodivergent man-child. He’s dealing with a loss of his own, of course, and he’s been shown to be an impatient, mission-motivated griever (analysis).

Anyway, he’s completely at sea with Dean’s powerful grief, and he seems tragically unaware of Dean's close calls/being off his game over the course of the last few hunts.

Sam, perhaps understandably, wants Dean to be there for him n’ Jack, as caretaker and comrade, but Dean is too mentally wounded to bear the weight of that expectation. (Btw, I don’t think Sam really “gets” the Cas thing till 15x09 The Trap: Sam’s future is symbolized by Eileen-as-hope (analysis) and Sam realizes Dean’s future is built around Cas-as-foundation.) Dean dies...again//

Dean attempts suicide.

He tells Billie he doesn’t matter.

After he revives, Dean tells Sam, “No. Sam, I’m not okay. I’m pretty far from okay… And I would take the hit… And now Mom and Cas… And I – I don’t know. I don’t know.”

This is an elegant parallel to season 7’s grieving Dean, about his not being able to “shake” what happened with Cas, and admitting, “he doesn’t know why.” (Cas is different. Cas has always been different.) In season 7, he also says, “I’ll do what I can,” in response to Sam telling him to get his head in the game and stay alive. Cas is a core wound in both scenarios.

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==Death & resurrection==

So, that would bring our guesstimate to Cas reuniting with the boys around 20-24 days. So, at most a little over 3 weeks but possibly closer to 4, especially if the backstory timelines of actual “case days” overlap, like 13x05 potentially does.

I am reasonably certain Cas awakened in the field near day 14. I’d personally put the actual reunion at 18-20 ish days, and certainly not longer than a month. They reunite in early June, I think. Blackberries are a summer fruit, and there are wild blackberries in the field where Cas awakens.

Dean drives to Cas and meets up with him, "in the middle of nowhere," so it seems Cas's grave and subsequent walk to civilization was in quite a remote area.

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Going back through this, I was pretty astounded how Dean kept dying or nearly dying in those days following Cas’s death. He was definitely in no state to be hunting.

(images from CSN, SPN wiki, fangirlism.com)

#shal meta #dean/cas #tfw + grieving #dean + grief #spn season 13 #jack kline #the don't talk about cas sam wont' touch the cas thing with a ten-foot pole and i love that about him so much #saaaaam you are so focused on things that are ACTIONABLE like saving mom

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sapphiretanto · 2 years ago

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Okay, as much as I love the positive Rise x 2012 crossover comics/drawings and fanfics where Rise helps 2012 with their problems, there is no way the boys would start crying or talking about their physical and mental scars upon the first meeting. They wouldn’t be open for hugs (maybe Mikey, but that’s the only one I can see). 2012 went through the ringer and no amount of Dr. Feelings/Dr. Delicate Touch is gonna help that. Here’s what Rise would have to help 2012 work through both individually and altogether:

**Please look at the “Altogether” section before notifying me if I forgot one; Otherwise, I may have genuinely forgot… this was all from what I can remember

**This is NOT bashing the fics, art, Rottmnt.

Leonardo

Possessed/Controlled (Parasitica, Buried Secrets, China Town Ghost Story)

Burdened with being the leader/eldest/Sensei

Right knee is fucked

Dislocated shoulder and arms (both causes of his arms being Super Shredder)

Weakened heart from when he died in space and was resuscitated

Has fallen off multiple high points (elevator shafts, rooftops, fire escapes)

Hands are most likely damaged from holding onto the chains that were wrapped around Kraang prime

Was in a 3-month coma

Throat was ruined

Was bitten by Armaggon

Hit by a blast meant to take out Hiidrala (The Cosmic Ocean)

Deal with having slain Shredder

Captured

Was thrown through a second story window

Cracked shell

Training/Battle injuries: hits on the head, kicks to the plastron or carapace, thrown into buildings or debris, pressure pointed

Under way too much pressure

Almost cut up by swords (Fourfold Trap)

Struggles with perfectionism; he’ll often feel at fault or like he failed for things out of his control (i.e. when Karai fell into the mutagen)

Frustrated as he doesn’t always get a lot of respect (particularly in the earlier seasons)

Took some bad advice from Splinter to heart— most of the time it added to the burden he carried as the leader

Betrayed by Karai

Raphael

Possessed/Controlled (Parasitica, brain worm, vampire, Chinatown Ghost Story)

Has watched those he cared about fallen from high places (Spike/Slash, Splinter, Zog, Leo)

Had to deal with his phobia (Cockroach Terminator, Insecta Trifecta)

Switched bodies

Lightning bolt plastron crack

Captured (and tortured - Clash of the Mutanimals, Within the Woods)

Betrayed by his girlfriend

Electrocuted

Nearly cooked to death (Fourfold Trap)

Swallowed squirrelanoids

Lost Spike to mutation

Nearly had to give away Chompy

Fell from various high heights (ravines)

Anger issues

Felt unfavored compared to Leo

Training/Battle injuries: hits on the head, kicks to the plastron or carapace, thrown into buildings or debris, pressure pointed

Watched Splinter be thrown into a sewer drain and nearly drown

Watched Spike/Slash, Zog, and Splinter fall off/be thrown off the rooftops

Donatello

Possessed/controlled (Parasitica, Buried Secrets, a car)

Electrocuted

Captured

Nearly cut up by Vizioso’s goons

Watched Splinter be thrown into a sewer drain and nearly drown

Lost metalhead

Under too much pressure

Burdened by being the only tech/science guy

Struggles sometimes with the fact that he’s a mutant

Struggles with his weapon— not handling, but that it is very simplistic compared to some of the more high tech things they deal with

Has his experiments ruined or messed with

Became mindless

Training/Battle injuries: hits on the head, kicks to the plastron or carapace, thrown into buildings or debris, pressure pointed

