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saltydoesstuff · 8 months

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"Amber Eyes" Feral Mikey x Reader

Since I can figure out how to make posts longer I figured I can finally post this here to. It's a couple months old so don't mind the bad writing--

((All characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise)) (CW: mentions of nightmares/sleep paralysis) -------------------------------------------------------------

Huh. You almost forgot how many things you could see when you stared blankly at a flat surface. The subtle grooves in the paint making it seem like there were little funky creatures there. Of course, they were harder to spot when looking at the ceiling- and it was dark-- but that wasn't the point. The point, if any, is that it made a good distraction.

From what? The man in the corner of your room. You couldn't see him well, he blended in with the dark very well- but you could feel his gaze on you. He was watching you, waiting. For what? It's not like you could move at the moment. All you could do is breath harshly through your nose, trying to wake yourself up. It wasn't real, you knew that. It didn't stop the fear though. It didn't stop your heart from pumping in your ears, it didn't stop the heavy sense of dread that felt like it was going to make your chest cave in-- it didn't stop the strong urge to cry out for help. You think what makes it worse is that you can't. So when it all went away, and you opened your eyes again for real- a choked gasp left your lips.

You gripped the blankets that kept you warm, pulling them more over your body like it would protect you. You didn't look around at first, just staring ahead while your body tried to calm down from what feels like a marathon. You hated when this happened. Even worse when there was something with you during. At least the man wasn't on top of you, like how it usually went. After a long moment, you quickly scanned your room to make sure there was nothing there. Corners? Nope. Closet? Also no. The window that had amber eyes staring at you? No- WAIT--

This time a shriek made it's way out, and you undignifiedly got tangled in your blankets while trying to get up and away from the eyes- crashing onto the floor with a thump and a grunt of pain. You heard the window open, and worried sounding chittering followed with the soft clicking of claws against the hardwood. You looked up warily to see Mikey, confused and a bit concerned at your situation. You sighed in relief to see it was just him, giving him a weak smile. "H-Hey buddy, how about we don't stare at people through their windows at night eh? It's creepy."

Mikey chirped and chittered again, but you couldn't understand him. You couldn't understand any of the turtles yet, but they seemed to have some understanding of what you say- if them trying to copy your words tell you anything. The turtle made it over to you and tugged on the blankets that you were currently tangled up in, helping you get unstuck. You appreciated the help, sitting up with a huff, "Thanks.. What are you even doing here? It's the middle of the night."

Mikey copied your huff, mixing in a chuff and pointed a claw at you. "Me?" He nodded, making a softer series of chirps, "Chiirr.. rrrrf-ear." "Fear? You.. saw me afraid?" He nodded again, then glanced around your room- seemingly trying to find the source of what made you scared. You found it endearing, that he wanted to check in on you. Even if he nearly scared you to death in doing so. How were you supposed to explain sleep paralysis to him though? Have any of them experienced it before? You shook her head and smiled gently, "Don't worry, I just had a bad dream." He could understand that, right?

You've experienced Raph having a nightmare once, poor guy was thrashing and snapping at the air in his sleep- clutching his left shoulder. You always wondered what had happened there, the giant dragging teeth marks.. Raph was a big guy, what could have hurt him like that? You tried to not think about it much.

Mikey looked back at you, regarding your expression for a moment. You must have not looked fine to him, because before you fully registered what was happening you were being picked up by your underarms. He maneuvered you gently into a princess carry, and hopped onto your bed. The bed groaned in protest at his weight, but Mikey didn't seem to pay any mind. He held you close to his plastron, resting his chin on top of your head. You blinked, wiggling slightly in his arms to try and get more comfortable. Mikey let you, loosening his hold just enough until you settled- then tightened his hold again. This was happening you supposed. You knew better than to try and escape his cuddles when he wanted them, if you knew anything about the box turtle was that he was persistent. All of them were when they wanted something.

You let out a sigh, resting your head against his chest, "I take it you're going to be staying, then?" He chuffed quietly in response, nuzzling his snout into your hair. They were always so careful how they handled you, so mindful just how different you were compared to them. It warmed your heart to know that they cared about you, that he cared about you like this. You rubbed his upper arm slightly, giving it a small squeeze to show your appreciation towards his gentleness, "I'll take that as a yes."

You could hear his heartbeat through his plastron, it beating steadily. Strongly. It was soothing to hear, but it also made you wonder just how thick their plastron was to be able to hear it so clearly. You'd have to remember to ask later down the line, when you had better ways of communicating with them all. You had no idea how long you both stayed like that, or when your eyelids started to get heavy and close. But when you opened them again, you found yourself in the middle of a turtle pile with all four brothers you had grown close to over the last six months. You supposed the other three grew worried when they couldn't find their youngest brother and went looking for him.

You glanced up at Mikey, whom had fallen asleep at some point throughout the night. He was still holding you securely, his cheek resting against the top of your head. He looked so peaceful like this, even a bit goofy with how his face was semi smushed against your head. You forgot all about the man in the corner. He didn't matter so long as you had Mikey with you.

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goosewriting · 1 year

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Pink 31 with Raph and a reader who's going through a bad day mentally, so they have a comfort movie night that ends with scenario 23, where Reader falls asleep on Raph's shoulder (or i guess arm would be more realistic lol)

Please stay (rottmnt Raph x reader)

scenario 23: A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as their head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A. prompt 31: “Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

summary: reader is having a bad day and falls asleep on Raph’s shoulder.

relationship: Rise

warnings: angst and comfort, raph being a sweetheart 🥺

word count: ~790

A/N: oh to have a giant turtle to cuddle with on bad days 😩<3 ended up having Raph move the reader to the bedroom instead of sitting still whoops

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Saying that Raph was worried was an understatement. You hadn’t been answering his texts or calls. He assumed you’d be home by now, but you never replied to his message asking if you got there okay. Apparently you hadn’t even read them.

Assuming the worst but trying his best to get the worst-case scenarios out of his head where you were hurt, he made his way to your place in record time. Climbing down the fire escape he hopped onto your balcony and softly knocked on the glass door, calling your name.

You were sitting in the dark, curled up between the couch and the coffee table, after one of the worst days you’d had in a while. Illuminated only by the lights from the street below, you lifted your gaze with tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks to look at the balcony when you heard the knocks. Seeing Raph’s worried face looking for your eyes in the darkness, it both filled you with relief as well as it brought a new wave of tears, as you were longing for his comfort.

With languid movements and shaky limbs, you couldn’t even muster the strength to stand up, so you all but crawled towards the balcony, undoing the lock. Without wasting a second, Raph opened the door and came rushing in, crouching down to your level and asking if you were okay or hurt.

Between choked sobs you told him about how bad your day had been. Every single thing that had gone wrong ended up piling up and now here you were, just so done with everything.

Raph sighed in relief to himself, seeing that you hadn’t been physically hurt by someone or something. He decided not to bring up his many texts and calls that went unanswered, as to not throw even more of a burden on you.

Picking you up from the floor, he closed the balcony door and brought you to the couch. Settling you down, you crawled back down to your original spot on the floor with a whine, wanting nothing more than to wallow in your misery a little longer. With a soft smile, Raph moved the coffee table away from you so he could fit in next to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, and after thinking about it for a moment, you shook your head, bringing your knees up and hugging them to your chest.

“Alright” he thought of something else to do. “Then do you want to watch a movie?”

You supposed it would be a good distraction so you agreed. Raph took the remote (which looked comically small in his huge hand) and put on one of your comfort movies. You had watched it a thousand times by now, half of those with him, but it brought a smile to your face and warmth to your heart every time without fail.

As you two were propped up against the couch, the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sounds of the movie and your sniffles every now and then. As the time passed, you kept cuddling closer to him, and he let you practically melt into his side, enjoying how warm you felt against his skin. By the end of the movie you were fully asleep, leaning onto his arm, with your own looped around his, holding onto him tightly.

Raph looked down at you for a moment, memorising your sleeping face, which looked much more relaxed than before. Your eyes were still slightly puffy from crying but you looked so much more at peace right now, your natural beauty coming through.

He tried removing his arm as gently as possible from your death grip without waking you up, which took him a couple of minutes with the way you were clinging onto him. Once he was successful, he picked you up again and brought you to your bed. As he was tucking you in, your eyes fluttered open. He was about to apologise about waking you up, but you spoke first.

“Can you stay?” you whispered, not finding enough strength to speak in your normal voice. “Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.”

“l’ll stay for as long as you need” he responded and sat down on the floor by your bed, with this torso leaning on the mattress at your side. He didn’t want to shred your bed with his shell.

You thanked him and took his hand in yours, slowly falling back asleep. Raph smiled to himself at the sight, gently stroking over your knuckles with his thumb. With a whispered promise of always being there for you, he too felt his eyelids getting heavier, slowly being pulled into dreamland.

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart(Rise! Raph x Reader)

3777 words of complete and utter nonsense. I've never written for Raph before, so I hope I did well

Summary: Your heater broke down in the dead of winter. Hopefully Raph won't mind you hanging out with him for the time being.

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My eyes flutter open as a chill runs down my spine, the heap of blankets paired with my warm pajamas not doing enough to fight against the cold. I shuffle a bit in my bed, trying to get comfortable again so I could fall back asleep. Winter has taken hold over New York, and the cold was finally starting to creep into my apartment. With my heater being busted at the moment, there was nothing I could really do except try and tough it out through blanket nests and warm foods. The company apparently can’t send someone to fix it until Friday, so waiting it out is kind of my best option. I glanced over at the digital clock that sits snugly on my nightstand, the bright and bold numbers flashing the unfortunate time of 3:22 AM staring me down, serving as a constant reminder of my inability to get some rest.

I shift under the covers once more, avoiding the cold spots created by the lack of body heat. It’s times like these I start to regret letting Leo borrow the heated blanket I bought a couple years ago. Guilt starts to pile up in my stomach for daring to think that, as I know he must have it worse right now. Even though they are warm blooded, all the turtle brothers tend to be more susceptible to both hot and cold than the average person. Lending Leo my precious heated blanket was a noble sacrifice I had to make if it means he’s getting through this winter a bit easier. Too bad I’ll most likely never see it again, stupid blanket stealing jerk.

My eyes finally start to droop as the drowsiness kicks in a bit more, my mind bouncing from Leo’s blanket thievery to Donnie’s recent invention to Raph’s kind nature, and the serotonin that came with the final thought was starting to knock me out once again.

I came to realize my crush on the giant snapping turtle about a year after we met, and he’s been at the forefront of my mind ever since. Even if his tall stature was a bit intimidating at first, his personality proved to me that he was just a giant teddy bear. A teddy bear with built in spikes, a dash of violence, and separation anxiety, but a teddy bear no less.

I lay my head against my arms, shifting the cocoon of blankets around me to try and keep the heat inside so I could stay warm. Feeling my body giving into the fatigue that held it in its grasp was comforting, and I hoped I could sleep till the sun’s up. Constantly waking up to a dark room was starting to make my overactive mind run through the possibilities of ghosts, demons, and murderers that might be in my room with me.

My eyes shoot open as I hear my phone start ringing, the familiar tune cluing me in to who’s calling. Raph. I launch my arm out of my warm blankets and aimlessly feel around for my phone. The cold of the room starts to seep into the opening my arm makes, and I grit my teeth at the unpleasant feeling. My hand finally feels the slick rubber of my phone case, and I quickly yank it back into my makeshift warmth pocket. I answer the call as I put the phone up to my ear, grinning giddily as I greet the snapping turtle on the other side.

“Um, hey. Sorry to wake ya’,” he starts, and I note the grogginess and nervousness that seems to seep into his voice. “I know it’s late, but I was wondering if ya’d like to come over? I had a nightmare, but don’t wanna’ bother any’a brothers right now, they haven’t gotten much sleep as of late.”

I smile softly at his words, knowing the double meaning behind them. He had another nightmare about the Kraang, and he doesn’t want his brothers to see that he’s still suffering. “Yeah, I’ll be over in a second. I’m assuming I can go straight to your room, or do you want me to meet you in the living room?” After the Kraang invasion, Raph’s been having nightmares, and I appreciated that he trusted me enough to ask for help.

“Kitchen, actually. I’ve started making some hot cocoa, and I’m not too keen on drinking it anywhere else. A bit worried I’d spill it, and most cleaning supplies are in Dee’s lab.”

“Okie dokie, I’m heading over now.” I hang up the phone and take a glance around my room. Turning on the flashlight function on my phone, I get up and stretch a bit. The cold air washes over me like a tsunami, and I curl into myself a bit. I almost forgot about the cold while Raph was calling, and it’s taking its revenge by ravaging my body with shivers.

I use the flashlight feature on my phone to help guide me through my room, and I turn on the light once I reach it. I rapidly blink a couple of times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light faster. Once the world is a bit more clear, I trudge my way over to my closest. I really don’t want to have to change. Raph won’t mind me showing up in PJ’s, right? I mean, it is 3:30 in the morning, so it can’t be that weird. Making up my mind, I grab my jacket and put it on, throwing it over my shoulders as I turn off the light and head to leave my apartment after grabbing my keys. I really hope no one else is awake.

I speed walk down the dimly lit hallway, glancing over my shoulder as I go. The apartment I lived in was relatively safe, but one could never be too sure. Hell, the 2 guys that lived next door got mugged last week. Sure they were across town leaving a pub, but one could never be too cautious.

Leaving the apartment complex, I quickly head for the alley a couple blocks away. I knew there was a sewer hole there, and I wanted to get down to the lair as fast as I could, the cold was killing me. I inwardly cheer as I make it to the sewer plate, mentally patting myself on the back for not getting jumped. Not that I actually did anything, but still, it’s the little things.

Checking to make sure no one's around, I take the robot I got from Donnie out of my pocket and set it on the manhole cover. As manhole covers can weigh up to 250 pounds, Donnie gave me and April these little robots that open them for us. It will forever impress me how the turtle brothers lift them without assistance. Leo loves to hold it over my head how easily he can pick up the plates of steel and concrete, constantly making fun of me for not being able to do the same.

Once the cover is removed, I grab the robot and make my way down, putting the robot back onto the plate so it can close it. I take my phone out as the robot works and put on the flashlight. It gets really dark once the lid closes, and I learned my lesson the first time I tried to climb down in the dark. Turns out, it’s really hard to climb back up a ladder with a broken arm.

The robot dings and I pluck it off the cover. Sticking it back into my pocket, I slowly make my way down the ladder, trying not to fall. When I reach the bottom, I lightly tap the concrete with my foot. Stepping in a puddle would really suck, and while sewage doesn’t drain through here that often, any water down here is really gross.

Satisfied with the dryness, I fully step down. I use my flashlight to guide me once more, muscle memory taking over. It was around a 10 minute walk from the alleyway entrance to the lair, but Mikey painted the entire way with little graffiti drawings so I would have something to look at while I visit.

Once I enter the lair, I head straight for the kitchen. I could see better now that I reached the lair, so I finally turned off my phone’s flashlight. Hopefully it wouldn’t die considering I forgot my battery pack in my rush to get here. As I entered the room, I could see Raph sitting at the island, his red onsie on and his retainer sitting next to him. He was sipping on a mug of what was presumably hot chocolate, and there was a second one next to him. Raph sends me a warm smile as I grab a stool to sit next to him, both of us wincing at the noise it makes when I drag it across the floor.

