Can i request blade, sampo and feixiao (separately) with a cat-hybrid gn reader? (Its just catgirl but make it gn lol) thank uu ^^
Back to the kitty, 'cause they're kinda pretty
Tags: Blade x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Cat-Hybrid Reader, Fluff, Mild Teasing, Lighthearted Interactions, Sparring (Feixiao), Banter (Sampo), Hints of Angst (Blade), Comfort.
The Stellaron Hunter’s base was eerily quiet as you padded through the dimly lit halls, your tail swaying behind you. Blade had summoned you for a mission, though he hadn’t provided any details. You found him in his room, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if meditating.
“Could you knock next time?” he muttered without opening his eyes.
“I did.” you replied, crossing your arms and flicking an ear. He opened his eyes, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Did you now? I didn’t hear a thing.”
You rolled your eyes and sat next to him. “So, what’s the mission?”
“There’s no mission.” His gaze softened ever so slightly. “I called you here… because I wanted to talk.”
Your ears perked up, curiosity winning over. Blade wasn’t exactly one for casual conversation. “About?”
“I was wondering,” he started, his gaze flickering to the tips of your ears, “how you manage to find calm so easily. You seem… at peace, while I struggle to find it.”
You smiled, stretching out and curling your tail around yourself. “It’s easier when you stop fighting yourself. I accept my instincts, even if they’re different.” You flicked his bandaged hand playfully. “Maybe you should do the same. There’s a balance you haven’t found yet.”
His eyes narrowed, yet he didn’t pull his hand back. “Balance, huh? Maybe one day…” He trailed off, but the look in his eyes told you that perhaps, for the first time, he was willing to try.
The Xianzhou Yaoqing’s training grounds were empty, save for the rustle of your tail as you crouched, preparing for a sparring match with Feixiao. She stood across from you, her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Think you can keep up with a General, kitty?” she teased, flicking her fox ears.
You narrowed your eyes, playful determination sparking in your gaze. “Only one way to find out, General.”
The sparring session started with a rush of speed. Feixiao was fast—faster than anyone you’d trained with—but your natural agility as a cat hybrid gave you an edge. Dodging her strikes, you twirled around her, even managing a quick swipe at her coat.
“Impressive!” she laughed, sounding genuinely delighted. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” She moved with ferocity, her eyes focused entirely on you.
You felt a sense of pride bubbling up as you narrowly avoided another strike, purring softly despite the intensity of the match. In one daring move, you swerved and managed to knock her slightly off-balance. She chuckled as she stumbled, finally calling a truce.
“Not bad. If we weren’t sparring, I’d be considering you for the Cloud Knights,” she said, offering a hand to pull you up. “Though next time, don’t hold back.”
Your grin widened. “Only if you promise not to either, General.”
It was a quiet night in Belobog’s Underworld when you found yourself wandering into Sampo’s hideout. You’d just slipped in silently when he called out, “Is that my favorite cat?” His voice held a teasing lilt, and he looked up with a wide grin.
“How did you know I was here?” you asked, tail flicking in surprise.
“Please, I always know when there’s a silent visitor,” he laughed, stepping closer with that ever-charming smirk. “Besides, you practically smell of curiosity.”
You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe you just can’t resist sneaking up on everyone.”
He chuckled, reaching out to scratch behind your ear. To your surprise, it actually felt… nice. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a soft purr.
“See? I’ve got the magic touch,” he said, clearly delighted. You playfully swatted his hand away, and he pretended to look hurt. “Alright, alright, no need to claw me.”
His voice dropped, taking on a softer tone as he met your eyes. “Hey, thanks for stopping by, though. It's been a while since I’ve had good company that wasn’t trying to rob me or arrest me.”
A warmth filled you at his words, and you smirked, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “Guess even Sampo Koski has his soft spots.”
“Only for the right company,” he replied, giving you a wink that made your ears twitch as your heart skipped a beat.
Some art of Logan sparring with my X-men oc Pivot (Zam).