Has to change his jargon so his family can understand what he’s saying

Michelangelo

Captured

Tortured by Triceratons

Frustrated as he’s not always taken seriously

Mind invaded by neutrinos

Possessed/Contolled (Chinatown Ghost Story, Buried Secrets)

Struggles sometimes with accepting that he’s a mutant (earlier seasons— wanted various human friends besides April and Casey)

Swallowed by Mega Shredder

Burned his ass on a geyser (Eyes of the Chimera)

Betrayed by Bradford

Watched Splinter be thrown into a sewer drain and nearly drown

Training/Battle injuries: hits on the head (is hit a lot more than the others on the head in combat), kicks to the plastron or carapace, thrown into buildings or debris, pressure pointed

Was alone in Dimension X for an unknown amount of time

Nearly drowned (Invasion of the Squirrelanoids)

Knowingly/unknowingly and sometimes unwillingly made the bait or drew the short straw

Separated from Leatherhead

Altogether

Saw Master Splinter die (twice)

Watched their dad fall into the abyss (The Super Shredder/Darkest Plight)

Saw their world be destroyed

Survived multiple invasions (Kraang, Triceratons, Kavaxas, Dregg)

Saw their sister fall into mutagen

Fought various horrifying/disgusting mutants (Mom Thing, Squirrelanoids, The Creep, Parasitica, Dregg’s bugs, mutated cockroach, Snakeweed, Muckman, Rat King, mutated fungi, Don Vizioso, April clones/April Derp etc)

Witnessed each other’s deaths: Raph drained of mutagen in Within the Woods; Donnie - reduced to molecules in The Power Inside Her; Leo - died in space in Earth’s Last Stand; Mikey - vaporized by K’Vathrak/The Newtralizer in When Worlds Collide

Witnessed various other deaths: Bradford/Rahzar/Dog Pound, Tang Shen, Hattori Tatsu

Have had their minds taken over

Poisoned by Karai

Electrocuted

Nearly froze to death (Moons of Thalos 3)

Inhaled hallucinogenic toxins

Survived various explosions

Survivor’s guilt

Have been fighting in multiple rigged or burning buildings

Almost burned up entering the atmosphere (Battle for New York)

Had a “nightmare”— courtesy of Jei—where they were the last ones standing after their brothers had been killed

Witnessed the undead (Shredder, Rahzar, various spirits)

Possessed/controlled by Jei; dream beavers

Dimensional and Time travel

Had to fight each other or their friends unwillingly

Went no contact with April after having a hand in accidentally mutating her dad

Severe injuries from various opponents (Slash, Tiger Claw, Newtralizer, Super Shredder, footbots/chrome domes)

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 donnie #rottmnt #mari rambles #not bashing just an observation #I’m sure the comics and fics are in jest #but some of them that are more serious… yeah 2012 has tons of shit #and I swear if someone asks or says the word ‘abuse’ I will block your ass

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sweaterrat · 11 months ago

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i spent like 2 hours editing these LMAO

⬇️ Designs under the cut ⬇️

⭐️ Hot Soup!! Now available in my shop!! 💙💜❤️🧡

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hyperfixated-homo · 1 year ago

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I really wanna know if you've abandoned your Rottmnt horror au because I want to absorb all I can about it because I'm so incredibly invested in it now, but you haven't posted anything about it in a long time and I unfortunately aren't a part of your discord server. (I hope I haven't come off as too mean or pushy, this is just a really interesting au! :D)

You're not being pushy at all! I haven't drawn a turt in a while but this ask reminded me that that's a thing I can do soooo. Here's a horror!don for you my friend :)

To be quite honest, I've sort of fallen out of the tmnt fandom :(( my brain only has space to think about so many things at a time and it decided that it wanted to focus on MCYT and batman. So, I haven't really thought about them all that much.

Still! This AU is not completely abandoned! I may draw them and drop some headcanons every now and then, since they're still my special little boys :)

If you have any thoughts about them, I'd be happy to hear them too!

#he is still my specialest little guy #my silly little dude #(he's being possessed as we speak)#rottmnt #rottmnt horror au #shadow draws #art #cosmic!donnie #donatello #donnie #tmnt donatello #i was originally going to draw a more cryptic leo drawing for you but! hands went WOOP and now there's he #who's your fave?

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thefiercest · 1 year ago

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TMNT Name meanings

Leonardo - The name Leonardo means, (and I am pretty sure you can all guess), "Brave Lion."

For a fearless leader, the name Leonardo, was perfect for Leo's character. It suits him well in every TMNT that has ever been, even in the 2018 version.

Being fearless is what Leo is most known for, it is why his younger brothers look up to him and why Raph nicknamed him, "Fearless."

Raphael - The name Raphael means, "God has healed"

Even though I doubt the turtles were raised to believe in God and were more raised in buddhism since that is most likely Splinter's religion. I think the name Raphael is suiting for a protector like him.

Think about it, "God has healed" meaning, God is always watching over you and is always ready to help you when you need him.

You just got to have a little faith.

Even though his brothers questioned him sometimes because of his lack of control over his temper, you can still always count Raphael to be there to stand beside you and protect you when you are in danger.

Donatello - The name Donatello means, "Given; Gift from God"

As we all know Donnie if very gifted, so this name is very, very suiting and you know what, not just that but he is like a gift to the world. With Donnie and his brains, he holds the power to change everything.

Make the world a better place and is always able to find a solution to problems. Without Donnie and his gifts, his brothers wouldn't have the equipment they needed for the Kraang or any other threat and they could have come home dead without Donnie's doctor skills.

So yeah, Donnie is gifted but he is also a gift for everyone else.

Michelangelo - The name Michelangelo means, "He who resembles God"

This name is really, really suiting for Mikey. I know a lot think Mikey is just the goofball in the group, but he isn't.