Raph slides the other mug over to me, and I eagerly take a sip. Holy moly Raph makes a good cup of hot chocolate, and this was just what I needed to warm me up. The lair was considerably warmer than everywhere else I had been tonight, and I wanted to stay here as long as possible.

Raph takes another long sip of his hot chocolate before he breaks the comfortable silence that settled between us. “Sorry to call ya’ so late, I really ‘preciate ya’ comin’ t’night.”

“Having nightmares again?” You look over at Raph, his mask was off so you could see the scarring around his eye. It was a miracle he could still see out of it.

Raph nods, staring down at his mug and watching the chocolate drink swirl. His leg was bouncing pretty quickly as he chewed on his lip. I wanted to ask what was wrong, see what was bothering him, but he beat me to it.

“Do ya’ mind sleeping over t’night? I’d ‘preciate the company. We could hav’a slumber party in the projector room, or just hang out in mine. Whichever makes ya’ more comfortable”

I scan Raph’s face, noting how he’s not meeting I gaze fully. Feeling relief that the main thing bothering him was just the shyness of asking his friend to sleepover, you shoot him a big grin.

“Dude, I’d literally love that,” I say, shifting in my seat to face him more. “My heater broke, and it’s actually warm here. You’re gonna have to drag me out kickin’ and screamin’.”

Raph finally meets my gaze, brows knitted together making his quote-unquote “Raph chasm” grow larger. “Are you okay? How long’s it been broken? Do ya’ know when it’ll get fixed?”

His rapid-fire questions stun me a bit, I didn’t expect him to care so much. Maybe he likes me back? Is this hope? A sign? I slightly shake my head, trying to shoo the thoughts out of my head. It’s Raph, he cares because his heart’s too big and I’m his friend. That’s it. That has to be it. Right?

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s been broken for about a day, and the repair dude said it’d take about a week for them to get out there and fix it.” I swirl the rest of the hot chocolate in my mug, frowning slightly when I see just how far down it’s gotten.

“A week? Isn’t that dangerous? Dee said it’s gonna get pretty close to zero around here soon.” Raph frown deepens and the creases in his forehead grow. I notice his leg starts bouncing once more, the growing worry clearly eating him up.

“Yeah, I’m not too sure what I’m gonna do. So far, the blanket cocoon idea isn’t working the best.”

“You could stay here.”

My head whips over to look at Raph, searching his face for any sign of deception or lies. “I really couldn’t, you guys have your own stuff to deal with, and I don’t want to impose.”

Raph sighs as he leans back on the stool, hanging onto the lip of the island with his hands while he stretches. “I get your anxiety about being a burden, really I do, but you know we care about you right?”

Raph shifts in his seat so he could look at me properly, putting his hand on my shoulder and waiting for me to meet his gaze before continuing. “You’re not a bother, you’re not a burden, and you’re always welcome here. We care ‘bout’cha, and I sure don’t want you to freeze. If anyone says anything about you staying here for the week, I’ll personally have a talk with them, ‘kay?”

My face warms at his words and I just nod my head dumbly, hiding my face behind the mug I continued to sip on. Raph seems to accept this as an appropriate answer, smiling warmly at me before patting my twice on the shoulder and turning back to his normal sitting position. We continue to sit in a semi-comfortable silence as I wait for my face to cool down again. This was not helping my crush on him at all.

I set my mug down gently, stealing a glance at Raph as he tips his head back to finish off the rest of his drink. I smiled a bit at the sight, the red giant’s tail was wagging slightly, obviously being pleased with the way his cocoa tasted. The worst he could say was no, right? That’s what everyone says? If I confess right now, maybe he’d go easy on the rejection. I take a deep breath and steel my nerves.

“Hey Raph?” Raph’s head turns towards me, his deep eyes putting their full attention on me. “I want to tell you som-”

My words were interrupted by a spoken “GASP”, and I deflate as Raph’s attention turns towards the offending voice.

Donnie marches in, phone in hand as he stomps and spits all over my attempt to finally admit my feelings to Raph. I vaguely notice that he has yet to change into his pajamas, but I was more focused on the eyebags showing around his eyes through his mask. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

“Holy Galileo, is that HOT CHOCOLATE? And you never even offered me any!? Raph, my brother I am OFFENDED!”

I giggle a bit, my mood lighting up a bit. Donnie really can be amusing when he wants to. Although, I’m not too sure he’s aware of it.

Raph rolls his eyes at the young pouting softshell, slightly amused by his dramatic outburst. “To be fair Dee, I thought’cha were sleepin’ already. Y’know, like your s'posed to be.”

Donnie falters a bit before perking back up, obviously reading to make his case on why he should be allowed to be awake and drinking hot cocoa, “You cannot turn this on me, no sir. Last I checked, you’re supposed to be asleep too, but you’re still up. And with THEM!”

Donnie accentuates his last sentence by dramatically pointing his finger at me like I was an enemy soldier on a warfront. I loudly slurped the rest of my cocoa, watching Donnie's eyes twitch at the sound. I smile a bit into my cup, proud that I was able to get a slight rise out of the turtle. Raph rolls his eyes once more at his brother's antics, pushing back his chair to stand up properly.

“One, I called Y/n in the middle of the night. This is an apology/bonding hot cocoa. Two, you’re supposed to be asleep. However, I am willing to make more if you want some, I'm running low anyway.” Donnie eagerly nods at Raph’s words, fishing down a mug for himself while Raph starts to busy himself with finding the big cocoa powder tin. He looks over at me, holding the tin and slightly shaking it in a silent question to me. I grin and nod excitedly at the notion, pushing my mug towards him slightly as I mutter my thanks and pleases.

Raph hums as he pours water into a saucepan along with sugar, cocoa powder, and a small amount of salt. Donnie pulls up a stool and sits next to me, his mug in front of him while he plays on his phone in wait.

“Why are you here? It’s almost 4 o'clock in the morning.” Donnie says, never looking up from his phone.

“Raph called me to hang out and my heaters broke anyway, so I just came to hang out.”

Donnie finally looks at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Why isn’t it fixed yet?”

I shrug. I didn’t really know why it wasn't, but it continues to not work. “The company that I contacted said they couldn’t send someone ‘till Friday, didn’t really give me a reason though.”

Donnie frowns at my answer, his ‘eyebrows’ knitted together in a similar fashion to Raphs. “It’s tuesday.”

“Oh wow, really? Gosh, thanks for telling me such valuable information. I will cherish it forever.” Sarcasm drips from every word I spout, and Donnie looks incredibly unamused. I hear Raph snort from next to the stove, so I count this as a win.

“Why would it take them 5 days to come out and fix your heater? That’s a 2 hour job at worst.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what they told me. There isn’t much else I can do but wait.” I shrug, and turn back towards Raph, watching him stir in the milk before pouring the mixture into each of our cups. Both Donnie and I give a quiet thanks to Raph while he walks around to sit next to me once more.

Continuing the conversation, Donnie speaks up once more. “I could fix it.”

The skeptic look I was staring down Donnie with brightens to one of hope. “Are you serious? ‘Cause that’d seriously be so awesome!”

Donnie nods his head as he sips from his mug, obviously savoring the sweet drink as much as possible. “If you’d want, we could head over right now-”

Raph slams his cup that he was previously drinking, the loud “WHAM” making both Donnie and I jump slightly. Donnie and I both turn to look at the snapper, but Raph refuses to look either of us in the eye.

“Oh Raph-a-la, want to share what that was about, hmm?” Donnie and I both continue to stare Raph down, his face slowly turning as red as his pajamas.

“I, um. They don’t need it done now, plus we’re all tired, so Raph thinks they should stay here tonight. No offense Donnie, but you look like you might pass out any second.”

Donnie continues to stare Raph down, and seems to find something during his analysis. With a little nod to himself, Donnie shoots Raph a tight smile.

“Well, if you say so boss man. I’m gonna take this,” Donnie raises his mug of hot chocolate, “and head off to my lab. Goodnight you two. Come find me in the morning if you want to take me up on that offer, Y/n.”

I nod and Donnie and wave goodbye as he leaves. I hear Raph calling out his own little goodbyes, and I realize we are left alone once more.

“So…., what were you gonna say earlier?” Raph starts, taking a sip from his mug as he eyes me. “It seemed important, but Donnie kinda interrupted you.”

I freeze in my seat. I completely forgot about the almost confession that happened earlier. “Oh, that.. Um, well, I just kinda wanted to get something off my chest, but it isn’t really important. You don’t gotta worry about it!”

Raph’s eyes narrow as he looks me up and down. “Uh huh, sure. Y'know you can Raph anything, right?”

I shrink a bit under Raph’s gaze, my face heating up as I try to work up the courage once more. “Yeah, I know. It's just, I don’t know. I don’t want to make things weird between us.”

“Why would things become weird between us?”

Here goes. “Because I like you, like, a lot.”

I watch Raph freeze, his body grows tense and I start to panic. “Not that you need to reciprocate! I know I’m a bit weird, so I totally understand if you don’t like me back! We can totally ignore any of this happened, I can even go back to my apartment if your uncomfortable, I don’t want to make things weird between us-”

Raph puts his hand on my head, stopping my ramblings. There's a small smile on his face and the pit in my stomach grows. This is it. I’m about to get rejected and he’s never going to talk to me again. This sucks.

Raph opens his mouth and I tense expecting the worst. “Don’t worry! Raph likes you too! Like, a lot.”

What?

That’s not what I thought was gonna happen. I meet Raph’s eyes and they are filled with nothing but warmth. I melt into the hand on my head, the relief mixing with elation and I feel like I just had a sugar crash.

“You do?” I had to make sure, make sure this wasn’t some pity move to make me feel better.

Raph nods, pulling me into a hug which I instantly melt into. “Raph promises. I like you too, Y/n. I have for a while.”

“Oh.”

I feel Raph’s body vibrate with the chuckle that escapes him. He just holds me for a bit, keeping me next to him to prove that this wasn’t a dream and I wasn’t about to wake up. The events of the day slowly catch up to me, my body demanding sleep now that all the worry was drained out of my body.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I ask, trying to gauge whether this was a conversation I need to wake myself up for or not.

“No, let's try in the morning. We’re both too tired to think. Do you want to sleep in the projector room, or mine?” Raph shifts me in his arms, standing up while carrying me. I was a bit embarrassed he felt the need to, but I would care more later. I’m still riding on a love high. Plus, Raph’s carrying me, I'm not complaining for the world.

“Uhhhhhhh, yours. I want to snuggle in your plushie pile.”

I watch Raph nod through half lidded eyes, snuggling into the turtles arms even more. I fell asleep before I reached the room, dreaming of all the things Raph and I were going to do together now that the feelings are officially mutual.

01.07.23

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green-lotus · 2 years

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hi! could you do what splinter thinks of raph and reader's relationship, but more geared towards him bonding with reader?

Jesus that took me some time, i'm sorry for making you wait. But the whole thing evolved into something larger than I expected and I'm quite proud of it now so I didn't want to push myself and half-ass the final product. Enjoy!

Bonding with Splinter over your relationship with Raph

„My dear girl... Why don’t you lay down and have a rest, at least for a moment? You barely seem to be able to hold your head straight up”

Splinter. His voice was soft and slightly amused. You must have almost fallen off the couch a moment ago. Shleepishly batting your eyelids, your positioned yourself straight back up, trying to appear as dignified as possible.

„Oh, no offense, Splinter... But I’m not going anywhere until I see those knuckleheads coming in safely through that... Door” You gestured to the entrance area.

„I see” You were surprised, he gave up so easily on convincing you. Old rat stepped towards you, a warm smile spread on his snout. As you gathered the blanket around you, uncertain what to do now that you’ve been found, he stopped by your side and reached out his hand to lay on your arm.

„May this old rodent at least offer you some tea to brighten the waiting a bit?”

Oh.

„Well... If it’s not a problem... I’d love it. But no no”, you began picking yourself up, „I can make some for us both, if you want some”

Splinter shook his head beningly and signaled you to not get up. „No no my child, you sit, I wouldn’t dream of disturbing your ward. Please” His rat arm gently pushed you back down and in a strangely parental manner, put the blanket back onto your curled legs. „I’ll be right back. And i’m sure Leonardo will appreciate a warm cup as well once they’re back from their watch”

A smirk came onto your lips. „Yeah, he would. Donnie as well, just with lemon. And Raph would kill for a dark coffee with a whiskey shot, especially if it’s been raining tonight.” You smiled almost instantly as soon as you mentioned your precious, hulking turtle in red. And there was no way Splinter wasn’t noticing that. Fuck it, he already knew everything there was to know, and probably even more.

„Really?” You really couldn’t say if Splinter’s amazement was genuine or simply well – acted. „Well, I’ve been sure he’s been dumping something in his cup, but I wasn’t sure what it was, I must admit” You couldn’t not snort at the remark, and as your and Splinter's eyes met, you shared a warm smile.

„I’ll be back in a second, my dear. You just wait”

Unsure, you layed back against the couch and watched the giant rat stroll towards the kitchen.

It wasn’t the first nor second time you visited and spent the night in the lair, but it was definitely the first time you’ve been left alone in it with no one but Splinter to keep you company. Donnie suddenly picked up some strange signal from up above, supposedly about the Foot Clan, and despite your visit they all jumped onto the idea of heading out to an emergency patrol right this second. Raph was, truthfully, reluctant to leave your side even for an hour or so, but duty was calling and in the end, he wasn’t one to ignore it. So despite how badly he didn’t want to part during one of those sweet moments you were down there with his family he was always so longing for, he headed out as well after his brothers, promising he’ll be back with you before you even notice. Situation was apparently quite serious.

Too serious for you to be dragged along as you often were.

You definitely did notice Raph’s absence, and the more time passed, and the more painfully the hour turned into two and almost three, your mind and heart couldn’t keep still.

What if something happened?

To the boys, and worst, to your Raphael?

He told you as he was kissing your forehead goodbye you could just take a nap and he'll wake you up once he’s back, but like hell you were going to sleep when your turtle bros were sticking their necks out somewhere in the dark alleys of the city. So now, you were fighting off both weariness after the day and rising freezing cold anxiety in your gut, spread on the couch by the wall of the lair, wrapped in Raph’s massive, comfortingly soft blanket you two have been sleeping under every night you spent in the lair.

Until it turned out that despite Donnie’s reassurements, their dad, sensei or however the turtles felt like calling him at the given moment, wasn’t, in fact, dead asleep.

There wasn’t much that could actually happen to the turtles, they were practically bulletproof, but even so... Something still could. Even if a low – laying bunch of Foot marauders didn’t stand a chance against them.

„There’s our tea. This one’s yours. Careful, it’s hot”

Splinter definitely had a way of not announcing his presence whatsoever.

