✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 | 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 | 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃

P/N : Yokai Partners Name

A familiar scream echoed through the sewers. One that has been prevalent for weeks. Donatello quickly rushed out of his lab, finding his other brothers in the hall. Raphael sat on his bed, hands on his lap. He was disheveled, sweaty, and eyes puffy. Splinter rubbed his shell, before turning to Donnie. "Purple, would you get Red some tea?" Donnie nodded, as his shell's arms quickly extended to do the job. He had nailed down a recipe that worked for Raphael, a specific sleepy-time tea mixed with some creamer and milk. Mikey hugged his brother, a frown on his face. Leo sighed, before joining in.

Raphael was a big guy but had an even bigger heart. And more so for his brothers. As his shell finished the tea, he leaned in with his family. Raphael began to smile, his shaking began to settle. When the tea was finished Splinter grabbed the mug with his tail before handing it to his son. "Thanks, Dee." Raphael had been having nightmares for months, ever since the Krang attack.

All of them had been affected, New York had been affected- but Raphael seemed to carry the grunt of it. Whatever happened in that gel cell- whatever sick mind control the aliens put him under seemed to leave a nasty stain on his mind. His brothers did the best they could. Mikey bought all kinds of therapeutic color books for the turtle, while Leo stood guard beside his bed at night. Donnie had done nights of research, besides the tea he had looked into PTSD symptoms and ideology. He was the 'smart' one, he was the one who could fix this for Raph. He was the one who was still awake when the screaming started.

But nothing had worked. And when his technology failed- he knew there was only one other way to go. He begrudgingly pulled out his phone. He didn't like asking for help, and she definitely knew it too. But this was Raph, and he hadn't got a good full night of sleep in weeks.

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Y/n hadn't slept well in nearly 2 years. At first, she had little triggers around the Hidden City, things that sent her mind into some spiral of images. Images of war and bloody tentacles, things that kept them up at night. Then the Krang attacked. She and Big Mama quickly fled to the Hidden City, where the worst came. Luckily, Y/n's family had lived in Seattle at that time, they were far from the destruction. Even if they neglected the girl, she still cared, she always would.

Y/n knew the aliens were worse than just the average Yokai invader. And her other half did too. Y/n found P/n nearly 2 years ago. While it seemed the whole world ignored Y/n, she found great solace in books. And even more comfort in the mystical kind. While her family ran their million-dollar business above, she ran around the hidden streets below. That's where she found the altar. Little had found it before them. But none had opened the little seal that held P/n . The two reminisced about their lives, about the isolation they faced in the world. P/n was an ancient Yokai, and like Y/n was neglected by their brothers and sisters.

Their love for the strange and unorthodox made them unlikeable by most. And as their brothers and sisters built the beginning of the Hidden City, they found the cracks in their system. There was no free will, no color, no way to truly live. P/n tried to reason with their Yokai brothers, but it was no avail. And in their weakest moment, they made a deal. One with an even more ancient alien, who offered them power beyond belief to fix the world that had hated them so deeply. But in the end, they couldn't do it. P/n couldn't hurt their family, even if they despised who they were inside. And so they were sealed away, in a tomb where no one would find them for eons.

But Y/n did. And she swore she would free the ferret Yokai. And then, neither of them would ever be alone again. But the seal had done more than contain the weasel. The two became bonded the second it was broken, together until the end of eternity. And the rotten power that had cursed P/n, was just as harsh on Y/n. While before the two were limited by the shame they held for themselves, now it was the fact that they did have free will- and that came with its consequences.