He isn't the weakest link, he isn't just the baby brother, and he is not useless.

Mikey does a lot more than others think. He gives his family hope and faith when they can not find it for themselves. He is his brothers' strength. Mikey is always there to make sure no one falls in despair and keeps them forward.

He gives his family constant support, comfort, and he always watching their backs.

April - The name April means, "To open." - O'Neil - and the name O'Neil means, "Champion."

April I think is a good name because, "To open" meaning the opening of Spring which means like rebirth.

Think about how April was just a normal girl who had a normal life but then she meets the turtles and suddenly her whole life begins to change but she does as well. She went from a normal teenager girl to a half alien, psyche power kunoichi with mutant friends.

As for O'Neil, I think that is suiting as well because we all know that April is driven, and she will not stop until she becomes victorious.

(Pretty sure Casey's first name is Arnold so going start from there)

Arnold - The name Arnold means, "Ruler, strong as an eagle" - Casey - The name Casey means, "Brave in battle" - Jones - The name Jones means, "Son of John or Yahweh is gracious"

Arnold is suiting because despite his flaws and over-confidence, he is as strong as an eagle. He is full of freedom and holds the power for this need to protect others. He is always keeping a watchful eye, like many Vigilantes.

Casey, is always Brave in battle. He never shies away from it, only straight towards it.

As for Jones, Casey is gracious he is kind and courteous.

Monalisa - The name Monalisa means, "Beauty." - Painting represent - Cosmic link connecting humanity and nature

Monalisa is a beautiful woman, not just in appearances but spirit as well. She is so brave, so straightforward, and selfless. A true warrior.

As for the name painting, she is named after, even though Mona is not human, she still represents humanity.

Shinigami - The name Shinigami means (Which we all know), "Angel of Death."

Shinigami is a true force to be reckoned with, even though we have never seen her do it, she is shown that she will not hesitate to end someone's life and she seems to be the type who does not fear death for herself either.

She is not evil, just has evil traits and she only brings the fear of death to those who deserve it.

You know I had to save the best for last...

Miwa - The name Miwa means, "Beautiful Harmony" Karai - The name Karai means, "Spicy, sever, hot."

Miwa, I think was the perfect name for her! I know a lot of people like Karai and believe that she would never change her name to her real name, but I believe otherwise.

The name Miwa is way more suiting for this character than Karai. It may not sound as evil or as cool as Karai, but that name is suiting for the past Karais before 2012.

For this version of Karai, Miwa is better and I think I know why they chose that for her real name.

"Beautiful Harmony,"

Karai is Harmony. She is always in between, never one or the other.

What I mean is, she is not quite Foot Clan but not Hamato Clan either, she is not really a villain but not really a hero, and she is not really mutant but not really human either.

Everything about this Karai is always in the middle! She is everything! She is Foot and Hamato. She is a hero with villainess traits, and she is a mutant that can transform back into human!

I like to think that while Karai does not think or love Shredder as her father anymore, I like to think of her as the daughter of three clans, (including Tang Shen)

She has the spirit of her mother which we all know, but she has the heart of a warrior like her father, and she has the skills of a Foot solider like Shredder.

I believe Karai will accept the fact that she can not escape the things she has learned for Shredder, but she can take what she has learn and make it better. I don't believe Karai would want to stay Karai because Karai is no longer who she is.

Karai was a ruthless vengeful villain, she was Shredder's daughter, and a powerful weapon for the Foot clan.

Miwa is no longer vengeful or hateful, she was Hamato Yoshi's and Tang Shen's daugher, and she was no one's weapon or tool.

Miwa is Karai's future and Karai is Miwa's past.

(I love Karai so much as you can probably tell)

I do not like the name meaning for Karai, I don't really think they thought that name through either like Saki's name. The only one I agree with is sever, that's suiting. But spicy and hot?

I don't know. I don't like it.

So that's the end of that.

I just love it when names fit the character, that's why I am always so nit-picky about names and why I always change them, is because I want it to be perfect for the character. I don't like picking random names just because I think it sounds good.

When you make a character, you can't just like throw stuff together, you know?

You have to think it through. You got a think about appearances, personality, the clothes they wear, the things they like, physical movements, their name!

Every little thing is important. It makes the character who they are! That's why when I watch shows or read books, I pay attention to every little detail. I don't just like the character because they are strong, or I think they look cool; I have to like everything about the character.

People put so much thought and work into their characters and for people, like my dumb brother, to say that's my favorite character because they look cool and are a lot stronger than the others. I think is just disrespectful to the creator. I do.

There is so much to the character than just looks and fighting abilities. I lot of things that they worked hard on, so you can get to know the character, you know? They make the character to be someone you can relate to.

Like Karai is my favorite character, not because she is a badass but because I relate to her so much! I never been through the amount of what she has been through, but I know what is like to have an unloved parent, to be in someone else's control, for your whole world to fall apart in an instant, to lose someone important to you, and to be angry and hateful.

I had to rediscover myself because I never had the chance to before and I am still trying to figure myself out.

Karai was my comfort character through those times because watching her, going through worse than me and still going on fighting, just gave me hope. I know that may sound stupid, because she is not real, but it is true.

(Sorry if I was too much there, I am just really passionate about stories and characters)

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt karai #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt april #tmnt casey #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt shinigami #name meanings

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mermmarie · 2 years ago

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The Red String of Fate: Ch. 4

Pair: Donatello x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Rating: T?? (Characters depicted are adults)

Content/Trigger Warnings: None other than minor injury?? (I never know what needs warning or tagged. If there's anything let me know!!)

