Synopsis: Donatello considered himself, nay, deemed himself the greatest mind of his generation. He was known for his skills as a scientist, inventor, engineer and was a technological genius. Dare he throw in that he was a damn good brother and held the title of being 1/4th ‘Protector of New York City’.
He could barely fathom that he didn’t piece together that the pretty barista he was falling for was simultaneously his gaming buddy (might I add, for the last eight years) and was working for Big Mama.
At this very moment, Donatello was sure of two things in his life. One of them being his life was a joke and the second being that he was fraternizing with the enemy.
All because he decided to run errands whilst donning his cloaking brooch.
Warnings: Aged-Up turtles, fluff, Half-Yokai OC, AFAB OC (does use she/her/they pronouns in writing), swearing
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Ch 1 - Violet
You had known Othello for years- since you were sixteen, and you were in your mid-twenties now. He was a familiar online presence to you, and a welcome one at that. ‘Bootyyyshaker9000’ was his online name and the two of you had met through a tutoring forum for your high school IB math class, after getting acquainted with one another through the forum, your online chats quickly moved to Discord while the two of you played and chatted into the early mornings.
“Okay,” you exhale and glance at the time in the corner of the lit computer screen, “I think I’ve got to go, it’s super late and I’ve got to open tomorrow morning.” The mouse hovers over the exit button while you wait for him to respond.
“Ah, yes. It is quite late. Can I assume I will hear from you the same time tomorrow?”, there’s a pause, “I will make no guarantees that we won’t stay up as late, Letty.” He says with mirth and while you’ve never seen his face, you can almost imagine the crinkle by his eyes when he smiles- you try your best to pretend he doesn’t make your chest tighten.
“It’s almost like you enjoy hanging out with me?” closing the game in front of you and twirling the cord of your headset around your finger as you wait for a response. You liked the back and forth banter between the two of you, but it never went past light jabs and casual teasing- “flirting”, if you wanted to be generous.
“Hah! Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Letty. Othello Von Ryan holds no attachments to mere mortals.” Watching the volume symbol light up as he talks, you’re tempted to ask him about turning his cam on. He starts up again and the thought dies on your tongue, “I’m jesting, as you know. I’ll let you go for the night.”
“Chat tomorrow, Othello. Night!” you mute your Discord as you see ‘Bootyyyshaker9000’ fade, the telltale sign he’s logged out for the evening. With an exhale, you take your headset off and hang it on your computer screen. 3:00am, blowing a raspberry to the open air you get up to start your bedtime routine in the bathroom. The stark white hair that ended mid-back and the bunny ears that sprout and stick straight up where your human ears used to be aren’t cause for surprise any longer as you’ve been “part-mutant” since you were sixteen. Heck, the amber pupils don’t give you a fright either anymore. Looking down you’re met with white rabbit fur that started mid thigh and followed downwards to your dainty rabbit feet. ‘Part-yokai, maybe?’, you muse to yourself as you brush the tangled fur at the base of your ears. Even before the alien invasion, New York had been home to the strangest things, and while not everyone had been as welcoming as you hoped to a whole new species that lived underneath New York City, the general populace was on good terms with the Yokai.
The mystery on why you only happened to be part-rabbit was something you could not solve fully, but you did speculate that the “oozesquito” that had bit you all those years ago just wasn’t as full with “ooze” as the other ones that had bit and fully mutated others. While it was quite the shock that left you locking yourself in your apartment for days on end on the verge of a mental breakdown, you adjusted to the physical changes to your body relatively quickly. The poofy rabbit tail at the base of your back and rabbit ears were the easiest parts to come to terms with, and your legs which looked like permanent fuzzy thigh highs and the rabbit feet were the hardest adjustment to the ‘new you’ you had to make. You noted a change in the strength (and size) of your glutes and thighs as well, which you egotistically felt very good about as well. You let your ears relax against your head and exit the bathroom and get comfy in your bed.
After setting the alarm on your phone and plugging it in for the night, you drift off to sleep.
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Fastening your cloaking brooch underneath your sweater was the finishing touch before heading out the door. Looking in the mirror, you looked as how you did before the mutation. Your hair at mid-back length but instead of the white you’d grown fond of over time, your locks now an ebony color and your pupils back to a dark brown that complimented your darker complexion. Pushing your glasses farther up on your nose you deem yourself ready to go. You felt the air around where your rabbit ears would be and while you could feel the plush fur, they didn’t show up in the mirror, the space now occupied by your human appendages. You always thought it was an odd sensation to feel your extra rabbit bits but never be able to see them with the cloaking broach on, your ears and tail never snagged on anything either. You chocked it up to the mystic magic of the broach itself, it was meant to conceal after all.
‘hey thanks for the new cloaking brooch. i owe u one!!’
You send off a text to your best friend in the city post-mutation. You get a response almost immediately.
‘ofc! dont lose this one lmao, theyre so expensive! run of the mill tonight? can u pick up?’.
You rush to catch your bus, make it on and take a seat before responding. You did have games planned with Othello tonight, but perhaps you could have Usagi over for around dinner time and have him out before 10pm to still make game night with Othello.
‘ya sure thing. Hawaiian 4 my fav rabbit? i have games w otto tonight tho, get out my place by 10 lmao’
You pocket your phone and hop off at your stop, the crisp air bit at your cheeks as the winter season made itself known. You shook off the cold as you entered your place of work, ‘Rendezvous’ a hole in the wall coffee spot on one of the quieter streets in New York. Your phone vibrates in rapid succession, and you know it’s Usagi giving you Hell about Othello, you take one last glance at your phone before starting your shift.
‘OMG picking a MAN you’ve never seen or met OVER ME! AGAIN’
‘u kno im joking’
‘yes to hawaiin’
‘Hawaiian*** please pick up extra ranch sauce. ill be over for around 5pm, love u vi’
You chuckle and smile then quickly respond, “ya ya whatever. will do for extra ranch, starting work now. love u too, gigi’. You pocket your phone and count the hours until your shift is over.
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TBC
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A/N : OMGGGG its been YEARSSS since ive written but i guess were back in the game??? This is the first fic I’ve written since i was a teen so i hope its half decent???? This will be a multi chapter fic and ill post it on ao3 as well omg im rlly nervous LOL
trust, we will run into donnie very quickly, but it IS a bit of a slow burn to kinda set everything up (im in process of writing chapter 4, so i hope to have a semi regular sched to upload). i didnt anticipate to do as much world building as ive had to actually do since i just wanted a cutesy fluffy donnie fic but here we are with something more than i bargained for LOL
Special thanks and dedication to @moonlightmarauder for work shopping the fanfic w me in the dead of night and @afreakingdork for being my inspiration to actually start writing again!! (Check out their fic “Crush Too Much”, its a Donnie x reader and itll be the best thing u ever read, i promise)
Hiii if you're still taking phm requests I think it would be very cool for Grace to get some Eridian celebration jewelry from Rocky + Adrian :') or something along those lines
take the ring ryland. im not asking 💢💢💢
anyways i kind of smushed your request and a silly idea i had - hope you like!
got my first ever official customer complaint because when i was going over the terms of their life insurance they were like "well i don't plan to die" and i was like "well you're going to"
i want to put my thoughts behind this: this was supposed to be a piece for pride month, titled "you were loved". the sky is the color of the aroace flag (just upside down)!
basically, i wanted to show an aroace person — an old aroace person, to be precise. being aroace myself, i am always told that i will forever be lonely and miserable if i don't get a partner. so showing grace, who is aroace to me, as old and happy and fulfilled and oh so loved by his best friend, was really important to me <3