Heavenly smelling of pear, lemongrass, cinnamon and peach, a cup landed in your hand. Among everything else gathered in the lair, every piece of junk and reused, redesigned items, it looked weirdly out of place. A pretty white cup, adorned with most likely hand – painted blue flowers. Where did they even get it from

„Thank you...” You hesitated. „Actually. How... Should I call you? I don’t think your... turtle sons ever settled that with me”

At the mention of turtle sons, rat’s eyes flickered playfully.

„Oh, I think Splinter will be just fine. Unless you prefer terms your brothers use, but I didn’t assume you’d be comfortable with Dad or Sensei” He started laughing to himself.

You stared blankly into the liquid in the cup in your hand.

„Not yet”, you thought, but you bit the tip of your finger and let the not funniest of jokes slip to the back of your mind.

Splinter with utmost finesse lifted his cup and took a sip of his own tea, unmistakably white one, judging by the smell.

How the fuck did he know what tea you liked?

„I thought you’ll wondering where did I learn what tea you like”

Bitch.

„I’d assume Leo ratted me out”

„Hmm, not quite him but you’re close. It was your very own Raphael” He lifted his eyes from the cup, as if to check what kind of reaction mentioning your man’s name would bring.

Before you answered – you only now realised how much Splinter’s presence soothed you. You were all tense moments ago, but now your entire body was comfortably loose and relaxed, you have already forgotten how stressed you were in front of the man. Rat. And you have almost, but not quite forgotten what worried you so in the first place.

„My very own?” Absolutely certain now that Splinter’s shamelessly teasing you, you decided to play along with the joke.

„Well, seeing how much you and my son care about each other and how you always yearn for each other – there is no other way of saying it.”

A warming feeling was blooming inside you and a smile was slowly creeping onto your lips, but you didn’t lose your composure.

„Please, you’re embarassing me. That’s your son we're talking about.”

Splinter said nothing more, only smiled and took another sip of his tea. You followed suit.

Three hours. Motherfuckers.

He was making you wait.

He promised never to do that. He promised he would either include you in everything he & his brothers do, if it wasn’t too dangerous, or he would always keep you updated on everything, he won’t be leaving you uncertain of what’s happening to them. And Raph was a man of his word.

First, because you always made him aware of how much concern you had for their safety, and secondly – maybe even more importantly – because you were not the type of woman to endlessly wait for your man while drowning in doubts and tears.

Now selfish as it may sound, even your pride was being wounded.

You have only seen Raphael really hurt once, and it was enough for you. A dagger sticking out of his leg, blood dripping all over, even if the only thing left after that accident was another scar on his skin, it was enough for you.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, and with a furious howl you rose to your feet, almost throwing the scrupulously brewed tea to the nearest wall.

You were expecting Splinter to be angry, but as you turned back to him, all his eyes looked at you with was concern and patience.

„My child”, he said calmly, placing his hand on yours. All this mischief and placidity he treates you with just so were gone. „Be calm. Your brothers will be back, unharmed. I know the feeling all too well, believe me; sitting out here, hidden from the world, as they venture into the night. But they always come back and I trust them to do so, don’t be scared”

„I’m gonna smash his teeth out once he returns. Making me fucking wait like that”

Being more than obvious who you meant, you were again surprised how Splinter didn’t say anything, but gazed at you with a warmth and understanding, nodding his grey head.

Guess it couldn’t hurt to say something else.

„Thanks... Splinter. I... I won’t take it if something happens to them. To Raph.” The rat only nodded with understanding. There wasn’t much else to be said.

Nervously tapping on the guardrail behind the couch, you were silent for a moment.

„Thank you. Sorry”

„My pleasure, my dear girl. Actually...”

He leaned against the couch, wiggling his tail on the ground, as if the words he intended to say escaped him, he was stroking his beard in thought. „... i’m the one who wanted to thank you”

Uhm?

You did suspect where what you just heard might be coming from, but even so,you wanted to hear it from the rat master himself.

„...what for?”

„Child, sit with me. Come”

So you did. And what you heard afterwards wasn’t entirely surprising, but it still blew your mind.

„I would be a fool not to notice the... effect your feelings have had on Raphael. My son... What can I possibly say... You must know how he is. What rages inside him, what fear hunts his mind. I always suspected that a gentle hand of a woman might help him when the time for that comes, but to see it with my own eyes... It’s a bliss any father dreams of, I imagine. You’ve done so much for him already, I hope you realise that... You must, you’re an exceptional girl, that much is clear to me.”

Splinter looked you straight in the eyes.

„I don’t mean to embarass you, don’t worry. I only mean to say... Thank you. I never thought my boys would be allowed that kind of experience... Feelings. I’m so very glad at least one of them found someone like you.”

Oh shit.

You had positively no idea how to answer this – but the silence that fell between you and Splinter and look in your eyes was enough of an answer. You knew he knew, and he knew you knew.

Thinking about a suitable, more elaborate response to give, to pour all your feelings into words – you simply reached out and placed your hand on Splinter’s.

„You’re welcome... old rat. Truly no need to thank me. I love this shelled moron just as much... or even more than you do. No offense”

The pipe in the water slide began pounding from the inside, and distant, muffles voices came to your ears.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You sprung from the couch and ran to the slide as four turtles, triumphantly yelling, came down from it, sending a fountain to the sides. Water splashing under your bare feet and your wet dress dragging behind you as you jumped down, you didn’t care. Pushing Mikey from the way, you threw yourself into Raph’s embrace, as soon as you felt his sweaty, animal smell mixed with the cologne he was using, all your fears vanished.

„Girl!” Raph lifted you with one hand, rushing the other through your uncombed hair. „Hey, i’m back, all good! Like I promised!” I’m so sorry i didn’t text ya, we had our hands busy with those Foot tail-ends, oh, it was unbelievable! Lemme...”

He lifted you from the water and put you on the ground as he shook off water from himself.

„Hey don’t go too hard on him!” Leo suddenly shouted to you from behind, „He wanted to give you a call, I told him to wait till we come back!”Raph glanced at him with grateful look, and smiled to you in an apologetic manner.

„Yeah, that’s our fault for once, we were rushing back as soon as we could!” Donnie backed him up. Mikey jumped behind you.

„He was all tears, I’m telling you. „Guys, guys, stop, I gotta give [y/n] a call, my heart’s torn open until the moment I see her again””

Raph was all tense already wanting to silence him, but then he realised you were silent all this time, staring at him.

„What’s wrong baby?” He stood by your side and hunched over to be closer to your face. His voice was heavenly soothing and intoxicating, as always, every single time.

„I was fucking worried about you all, that’s what’s up. You fucking idiot.”

„Hey. I’m... Sorry. Really. But we’re alright, nothing happened to anyone... Those Feet though!”

„You promised, Raphael” He sighed.

„I know.” He took your hand and gently placed a kiss on your palm. „Not gonna happen again”

You wished you could stay angry at him. But you couldn’t. You let go and burrowed into his embrace, sinking in his smell, his touch, everything he was.

„You’re coming with me now, sai master, you’ll tell me everything but do i need you all for myself... for a moment”

„Yes ma’am”

The lair was in a cheerful squabble again. Leo and Donnie, murmuring something to each other followed to the lab, Mikey was being rushed to the kitchen by Splinter to put a pot for the tea for everyone on fire, music went out loud in the air on as soon as he entered there. The rat smiled at you from the distance, watching you and Raph joyfully clinging to each other, and so did you.

You knew he knew, he knew you knew.

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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Raphael (bayverse) x gn!crush!reader

Part 2 of the one-bed trope 😈

I realized it was a fem!reader at first cause Raphael saying baby girl makes my brain go brrrr 🥴 but I changed it to be more inclusive for my bbs out there who don't get as much rep cause most of it is fem!reader

This is not proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes my friends

Tiny bit of angst and then mostly fluff

Description: Due to the Foot clan knowing your whereabouts, you’re staying in the turtles’ lair and your favorite turtle suggested you sleep in their bed.

You were being carried into the lair by Raph with you going in and out of consciousness. This was not how he expected his night to go. Hearing that the Foot had you nearly threw him into a pit of blind rage. He ran out as soon as Donnie got your location. Obviously, everyone else was in tow and by the time they got to you, Raph thought he was done seeing red, but then he saw the bruises on you. “Raph,” you whimpered as his hands cupped your face, “I didn’t tell them. I didn’t tell them where you were or anything, I-I promise. I didn’t. I didn’t. ” You couldn’t help the tears falling down your face, you were just happy to see Raph. “Shh shh shh, I know you didn’t, baby, I know. I know,” he said softly and quickly got the ropes confining you to the chair and he quickly cradled you in his arms. His brothers already cleared the way out and you were brought back to the lair in haste.

“Donnie. Donnie, where do I put them?!” Donnie guided Raph into his lab where he cleared a table to check all your vitals and make sure there weren’t broken bones or internal bleeding. Raphael stayed next to Donnie waiting for your eyes to open again.After a while, Donnie said everything was clear and you just needed some rest at this point. “I’ll give them my bed. I barely use it-” “No. They can use my bed. I need to make sure they’re ok.” Raph interrupted Donnie. Donnie just nodded his head, “I’ll come by and check on them in an hour or so. I’ll give them more medicine if they need it. Try to get some rest, Raph. They’ll be ok.” Raph nodded his head softly as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. As soon as the door closed, he slowly walked over to you.

He rubbed his hand over your hair and leaned his forehead against yours. “I swear you raise my blood pressure like no one else shorty.” He huffed out a small laugh from his nose. Raising his head, he looks over the bruises on your jaw and your black eye. He brushes his finger against your cheek, “I love you so much (N/N). When you wake up, I’ll make sure ya hear it straight fro’ me.”

He backed up against the wall next to the bed and slid down, propping up his knees and resting his arms against them. He looks at the wall in front of him and closes his eyes for a few minutes. He opens his eyes and looks to his right and notices your hand hanging over the bed and he softly grabs your warm hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. He thinks for a moment and leans forward to leave a small kiss to the back of your hand.

Moments after you grip his hand, and groan out a small “Raphael.” He was up in an instant and leaning in close to you. “(Y/N), god ya have no idea how happy I am to see yer beautiful eyes right now.” You grab his hand and smile softly as you guide it to cup your face. “Is this your bed?” you ask him. He nodded his head with slight confusion. “Then why are you not in it?” you said rub the outside of the hand on your cheek. He huffed a small laugh, “I ain’t want to make ya uncomfortable, baby.” You smiled a little more and gave a kiss to his hand. “You could never make me uncomfortable, Raphie. Come on. Lay down with me. Please.” Raph got up and laid down next to you. Quite stiffly you might add.

You turned around to face him. Why is he so stiff? You grabbed his arm and put it around your waist as you gingerly scooted closer to him. You snuggled yourself into his chest and placed a small kiss at the base of his neck. He gulped and felt himself warm up at the feeling. You looked up from your spot and met his eyes. “Thank you for getting me Raphael… I… I was so scared I’d never get to see you again. Never get to tell you how much I love you.” The breath he was holding escaped him in a small sigh. He looked down at your lips then back to your eyes. In the smallest voice he didn’t exactly think would come out of him, he said “I love ya more than anythin’ (N/N). Ain’t no one gonna hurt you like that again, angel.” You felt the tears burn your eyes. It was such an emotionally long day for you and you leaned in just enough to brush your lips against his and then pressed a firmer one against the corner of his lips. He wraps his arm tighter around you and pulls you into his chest. He smiles against your head as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

He knows now that this isn’t going to be just his room anymore. He couldn’t wait to see what you’ll add to his life as his s/o from now on.

Lmk what yall think!!

Requests are open!!

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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May i request rottmnt HC of little sister (platonic ofc) who's admiring and looking up to leo, she sometimes wants to gets his approval more then any of her brothers or dad, she wants to go on missions with him too, and get deeply hurt if he ever made fun of her or just was upset with her for something she done.

All in all, reader admiring leo is helping him emotionally feel he's more then just a " face man " or " jokster ".

AHWJUSHJWSH I love this so much genuinely- (I forgot this was supposed to be a sister HC so I wrote it as GN- I realized it was sister right after I finished writing it)

summary: Leo has a little shadow, and he doesn’t know how to handle it (sibling post to Little One and Bath Time, the Kraang is completely independent as it affecting reader will change depending on the need)

TW: burns, mentions of death and nightmares, it’s fluffy mostly, hurt/comfort

𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚 𝘎𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌

✭ he didn’t notice at first

✭ he genuinely thought he was just the closest one all those times you ran to him

✭ Leo thought that Raph was your favorite fearless hero. And it hurt

✭ it only occurred to him that wasn’t the case when you had your first nightmare

✭ you ran to his room, despite Raph being closer, hell Donnie was closer

✭ he was farthest from your room

✭ Leo woke up to quiet sniffles next to bed, he looked down and saw your orange fur and fallen ears. It took a second but he finally whispered out “ what’s wrong? “ you blinked at him with bleary tear filled eyes and started crying. He scooped you up and you cried into his shirt. You tail pushed against your side, he didn’t know how long you cried exactly. but your tiny frame eventually stopped shaking and you were fast asleep. laying back down he put you next to his side. He curled around you in a fetal position and wrapped his arms around you. The blanket covering the two of you as you slept. You both slept in really late, waking up at 10 AM. You mulled over your nightmare, it felt so real it was a dream where you were hero’s with your brothers…but you slipped while fighting a villain and you woke up before the villains weird pink thingy hit you. You ran to the strongest brother you know! Leo’s room was dark but that didn’t matter, he was asleep so you simply say next to his bed and tried to not to burst into tears, hugging your knees to your chest the moment you heard Leo’s voice you started crying. His voice was the last thing you heard in your dream. It terrified you to pieces that you died in your dream, Donnie once told you if you die ing a dream you die in real life..are you gonna die?! His hushed whispers brought you back to real time “ it’s okay batata “ he whispered while petting your head, eventually you couldn’t help going back to sleep, the warm feeling keeping you grounded and safe the whole time

✭ Leo never noticed how much to strive to please him

✭ but the way you always ask if we was watching before tricks

✭ the way you always ran to show him your high score on a game

✭ you wanted him to be proud of you

✭ and he was, he’s still so proud of you

✭ Leo hummed as he read, eventually putting down his comic and standing up. You haven’t come to him in a while, that was weird. Leo’s green hand moves his curtain as he came face to face with you, you did a small kick flip on the skateboard. A smile gracing your features, he cheered with Mikey. His eyes held a certain look, one he wished Splinter would send his way. Leon watched as you attempted a harder trick and winced when you squealed, your tail had gotten caught in the wheel again. he patted your head as Mikey worked to get it out, “ that was short lived “ you whimpered and pet your tail

✭ convincing him and Raph to let you on missions was so hard

✭ they both shot you down at the same time

✭ Mikey and Donnie never questioned you, only your ability to keep up

✭ Leo finally cracked and agreed you could come on one patrol and they’d see how you did