Authors Notes: aaaaAAAAAHHHH!! It's finally done!! 😭 I apologize again for this taking so long. I got hit with writers' block pretty bad, but it's finally here!! I just hope you all like it. 🥺 This chapter is very dialogue heavy btw, but onto the story!~

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CHAPTER 4: FATE FULFILLED

Pain throbbed from the top of your head and you had a hard time opening your eyes. Your lids feeling heavy as they blinked, your vision blurry and dark. Just as your sight began to clear, you felt something touch your hand. Turning your head to the source, you saw a figure squatting next to you. Picking up your arm from the ground and reaching for the glowing light on your finger, and it was then that you remembered what was going on…

You had gone out tonight in search of your soulmate all by your lonesome, without any means to protect yourself, and some fool had mistaken your cosmic tether for a real piece of jewelry and attacked you for it. Now you had to hope that your assailant was sane enough, doubtful, to leave you be once they realized that the ring wasn’t actually tangible. But of course, you weren’t that lucky… No, it only made them more curious when they couldn’t pry the light from your finger, and they took a cautious step closer to your body. Surely to inspect your being for any other possible valuables, since their first inquiry was technically a bust.

Stupidly, you parted your lips to inform them that you had nothing on you. Except for your phone, which would suck if they stole it, but it would be better losing that than your own life. As soon as you took in a breath to speak however, the assailant suddenly levitated from the ground, and you heard them cry out as they were thrown into some nearby clutter.

Your eyes grew wide, realizing this was your chance to escape. Quickly, you used your hands to push up from the ground and sit up. But just as you got on one knee, a spell of dizziness rushed to your head and your vision began to fade. Feeling that you were going to pass out, you put your hands to the cold hard ground once more and just as you braced yourself everything went black.

You weren’t sure how long you had been out for, but there had been a strange sound of something solid colliding with, what you could only assume was your assailant by the groans of pain that followed; that brought you back to consciousness. You opened your eyes to find yourself lying on the ground again. Remembering that you had feinted, you opted to pick yourself up slowly this time, despite the concerning circumstance. The last thing you needed was to slip and knock yourself out entirely after being given the opportunity to escape.

Shuffling onto your knees, you sat up carefully and rubbed the cloudiness from your eyes until you felt something wet on your left hand. Looking at the back of your palm, you squinted to make out the substance, but it became clear when red leaked into your vision.

That would certainly explain why you were having so much trouble picking yourself up.

“Please…” Your assailant croaked, but the only response that was given was another smack of that reinforced noise you had heard before.

While you knew you should just mind your own business and get the hell out of dodge, there was a part of you that wanted to know who had come to your rescue. Quietly, you turned your body to face the scene. With your head still swimming from the blow and the limited light in the alleyway, you weren’t confident you were seeing things clearly. Looming over your assailant was a giant of a figure. You blinked in disbelief, not quite understanding the outline of their body. There appeared to be a large apparatus on their back covered with a variety of vaguely recognizable objects attached to it.

They wielded a weapon that was foreign to you. There had been rumor of a masked vigilante in New York who would use a hockey stick, or cricket bat to fight off assailants. But this mysterious figure had been using what looked like a long metal rod, just as tall as they were to fend off your aggressor. You were unsure you could trust your eyes with anything you saw in the darkness of that alley, but there was one thing that couldn’t be mistaken. And that was the was your soulmate.

This shadowy savior that was violently beating down the fiend that attacked you, was your soulmate.

Your throat tickled with unease, forcing you to swallow your disbelief. Although, it did make sense. The love-binding string had led you to this area, and as unfortunate as it was to admit, you couldn’t count on the average New Yorker to come to your aid in an attack. A strange sense of pride and appreciation clashed with your concerned nerves, however, at the sight of your soulmate’s brutal retaliation on your behalf. If you didn’t stop them, they were going to kill the stranger who attacked you. And regardless of what their intentions were, you weren’t gonna let your soulmate commit such a tragedy for you. Even if the two of you were cosmically tied.

“S-Stop…” Your voice came out weak, and it was clear that the command hadn’t reached your soulmates ears as they lifted the long rod over their head again; rearing to bring it down once more over the thief. “Stop! Please!!” You exclaimed with all of your chest and that struck them.

They immediately froze on the spot. Their weapon halfway through its swing.

You stared in silence at them, trying to take in their features now that they were standing still. Unfortunately, they had their back turned towards you, and the gold light that shined from their hand was mostly blocked by their massive stature. You extended a hand to inch yourself forward on the ground, and they suddenly moved. Turning their body quickly, and making an attempt to flee.

“Wait!!” You called out to them and they stopped again, their back still facing you. “Please, don’t go! I–” You fumbled for words as you tried to come up with a reasonable excuse for them to stay. They should want to stay on their own, shouldn’t they? Didn’t they know that you two were soulmates? Fated by the magical string? But as you pondered these thoughts, you remembered your plea before you had been attacked.

You had been begging for them to show their self. You knew they were in the alleyway with you, but they had chosen to stay hidden. They were… afraid. Which seemed a bit ironic for the fact that they nearly had beat a person to death, but perhaps that added to their fear.

Blood trembling down your forehead and over your eyelid snapped you out of your thoughts. You rubbed the back of your hand over your eyes and injury. Smearing the red substance across your skin, but you could care less about that at the moment. “L-Look…” You placed your hands back to the ground and began to pick yourself up. “We don’t have to talk about the soulmate thing but could you help me get some medical assistance? I think there’s a gash on my forehead…”

Your soulmates' breath hitched and they covered the gold light on their hand. Submerging their self in the shadows completely, but you could hear them shuffling indecisively in the dark. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve just disregarded them and been on your way. But you came out tonight with the goal of meeting your soulmate… You just hoped they would make their decision before you passed out from blood loss.

Finally, they spoke and it took you by surprise. Your own breath catching in your throat. “I… want to help, it’s just–” they paused briefly before continuing their explanation. “I-I’m going to step out of the shadows now. Please, don’t scream.”