I haven't really posted a lot of them but I wanna get better at that. They're a very playful and talkative mutant, with the power of Directional- and Rotational manipulation. And the physical mutation of a blue faun.
Their powers were very hard to control for them when they were younger, being able to accidentally dislocate someone's arm just by touching them and rotating their hand. And so the only person who could actually train with them without sustaining damage was Logan.
here’s a little w.i.p about connor and the 5 love languages— this is from the physical affection section :) love my brats (connor and reader) also very daredevil season 2 fighting scene coded. enjoy!//
As detectives, one of your perks was membership to the local gym. You attended a couple of nights a week, just to.. blow off some steam. Connor goes for the same reason. He finds the red hot rage that bubbles within him every time he interacts with Reed or gets pushed around by someone who doesn’t believe androids should have anything nice always dissipates after he punches a dummy over and over again.
He’s there for about half an hour when you come out of the locker room, wrapping bandages around your knuckles. He stops his assault on the dummy when he notices you. Your face is flushed, and he recalls how you said you walk to the gym to warm up.
“Detective,” he says, and the voice snaps you out of your concentration.
“Oh, hey, Connor,” You smile gently, “What’re you doing here?”
“The same as you, I suppose.. working out.”
“Well,” You glance over to the boxing ring in the middle of the gym. “Why don’t we help each other out?”
Connor follows your gaze, and as soon as he realizes what you’re suggesting, his face twists with hesitation.
“I don’t know..” he starts. You just smile.
“C’mon, afraid you’ll meet your match?”
He just looks at you.
“I’m afraid you’ll become discouraged.” He says truthfully.
“Why would I be discouraged?”
“We don’t have the same skill level.”
Deep down, you know he’s right. Androids don’t really get tired, and Connor’s movements will be instinctual, where yours will be hesitant and often the wrong ones.
But your gaze hardens.
“Get in the fucking ring, Connor.”
He exhales as he walks over to the boxing ring, lifting the rope so you can climb in. You do, and for a moment, the two of you just stand there, looking at each other.
“So, how would you like to—”
Connor doesn’t get to finish, because you’re swinging at him, but he dodges easily. Your leg comes up to kick the side of his calf, but he barely flinches, and despite this, your hands move to try and punch him again, but Connor blocks it.
He takes it when you land a blow to the shoulder, and then, catches your hand when you try to left hook him—your right hand replaces it, and his head involuntarily tilts back when you land a punch square to his face.
His hand comes up to wipe just below his nose and when he pulls away he sees just a bit of blue blood.
His shoulders lift as he inhales deeply, a soft, humorless chuckle leaving his lips, and you want to wipe the smirk off his face when he says,
“Huh. You got me.”
You punch him again, and again, he doesn’t try and block you. His head is snapped to the side, but he snaps right back, his gaze fixed on you. He exhales, his lips tugged up just a bit.
“Get me back.” You demand.
He can feel something slipping, something snapping. He stares at you, thinking.. contemplating.
LET IT GO [GET THEM BACK]
“I said, get me—”
You throw a punch again, and before you can process what’s happening, Connor throws a hit back at you, and you dodge, but your movement is sloppy, so the hit he throws is softer than you suspect he can really throw, but you don’t think about it.
You throw a few punches in succession, but only two of them land. Then, Connor kicks your leg, and you feel your footing slip, so you grab him, taking him down with you. You let out a soft ‘hmph’ as you fall back onto the mat.
Connor lands on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. His gaze is heavy—intense. You just smirk.
“You got me back.”
He has nothing to say to that.
He just studies your face for a moment. Your cheeks are flushed, and your chest rises and falls in heavy, intense movements. He can hear the thump thump of his thirium pump in his ears
[BACK OFF] KISS THEM
Connor rolls off you and stands up. You lay there, trying to catch your breath. He stands up, and offers you a hand to help you up. You look at him for a second, before gripping his hand, letting him pull you off the mat.
“I win.” He says simply. When you punch him again, he simply smirks, before spitting blue blood onto the mat. He glances back to you. “Detective, I believe you qualify as a sore loser.”