✭ Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph ran one minute you were behind them and the next you were ahead. you had figured out a way to use your tail to propel you, your clawed hands dragged across the rooftops as you leapt and caught yourself with your hands. Pausing your ears whipped and you turned, a loud ringing filled your ears “ hey do you guys hear that-? “ you turned and your brothers just stared at you “ no? “ Leo supplied “ its ringing, like a alarm “ Raph hummed as he cupped your ears “ it’s so loud- “ Mikey rubbed your back trying to comfort you as Donnie looked at his wrist- thing- you never really found out what it is. He blinked “ they’re right, a few blocks away there’s a reported break in at a museum “ your brothers blinked at you than at each other “ well let’s go then “ Raph announced getting up from his crouched position. The five of you ran across rooftops before eventually coming to the museum “ so what’s the game plan? “ Mikey looked over to his oldest brother and blinked, Raph hummed and started explaining. you ears lifted and you watched as one of the guys strayed away from the group, down a dark narrow hall… you looked back at them before launching yourself to the roof and through a open window in the glass roof. landing right on top of the guy, knocking him out “ oops- “ you muttered at the distressed sounds of your brothers. A few guys came down he hallway and you turned on your heels and ran eventually finding a room that you could slip into. It was hard hiding with your orange fur but you made it work. you heard a familiar sound of a portal opening up and sounds of battle. Poking your head out once they started calling your name you allowed the door to creak open. Raph was the first to spot you, he came rushing over and picked you up “ what were you thinking? “ he scolded. your ears fell a bit, used to his scolding, but what you weren’t expecting was finding a sour look on all of your brothers, even Mikey. You looked down and scampered back onto the roof from the open window. Bounding ahead a bit as you heard their hushed whispers. Coming onto a building you paused and looked at Leo his face holding anger laced in worry. You decided to just stare at the cracking green paint coating the buildings wall. “ you can’t just rush into battle. “ his eyes narrowed at you “ you aren’t stupid you knew that was dangerous “ Leo’s voice caused your heart to break a bit as you flattened your ears more, at this point they were flush with your head, they lifted a bit when you heard him sigh “ I think it was bad idea bringing you “ your eyes widened tears filling them, you glared and turned on your heels. you knew you were close to home. You smelt your father before you even saw the manhole cover, opening it you jumped down and padded down the familiar path, Leo was such a jerk sometimes

Leo didn’t know how to apologize and you were ignoring all of them, especially Leo though. You even ignored him when it was the designated “ Spa Day “. He fucked up, bad, he just couldn’t apologize to you. Approaching your room he sighed and opened the curtain, you weren’t there? okay- maybe in the living room? No..okay- don’t panic- Kitchen? No- you weren’t in any of their rooms. he paused while passing by the garage, you were hiding under the turtle tank your tail showing from it. You were sniffling and rubbing your eyes. He crouched down the words falling freely “ I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I was just so worried. I- I shouldn’t have said all that “ Leo reached out to touch you but you shuffled away “ I was so scared you got hurt- and after the Shredder…Y’know “ you traced the gash wound on your side before nodded “ I forgive you “ Leo smiled and held out his hand for you to come out of the tanks underneath. Slipping out in one fluid motion he snagged you and started tickling you. Your clawed hands pushed against his arms as your loud giggles filed the room “ how about you start coming with us on missions? but you gotta listen! “ you nodded enthusiastically “ I promise! “

✭ the Kraang had made everything really hard

✭ Leo was so focused on keeping everyone safe that he failed to realize you were still on the ship with him when he closed the portal

✭ you didn’t enter the prison dimension thank god, but you had burns that got rid of most your fur and decimated your right side

✭ the Kraang sister ripped off your right ear with her weird tentacle

✭ Raph noticed you falling and caught you before Mikey opened the portal

✭ you lended a hand in bringing Leo away, but the shards melting away your hands were dangerous and they stopped at your neck instead of just your forearm

✭ you wouldn’t trade your injuries for anything. sure you couldn’t use your hands for a while but you would get better

✭ Leo barely opened his eyes before looking down, there you and Mikey lay, a big pile of knotted limbs as you slept on the side of his bed. His breath hitched at your wrapped up face and shoulders, when had that happened? You woke up with a blink and looked at Leo with glassy eyes. Lurching forward you knocked Mikey off the bed as you went to hug him, your entire right side was wrapped up and you didn’t use your right leg that much in leading you. “ what happened to you batata? “ you leaned into him and smiled softly “ I didn’t get off the ship in time, but it doesn’t hurt anymore, and opening the portal took a lot out of me “ Leo looked so sad at the news, you were 11. you shouldn’t have been doing any of this, you hear Mikey sputter “ Leo woke up and you didn’t tell me?! “ you laughed lightly, your ear flicking. Leo hummed sadly, he did wish he took you off first. Mikey looked at you and with a scarred hand he patted the furry side of your face. A burn that had healed reached across your muzzle and it make Leo sick. He remembered your loud sobbing before he passed out, oh how loud you cried for your older brother. He wasn’t just the jokester, or the face man to you, he was your favorite. He may be 2nd place or even 3rd in his other brothers eyes. But he was always gold to you.

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chickenscript · 2 years

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Sandman (ROTTMNT Raph x Reader)

Anon: here is a cute request for you, ROTTMNT Raph x reader. they have an horrible nightmare and cant fall back asleep. like there is a sleepover at the lair and they go see raph for comfort. he would help them fall back asleep. i hope it is ok. thanks you and have a wonderful day.

A/N: this just sounded too adorable to pass up! And like a good way to get me back into the swing of writing for the turts (╯✧▽✧)��

I wasn't sure whether to make this a oneshot or headcanons, so I hope this format is okay!

PS, this is pre the events of the movie!

It was a great night before this.

The turtles had invited you over for a rad sleepover chock full of pizza, cheesy horror flicks and well, more pizza. It was all good fun that lasted far into the AM of the humid summer night, and a fantastic way to kick off your break from school with your best friends.

Well, it was anyway. The moment you'd fallen into a deep, pizza driven itis, a night terror crept right up into your dreams. The kind that made you cold sweat even though the lair had a decent cooling system going.

After you caught your breath and shook off the icy grip grappling your shoulders, you debated on what to do about the tingle of fear lingering in your stomach. Eventually, you decided on going up to the one turtle you could think of that would be able to help you feel better,

Raph.

You hated to pester him, especially seeing as he had to deal with so much in a day as the turtles' leader. It always sounded like exhausting work to you when he'd recant whatever they encountered or the bumps in the road they ran into during a mission.

You padded over to where he was situated and the big guy was all but dead to the world on a mound of pillows and mattresses that weren't big enough for him on their own. It's not surprising the last thing he was expecting was you prodding at his cheek.

He jolted awake- an immediate grumpy curl to his snout before he saw you standing there, his gaze making you feel like a little kid. His ready to chew out Leo for waking him up again face quickly switched into a warm smile as he asked you what was up.

Raph picked up right away that you were clearly very hesitant to say with the way you held the bend of your arm and weren't quite able to admit to him why you were here. Instead of pressing you further, he patted the spot next to him invitingly with a big hand.

While you did feel bad for waking him, you'd feel worse if you didn't accept the offer. So, you climbed onto the plush hill of bedding and got comfy next to him. Something that wasn't hard to do at all.

You heard him sigh deeply and he told you he remembered whenever he had a bad dream, his first instinct was to run to Master Splinter.

He'd tell Splinter all about the things that scared him from his nightmare and his dad would remind him every time that our dreams are just our worries in disguise, trying to hide the fact that they aren't as strong as the strength we have in ourselves.

And if something did come to pass, we are never alone to face it.

You thought the comforting words he imparted to you were very wise as you stared at Raph, whose features were thoughtfully creased. No doubt from reminiscing about those childhood moments that shone through all the rest.

The hulking turtle suddenly removed his gaze from the ceiling and looked at you, smiling again.

He told you that if there was ever a time you needed him like that, he'd be there. Especially a time like this.

Because even if the nightmares weren't real, it didn't make them any less scary to face all on your own.

The smile on your face from that made Raph's own widen and you reached forward to bear hug his arm that was easily almost as big as you.

You squeezed it, face smashed up against his massive bicep as you thanked him softly.

He blushed and looked away, scratching the side of his head as he launched into a stutter about how it was no problem.

You gently yawned, having not even realized how heavy your eyelids felt until now.

Apparently Raph hadn't noticed your fatigue either until he looked over at you again, caught up in some sentence that had to do with him knowing you'd do the same for him when it came to the nightmares, or anything else for that matter.

Instead of the rapt expression you had earlier after his story, you were out cold, koala strangling his arm like a body pillow.

It made Raph's face soften, still pink as yawned too, snaggle tooth and all. He took the initiative to settle down a second time for the night just like you had, resting his free arm across his plastron.

As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think this was a pretty nice way to fall back asleep.

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kurlyfrasier · 3 years

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Terrified: Part 4

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why.

Word Count: 1708

Warnings: None

I woke up later than intended- much later, as in waking in the afternoon later- red-eyed and weary from the tears shed the night before. I had decided, once I had calmed down enough to think beyond losing the boys- most especially Raph- that tonight would be my last movie night. At least, for a while. I also planned on telling them they need not walk me home after work. Granted, I had no idea how I planned on convincing them that they weren’t needed.

Maybe I could tell them I’m moving? Getting a new job?

I sighed, looking into the mirror. If tonight was going to be my last night seeing Ra- them, then I would make the most of it. I decided I would look my best, without looking desperate...hopefully. Sadly, this meant I did not get to start my new book since l only had about an hour until Mikey would be here to pick me up. Yet another reason to stop burdening the boys. Regretting the fact that I wouldn’t get to wear pajamas like I usually do on movie nights, I trudged to my closet.

A little over an hour later Mikey found me in the middle of brushing just a tad bit of make-up on; to cover up my red-rimmed eyes.

“Whoa angelcakes,” he drawled once I stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing my long, fitted sweater dress- because it gets cold in the lair- and warm leggings with comfortable Chuck Taylors.

See? Not desperate. Comfy.

“Raph is gonna lov-” He stopped himself short when I gave him a quizzical look. “I mean, you look hot, dudette. Got any plans tonight?” he wiggled, what one would call, his eyebrows, erupting a giggle out of me.

“Only to hang out with my besties, that’s all,” I shrugged, grabbing my phone, hoping he wouldn’t comment about my not-so-usual outfit once we got to the lair. I really did not want it made more obvious than it already is.

“Sounds like the best plan, but are you sure you don’t wanna bring pj’s for after?”

“I’m sure, Mikey,” I smiled reassuringly up at him as he plucked me up out of the window and onto the roof. “These are just as comfortable as pajamas, promise.”

“Okay then, let’s go,” he helped me onto his shell. “Can’t wait to beat you in a new racing game I got,” he hopped from roof to roof, holding me tight. I couldn’t help but compare his smaller, bulky size to Raph. I don’t think I would have been able to hold on to his shell quite as well.

“You’re on, man. But don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

He barked out a laugh and we stayed silent until we got to the man-hole cover.

“Hey, angelcakes,” Mikey started sheepishly when we got to the bottom of the ladder, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask…”

“Yeah?” I gave him an encouraging smile.

“Did somethin’ spook you last night?” He blurted out.

“No,” I furrowed my brows, confused about where this is coming from. Unless…

“Raph said you were running for your life after you got off the subway. I just wanted to make sure everything is okay.”

“Oh,” I tried thinking of an excuse, averting my gaze. “I just didn’t want to be a burden, is all.”

Not a complete lie.

“A burden?” He looked shocked as I turned toward their home and started walking that way, hoping to hide my despondency. “You’re not a burden, angelcakes! Besides, before that night in the alley, Raph was already-”

I stopped in my tracks as Mikey sauntered ahead.

“I mean, we like making sure you're okay. We don’t want a repeat of that night we first met,” he continued rambling, but I wasn’t listening. I wanted to know what he was gonna say about Raph. After a few steps he realized I wasn’t next to him anymore. “Come on, Y/n. Don’t want ya to get lost.”

I nodded, unwilling to ask my question as we continued our trek to the lair. I took a deep, calming breath to brace myself before entering the living room area where I knew Splinter, the wonderful father that he is, would be prepping for homemade pizza. Donnie had made an old brick oven not long ago and built it directly underneath a grate above that they only opened when baking pizza so the smoke would have an escape. I found it ingenious because now they could have pizza whenever they wanted. Which was always. A small smile formed at the thought.

Not five steps in and Raph blocked my path, arms crossed as he assessed me for injuries. I stared straight into his chest, unable to meet his all-seeing gaze. He would know something was wrong the moment we made eye contact, he always did.

“Bro, she’s fiiiine,” Mikey sang, lightly punching Raph’s shoulder as he walked by. “I would never let anything happen to her. She is my precious sister, after all.”