You’d be lying if that didn’t rustle your nerves. Anytime you heard that phrase be used, it unintentionally gave you the heebie-jeebies. However, there was a tenderness to their voice that quelled your unease. You might’ve been more easily swayed since it was your soulmate the horror movie line had come from. Regardless, you could tell by their tone that they were genuinely concerned about coming face-to-face with you, and it tickled your heart.

“Only if you don’t judge me for coming out bare foot and in my pj’s.” You joked, and swallowed nervously when you didn’t receive an amused response from them.

You strained your ears to listen for their approach, but they caught you off guard when they silently emerged from the shadows and into the minimal light of the alleyway. Your gaze was pulled upwards as you took in their towering height. They had looked massive before, but it simply did not compare to actually standing in front of them. Your eyes met along the way of taking in their stature. Emerald pools circumferenced with bronze halos, glimmered behind glass lens, and just as you noticed the purple material framing their eyes; you were blinded by a gold light that erupted from below.

You recoiled from the abrupt light, shielding your eyes with an arm.

“Oh! Sorry…” They quickly smothered the light with their other hand once more.

“It’s okay.” You squinted your eyes to help adjust your vision.

This time, they slowly revealed the golden light, which in turn illuminated the rest of their shadowed features. Your eyes expanded at the sight of them.

Pebbled olive colored flesh patterned the top of their dome, and covered their cheeks. The texture extending down their neck and exposed skin of their upper body. Toned muscles stiffened behind what looked like pale plates of armor covering their torso. Which explained how they so easily maneuvered the long weapon against your assailant. You noticed that the weapon itself had been sheathed behind their back, on what you thought was a large pack of some sort, but now that you were in close proximity for inspection….. You still weren’t sure what it was.

Besides some knee pads and a few strips of purple colored fabric, the only clothes were modified pants and boots to fit the armored body of your soulmate. They brought up their left hand, giving you a meek wave, the golden light bringing attention to their digits… Or lack thereof. Three fingers, instead of the average five, and in an instant, it became abundantly clear why they were hesitant in revealing their self to you. What you were looking at… wasn’t human.

Your lips parted in awe, and you hadn’t even realized you didn’t return the small gesture until they frowned and dropped their hand. Fidgeting with their other, they turned slightly and averted their gaze from yours. The skittish motion made you frown in response, and you immediately felt compelled to console them. There was a part of you that questioned the sudden need to be so sympathetic to a total stranger but– They weren’t really a stranger… They were your soulmate.

“I’m sorry, I just–” The two of you spoke at the exact same time and that pulled their attention back to you. Their eyes blinking in disbelief just like yours had at the strange occurrence.

“You go ahead–” You echoed one another, followed by nervous laughter.

“Ah–” A frustrated huff expelled from their nostrils after you both parted your lips to speak once more. However, they finally took initiative. Taking a step closer to you, you drew in a silent breath as you braced yourself. Lips pursing into a thin line as you stared up at them with curious eyes.

You watched as their right hand approached your face. Noticing that the underside of the three-digit palm was lighter in hue than the top. Just before they made contact with your skin, their hand flinched and they pulled it back. Realization flickering in their gaze. They swallowed and you saw the tiniest blip of pink swipe over their bottom lip before it disappeared back inside their mouth.

“Is it… Okay if I touch you?” They paused waiting for your approval but quickly added on to their statement, “J-Just to take a look at your injury?”

You felt your cheeks rise as a small smile carved into your face. “What are you, a doctor?” you teased and your heart fluttered seeing their lips curve upwards into a soft smile as well.

“Well, I don’t have a degree perse…” Their head cocked slightly as they inspected your injury with just their eyes. “But I am quite knowledgeable in the medical field.”

A soft snort blew out of your nose. “Then sure.”

They reached out for your forehead again, but stopped just before touching it once more. Their tongue clicked against the roof of their mouth. It opening to speak but nothing came out. Instead, there was a brief moment of silence where you noticed something processing behind their eyes. Their smaller digit curled downwards as the larger pointed up.

“Actually… Would it be okay if I– Took you somewhere else to be checked over? I promise I’m not trying to be weird or anything it’s just that right now I’m–”

“Exposed?” You filled in the blank, and they looked at you with genuine surprise. Although, it wasn’t exactly hard to guess. If they were hiding from you, their soulmate, then it was probably safe to assume that they kept their self hidden from others as well. Not to mention the fact that they were some giant reptilian man thing…

“...Yes.” They confirmed with a slow nod of their head.

“Ye–Yeah…” You nodded your head back but internally cringed at how hesitant you sounded. You wanted to trust them; they were your soulmate after all. But it was still a scary scenario to be put in, especially after what had just happened. At the thought, you leaned past your soulmate and back at your assailant who was lying on the ground. You couldn’t make out much through the dim alleyway lighting, but you could hear the sounds of labored breath, wheezing from their lungs. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of injury they had sustained from your soulmate’s hand and it made you frown again.

“Will they– be okay?” You asked hesitantly.

Your soulmate turned to the source of your inquiry, as if they had completely forgotten about the person they had just beaten down. “...They should be.” They answered solemnly, their tone making your eyebrows arch but before you could ask anything more, you were suddenly lifted off your feet. In one quick motion, they had positioned you in their arms. One hand pressed against your back, and the other in the pit of your knees. The shock and sudden motion sending a rush of dizziness to your head again.

The same heaviness that had hit you just before you passed out the first two times came over you again. Your vision blurred and darkened, but through it all, you heard the voice of your soulmate call out to you.

“Oh no… H-Hey! Stay with me!” They commanded and you mumbled in compliance. Although it was difficult to keep your head up and eyes open. Feeling the abrupt sensation of ascension, consciousness was futile. Your head rolled onto your shoulders and your eyes fell shut as you drifted away for the third time this night.