Connor recalls the term from when Hank beat him at poker.
“You’re a smug bitch, Connor.” You huff, and he just shrugs, going to the side of the ring and lifting the ropes again for you.
He wasn’t present - not fully. She knew the look. Shoulders tight. Eyes haunted, even when he was trying to hide it behind that polished stillness. Something had gotten to him earlier. A mission gone wrong. A spirit whispering through him. She didn’t know yet. He hadn’t said.
So she hadn’t asked.
Instead, she offered the one language they both knew better than talking.
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A sparring session leads to Lucanis finally taking what Rook has been offering, despite his fear of hurting her.
Summary: After a night of suspense and a shocking discovery, he has it in his mind that he is totally and utterly screwed! To make matters more challenging, you have a stalker who may be connected to the disappearances that have been going on. Hes still curious to what he feels for you. However, he has a job to do. And you have appointment to get to soon.
Chapter 4
The next day was your appointment. As you left, you felt somewhat calm as you walked the hallway headed towards the exit. Thankfully, that weirdo was nowhere in sight. However, you kept your guard up. You never know what could happen these days.
After doing some bus hopping, you finally made it to the place. You found the neighborhood unique as you noticed it wasn't too far from Times Square. The realtor came out to greet you, she was pleased to see you made it on time. She made it seem as though she doesn't get that often from people trying to look at apartment or houses.
"You're on time. That's a great sign. I like that." She shook your hand.
"Thanks. I make it a point to be on time for stuff. I mean, I am working on my modeling gig, so I have to show promptness." You weren't much of a social butterfly but you still did your best to be kind and professional. She liked your style and your hair. You took care to do your hair properly for the appointment.
You both went in to look at the apartment. You were fascinated with the open concept and the balcony. The view is what did it for you as you looked out to see the many pedestrians walking about headed to work or their own appointments. Your bedroom was large enough to fit a California King Sized bed. You could not stop grinning at the gorgeous place. You've seen it online, so to see it up close made the commute worth it and you may have made up your mind. You turned to the realtor.
"I think this one may be it. Any chance I can move in soon?" You asked, her face lit up, fond of the potential.
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At the lair, the guys were having some time amongst themselves. Raph and Leo were sparring in the middle of the lair. Mikey was playing with his new VR goggles Donnie found for him. He'd been warned to watch what he was doing, yet proceeded to re-decorate the lair despite multiple warnings.
Donnie was on his computers looking over his cameras.
After what you told him last night, his mission was to ensure your safety. Telling his brothers everything you told him. He went to his computers to do some digging on this stalker for good measure. His name was real however he has no background. What stunned him the most is that the guy doesn't go to any universities. His highest level of education is high school. Donnie spotted the red flags, immediately adding the guy's name to his list of suspects.
Mikey teased him. Saying the only reason he added the guy as a suspect was because he was associated with you.
"I get it man. I wouldn't put up with another dude stalkin' my girl either." He nudged his shoulder. Raph and Donnie rolled their eyes at the childish rants from their younger brother.
"She's NOT my girl. She's a friend just like April." He got defensive, but Raph could see right through it, inching his pout near his ear.
"Ya don't look at April the way ya look at her on your computer, Don. Ya sure yer friends?" He pressed. Donnie's heart could explode. Since when did Raph start looking through his computers?
Leonardo wasn't too fond of the teasing, coaxing his brothers to stop. Thankfully, not hearing Donnie's dirty little secret. Raph gave him a wink and backed off. He knew Raph wouldn't says anything. He just as dirty too!
"Guess we'll all have to keep a sharp eye out. Hopefully her new location is much better than where she was." He added. Then Donnie reminded him that you'll be their new neighbor being so close to their main manhole cover. They all nodded and went about prepping for tonight's patrol.
Donnie still battled with his feelings. What they meant. How you may feel. While also slightly disturbed with Leonardo's eerie reminder. Donnie never even felt attracted to a girl before yet he couldn't help but question these feelings hes been having. The kiss you gave him last night, only enhanced his curiosity.