Raph ignored him, grunting in approval with a curt nod before walking away. Allowing me to breathe again, not realizing I had held my breath in the first place.

~~~~~~~~~~

Raph was anxious to see you. He had been attempting to work it off all day, to no avail. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, standing in front of him, looking small, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

He growled in frustration, clenching his hands into fists. If only he knew what had you so utterly shattered last night.

He needed to see you.

He needed to know you were safe.

Raph breathed out a sigh of relief when he heard you and Mikey coming, but stopped short when he saw what you were wearing. Vaguely, he wondered where you had come from to be looking so good. That red sweater stuck to your form as if it was painted on. It may have covered almost every inch of skin from your thighs up, but it hardly left room for the imagination. Thos leggings did the same.

Where were your baggy pj’s?

Robotically, he blocked your path to determine if you had been hurt. Really though, it was all a ruse. He just wanted to have a good look at you. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from holding you close. The fact that you wouldn’t meet his gaze had his blood running cold. You always at least gave him a tentative glance and a smile. Next to him, Mikey said something about you being his precious sister, but all he could think was that you were his precious everything. He didn’t even feel his brother’s light punch as he walked by.

He grunted as if saying “that’ll do” and walked away, wishing he knew what was wrong. Wishing he could make it all better.

“I’m gonna go help Donnie with something before we play, okay Mikey?” You spoke barely above a whisper before heading to Donnie’s lab.

The moment you were out of sight he rounded on Mikey. “So wha’ didya find out?” he growled in in his face.

“Nothin’, bro!” Mikey held his hands up in surrender, backing away. “She said something like not wanting to be a burden. I don’t know. She was kinda quiet though. I barely got her to smile.”

“But nothin’ ‘bout wha’ scared her?” he asked low, peeking around to make sure you hadn’t decided to come back.

“Nadda. Just said she didn’t wanna be a burden. I told her she’s not. That we like takin’ her home, but,” he paused when he noticed Raph shaking, stiff as a board. “Uh-oh…”

Raph stomped away toward Donnie’s lab, barely able to comprehend what Mikey was telling him.

You? A burden?

Never.

He planned on shaking you to your senses until he heard what you were saying to Donnie.

“...gonna take some self-defense classes so you guys don’t have to walk me home anymore. What do you think?”

Raph leaned against the wall, going to a whole new level of low with eavesdropping. He decided it was worth it if he could figure out what was wrong.

“We could teach you,” Donnie offered offhandedly. “Besides, we like taking you home. We can actually have a conversation as we protect you.”

“Nah, you guys are busy as it is,” you paused. “Plus, I don’t want to bother you guys even more.”

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” Something clattered, a sign that you have Donnie’s full attention. “You’re no bother. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened,” you sighed before continuing quietly. “I just- I might be getting another job-”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that, right?” Donnie chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Is this about last night? I heard you were running from something.”

“Ugh! I wanted to get home faster! That’s all,” you fumed, stomping a foot, demanding why the boys kept asking you about last night.

“We’re worried, Y/n,” Donnie stated calmly. “You spend a lot of time with us. That could make you a target. Especially if anyone figures out how much you mean to Ra- uh… us.”

“Fine,” you seethed. “I’ll stop hanging out with you guys, then. That way nobody will have to worry about my safety.”

Donnie’s call for you fell on deaf ears as Raph snuck into the darkened room across from the lab, your steps echoed down the hall. He sunk low in the shadows and held his head close to his knees, eyes shut tight in a sad attempt to keep the tears from flowing freely. He couldn’t breathe. His heart felt as though it were being shattered into a million pieces.

You were leaving? The thought ricocheted through his brain.

What had happened to bring this about? Everything was fine until last night.

Maybe someone got to you already? The thought had his blood boiling. Allowed him to breathe. He had a purpose; to find out what happened in the ten minutes you were on the subway. He was determined to keep you close. Keep you safe. No matter the cost. Even if he had to lock you in his room.

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Part 5

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Scars- Michelangelo

Michelangelo x reader

So my Leonardo fic got a huge response, and I’m hoping this gets the same! Enjoy!

Mikey got the call too late.

He’d heard his phone ring, but in a sleep drunken haze, he’d ignored it, trying to slip back into the dream of cuddling with Y/N. It was close to an hour later when he rolled out of bed and picked up his phone. Three calls, he had three calls from his sweet Y/N. It was going to be a good day if he got to start it by hearing her voice. He let them play as he dressed.

“Good morning Mikey!” She greeted with the cheeriness of a morning dove. “I know you’re probably still asleep, but I am just calling to let you know that I am on my way over.” Only she would call; she claimed she was too clumsy to walk and text. “I’ll see you soon love!”

The next one crushed the excitement that rose in him at the idea of seeing her. She sounded scared as she spoke.

“Mikey, please answer. I’m being followed. I...I don’t know who the guy is but he does not look like his is friendly.” She paused for a minute, the sounds of the city street coming through the phone. “I can’t tell if he is after me or if he is following me to find you guys, but I’m not going to let him find where you are. I’ll head for Broadway and Fifth. Mikey...please help me.” The message ended with that plea and with his heart cracking.

“I will, angel.” He muttered, shoving his nunchucks into their place on his belt. “I promise I’ll help you angel.” Then the third message began to play.

“Mikey!” His heart dropped. He’d never heard her sound so afraid, never heard her voice quaver like that. “Please answer Mikey! The guy, the guy has a gun...and oh gosh, Mikey he’s working with the Foot Clan!” Her voice dropped to a strained whisper. “I’m..I’m hiding in an alley Mikey...Help...please…” He could hear her take a shaky breath that almost matched his own before she had the best and worst thing he’d ever heard.

“Mikey, I don’t know what is going to happen in the next ten minutes, but I know that no matter what happens, you’ll find me. Whether it’s in this life or the next.”

“No.” He wanted to scream the words, but in his fear all he could do was whisper. “Don’t talk like that, don’t say that, please baby, I’m going to find you, just don’t talk like that. Don’t.”

“Oh no…” She whispered. “They now I’m here. Mikey, I’m going to run. I l-” The call didn’t end. He almost wished it had. Then he wouldn’t have heard her yell, heard the men laughing and the sounds of a struggle then the silence that followed. No. Not Y/N. Not his sweet, beautiful, angel. He...he couldn’t lose her. Not to the Foot Clan. He had to find her.

“Leo! Donnie! Raph! Help!” Mikey was screaming now.

***

Two days, Y/N had been missing two days before they had any leads. Even then, all they had was an anonymous tip left with the NYPD that Y/N was being held in a riverside building. And if the Foot soldiers that were crawling over the place were any indication, she was there. Mikey couldn’t wait, he had to get her. Who knew what had happened to her already?

“We need a plan.” Leo’s hand on Mikey’s shoulder was the only thing keeping him put to listen to the plan. Simple and easy multidirectional attack. It got him in quickly, got him to Y/N quickly to find her bound to a chair and covered in...No. Please don’t let that be her blood.

“Y/N!” He cut the ropes, catching her as she fell limply from the chair. The blood was sticky and warm under his touch, her breath barely there. He cradled her close, a cry escaping his lips as he caught sight of the source of the blood. A wound, slicing its way across her throat. Crap, crap, crap, oh crap.

“Y/N, angel cakes,” Mikey blinked back tears as he spoke. “Please wake up, let me see your beautiful eyes,” The only sign of life in her body as he stood was the slight rise and fall of her chest. “Come on baby girl, don’t leave me. I need you angel.” That was an understatement. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay? We’re gonna get you better, and when you are better, we’re gonna have that Marvel marathon, you’ve talked about. We’ll eat those pokibowels you love, and...and...I’ll make you a milkshake...and…” He ran as he spoke, tears rolling down his face. “We’ll snuggle…” He burst out of the building, drawing the attention of the police that were backing them up and loading up the Foot Soldiers. “Help! Please help her!”

The paramedics rushed over, a gurney between them. He didn’t want to let go of her even as they took her. He kept begging, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Save her, please, whatever it takes, save her. Don’t let her-” He couldn’t say it. He could say die. How could he? In less than two years, she’d become his everything. Y/N was the girl who could make everything better with just a smile, whose kisses made everyday the best day and whose music lulled him to sleep every night since she’d given him a CD of songs she wrote. She was his sun, moon, and stars.

“Mikey, she’s going to be...fine.” Leo’s words didn’t help as the ambulance doors shut. How could they when Mikey was covered in the blood of the girl he loved? He...he loved her. He loved her and he’d never told her. He’d done everything he could to show her, but he’d never actually said so. He was a terrible boyfriend. He hadn’t even picked up the phone when she called. He hadn’t-

“I...never told her…and it’s my fault. This is all my fault.” The last word came out as a sob.

“That’s bull-” Raph started but Mikey cut him off. He didn’t want to hear it. He wanted Y/N. Her touch, her voice telling him that it wasn’t true.

“I slept through her call! She called asking for help, for me to help her! And I ignored my phone because I wanted to sleep.” Mikey wiped angrily at the tears. “I am such an idiot!”

His brothers’ arguments fell on deaf ears. All that Mikey wanted was her. Wanted to hug her, kiss her, hear her voice, and to tell her how much he loved her.

***

The police called a few hours later, telling him that she pulled through and would be released soon. Y/N was okay, so why did Mikey feel so sick? Why didn’t he go see her? Everything in him sobbed for her so why couldn’t he get himself past his bedroom door for a solid week?

A knock pulled Mikey off of the bed he hadn’t slept in and to the door. Opening it, he almost began crying again, this time from happiness.

“Y/N!” He pulled her into a hug before she could say a word, breathing in the scent of sweet peas that always hung around her. Hiding his face in her hair, he squeezed his eyes shut against the tears as she pressed a kiss to his neck, the only spot she could reach. Mikey wanted to kiss her deep and long, but what if he hurt her? It was his fault she had gotten hurt in the first place, his fault that she had a bandage wrapped around her throat, and he didn’t want it to happen again.

“Mikey, love, what’s wrong?” She always knew when something was wrong. He never had to say a thing. He needed to say it though, no matter how scared he was of her leaving him when she knew the truth. When she knew it was his fault.

“I missed you angel…” He muttered into her hair. “I...I am so so sorry…I never meant to ignore your calls. I didn’t mean to oversleep. I never meant for you to get hurt because of it. You almost died and...it was all my fault…”

“Mikey.” Her tone was scolding as she pulled away, but her gaze was as gentle as her touch as she cupped his face gently, wiping away the tears he couldn’t hold back. He leaned into her touch, trying to keep his eyes off of the bandage. How could she be so kind?

“Nothing that happened was your fault.” She whispered. “It wasn’t your fault and never will be. The only ones at fault here are the Foot Clan, and from what I hear, you’ve already whipped them.” She kissed his snout gently, popping up on her tiptoes as she did so. “It’s their fault. You found me just like I knew you always will and you saved me, Mikey.” He leaned into her touch for a moment before turning his head and kissing the palm of her hand. She was so amazing…

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered, pulling her closer. Not that she could get much closer to begin with. “I love you so much and I should have told you before all of this. But I promise I’ll never miss another chance to say it.”

She smiled, something lit up in her E/C eyes as she spoke. “I love you too Mikey.” It felt so good to hear her say those words. So sweet, so amazing. Just like the coconut flavored kiss he captured.

“I love you.” He muttered, guiding her into his room without releasing his hold on her. She kicked the door shut behind them.

“Silly Mikey.” She muttered before he claimed her lips again.

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sylvain-writes · 4 years

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Scarlet Letters (TMNT Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 8/8: Bitter and Sweet

Rated M (Mature)

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ao3)

Since passing out in the Turtle Van, you’re not sure how much time has passed. You regained consciousness several times to the excitement of blue eyes and brown, but it feels like forever since you’ve seen Raphael.

In the space between asleep and awake, memories fuel your concern. You remember being taken, finding Leo, your escape through the temple. You remember Michelangelo stealing you away and Raphael disappearing into the madness. When you wake in the lair this time, it’s with a strangled cry.

Mikey looks up from the table, startled by your shout. You stare at him for a moment to catch your breath, but he doesn’t stare back at you. His gaze is affixed to a point above. Turning your head, you follow. You don’t realize you’re lying with your head in Raphael’s lap until you’re looking up at him.

In periphery to your vision, there’s movement. Donatello has entered the room. He and Mikey discuss something amongst themselves. But Raphael’s hand alights to your head and you sigh. He brushes his fingers over your hairline and you can’t focus on anything but the relief of having him close.

“Ya guys can beat it,” Raphael grunts. Though he shoos his brothers away, his sights are set on you. There’s no anger in his voice or his eyes. “I got it from here.”

“Right,” Donnie says shortly. Then, dutifully, he reminds his brother of your care. “Poultice, tea, anti-inflammatories-”

“I said, I got it,” Raphael raises his voice at that, but only enough to get his point across. “Now, the two o’ you, get the shell outta here.”

After a bit of commotion, and what sounds like the a fight over who can leave the room more quickly, you and Raphael are alone.

His thumb brushes over a lump on your forehead and though his touch is a comfort, you wince. “How do you guys go through this every night?”

Raph frowns. He’s apologetic, guilty, when he admits, “It ain’t always like that.” Your stomach drops when he looks away from you, even though his eyes only leave you for a second. There’s pain in his expression as he asks, “Where does it hurt?”

“Hmph.” The effort it takes for you to lift your arm is substantial, but you manage to gesture a wave over your body as you lay. “Everywhere.”

“There’s Tylenol on the tray,” he explains, but he’s already reaching for the water glass and pills.

You have to roll onto your side to take them and find that although the position makes it impossible to look up at Raphael, you’re more comfortable. The fabric of Raphael’s sweatpants is well worn. His muscles under your cheek have just enough give. You snuggle in. And when Raphael’s heavy hand comes to rest on your side, you settle. “Is this alright?”

“I don’t gotta be anywhere but here,” Raph drawls. The lazy lines he draws over the crown of your head tingle down your spine. You’d like to stay awake, but the safety of Raphael’s presence eases you to sleep.

⁂

When you wake in the lair again, you think a few hours have passed. Maybe a day. Muffled voices rise and fall in the next room. Curious, restless, you move to sit.

As before, Mikey is hovering nearby, waiting to announce your every movement like it’s his job. You think, Maybe it is.

“Dude,” Donatello chides. “Space.” The bespectacled turtle adjusts his glasses as he muddles herbs in a small stone bowl. “Sorry,” he apologizes to you, but you shrug it off.

“It’s fine,” you croak through your dry throat.

“But you’re up! You OK?” At Donnie’s direction, Mikey’s taken a step back from the couch. Even so, he greets you with enthusiasm.

You shake your head, unsure. “Almost. Can I get a little help?”

Without missing a beat in his work, Donatello kicks his younger brother - a quick strike of his heel to the back of Mikey’s knee. Mikey’s stance falters, for just a second, before he whips his head around to scowl. Donatello jerks his chin toward a tunnel in a silent reminder.

“Oh! I should tell Raph you’re up.” Mikey takes care in helping you to your feet, though he still jostles your shoulder more than you would have preferred.

“I think I can manage that myself,” you say, but Mikey remains at your side until you both feel like you’re steady. The voices in the next room get louder, then hush. “Just follow the arguing, right?”

Mikey looks from Donatello to you with a hint of amusement. “You really do know Raph.”

You choose to ignore the wisecrack to make your way down the tunnel. It’s slow going, but soon you’re leaning against the wall at an entrance to a large room. Judging by the mats, the training equipment, and the walls of weapons, you can tell you’ve stumbled upon the dojo.

In front of a small altar of incense and candles, the brothers engage in a heated discussion.

“You can’t keep going out there alone.” There’s an edge to the blue-banded turtle’s order, and an even sharper one to the reply.

“I ain’t waiting for them to come back, Leo.”

Your cheeks burn as you watch the brothers square off against each other. This isn’t what you want for them.

“It’s done, man. They’re gone.”

“You can’t say that for sure.” Raphael paces as he seethes. “Ya don’t know. What they did to ya, what they did to…”

