TMNT: Donatello one shots

That one night (REQUEST)

Request for: Annabethapril (Wattpad)  

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Y/n = Your name
L/n = Last name
PD = Purple Dragons

- Your p.o.v -

New York isn't the safest city to walk around in at night, but I had planned a meeting with a patron that was intrested in one of my most valuable paintings. Yes, I'm an artist and I paint. My parents doesn't really like that, but it's what I dream of. The patron told me to meet her at Murakami's.

The sun was nowhere to be seen as the city was covered in the darkness of the night, only lights on the sidewalks and from skyscrapers and other smaller buildings lit up the city. I was almost with the restaurant when I suddenly was pulled into an alley.

HUN, PD: Well, well, well. Lookie who I found here.

I tried to get out, but they pushed me back and they blocked the only way for me to escape.

YOU: Leave me alone!

HUN, PD: Sorry, girly. I can't do that.

One of the gang members took my backpack that had the painting inside of it.

YOU: No! Give it back!

The member that had my backpack gave it to the leader. He took out the painting and checked it out. Then he looked at me before looking back at the painting again.

HUN, PD: You're an artist. Not so bad. I bet since you are out walking with this you are planning on selling it. I bet it's worth some cash.

An evil smirk was now to be seen on his lips and it freaked me out. Such a valuable painting had taken me a long time to get done, I had someone who wanted it and it could help my career as an artist a lot.

DONATELLO: Hey, back off punks!

Somebody shouted from afar. I haven't heard the voice before, but it sounded like he was a good guy. My hero jumped down in the shadows of the alley and started to take out the Purple Dragons. The leader that had my painting rushed to pack it down again and make a run for it. All the other members was taken out and laying beat up on the ground. My hero ran after the PD leader and that's when I noticed he's not human. He's a turtle. A mutant turtle with ninja weapons. I was about to walk after them, but I heard a loud thud behind me. It was my hero. He had my backpack in his hands and handed it to me. A huge grin was now on my lips.

DONATELLO: Ma'am, I believe this bag belongs to you.

YOU: Yeah. Yes, it's mine. Thank you so much.

I said as I hugged him tight. I'm sure I felt his entire body tens, but he hugged me back after sometime. I pulled away from the hug and looked at him once more.

DONATELLO: Y-you're not scared of me?

YOU: No. I mean, should I be? You're not gonna eat me, are you?

He chuckled and I giggled. I took out my painting to make sure it was alright and it seemed fine. I noticed him looking at it as well.

DONATELLO: So you're an artist, huh?

YOU: I sure am, or at least I try. I want to be one. I'm on my way to meet a patron right now.

DONATELLO: Ah, I get it. So that's why you're having your painting with you. It's a beautiful painting and you're really talented.

YOU: Thank you...

DONATELLO: Name's Donatello, Donnie for short.

He reached out his hand to me and I shook mine in his.

YOU: Y/n. Y/n L/n.

DONATELLO: It's not safe for you to go out here so late at night. I can follow you and make sure you're safe from the roof tops if that's okay.

YOU: [blushes and smiles] Thank you, Donnie. That's really sweet of you.

He sure did follow me all the way and he even waited. The patron was very interested in my painting and was even hoping to see more of my work now. I was happy it all went well. Donnie followed me home safe and sound.

YOU: Thanks again, Donnie. For saving me and my painting, plus making sure I was safe.

DONATELLO: You're welcome. Here's my number, please call me or text me anytime if you are going out late at night, need some help or just wanna hang out.

He said as he gave me a peace of paper with a number written on it. I smiled and blushed. I was for sure gonna use this.

YOU: So I guess I'll see you around?

DONATELLO: Yeah. Good night, Y/n.

YOU: Good night, Donnie.

And that was the start of a really good future.