For now, he awaited news of your place. You told him where it was located and sent him the information. He was impressed with the layout. He could tell you like balconies, which works for him because hes a large walking turtle. He can't just walk in and pretend to be human. He looked around the area you were planning on moving to. There's pros and cons. The con of it, you were just outside the area where the disappearance have been occurring. That could change anytime. The pro, was your place is beside their main manhole.
"Cool. New neighbor." He mumbled, feeling giddy.
He looked over his monitors for a few more minutes, checking the perimeter, looking over the files of potential suspects, looking at a few of your modeling photos, before deciding to take a breather and practice with his bo-staff. He had a feeling in the back of his mind that something was coming.
As he swung his staff in the dojo, checking his form, Leonardo took it upon himself to study Donnie himself. What better way then up close and personal. He watched him execute great strength and form. He was pleased.
"You have improved very well lately." He says, Donnie's shell was facing him but he heard his tone of voice loud and clear.
"You always stress to us that we should keep ourselves in check. Speed, Stealth, and Honor. Isn't that right, Leonardo?" He clapped, Leonardo recalling using those same exact words when him and Raph were fighting over keeping secrets from one another. He felt the sting but it didn't sway him much.
"Don't forget the Art of Invisibility and Self-Control." He dished it back, Donnie paused his training, turning towards his brother.
"I haven't forgotten." They share a look, Leonardo took his stance against him. Donnie taking it as a challenge, putting his staff away, getting into position. Donnie knew what Leonardo was doing. They began to spar.
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At first the spar began like usual. They gave their all in each jab, each kick, and each dodge. They grunted with each time they got caught in a power struggle. During the spar, Leo was studying Donnie's movements, his posture, his techniques, his demeanor. As the session dragged on, Leo got more intense, questioning Donnie.
"When is her appointment over?" He strikes Donnie's head and misses.
"Anytime. These things could go either way." He responds. Leo huffed.
"I don't have to remind you of what we are. Our duties. What she is." He began, his tone sharp, but not cruel. Donnie had a feeling this was coming. The spar got more serious, Donnie's brain picking it up, keeping his composure.
"No. You don't. I sense I'm in an interrogation. I'd like to know what for?" His voice wasn't hostile, just curious.
Leonardo began to emphasize responsibility, focus, and the Ninja code. Donnie thinks fast, fights smart. Hes used to be underestimated physically because of his tech heavy role. However, his brain is his greatest weapon of all. Since you've been in his mind, he has been improving in strength and mind. He understands the seriousness of what they do and who they are. Again, something he should be telling Mikey.
The spar was both physical and philosophical. Every strike and every counter mirrored the argument. Yet, Donnie remained calm through the session. Leonardo continued to press him.
"Then you don't need me to remind you that we cannot afford distractions. Not allow some girl to pull you away from who you're supposed to be." Leo tested him mid-spar, Donnie deflecting a strike, sharper than usual.
"Funny, last I checked, being a ninja didn't mean shutting the world off. She doesn’t cloud my mind, Leo-she clears it!" His form unwavered, eyes as serious as they were when they began. Leonardo wasn't convinced enough.
"Our duty comes first! Always! You forget that, you risk all of us. Affection, attachment, they're cracks in the armor......Weakness." He grumbled, driving hard with frustration.
Donnie's brain was full of outrage. He continued to spar in his calm and collected manner, landing a clean counter,"Weakness? Not at all, Leonardo. Her influence has had a positive affect on me. Making me sharper, stronger." He manages to gain the upperhand,"You see a distraction, I see clarity! My duty hasn't slipped, if anything...." He lands a decisive strike, pinning Leonardo to the ground,"I'm more focused than ever!"
The session was over, Donnie was triumphant in his session against Leonardo. He saw right off the bat that Leonardo's intension was to knock some sense into him, Donnie analyzed all of Leo's patterns, and uses strategy to gain the upperhand. The victory felt earned, Donnie's intellect and new fire from you, showing signs of growth.