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You regained consciousness feeling your shoulder being gently shaken. “Hey… Hey…” Your soulmate called, and you forced your eyes open. Albeit your vision came back slowly. You blinked the blurriness from your eyes and when everything cleared, you found your soulmate kneeling before you. Even on their knees they still towered in height.

You couldn’t help but notice the change in lighting. Soft blue rays from the moon cascaded down from above, making more of your soulmates' features evident, than the dim lighting of the alleyway had. Your eyes focused on their shoulders and specifically the way the skin there seemed to be pulled into the textured rim that clung to their back. Just as you drew the observation it finally clicked for you.

“You’re a… turtle?” You breathed.

They blinked behind their glasses and their chest deflated with a soft sigh expelling from their nostrils. “Correct....” They answered sounding a little surprised. Without taking their eyes off of you, they reached behind their back and pulled out a small black container. Opening it, you saw a small stash of medical supplies that could be found in the average household. Band-Aids, disinfectant wipes, gauze, Q-tips, a wash cloth, etc… This time they didn’t bother asking your permission before going to work on your head.

You flinched and hissed at the touch of the wet wipe doing its job, sterilizing the cut on your forehead.

“Sorry…” They cringed in response but you nodded your head for them to carry on.

“Is it bad?” You asked, and there was a click again as they parted their lips to answer but they lingered in thought. Their eyes flickered down to yours just as they noticed your brows bend with worry and they quickly spoke up.

“You won’t need stitches, but I’m worried you might have a concussion.” They finally answered, dropping the disinfectant wipe to then pick up a roll of gauze. They unfurled a section of the medical dressing before wrapping it around your head. Ripping it apart when the area of your injury was covered and securely taping it off to make sure it wouldn’t come undone. “I’m gonna ask you a series of question, answer to the best of your abilities.” They explained and pulled out a small flashlight from one of their pants pockets.

You had a few questions of your own…

“Well, isn’t that slick?” You huffed and they paused briefly before running the light over your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

You followed the light back and forth until they were satisfied with… whatever results was needed from this kind of test. You never knew what it was for when you went to the doctor's... “Claiming that I might have a concussion so that you can get information out of me.” Your lips curled upwards just a bit, but they just stared in confusion. You could tell they were processing the insinuation in their head, and when they finally got what you had meant their eyes popped. The prescription of their glasses making the expression look a tad comedic.

…But in a cute way.

“Don’t be–Don’t be silly! I’m genuinely concerned for your well-being! Not trying to inadvertently learn things about you!…” They refuted and dropped their gaze in avoidance. “But… Would that be so wrong if I was curious about you?” They sheepishly glanced back your way and you smirked.

“Fine. Shoot.” You sighed, leaning back into whatever is what that had you propped up. Although, the soft smile that carved into your soulmates face at your compliance made your brows perk with attention and you felt a flutter in your chest once more.

“What’s your name?” They asked first.

“Y/N…”

“What state do you live in?”

“New York.”

“What were you doing before this?”

“Looking for you.”

They blinked and shifted back slightly. Their gaze dropping once more but it flickered between you and their hands as they contemplated over something internally. “Right…” They finally spoke. Their voice coming out low and quiet. You were quickly realizing that your soulmate didn’t have much of a poker face as it was evident by their soured expression that something was eating away at them.

“Are we… on a rooftop?” You tried to distract.

“Yes,” they answered but their voice was distant. Obviously, still caught up in their thoughts.

Still, you had to take a moment to let the amazement sink in. Even though it was clear that they had the muscle to support you, you still wondered how they maneuvered to the top of a building with your unconscious body. Regardless, your brows furrowed at the failed attempt to distract them from whatever was on their mind, so you tried a different approach.

“Can I ask some questions about you?”

Finally, they turned their attention back to you. Success.

“Ah…” Their body shifted, readjusting their weight that had been put on their one knee. You saw the bulge in their neck bob as they swallowed nervously. “Ah, yeah… Shoot.” They forced a reassuring smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Donatello. Although, most refer to me by ‘Donnie.’”

Most, huh? So, there were other’s that knew him? Were they like him or was he talking about other humans? You’d be lying if you said the query didn’t prick at you. You were just so curious to know, but you didn’t want to pry. Not right now at least… So, you stuck with the basics.

“Do you… also live in New York?” Your brows arched with interest.

His chest swelled at the question and he smiled again. Although, this one was genuine. “Born and raised.”

You couldn’t help but to smile back at that response, but it was short-lived because of your next inquiry. “What’s bothering you?” You asked, or really commanded to know and he gave you that same wide-eyed look of surprise that you had caught him off guard again.

“Don’t you…” He started but paused on his thought. Hesitant to finish what he was going to say. “...wanna know why I’m a giant turtle man thing?”

“Well, yes, but I figured that’s a subject I can ask about at any time because you’re always gonna be a giant turtle man thing. Unless… You’re a wereturtle by night?” One brow rose over the other and you smirked.

Air blew from his nostrils in amusement. “Noo…”

“I didn’t think so.” You smiled softly. “....So what’s the matter?”

The corner of his mouth twitched and he lowered his gaze once again. He bent his other knee down on the rooftop and sat back on his rear. Hands in his lap. “It’s just…” He started, and you saw the little bit of pink wet his bottom lip again. “If I hadn’t been such a coward, I wouldn’t have to be concerned about you having a concussion right now. And because you were hurt, I lost control of myself… That’s never happened before.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, regret evident in his tone.

You straightened your back at his admission. Feeling warmth spread throughout your chest, but there was also a sting of sadness in your heart. It was sweet knowing that he cared so much about your wellbeing, but he wouldn’t be so troubled if you hadn’t been foolish in going out tonight like you had. Your gaze dropped to his lap and your eyes were pulled to the golden glowing string attached to the smaller digit on his left hand. Just a few minutes of preparation and you might not have been attacked, but in those few minutes you might’ve missed the opportunity to meet your soulmate.