Exhaustion heavy in his voice, Leonardo insists, “You heard Donatello. All that’s over.”

Raphael’s large knuckles are white in his fists, but he keeps them at his sides. “I gotta be sure, Leo. Every last one of ‘em’s gotta pay for what they did.”

The eldest draws out his sigh. “We gotta be smart about this-”

“Oh, and I’m not smart? I’m just the big, dumb idiot, right? Got all of us into this shit, so it’s frickin’ unfathomable that I could get us out. Right?”

“Raph-” Leo starts in, but you’ve seen enough.

“I thought you two were supposed to be making amends or something.” Although you stand at the entrance, you’re sure they can hear your voice waver as it carries across the room.

“We were just clearin’ the air,” Raphael grumbles. But the expressions he and Leo wear assure you nothing has been resolved.

Waving his hands in the air, Leo tosses in the towel. He doesn’t acknowledge Raphael with a ‘goodbye’ or a ‘good luck’ when he leaves him. He passes you, however, on his way out; and with a nod as he goes, he says, “Glad you’re up.”

You give him a nod in return. There are things you need to say to him, to all of the guys, but Raphael comes first. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah,” Raphael answers, and you’d think he was just given devastating news. “We should talk.” He gestures down the tunnel with a sweep of his hand. “My room’s down there. It’s private. I’ll, uh, be there in a minute.”

You hesitate at the edge of the mat long enough to see Raphael isn’t hanging back to alleviate his frustrations by punching dummies or throwing shuriken at targets. His slow steps take him to the altar, where he lights a new stick of incense. He touches a folded pile of cloth and bows. You know the significance of this spot. A memorial for their father. When Raphael’s knees touch the ground, you turn away. He deserves the quiet moment to himself.

In the tunnel, Mikey’s waiting to lead you to the door across from his quarters. But even if he hadn’t pointed out which room was Raphael’s, you think you could have figured it out. The mismatched drum kit. The knit bedspread. The band posters on the wall, curling at the corners. The desk, covered in comics and cds. Even the melancholy tune playing from the boombox at the head of the bed. It all just kinda fits him – the guy who’s half in his head, half in his fists. The guy who has so much heart that sometimes he can’t contain it.

Raphael’s footsteps are heavy. You’d recognize his approach even among his similarly built brothers. Mikey’s presence has been a comfort, but with the way your heart clenches at the sight of Raphael, the youngest turtle’s company can’t compare.

Raphael mumbles for the young turtle to scram as he shuffles in. The tray of medicines is full but small in his hands. You hug yourself as you survey the blend of treatments from the East and West. It’s an impressive array. Their father taught them well, you think; he would be proud.

You start to say as much before stopping. It’s not your place. Even though it feels like you’ve known Raphael much longer than a few days, you don’t know enough about his relationship with his father to make that kind of statement.

Taking care to balance the tray upon the mattress, Raphael kneels in front of where you’re seated at his desk. Your lungs ache with the strain of a forgotten breath.

Unable to hold himself back, Raphael reaches out for you. His strong hands are warm when they find your shins. Perhaps they picked up the heat by coincidence while he prepared the pot of tea. But, maybe, he had warmed them on purpose.

His hands slide up to the bend of your knees until they come to rest upon the sides of your thighs and you shiver. His grip on you tightens as he looks you over, assessing the worst of your injuries. The way his eyes are trained on your face, then your arms, you can tell he deliberately avoids your shoulder.

His eyes lock on the gash over your left eye. He sniffs shortly before taking a small square of gauze off the tray. It’s astringent smell reminds you of the night you were taken away.

You flinch and he freezes and you both whisper, “Sorry,” on an exhale.

In his eyes you see he doesn’t quite understand why the smell of alcohol would set your heart racing and your throat tight, but you’d rather let the moment pass than explain it to him. He’s only trying to help, you remind yourself. This is Raphael; you’re safe with Raphael.

When you’re ready, you nod for him to continue. You drop your gaze from the sad confusion in his stare and focus on the stitches in his lip, instead. They’ll be ready to come out any day.

Raphael brings the gauze up to the wound above your eye slowly, tentatively. “Did Donatello have a look at ya?” he asks, as if to fill the silence.

You wonder if this is what he’s like - if he’s usually one to fill silences with questions to which he already knows the answer. But when you have a closer look at him, you notice the deep crease of his brow and the tight hunch of his shoulders. Maybe it’s common for him or maybe it isn’t, but you realize he needs the silence filled. At least, for now.

With a hand over his wrist, you assure him, “He’s seen me.”

At that, Raphael expels a long stream of air. When he inhales again it’s like he’s been waiting for assurance of your safety before allowing himself to breathe. His split lip relaxed with his sigh and you wonder how his other wounds are faring. He heals so quickly, it’s hard to tell by sight alone.

“Have I been down here long?” you ask, your thoughts returning to his stitches.

“It’s Thursday,” he says. But that’s all he gives you before shifting the conversation. “I been makin’ that soup ya like.” He gives your forehead a final dab of antiseptic before bringing his hands to his lap. “Ya ain’t eat nothin’, though. When ya’d wake up, it wasn’t for long.” Raphael mentions the soup like he’s disappointed in himself. Like the soup was a cure all that had failed you, like somehow he had failed you.

You lay a hand on your stomach, but you think the empty feeling there has less to do with a lack of food and more with the hollow tone in Raphael’s voice. “Maybe later.”

Raphael nods, his head hanging low even as he reaches for the old teapot.

Raphael pours tea like he’s done so many times in ceremony with his brothers. He won’t hand it over until it’s perfect. He adds a bit of honey and a leaf of mint. He takes a sip, then cools the drink with a gentle blow. Finally, he offers the cup to you.

“Oh.” As the cup passes into your hands, he tries to pull back. He apologizes, as if he’s just remembered something important. But you don’t let him backtrack; you don’t let him feel badly for testing the temperature and bitterness of the tea he’s prepared. You accept the drink without hesitation.

With a flush to his cheeks, Raphael busies himself with the work of crumbling herbs into a bowl of water. But there are hidden glances. He’s waiting for you to have a taste. He seems to hold his breath as you bring the cup to your lips.

You take it in sips as he soaks a cloth in the small basin. The drink is almost too sweet, but there’s an oddly familiar scent carried on its steam. The tea tastes the way your scented candle had smelled and you wonder if this is medicinal or if it’s just what Raphael thinks you like. Eventually, you’re hit with the aftertaste of herbs so bitter they just about numb your tongue and you think, perhaps the tea is both.

You let Raphael cleanse your wounds with the cloth he’s soaked and then apply fresh salve with a soft brush. He starts with your eye and foregoes your shoulder, and there’s no doubt now that he’s avoiding that wound for a reason.

The salve stings at first, but Raphael cradles your face in his hands and blows a cool stream of air over the gash. The breeze cuts through the pain until the medicine soothes.

“You’re warm,” Raphael murmurs, his thumbs rubbing along the line of your jaw as he adjusts his position in front of you. “You sure that’s normal?”

Raphael’s hands on your cheeks are cool now, but any hint of fever you had is long gone. You hum your contentment and lift your uninjured arm. Raphael makes a small sound of concern at the movement. Despite the way it twists your heart to have him ignore your shoulder, the delicacy of the little pop in his throat is such a contrast to his bulk that it almost brings a smile to your face.

“I’m not gonna break,” you say to quell his fear. And you bring your hand down upon Raphael’s head. For a guy who once said he was no one’s pet, he responds to physical comfort with the greed of someone who is constantly denied what they crave. He melts under your touch. You rake your nails over Raphael’s scalp and he bows his head. He allows your touch, uninterrupted for a minute, before he remembers the bowl in his hands and regains his composure.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, not really meeting your gaze as he swirls the brush through the medicine and passes it over your forehead again.

“Yes,” you respond with a soft smile. Your fingers continue their exploration, now trailing around Raphael’s ear with short pets and long caresses.

When Raphael stills, his attention has finally fallen to your shoulder. His speech starts and stops and you see that only by not acknowledging it was Raphael able to hold himself together this long. “I… I gotta put this on the… On your…”

“It’s OK,” you assure him, exposing the old and recent wound.

When Raphael sees it, his nostrils flare and his eyes take on a sheen of regret. You quickly cover your shoulder again, if only to save him from the sight for a minute. “I didn’t want this for ya,” he says, quavering.

“It wasn’t you.” Your voice breaks and you wish you could rewind. You wish you could steel yourself and try again.

The tremor in Raphael’s hands reminds you of your first meeting. It’s enough that you take the bowl of salve from him before he drops it. You bring his hands to your lap and tell him, this time slower, stronger. “It wasn’t you.”

Raphael shakes his head as he stands, and for a fleeting moment you think he’s going to leave the room. That’s still your fear, you realize. That he’ll leave; that he’ll be gone. That you’ll be strangers before you can be more. But he only goes as far as his bed, to sit upon the edge and bury his face in his hands.

“It was my fault. It was my sai. If I hadn’t gone topside that night… If Leo hadn’t followed… If I hadn’t let myself get distracted and taken that fall…”

You stand to face him. “Then we wouldn’t have met.”

The song playing in the background changes and Raphael sags under the weight of foreign lyrics you don’t understand.

“I ain’t supposed to get a happy ending.” His eyes lift toward a movie poster you hadn’t noticed before. You should have known he was a romantic at heart. A part of you did, you suppose.

With a hand on his cheek, you bring his attention back to you. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”

With a shake of his head, he drops his gaze to the hand that hangs at your side. He takes it up and begins the careful work of picking glass and gravel from your palm. With a click of his tongue he sneers; it’s a self-deprecating sound. “This is just the way it is.”

His fingers pluck at your skin like he’s done this before. For you. You wonder how many hours he’s sat with your hands in his, picking glass out of your wounds so they could close.

You lay your other hand atop of his in a request for his undivided attention. “I don’t know anything about happily ever after, but I’m not going to let you end something between us that hasn’t even started.“

"Please.” When he looks up again, he isn’t trying to hide the trembling in his lip. His eyes glisten as he begs for you to let him win this argument. “Being with me puts you in danger.”

You draw back your shirt collar, exposing your shoulder once again. “I’ve been in danger since long before I met you.”

His hand comes up, covering the wound like his touch can heal. You wish it could. A part of you believes it does. The hardness of your heart has softened; he’s someone you want to let in. You won’t let him push you away so easily.

“I wanna keep ya safe,” he says. “I need ya safe.” There’s a pause as his breath catches in his throat. “When I saw you in the temple…” His voice cracks, but he forces himself to go on. “When I saw what they’d done… I had almost lost ya and I didn’t even know.”

“It’s Ok."

Raphael’s hands and voice are shaking so much he can’t continue. He turns away, hanging his head. His hands curl into fists against his temples.

Standing in front of him, you lay a hand upon his arm. You smooth your fingertips down to his wrist. You massage deep circles into the pressure point below his thumb. His fists are massive and his muscles are hard, but your persistent touch coaxes the tension from his fingers.

Raphael lets out a halting breath. As he struggles to find his center, his hands reach out for you. They only go as far as the hem of your shirt, where he tugs at a split seam and frowns. Though the pain in your shoulder screams for you to keep still, you cradle Raphael’s face in both of your hands.

“Look at me,” you whisper, but your request is firm. Then, you wait. You wait for his eyes to meet yours. You wait for him to really look. You’ve known him just a few days and already you can’t imagine a life where you don’t get to look at him looking at you.

“Ya shouldn’t hang around me,” he says, emboldened by the distraction of keeping his hands busy. His voice quiets as he goes on, until it’s barely enough to reach your ears. “I’m no good for ya. Dis ain’t the life I’d want for… for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” You watch the flash of recognition in his eyes when he realizes you know what he’s trying to say even when he can’t find the words, that you hear him even in his pauses. You bring your heads together and time seems to stand still.

With your mouths already close enough that you’re exchanging air, all it takes is the lift of your chin to bring your lips to his.

The first kiss is a test, a taste, a surrender to the temptation that’s been building between you for longer than you’ll admit even to yourself. Your lips meet and strong hands slide around you, pulling you in. He tastes like the tea you shared. Like mint and lemon. Like bitter herbs and too much honey. He pulls you in by your sides until you’re standing flush against the edge of the bed between his knees.

Raphael gasps. His breath warms your skin in puffs of air as your hands roam his plastron. His grip on you tenses, as if startled, before relaxing to explore you as well.

He kisses the less severe of your wounds. Your forehead, your temples, the bruises on your jaw. There’s reverence in his touch. Devotion on his lips. His mouth reaches the dark veins along your collarbone, the buttons securing the top of your shirt, and then he stops. His breathing stutters and his hands falter before he buries his face into your neck. He holds your body tightly against his chest in the pause.

"You Ok?" Your fingers twirl the tails of his bandana. But when he doesn’t answer, you use them to tip his head back to look into his eyes.

“I ain’t never-” He blinks up at you, leaning into your caress. “I ain’t done this with anyone.” He’s covered in cuts and bruises of his own. There are dark stains on his bandana that you’re sure are blood. But you bring his face up and press your lips to his. After a stunned moment, he kisses back.

Though it scares you, Raphael’s confession spurs one of your own. "I’ve never been with anyone who makes me feel the things you do…"

Raphael must catch the change in your breathing, the quickening of your pulse. But still, he worries. “I can understand if ya don’t want this…” he says. “If ya don’t want me. I know I’m not the-” Raphael’s words stop abruptly as you cover his mouth with yours. The swiftness of your kiss, the urgency, catches him off guard. He releases a guttural moan against your lips and you immediately pull away.

“Is it your stitches?” you ask, cradling his face in your hands. “Did I-” but before you can voice any more concern, he draws you back to him.

His thumbs trace the line of your jaw as his lips find yours for another kiss. He kisses you like he needs this as desperately as he needs to breathe. He can’t get you close enough. He pants into the crook of your shoulder as he breathes you in. “No. No, I want… I want this. I want you.” Then, he’s the one holding you steady to look into your eyes. “Do you?”

Your hands work the knot of his bandana as you hold his gaze. You give a short nod before slowly lifting the mask from his face and tossing it aside. You lean in and speak your answer upon the corner of his mouth, “I want you.”

He picks you up under your thighs without breaking your kiss and lifts you onto the bed. When he lies back against the pillows, he brings you with him. Your bodies find each other easily, aligning side-by-side as if practiced, as if you were made to fit tucked into his embrace.

When he touches you, it’s tender, tentative. He knows his own strength and he’s more cautious than he needs to be. But he takes direction well and he’s eager to please.

His attention to detail is like worship. The way he says your name is like a prayer. The way he begs more, please, don’t stop sets your blood aflame.

He revels in the flush of your skin, in the heat of your arousal. He craves it. Can’t get enough with his hands, with his mouth. The desperate noises you make as he brings you to the edge leave him wide-eyed and yearning.

When you lay your hands on him, he rises into your touch. When your nails draw patterns up the insides of his thighs, he trembles. The sounds he makes are sinful. You want to taste them on your tongue, swallow them in a kiss. His body’s responses to you drive your hunger for more.

"Ya gettin’ t’ me with those little moans, Killa." Raphael’s hands slide carefully around your shoulders to your neck, tipping your head back with gentle encouragement. The press of his kisses warm your forehead. His lips linger. His breath comes heavily through his nose.

Your break that kiss to leave a trail of them down his plastron to his thighs.

You bring him off with your mouth as his hips thrust and stutter. His hand kneads your hip in time with your movements, guiding you to speed up, hinting at how close he is. He cries out as he finds release.

Raphael’s knuckles caress your face as you lay beside him. At some point the two of you managed to sneak under the sheets. Now you’re enjoying the company of his silence. When Raphael’s focus lingers too long on your shoulder, you hold his hand still and his attention shifts to your eyes.

“How do ya do that?” He whispers into the slip of space between you. "How do ya touch me like this and say things like… and expect me not to-”

“Not to what?” Your fingers trip mindlessly over the curve of his shell.

His eyes flutter closed at the sensation. “Not to ask ya to stay?”