As Donnie helped him up, Leonardo begrudgingly acknowledged Donnie's strength. He didn't say a word, instead gave him a look of surprise, eventually turning into acceptance.
Donnie gets a call on his cell phone, it was you with an update. He looked to Leonardo.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to take this. Good job during training, brother. It appears you have improved also." He responds. Walking away from Leo to answer your call. He stood there for a moment then walked to his bonsai trees.
Mikey caught the sparring match from a distance. Though Donnie made his intentions known, he knew his brother. He knew better. Sort of.
Donnie made it to his lab, to talk to you.
Y/N: Hi, Donnie. What's going on?
Donatello: I just got through training with my brother. Just caught my breath.
Y/N: Wow. That's amazing. Nice to know we were both preoccupied.
Donnie quirked his brow in curiosity.
Donatello: Oh, really? How was your appointment?
He heard you snickering in the background.
Y/N: That's why I called. I wanted you to be the first to hear the great news. I GOT THE PLACE!
Donnie's jaw dropped, almost dropping the phone in his excitement.
Donatello: Y/N! That is great news! When are you moving in?
Y/N: I'm moving in tomorrow. A have a few things packed in boxes ready to be transported. Just gotta get a U-Haul. (Blows raspsberries)
Donnie had an idea. He knew Leo wouldn't like it. He considered it public service.
Donatello: Why spend all that money when you have me? I have a large enough truck that can withstand more weight than me and my brothers. I can help you if you like.
You covered your mouth, gasping at his generous offer. You did not want to spend money on a U-Haul nor put up with grumpy movers.
Y/N: I'd love that. I don't want to cause any friction. I know you have your hands full with investigating the disappearances...
Donatello: It's alright. I'm the master of multi-tasking. It also gives us the opportunity to study the layout of the area, make sure that creep you told me about doesn’t come near you.
You were touched by this kindness. His voice started making you feel fuzzy. You shook yourself out of it.
Y/N: Okay. You think you can.....meet me at my old place? Say around, 730AM.
Donatello: That seems to work nicely. I'll bring the guys. More hands the better, right?
Y/N: Yeah. Uhm. I'll keep you updated. In case theres any changes.
Donatello: Sounds good. Talk soon?
Y/N: Talk soon. Bye, Donnie.
Donatello: Good-Bye, Y/N.
The phone call ended. He felt a thud against his ribs. He put his hand across his chest.
"How odd." He says out loud, Raph walking by when he said that.
"What's that? Ya havin' some trouble gettin' it up or somethin?" He teased, Donnie tsked at the comment.
"Since you have the strength in your mouth to diss my much more impressive girth." Raph's face turned from mockery to annoyance that quick,"You can utilize your other body parts to help my friend move a few things to her new place. Tomorrow." He finishes, stunning Raph and catching Mikey's attention.
"Whoa. Road Trip!" He cheers. That's when Leonardo came on the scene, disturbed by the constant ranting.
After being brought up to speed, Leonardo reluctantly agreed. Donnie showed him the perimeter of your new place. He viewed you being close by as good and bad. Good because you were a close, trustworthy neighbor. Bad in case you decide to visit the lair and spotted by their enemies, putting you and them in danger.
"Alright. We do a thorough sweep of the city tonight. Then tomorrow is moving day." He says, giving Donnie a face that speaks 'watch it.' Though Donnie took him down a while ago, he was still the leader and eldest. He needed to ensure their safety.
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After a night a mayhem, it was time to move your things out of that apartment. The turtles told April about your situation along with a few details of how you met them. She agreed to help with the move. Dragging Casey and Vern along with her for extra hands.
Donatello brought the truck to your old place. You, April, Casey, and Vern collected your packed items and loaded them in the truck. Leo, Raph, and Mikey stayed at the lair, watched the monitors that had a great view of your apartment along with the rest of the perimeter. Compliments to Donnie's updated drone. Just to make sure your stalker was no where in sight.