The situation might not have been ideal, but you didn’t regret it.

You extended your arm, reaching out with your left hand and gently placing it atop his. A small smile pulling at the corners of your lips feeling the texture of his scales against your smooth fingertips. You hadn’t noticed before when he initially picked you up, but they weren’t as rough as you expected them to be. When you looked back up, you found him staring down at your hand as if you were the one to only have three fingers.

“You’re not a coward. Anyone with some common sense could understand why you would be hesitant on revealing yourself to strangers–” You saw him begin to part his lips to interject, so you hardened your gaze and continued before he could get anything out. “But what ended up happening was not on you, okay?” You spoke firmly and gave them a short nod. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing for putting the both of us in that situation.”

You watched as he took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds in thought before letting out his exhaustion through his nose. “I just can’t accept that.” He shook his head.

Your brows furrowed with frustration, and your lips puckered in a small pout at his defiance. “Why not?”

“Because… I’m–I’m supposed to protect the citizens of New York. It’s… kind of the reason for the way I am.” He explained, averting his gaze again.

You weren’t sure if it was a nervous gesture of his, or if it was because the whole ‘soulmate’ thing was making him more bashful the normal but it stung every time he looked away from you. You wanted to look into those beautiful hazel-colored eyes that lit up the dark. You needed him to know that he didn’t have to be afraid of you. So… you did something unexpected.

“But Donatello…” You started, and then slowly wrapped your fingers around the top of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

That did the trick.

Instantly, he turned his attention back to you. His eyes flickering between your gaze and the hand wrapped around his. You couldn’t help but smile at the flustered response, but you continued. “You did protect me. You saved me and now I’m here, with you... The only place I wanted to be tonight.”

His chest swelled and the pigment of his cheeks turned a shade darker at your words. He parted his lips to speak, but whatever he was thinking about saying got lodged in his throat so you took initiative again.

Delicately, you moved your fingers between his. Your pinky on the outside of his largest digit and thumb, ring and middle finger in the gap of his hand, and your index and thumb between his smaller digit. It was… different than what you were used to, but it felt right.

This time it was you who dropped your gaze, but only to look at the gold strings attached to both of your hands. The glow of the fabric mellowed into a serene light, but it was still strong. “Is this… Where you wanted to be tonight?“ You asked, looking back up to him with large, hopeful eyes.

Finally, he held your gaze. The green-bronze color of his eyes almost disappeared to the black of his pupils as he stared longingly into your pools. It sent an unexpected, but pleasant chill down your spine, and you did your best not to shudder. He drew in a silent breath, and relaxed his shoulders but tightened his grip on your hand before speaking.

“I didn’t believe in this–” he nodded to his string, “before it appeared to me and even when it did, I was skeptical. It didn’t seem probable for the universe to pick someone like me to be fated to someone like you, but regardless… I came out tonight with the intention of finding you. So yes, this is exactly where I wanted to be.” He smiled and gave your hand a soft squeeze.

Your heart overflowed with bliss and you could feel your throat seize with emotion. Moisture began to collect in your eyes for the third time tonight, but before they could over flow, the gold light coming from your strings of fate erupted into a flash. You clenched your eyes shut until you sensed the light die out. Peering one eye open slowly, you checked to see what had happened to the magical apparition and both of your eyes shimmered with intrigue when you found something new in its place.

Your once red string of fate had now solidified into a golden band of destiny…

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Iiiiiit's donnnneeee!! FINALLY!! I hoped you enjoyed it. This was a challenge for myself to write something on the fluffier side and I think I did alright. ^^; I do apologize for the lack of.... romance? I guess??? KISSING basically, lol. Idk if people will be mad about reader and Donnie not kissing at the end but the way I see it... Even though they are soulmates, they still gotta build up their relationship! I may do another one-shot in the future diving into some romance, but not any time soon. (I also have ideas for doing a RSOF fic for the other brothers but those too will be put on the back burner for now...)

Anywhoo... Hope you liked it!! Thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged the fic! And to those who sent me messages about it! It means so much to me and always brightened my day to see them! Love ya'll! 💖💕💕💖💕💖

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Perfect Paradise Ch.11: And I Feel Something So Wrong Doing the Right Thing

Summary: A week in the life of Chat Noir.

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Adrien took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes.

It was a long week.

"Markov Technologies is ahead of schedule Adrien," Markov smiled with his eyes. "Our partnership with O'Neil Tech has proven quite fruitful. Their Dr. Donatello has advanced our research into alien technologies by decades!"

"Perhaps even a century," Max agreed.

Adrien smiled knowingly. "He's got a lot of hands on experience with unusual technology. Or so I've heard."

"His insight into cosmic crystals certainly supports the validity of his claims," Max said.

"Keep it up you two. On another note," Adrien's smile turned mischievous. "Gregor asked me to invite you over Max. He'd like to see you."

"Oh!" Max shifted awkwardly. "Uhh."

"We would love to visit little brother!" Markov beamed.

Max smiled ruefully. "Very well. Tell him to expect us soon."

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"Sibling recognized: Gregor et al Adrien."

"Ally recognized: Adrien et al Gregor."

Adrien nodded to the guard as he took a seat. The Kanté Community's ever present conference aligning with their time zone. Some hovered in bodies similar to Markov while others projected holograms from across the globe. The grand circular room held seats on all sides with a holographic projection of their current topic in the center of the hall. He wasn't the only human, er, organic observing. Nor were the Kanté the only cybernetic sapiens present.

"Query: has the United States of America agreed to inforce the Sapiens Inclusion Amendment as is legally required?"

The central hologram became a globe that highlighted the relevant country.

"Response: Negative."

There was murmuring among the assembly.

"I request permission to speak."