“I never said I wanted to go."

You draw yourself into him before broaching up the subject that plagues each of your minds. "Did you guys find out anything? About the antidote… about me… why they took me…”

Raphael holds you to his chest, protectively, possessively. “You don’t gotta worry ‘bout none o’ that.”

With his hand cupping your face you know he can feel it when your jaw starts to tremble. “No, no, no. Hey. Ya safe here. Ya safe wit’ me.” His forehead is solid against yours. “Nobody’s gonna touch ya. I won’t let 'em.”

A voice from the doorway cuts through Raphael’s murmuring and sends a shock through both of you. “It’s unlikely they’ll be after more of your blood, anyway.” Donatello presses forward, entering the room without invitation and speaking a mile a minute. You and Raphael blink at his intrusion with disbelief. “The sample they have in their possession is sufficient. It’s highly probably they’ve distilled and manufactured, er, synthesized rather, enough antidote to serve their purposes and then some. You see, the poison deposited in the wound you acquired as a child-”

Raphael twists toward his brother with a snarl. “Donnie, just how long 'ave you been over there?”

Donatello makes a small sound of thought before he responds. “I did happen to arrive a few minutes prior to making my presence known. And perhaps a moment sooner than you would have preferred company. But by my calculations, I waited ample time for post-coital canoodling and arrived well within your refractory period in order to-”

“Refractory?"

Donatello raises his hand and voice to enlighten his older brother about the male orgasm. To which Raphael responds by flipping him off, with gusto.

“Factor this.”

After a bit of colorful persuasion on Raphael’s part, Donatello makes his way out of the room. Your fingers, conversely, make their way up the scutes of Raphael’s shell.

Raphael mumbles something under his breath as he slides his knee between yours.

"What’s that?”

He kisses you without urgency. Your heart swells with the implication of his patience. “I still gotta treat your shoulder.”

You give your consent against his lips. You smooth your palms over the bumps of his shell. “Later.”

He hums into your kiss, churrs under your touch, and holds you like he’ll never let you go.

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So, this may not be the final chapter. I'm not thrilled with how it turned out. We'll see. Thank you all so much for reading. I hope you've enjoyed it.

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My ROOf!

Leonardo x reader

from this prompt

I couldn’t hold back and just HAD to write ”☕️” with Leonardo!

The turtles were patrolling like any other night. Unconsciously, the boys stayed a little too long a certain building, it might have been the perfect view from it, where they could see the horizon of the city or it was the sickly sweet smell of pastries. Donuts, cake and muffins.

Unfortunately, their too long stake on the building cost them a very classic ambush. The boys fought hard against the hoard of foot soldiers who found them distracted. But because of the sheer number of them it caused a few slips. Example? Mikey, feeling so sure of himself, that two-foot soldiers crept upon him and the first punched him upwards while the second slammed him downwards onto the building.

However, this particular building of sweet treats was a family heirloom. So the building was very old and the last time it had seen renovations was probably when your grandmother had married your grandfather and begged him to clean the place up!

Mikey was about 200 pounds at least! And well, the roof had never felt a 200-pound weight turtle being slammed into it at 25 mph. The roof couldn't hold and swallowed him up, Mikey disappeared into the building. The foot soldiers froze and so did the other brothers, there wasn’t much time until they were caught. Thankfully Leo reacted fast enough and fought the frozen soldiers off and his two other brothers joined in, following after his reaction.

You were in front of the shop, closing up and cleaning the pastry display. When all of a sudden you heard a huge crack, a bump, and multiple clashes, as well as few shattering glasses. You jumped up like a cat, sure, you knew how to deal with a cranky or violent customer, but if this was a robber, you didn't have a clue! Picking up a broom, in a last attempt to defend yourself and your shop. You crept into the back to find a giant hole in your roof, and turtle-no, man? On your floor. Whatever it was, it was huge and knocked tf out.

The first thing that actually registered in your mind was though…

”my roof?” You stared absently and in frozen horror at the hole in your bakery’s roof. You didn't even register the 3 other turtle men trying to wake up the one responsible for...

”MY ROOF!”

Now in complete honesty, Leonardo hadn't expected for you to care all that much about your roof when there were 4 mutants were in your shop. But he wasn’t all that surprised either, there was a giant hole in your roof because of Micky. Now what had truly confused him was the broom you used to wack each of the turtles on their shells. ”H-HEY! You're not taking him anywhere! He's responsible for my roof! He's gonna have to p-pay for the damages!!”

Before Leo could give the say so, Raph took the lead and just when you were going to hit the biggest of the turtles a second time, he whirled around and caught it in his three-fingered hand. This grabbed and threw all your confidence on the floor.. And then stepped on it until it cracked and broke. and possibly ran to a corner to cry...

”We ain't gonna pay for anything ’cause we can’t. So unless you like looking at a group of freaks all night, move aside and keep quiet.” he grabbed your broom and threw it aside. You swallowed the thick lump that formed in your throat. Stepping forwarding even though your last attempt was futile, you tried again. ”but, my roof.”

You once again stepped forward, eyes wide in fear, watery because you tried to fight back tears. It was hard being an owner to an indie bakery in New York City and was a curse in the summer. Cafe tourists only come around to a shop like yours in the fall and winter. And your savings we're coming to an end. You couldn't afford to fix this roof!

It might have been the please in your voice, the hopelessness in your eyes. Or just the plain guilt of his little brother breaking your roof. (it was your pretty face and sweet voice though).

”Miss was very sorry, my brother-we don't mean to be harsh, it's just that we can't really pay for these damages,'' he patted your shoulder, trying desperately to calm you down. ”wait! Please, I'm sure we can work something out!” you called out desperately. Donnie picking up on the potential storyline, and stepped in, ”we could work on the roof at night, instead of paying for it.”

You gulped, glowing at the request, ”if you really could, I'd appreciate it greatly!” you said, even though in theory, they should be doing it.

And surprisingly, Donnie was very good at rebuilding.

That was about a month ago, and every time the turtles would stop by to work on the roof at ungodly hours, you always had a fresh treat for them. They appreciated it and so did Leo!

He enjoyed your sweet and calm demeanor. You always tried to help and sent them home with sweet treats every time. Feeling bad for making them work on your roof even though it was their fault initially. Once they finished the roof you and Leo kept in touch, it sure came in handy!

However, there was one good thing about you having your own shop. On Sunday's you usually came to the shop, even though it was closed, you came in to work on new recipes and check if all supplies were in stock. That’s when Leo would try to drop by, seeing as your back door has no camera’s he could just knock and you’d sit him down for a talk, tea and scones.

However today was different, this Sunday he wanted to finally come clean. He wanted to confess that he’d grown attached to you. But when he dropped down in front of the door, it was ajar. That was strange, you always locked it, instincts kicking in; he strode in. The sight of you cornered in the backroom while low life purple dragons threaten you for money, while you tried to negotiate with them was truly maddening. All he wanted to see was red!

He stepped in and your whole face lit up, you knew you were safe now. No way these purple dragons were going to be let off the hook. He stepped out into the light and the older boys of the group growled. Apparently they knew your leader in blue. “I think it would be in your best interest to leave this young lady alone, and never come back.”

You smiled harder at his protective nature. One of the older looking dragons step forward, spitting on the floor next to Leo, “Hey! I just mopped”. Before the man could reply a snarky comment, Leo punched him in the stomach, grabbed his arm with his left and the man's shoulder with the right. Flipping the man and sending him flying, thankfully only knocking over a few chairs and knocking the man unconscious indefinitely. You let the breath you were holding go, Leo turned around and smiled sheepishly, you never really did well with violence. It frightened you, honestly.

You gasped as another dragon lunged at a distracted Leo and you felt your heart drop in your stomach. Thankful for his ninja fast reflexes, the knife wielding fist of the man and twisted all the way back until the he yelped in pain. Afterwards he roundhouse kicked another that had stepped forward to assist his fellow dragon. You ran out of your corner to quickly pick up the cake stand holding your newest creation as a fourth dragon was flown in to the said table. He quickly got up and yelled a war cry as he gave Leo a second go.

“WATCH THE GLASS PLEASE!” You called out to Leo. Catching a vase that was just about to fall because of another purple dragon hit the table the vase was perched on. Placing the glass cake stand on another table, which seemed in a safer spot than it was before. Putting the vase behind the counter and almost flying across the bakery to save another centerpiece you hadn’t put away yet.

You were amazed at Leo’s mere strength and his careful fighting, the way his muscles bulged. His rock hard calves- The tip jar! You almost fell as you slid across back to the counter to grab the jar. Breathing in relief you turned to look at Leo. You grinned at your turtle friend, he was very close to you. And tonight was proof that you meant a lot to him too.

Leo waited for you in the alley as you called the police. They interrogated you and asked you about the vigilante, and you simply said all you saw was blue, as you were too frightened and hid under the counter. After about 4 hours and the night held up to some ungodly hour you began cleaning up the shop once the police left. So exhausted you forgot to look for Leo after the police left, however he walked in to you putting the chairs up and helped. What a sweetheart.

“Oh, Leo, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot to go get you” he waved you off. “It’s alright, you seemed very occupied”, you smiled at him once all the chairs were up and went to the set up table, and set up a box of treats for him, and a few for yourself. “Come on, why don’t you and me go to my place. I’ll treat you to some tea!”

He tried to politely decline, saying he would be imposing after such a night. “Don’t be silly Leo! Come, I already cleaned all the tea machines, but I have one at home. I’m inviting you, so don’t decline my kind offer!” You chuckled knowing he’d have to cave after that response.

As you drove home and he followed you on the roof tops, he wondered when would he ever tell you? He watches as you walked into your apartment and fiddled with the keys. You tidied up the house and walked towards your fire escape and opened it up, peeking your head out to look for Leonardo. You almost screamed as he jumped down on the fire escape. Moving aside with a smile, “welcome to my humble abode!” Letting him look around and inspect your living room. After he walked in, you closed the window and slid the blinds closed, in case anyone looked through your window.

He loved your tiny home, with all the pretty decorations and doll like touches. It was homey, made him feel warm and he loved it. “Come sit at the table, I’ll get the tea ready! What would you like?” He was looking at the centerpiece on your table, peeking into his treat box when he replied, “anything’s fine, really”. You rolled your eyes, knowing he didn’t really mean that. He was just too polite to ask for anything else. So use to your shop that he went back to square one because of the whole new environment.

You brewed up some water, taking out some sleeping herbs to mix into some jasmine tea. You were gonna need it after the long night you had. “Well the water is brewing, want to play some cards? Or look through my books?”

Leo has a knack for looking through the books you collected for the bakery or borrowing the ones you had on hand to read during breaks. He smiled at this request and you led him to the shelf of books you had. Every time he looked through one you’d explain, trying to help him choose. You knew he’d return it the second he was done, he had already done it to the other two you had lent him.

He finally settled on the last book you read ’three dark crowns’. You went to serve the tea and set out the sugar, “I brought some scones from the shop to bring home. It’ll be like always!”

You both sat and talked, drinking tea and scones. Have you always been this cute? And had Leo always been this bashful? Sure once and a while he got insanely polite, but you found it cute. Never had he been bashful about it though. The way he spoke with you quietly, as if afraid to frighten you while never looking at you. His eyes kept fluttering away from yours bashfully. It was s o cute.

“Gosh today was insane! You really are great!” He smiled bashfully staring intently at his tea. “Yes, thank you.”

He was being awfully shy and you really liked it, you loved your turtle friend, maybe more than usual. He deserved these compliments! “I’m honestly surprised you were able to just beat those guys so quick without breaking a single thing! That takes skill!” He chuckled once more and thanked you. You put a hand on his arm, “Leo, your such a wonderful fighter! I can’t even begin to thank you for what you did tonight. Not to mention all the nights you’ve kept me company, all the nights you’ve read with me and helped me with the shop. You’ve been such a wonderful friend, and I hope we always have each other.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, was…was this your way of hinting to something else? Were you trying to say something? Because if you did, this might mean.. “always?” You giggles at his breathless tone, “of course silly, you mean a lot to me, ever since these last two months, I’ve considered you a great friend!”

His Heart could have snapped and climbed out of his mouth right on the table. Of course you never meant that. He was foolish to think that a human would find a mutant attractive. Ridiculous to feel this way towards another human without a second thought. Standing up abruptly, “it’ll be morning soon, I should get going.”

You were confused at this brash action, “well yes, but that’s alright, you can stay here. I’ll be taking the day off because of tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He felt his chest hardened at the sound of your invitation. He couldn’t let his imagination take advantage of it, and he wasn’t going to let it either. Couldn’t allow himself to daydream possibilities that just weren’t there..

“No, I’ll be alright.” He knew he was being harsh, but playing in your hands was going to ruin your friendship. He didn’t want to lose you completely because he couldn’t have more of what he already had; you. “Leo, sweetie, what’s wrong? Have I said something?” Standing up next to him, ready to walk him out, knowing you shouldn’t hold him captive!

He shook his head slowly, dragging his feet back to his fire escape. “Now wait a minute, wait a minute!” You said while holding his arm. “I know you, sweetie! Now sit back down and tell me what’s really wrong. You can tell me anything!” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he knew he couldn’t tell you this. It wasn’t right and he was certain you weren’t expecting it.

But you still tried to pull his arm back towards the table. He didn’t budge. He instead pulled you in to his arms, no longer feeling like he should hold back on holding you. Friends held each other like this, right? Holding you close, but not in a bold way. Holding you by your left arm and reaching up to your right cheek. “As much as I’d like to believe that, I know I can’t truly tell you.” Staring into your beautiful round eyes and mesmerizing them as much as he could. Knowing he wouldn’t have this opportunity again.

You froze, flustered and in shock, Leo took his leave, knowing he should leave you to gather your thoughts. As he left, you touched your cheek, trying to remember his warm touch on you. Something new fluttered inside of you. Something familiar but distant that always stirred in you when he was around. But you for once you decided to acknowledged it. Did.. did Leo share feelings for you?

More importantly, did you?

The rest of the night you thought of him and his warm hands on you. You dreamed of him throughout the night, his warm hands holding you. In the dream though they felt more possessive, more loving. And you loved every second of it, and missed it in the morning after you awoke.

You had your answer, and you still had his box of treats on your living room table. He must have forgotten them on his rushed way out. The whole day you tried to sort your thoughts of last night. Trying your best to really think through your emotions, boys were your worst trait. Being committed to a man before cost you plenty.

You had loved a man before and been deceived, loved another and been used, loved a third and been manipulated for money. Almost losing your beloved bakery to a scammer. Could Leo really be any different? There was one difference though, you never actively looked for that type of attention from Leo like you had from all your past lovers. This time there was a man who was hoping for you.

A week passed and Leo never dropped by the shop anymore. You grew anxious, desperate even. Sending him a text to finally make up your mind.

“Hey Leo! You left your treats at my house, thought you’d like some fresher ones. Pass by for some.”

…

”Okay, sure!”

This calmed your nerves. Perhaps him being less put off by the last night made you feel better. How wrong you were, he was basically shaking every passing moment before you texted. Fearing he had overstepped his boundaries when he held you. But your energetic text reassured him.