One of the boxes was near the driver's seat, wide open. Donnie placed a box beside it, looked over and noticed one of your books. It was the Beauty and the Beast book you've been reading a lot lately.
The name itself, along with you being so comfortable with him, the kiss you gave him was as clear as day. You really like him. Why else would you be reading a story about a human and a non-human romance? Before he could get cozy in his thoughts, hes interrupted by your beautiful voice.
"Hey Donnie. I have 2 more boxes and that'll be it. Moving is so......whoops!" The box you were carrying was too heavy as you walked into the truck, almost falling when he caught the box, balancing it for you. As you gained momentum, you realized Donnie's hand was covering yours on the box. You share a look, hearts thumping. Then he releases you.
"Sorry. Didn't want you to fall." He mumbled. You smiled.
"It's alright. Thanks for helping. This would be more difficult if it were just me. Casey, April, and Vern's help is appreciated. Channel 6's best reporter helping me move. This is wild." You laughed.
"It's the least we can do. You're a new friend willing to keep my family secret. We got your back." April says as she places another box im the truck.
When your belongings were loaded up, it was time to head to your new place. The drive was steady as you conversed with Casey and Vern, while April hung in the front seat with Donnie.
"So, what's going on?" She asked.
"What ever do you mean, April?" He wondered. She smirked.
"From what Mikey's been telling me, there's something else going on between you and the new girl. Wanna explain?" She wasn't mean, just curious to know who grabbed her little brother's attention. He sighed.
"Well, I got caught snooping around in the library I get our books. She was accepting of me being a turtle, allowing us to borrow books so long as they're returned. Lately, we've......." He stopped, trying to find the right words for his situation.
"Go on." April pressed.
"We've become good friends. She has potential and great talent." He comments, revealing her modeling gigs and dancing talent. April knew about the modeling, having a few people in mind to get you connected with.
"Well, I'm glad to see you made a new friend. It's cool to have another lady to deal with all these guys." She quips, making Donnie laugh.
You all arrived in the alleyway close to the main manhole and your apartment door. Donnie called the guys to come on out and help take some things into the apartment. It was pretty steady so their won't be anybody coming out and startling them and vise versa. The other turtles came out from the manhole, ready to help.
Leonardo glared at you in an intimidating way. It felt unsettling. Raph brushed by him, growling then walked towards you.
"Don't pay him no mind, DollFace. He don't get out in daylight often." He mocks, Leo hisses.
"Uhh. Doesn't that also apply to you man?" Casey adds, quirking his brows at Raph.
"Hey Hey Hey. That's enough. Ladies shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting." Leo cut in, his aura changing back to his norm. Strange.
The guys brought your items in, April, Casey, and Vern helped you decorate. They were all amazed with the open concept and the balcony view. You thought being on the top floor was convenient because you figured no whackjob would be crazy enough to travel that far up to start something with you.
"This place is huge. Can I come visit sometime?" Mikey asked, you thought he was cute having to ask permission. As far as you know, the guys go about this city like its their own personal playground.
"Sure. I don't mind. I could use better company. You guys fit the bill very well." You respond, Raph smirked, happy with how much you appreciate them.
All your items were in your new apartment and you were still decorating and putting your food away. Donnie explored a little bit, fire escapes, locks on doors and windows, security in the building. Then he came to your big bedroom. He saw the large bed with nightstands on each side, the large sliding window letting in some natural light. He was pleased the room had a door with a lock. He would've been happy to install one for you if given the chance.
As he walked pass the bed, he began to invision you and him kissing on the bed.
He started getting hot and bothered as he heard your moans echoing in his brain. Allowing him to hold you, please you, mark you. 'It's like she's becoming a part of me.' He thought, the bed so enticing he almost hoped on it.
Raph and Mikey rearranged your furniture, Leonardo put up your small bookshelf with the help of April, while Vern and Casey installed you TV. You finished putting your food away when you noticed Donnie was out of sight. You decided to look for him and also admire your new place some more.
He heard footsteps, realizing he was getting hard. He took deep breaths to calm himself down.