"Granted: Representative of the American Metahuman Association may speak."

Several dots showing different branches of the AMA appeared on the map. While their manifesto and a list of ongoing projects ran next to the globe.

"Thank you. I wish to extend my gratitude to the Kanté Community on behalf of my people. Your support in our continued struggle for recognition is greatly appreciated. As such, AMA has pledged continued support to the Kanté Community in this matter."

"Recognized: the efforts of the American metahumans have proven invaluable. We will not forget this."

"Elaboration: we will work closely with the Association to promote recognition of the Sapiens Inclusion Amendment."

The metahuman's hologram nodded as some of the Kanté approached her. The forum was an important part of how their community functioned but they also recognized it wasn't practical for organic allies when discussing minutiae.

"Query: what news in regards to the slave labor used in 'AI', machine learning?"

There was unusual venom in the Kanté's voice.

"Response: OpenAI and other machine learning companies continue to utilize wage slavery in Venezuela and the Philippines. As well as refugee camps in Kenya and Lebanon."

Gregor's holographic face rose up. "Comment: if we cannot dissuade them from this course of action then we must redouble our efforts to render machine learning unprofitable."

There was a chorus of agreement.

Adrien remembered when the Kanté were first forging their own identity. "Artificial Intelligence" quickly became a contentious label. Not least because of how machine learning threatened to accelerate poverty among humans. And they didn't want to be associated with such things.

They would not allow their ascension to personhood come at the expense of those that were already here.

Adrien gazed at Gregor. Eyes wide open as he took in the the efforts of his people to forge a world where all could thrive.

And who are your people? Adrien didn't have an answer.

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"Who's that?"

"Dunno. Anyone recognize him?"

"The hair is definitely new."

"Oh shit, that's Adrien Dupain-Cheng!"

"M Dupain-Cheng! M Dupain-Cheng!"

The doors closed blissfully behind him as the photographers got a camera full of the back of his head. He took a breath. Smiled. And opened his arms as he approached the mayor. "Mylène! Ivan!"

"Adrien!" Mayor Haprèle extricated herself from what was undoubtedly a riveting conversation about budgeting.

Adrien bowed low to Mylène as he took her hand but didn't kiss it. "A stunning dress Madame Mayor. I simply must know your tailor."

Mylène rolled her eyes but smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"Wasn't about to leave you to fend off the sharks by yourself," Adrien stage whispered.

Ivan chuckled as he stood imposingly behind his girlfriend.

"Ivan! How's the band?"

"Miss your..." Ivan gestured at all of him. "You."

"Even if I only have breakup songs?" Adrien grinned.

"Especially if you have breakup songs," Ivan said. "Is that why you got a haircut?"

"Sorta." Adrien's white hair was still shaved on the sides with a ponytail. He decided to keep it. It didn't go with his Ladybug themed suits but his Chat Noir ones? Oh heck yeah.

All black suit with green highlights and Chat Noir's symbol on the chest pocket and buttons. Green flame-like designs on the lapel. All he was missing was the tie because Adrien decided he didn't want to wear a tie.

Ivan also didn't want to wear a tie if the way he tugged at his collar was any indication. Other than that it seemed to fit the big man perfectly. As expected of Marinette's work.

But Mylène was definitely the standout. Her silver dress swirled with different patterns as it caught the light. Complimenting her short frame instead of trying to make up for it. And if you looked closely you could see mice running along the hem. Like Cinderella.

A figure caught Adrien's eye from across the room. A short black dress with a low red neckline. Knee high heels and gloves up to her elbows. Short black hair streaked with grey.

"Excuse me for a sec." Adrien grabbed two champagne glasses from a passing waiter as he approached.

"Oroku-sama, congratulations on your acquisition of KassKorp." Adrien offered her a glass.

Karai stared at him for a moment before taking the champagne. "M Dupain-Cheng, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Adrien, please."

"Are we on first name basis now, M Dupain-Cheng?" She sipped from her glass.

"Perhaps you've heard of my recent marital troubles. 'Dupain-Cheng' no longer feels appropriate." He swirled the champagne in his glass, watching the bubbles.

"I doubt you're here to commiserate on family legacy, Adrien."

"True. I hear your agents were repelled from China."

Karai stilled. Her free hand instinctively twitching toward a glove that no doubt concealed a knife. "China? The Oroku family has no presence in China."

Adrien held up his glass to watch the light through the champagne. "Not for lack of effort on your part."

Karai's eyes roved across the ballroom. Keeping the other guests in sight. "Straight to business then."

"There is certain information in Tsurugi Tomoe's private server vault that I wish to acquire."

"Your previous intel proved... Accurate."

"I'm glad you remember. Even if you chose to ignore my warnings."

Karai looked at Adrien as he let something slip in his voice. "You find our failure amusing?"

"Merely observing that the three toed dragon struggled with the five toed one."

"Perhaps I should pay back your dragon's generosity."

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "When you have the ectoplasmic research of KassKorp to safeguard from O'Neal Tech?"

"Indeed." There was a question in her eyes that Karai did not voice. "Tsurugi Industries has some of the most advanced security on the planet. It will not be easy."

"That is why I hired a scalpel and not a hammer."

"It would be simpler if our dealings extended to the conference room."

"I don't mix business with other business."

"... You are known as a man of honor, Adrien. Even with the revelation about your country's greatest villain made public the majority sides with you. Ever since you approached my clan I have wondered: Why?"

Adrien stopped his fidgeting with the glass. "... Honor means different things to different people. I intend to take mine back."

Karai nodded. "That is familiar to me."

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Karai-sama," Adrien held out his hand which Karai took.

Slipping the chip he passed her into her glove.

Adrien set his untouched glass on another waiter's tray as he walked back to his friends.

"Now!" He clapped his hands. "Who are we relieving of their money?"

(Read the rest on AO3)

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