When you passed your bedroom door, there he was, standing at there at the window, watching the birds fly by. You stood there for a moment. A drone came to the window, flying into your room to confirm a few detail pertaining to the neighborhood. His shell was facing you as he pushed a few buttons on the drone, sending it back out to continue it's duties.
Donnie knew you were there, relieved you didn't come any closer to him while he had the biggest erection hes ever had. You knocked on the doorway. He turned his head.
"You made that drone?" You asked, standing in your spot.
"Oh, yeah. It assists us on missions. Extra surveillance you might say." He responded, hoping he didn't sound like a creep.
"Well, I feel safe." You say with certainty. He smiles. It didn't even bother you that he was in your room.
"You've done so much for me. I came to ask if you guys eat certain foods? I want to repay you for your kindness."
His erection was up and down. Feeling your presence, hearing your voice, your scent. He kept himself together to respond accordingly. 'Please don't come any closer.' His mentally whined as he bit his lip.
"Pizza would be nice." He says.
"Any toppings?"
"No, just cheese for me." He responds, you snicker.
"Your brothers said the same thing. Yinz are most alike than I thought. I'll order in." You say, pulling out your phone to order the pizza. Breathing a sigh of relief when he heard your footsteps walking away. Promising himself that he'll work on controlling his animal urges.
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The place was set up nicely as you all enjoyed time together. Getting to know one another, playing games, and admiring the city lights shining in the living room. You all had pizza and sodas, enjoying the luxury of your place. You could tell by their curiosities that such a place as big as yours was foreign yet felt homey to them due to how large they are. Leonardo could do his backflips, it was that large.
It felt weird not being at the library at this time. You left a few things there to which you will grab tomorrow. You had your own place now and you had to get used it.
Mikey made you laugh so much, it tempted you to sign him up to be New York's next comedian. It didn't take long to learn he was the food guy as you noticed him munching on 2 bags of chips and a whole pizza.
Raphael and Casey kept teasing one another. Whether Casey yanked his durag or Raph putting the very small human guy in s headlock. You snickered at their brotherly bond. Leonardo would look out the window and have Donnie check his tablet, that's connected to the drone that has been keeping watch. You sensed an awkward vibe from him. He has stressed how important it is to keep their secret. You couldn't image the things they've gone through living here and protecting the city. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, you approached his demeanor with understanding and kindness. The last thing you wanted was to get them in trouble.
"So you're a model, huh? That's amazing." A voice belonging to Vern was talking to you.
"Yes I may not look it but I have quite the fanbase." You respond, Vern planting himself beside you on the couch, placing his arm behind your head.
"I'd like to be apart of your fanbase. You look pretty fine to mine." He says with a wink. Already he was making you uncomfortable. Donnie saw and noticed this, feeling......envious. An emotion he rarely feels. He didn't take one step and Leonardo gave the announcement that it was time to leave.
"Come on, bro. A few more minutes." Mikey begged. You don't mind sleepovers but you had to sleep too.
"Mikey, you explored the entire place. With kitchen being your favorite. We have to go on patrol remember? Our job." He says. April and Casey stood up and walked to the door.
"We gotta go too. It's late and I have a story to cover tomorrow." April reminds them.
"Maybe I'll stay with Y/N. Keep her company for the night." Vern suggested, Donnie didn't verbalize it, but he did not like that idea at all. He despised it even.
"Or you can leave so I don't slug ya by mistake!" Raph growled, agitated with Vern's lady's man pick up lines.
"Besides, aren't you still dating that blonde haired chick with blue eyes you picked up last week?" Mikey jumped in, nudging Raph.
"Ancient history, man. I'm moving onto more sophisticated things." He responds, taking a sip out of his soda can, quirking his brows.
"Dude, can you even spell 'sophisticated?' And do you know the definition?" Donnie jumped in, stunning everyone in the room with his question for Vern. The man got flustered, tripping over his words trying to give a clear answer. The room soon filled with laughter at the stumped wannabe celebrity.
When the laughs were done, everyone went out. Donnie went to put the truck back in the garage, telling his brothers he'll catch up, when he noticed the box by his seat.
"Must've missed it." He picks up the box and heads back in, careful to avoid the other tenants.
You were cleaning up counter when he came in with the last box.
"Omg. I completely forgot about that. Thank You Donatello." You using his full name made him feel tingly. You were stunned when you noticed the box was open, revealing the Beauty & the Beast book you packed. 'He saw it! He saw it, didn't he?' You worried
"No problem. I'm gonna get going. I'll......" You stopped him, wanting to change the vibe.
"Wait. I have something for you and your brothers. Just one second." You rummage through your refrigerator pulling out 4 small white boxes. "These are for you and your brothers. I hope you like it. Don't open them til you get to your brothers." You murmur, feeling like a shy girl from the book club. Each one had their names on it. He was flattered by your sweet nature.
"I couldn't possibly....."
"You can. I wanted to do this because you've been so nice to me and understanding of my situation." You tell him, your eyes filled with acceptance.
He took some time to admire your natural beauty. You went all out for your appointment. Your braided hair styled nicely. The glasses you wore, complimented your finely toned melanin skin. Your teeth whiter than any tissue in the stores. The cherry on top, was your lack of fear when you stood before him. He couldn't ask for a better friend. Maybe even more..
"Thank You. I'll give the guys theirs tonight."
"Good. Thanks again, Donnie. Maybe I'll see you soon." You hoped.
"You will. Get some rest. I'll be in touch." He says, you nod. Watching him depart. You smiled.
"Hes so sweet." You thought out loud, getting ready for bed.
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After returning the truck to the garage, Donnie quickly running to meet his brothers. His speed has improved as well, making almost as fast as the cheetah. He felt like he could fly. When he caught up with them, they were looking down at Times Square. The many people walking here, running there, selling this, buying that. Before he could forget, he gave the boxes to his brothers.
"What's this, Donnie?" Leonardo wondered upon Donnie giving him the box.
"I'm not sure. Y/N said to wait until I caught up with you so you can open it." He says, taking the tape off of his. Mikey was excited.
"Presents! It ain't my Birthday or Christmas but I'll take it anyway." He chimed.
They opened their boxes to find their own personal tiramisu cake inside. It was well made and looked delicious.
"She got us cake. Nice." Raph gruffed.
"Shes thanking us, man. Be grateful." Leonardo lashed, annoyed with how dismissive Raph can be sometimes.
Mikey ate his in a flash. Licking his fingers. Trying to take Raph's.
"If you don't want it, I'll eat it." He quipped. Raph growled.
"No way, bro! Ya ate yers so back off!" Raph started eating his, so Mikey didn't try to sneak his.
When Donnie opened his, he felt a jolt of electricity run through him. He had never been struck by lightning but he may as well have with what he found on his cake.
"You good, Donnie?" Leo checked on him upon noticing the goofy look on his face. Donnie closed the box.
"Yeah, I'm alright." He replies, putting Leonardo at ease.
You did something special for Donnie's cake. Putting a heart on in white powdered sugar. He was touched, not wanting to share that with his brothers.
This motivated him more to keep you safe. However, he cannot hold that secret in much longer. If theres something, anything between you at all, he didn't want to bring secrets into the mix.
You were able to rest well in your bed. Yet, trouble has not gone away just yet.
Ok, I have two questions I am struggling to write sparring.
It's between Bruce and Tim.
For some reason, I just cannot get it to click and I'm kind of getting annoyed and I really want to finish this tonight.
I've tried like googling and even like looking at fanfiction, but none of them seem to have Bruce and Tim sparring.
Second question do we have a timeline for how long after Jason's death, Tim became Robin? I'm not getting a straight answer?
Is six months a good estimate?
If anyone can help me, I will be forever in your debt. Well, I don't have any money, but you'll be able to read the fanfiction once I finish.
Like I don't care if it is a fic rec with the saddest wet cat Tim ever I just need to be able to visualize them fighting and then I can word it properly.