The next night he stopped by when he noticed the blinds to the shop were closed. Walking through the back to see you sweeping. Knocking on the counter to catch your attention.

“Hey, I’m here”, you swung around, surprise and delight evident on your face. “I’m glad, I already wrapped the treats up. I made a new recipe, a red velvet muffin, tell me what the boys and you think” you said, putting down two chairs and heating up some water, “chai or regular?” You spoke faster than usual, your nerves were very obvious.

Yes, your turtle friend was a fan of chai tea!

“Uh, regular is fine, thank you.” You nodded and set the water to heat up. And as you drank your tea, you spoke small talk as always. But something was off, it was obvious but neither off you acted on it. The air had a scent of tension among the sweet smell of sugar and tea.

As he finished and stood up while you put the cups away, you noticed his head hung low in embarrassment. Your heart clenched, no way would you leave this unsaid.

“Wait”, you called out and ran around the counter to reach him. Your cheeks heating up as you thought of what to say, stuck in front of him with your mouth gaping like a fish. “It’s really okay cookie, (nickname Mikey gave you and the boys stuck too) you don’t have to talk about it-“

“Hold me.” He froze, blinked, and looked you up and down. Where you sick? “Wha-“

“I want you to hold me, like… like yesterday”, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing… you wanted him to hold you? Did this mean- “Please?” Before he could respond, you shuffled up to him and placed your two hands flat on his plastron and laid your head against him.

His heart was slamming against your rib cage, he prayed you didn’t hear it. Slowing wrapping his arms around your own tiny form. Rubbing your back as your own hands roamed his chest and his scaly shoulders. For a ninja turtle who lived in the sewers, he smelled just like jasmine tea and smoked oak wood. You couldn’t help the need to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead in the crook of his neck.

He could see you tiptoeing in order to hug him around the neck and he couldn’t hold back his grin. “Your tiny”, he mumbled. You smiled and pulled back. “Leo, I have something to tell you.”

He smiled sheepishly, “I do too. And I’m going to go on a whim here and guess that you and I are going to agree” you giggled, fiercely pulling him closer your face and you stood flat on your feet, pulling him down as you did so. “You’d be Right!”

You leaned in, almost kissing when you stopped. Leaning against his plastron, “Leo, I really like you. But I’m scared. I really am. Just… just treat me right Leo. That’s all I’m asking for.” Hugging around his neck even harder. You wouldn’t survive another heart break.

He gently pried you off and grabbed your chin, “cookie, ever since I met you, I felt bad for letting Raph bad mouth you. I don’t ever want to hurt you, I want to have the pleasure of getting to love you”.

“I think I can live with that…” You tiptoed your way back up to his lips, gently pecking them, testing the waters. As he followed the rhythm of your lips as you both indulge into the taste of the other. Your sweet and slow kiss had turned from innocent, to passionate. Leonardo’s tentative licks on the bottom of your lip was what reminded you were you were. Bringing you back to life and pulled your chin out of his hand, you couldn’t make out with him in the middle of your cafe!

“Sorry… I couldn’t help myself.” He said while panting against your forehead. You giggled, “it’s okay, but I think I’m going to have to put some brakes on you big boy!”

You both laughed in each other’s embrace.

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RotTMNT/Baron Jitsu fanfiction: Dating… With Children - Chapter Five

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Plot: Benjamin Draxum hardly considered himself a man of high social standing. Not because he was uncouth or unworthy of it, mind you, but simply because he didn’t have much of a social life. Hard to have one when he usually spent his days at work, cooped up in a lab for so long that he often had his lunches in there, and his nights at home reading or doing research for more personal projects. But perhaps meeting handsome semi-retired movie star - as well as his four young sons - could change all that…

((Thanks again for all the comments and kudoses on the last chapter! ^v^ Glad to know you guys are just as excited about this story continuing on as I am! Anyway, enjoy guys!))

It was another somewhat lazy afternoon in the Jitsu home. Donnie was in one of his research moods and had sentenced himself to infinite studying in his room, only being prompted to stop when it came time for meals, snacks and naps. His brothers had been a bit disappointed, but respected his hobbies enough to leave him be, offering an open invitation to play if he finished his studies early.

Outside of the boy in purple’s bedroom, things were a bit rowdier, thanks to one extra person.

“I'm gonna get you, Jim!” April grinned, sliding around the corner and grabbing the arm of the loveseat to keep from slipping on her socks. She waved her foam bat around wildly, bellowing, “No one escapes the Alien Queen!”

“Jupiter Jim does!” Leo retorted, lighting up his toy sword, “Jupiter Jim ALWAYS has an awesome plan! And if the queen won't leave him alone, then he’ll just fight her for her planet!”

“Fine by me!” April started to climb over the arm of the loveseat-

“*ahem*” April froze, foot in midair before quickly being lowered back onto the floor. Right, no fighting on top of couches, chairs or beds. That was how Raph hurt his head and Mikey nearly broke his arm last time. “Sorry, Lou…”

“It’s fine, just remember next time,” Lou told her, keeping his head perfectly still as he felt tiny fingers still combing through it. With a smirk, he added, “I believe that it is dry enough outside now for it to be the perfect arena for your duel, my queen.”

April looked at Lou, then at Leo, who was already grinning. Spinning on his heel, the boy in blue began racing towards the kitchen doors, with April still hot on his trail. “THERE IS NO ESCAPE!” Lou heard her yell, making him chuckle. He really did like that April girl...

“Hey, Pop? Does this look alright to you?” Slowly turning his head, he looked at his oldest boy sitting on the floor next to him, holding up his current knitting project. “I'm thinkin’ it's probably gonna be another blanket,” Raph explained, gently running his fingers over the red and yellow yarn, “but… Do you think I'm good enough to make it into a sweater or somethin’?”

“I think you could do it, Raphie!” Mikey answered from his father’s chair, perched slightly on Lou’s shoulders, “You're a great knitter!”

“I certainly agree with that,” Lou added, giving Raph an encouraging smile, “But do not be afraid to go back to the book of you need help or are stuck. Starting over is always a shameless option as well. Just keep trying, and I'm sure you will create a very nice sweater - or something - for yourself.”

Practically beaming with pride, Raph set his creation to the side and ran to his room to fetch his ‘Tips for Knitting Beginners!’ book. “Thanks guys!” He shouted over his shoulder.

“‘Welcome!” Mikey shouted back before focusing once again on his own project. He stuck his tongue out a bit as he twirled another strand of his father’s black and grey hair. As for Lou, he let himself relax once more as he directed his eyes back at a younger version of himself. Perhaps it was a bit narcissistic to watch your own movies whether or not the rest of your family liked them, but Lou didn't really care. He was just appreciating his hard work! Besides, he was only watching it until the gameshow network started their daily airing of imported shows anyway.

As the younger Lou screamed his catchphrase as a gang of assassin-musicians, the present Lou heard a knock at the door. “I wonder who that could be?” He asked out loud.

“I dunno,” Mikey shrugged. Adding one last finishing touch to his dad’s head, he quickly moved back, allowing Lou to stand up. “Hope it's not April’s dad to pick her up early…”

Lou knew that wasn't the case, not unless Mr. O’Neil had only had a half day at work. Curious, he opened the door-

“Hope I'm not interrupting anything,” Draxum smiled.

“Ben!” With a grin, Lou opened the door the rest of the way, leaning forward to pull him into a hug and give him a quick peck on the lips. (Though, even just a quick kiss from Lou seemed to be enough to make Draxum feel a bit warmer, no matter how frequent they were becoming.) “What are you doing here?” He asked as he let him go, “Not that I am complaining but I thought you were busy with that presentation thing?”

Despite becoming official nearly two weeks ago, the two hadn't seen much of each other since. The research lab Draxum worked at announced there would be a conference scheduled for all departments, where each head scientist would have to put together a presentation that both shared what they had accomplished in the past few months, as well pretty much convince the people (other than Big Mama) who paid for their lab and experiments that their department was worth keeping around. Needless to say, when combined with all of his other daily tasks, an added project didn't leave Draxum much free time, not even on the weekends. Even their usual phone calls and text conversations had slowed down some because of it.

Thankfully- “I managed to wake up early and put the finishing touches on it this morning,” Draxum replied, “and I figured coming here would be a decent enough way to celebrate.”

Lou grinned at him. “Works for me!”

As he was led inside, Draxum couldn't help but smirk. “Bold choice of hairstyle, by the way.”

“Oh, you like?” Lou asked, striking a bit of a pose.

Draxum snorted. “It's certainly ‘you’.” On one side of Lou’s head, his hair had been pulled into a couple messy pigtails, and on the other side there had been an attempt at making braids. There had also been various hair clips of different colors and sizes attached all around his head, no real rhyme or reason to where they were put.

“My ‘stylist’ could probably set you up for one too, if you'd like.” “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” Lou said nothing, seemingly accepting his boyfriend’s answer, but also knowing just how convincing his little artist could be when it came to asking people to be his models.

And speaking of his youngest- “DRAXUMMMM!” A tiny body suddenly wrapped around his legs like an octopus, hugging him tightly.

“Hello to you too, Michael,” Draxum nodded, completely used to this form of greeting by this point. It was almost strange, thinking of a time where it only would have aggravated him, having a child’s messy, grubby hands all over his clean clothes. And while he was sure his paints now had a couple of small stains - because Mikey always seemed to be at least a little covered with some sort of art supply - he couldn't really bring himself to care.

“I haven't seen you in foreeeever!” Mikey told him, grinning widely as he began pulling him towards the loveseat, “Come on, you gotta let me make your hair pretty like I made Pop’s hair pretty!”

“We’ll see,” Draxum told him, earning another small smile from his boyfriend. As Mikey let go of the doctor’s legs, Raph came back into the room with his book in his arms.

“Oh, hey Draxum!” The boy in red waved, “I'm making a sweater!” He held up the knitting book. “And it's gonna be great!”

Draxum nodded. “I'm sure it will be.” For how young they were, he sort of admired just how creative and constructive the boys were at times. He couldn't really remember what he was like as a five/six/seven year old, but he was pretty sure he wasn't much of a drawer or even a reader back then, and he certainly wasn't a knitter. “Did you suggest that hobby to him?” He asked as Raph picked his needles back up, Mikey looking over at him to watch for a bit.

“In a way,” Lou nodded, “Raphael was strong for his age, even as a toddler. Always accidentally breaking a toy…” Or hurting his brothers, which frustrated and upset Raph even more than the things he would break. Either way, it often led to his frustrations and heartache boiling over into a tantrum, which just made everything worse. “Learning something as delicate and controlled as knitting helped a lot when it came to that, gaining control as well as patience. If he had hated doing it though, I would have found him something else…” His smile warmed a bit. “But he was proud enough of his first knitting piece that he just kept going.”

By this point, Draxum was smiling as well, leaning up slightly against his boyfriend as they watched the oldest and youngest interact. “Sounds like you knew what you were doing, then.”

“Heh, yeah… By some sort of miracle, I suppose I did.” And he was forever grateful for that, just as he was for all the little things he managed to get right for the sake of his children.

Finally moving to go sit on the small couch, Draxum let himself relax as he fell into the usual lax feeling that seemed to fill the Jitsu household (a feat that was becoming easier with each of his visits). “So where are Donnie and Leo?”

“Well, Donnie decided to make today a study day, so he's in his room where he can concentrate better, and Leo-”

Just then, two more children raced into the room, nearly running right into Draxum just as he was sitting down. Out of habit, Draxum scowled and almost started scolding and yelling at the two of them, but held himself back and just managed to say, “Excuse me!”

The blue and yellow blurs screeched to a halt, turning around to see their mistake. It was at that point Draxum was able to see that the other child running around with Leo was a young girl. Her skin was about the same color as Leo’s with red-framed glasses surrounding her eyes instead of pale patches. Her curly hair was pulled into poofy pigtails and her outfit was a yellow jumper and dark green shirt with neon green tights.

“Whoops, sorry Draxum!” Leo said quickly, flashing an apologetic smile, “We just had to grab something for our game real quick!”

“Wait, Draxum?” The girl half-whispered, “The guy your dad is dating?” Leo nodded, and with a curious hum, the girl stared at Draxum as she leaned on her foam bat, looking him up and down. Draxum stared back at her, waiting for whatever comment she would make.

Thankfully, after only a couple moments of this, the pigtailed girl smiled and nodded in what Draxum could assume was approval. “Well, my name’s April! Nice to meet you, Dr. Draxum!”

Draxum smiled slightly, already sort of seeing why the boys would want her as a friend. “Nice to meet you as well, April.” With that, the two children raced off, their full attention back on their game (even if they did slow down a bit to avoid anymore near collisions). They could hear Lou begin to tell the story of how the five of them (or rather, four of them, since Mikey hadn't been in school yet). April herself could remember the story well...

They had all ended up in some after school activity club at the same time (and for the last time). Raph had noticed April first, alone by a wall and boredly playing with the News Reporter Barbie she had brought. With the twins by his side, the three brothers were able to get the semi-shy but still friendly girl interested in playing with them. Unfortunately, by the time April got around to suggesting they all play a round of basketball, all the good sports equipment was taken and the older kids refused to share.

A frustrating obstacle, yes, but it hadn't been an impossible one. April smiled to herself as she remembered the plan Leo had come up with, he and Donnie playing lookout and distraction while she and Raph broke into the gym equipment closet and took as many balls and sports toys as they could get their tiny hands on. The plan had been a total success, though they were soon caught and given their first detentions of the school year as well a month long banning from the activities club. But it didn't matter to April, it may have gotten her a detention and a scolding from her dad, but it also got her three - soon four - best friends for life.

And best friends always looked out for each other, and made sure the other was okay, just in case.

“So,” Leo heard April say as he searched for the toys they needed, “What do you think of Draxum?”

“I think he's nice,” Leo answered, barely even thinking it over, “I mean, he's nice to all of us, and Dad really likes him.” He paused, taking out a couple smaller toys and looking them over before putting them back. “Sometimes he can be a little grumpy though, and he gets embarrassed about stuff other times, but he's not a total jerk or anything so that's good.”

“Yeah, you and your brothers already told me about all that stuff, and I just saw it too,” she reminded him, crossing her arms, “I meant what do you think of Draxum bein’ your pop’s boyfriend?” After a moment, April added, “Would you be okay with him bein’ your stepdad someday?”

This time, Leo had to actually think about it, squeezing the alien plushie in his hands slightly. It was getting harder to remember what life was like before his family, but some of the memories were still there, as were the feelings. He remembered the empty and lonely feeling of missing people who he felt barely even had a chance to know, and the worry of being adopted by someone who wouldn't even like him, much less love him. The other kids were friendly enough, but part of him had still felt like an outsider - an observer looking for a place to belong.

...Then, on his fourth birthday, he learned of another boy in the orphanage - one who was hardly ever seen without a book in his hands and neverseen without his old purple backpack on his back - who shared the same birthday as him. But rather than be annoyed at sharing the attention on his special day, Leo had happily adopted the boy as his twin, no matter how much the other boy insisted that it was impossible for two people to be twins without being related.

Then they met a boy younger than them who didn't talk much at first but spoke instead with streaks of paint and crayon and his colorful pictures. Then the three of them met a boy who was older - a bit clumsy and too strong at times, and a bit grumpy too - but who always stood up for them whenever the oldest kids at the orphanage decide to have a bit of cruel fun. Between all the bonding and playtime together, they all just became brothers, insisting on it even when the workers at the orphanage tried to pull them apart. Not many potential parents wanted four kids at once, after all. But then…

Leo’s smile softened a bit. “It would maybe be a lil’ weird, yeah. Having a new dad and an extra person living here and all that,” he finally began to say, “But Draxum is a nice guy, an’ the last time I got a new dad worked out really great, so why wouldn't this time?”

April smiled back at him, her protectiveness fading a bit as she ruffled his hair. Leo laughed, feeling thankful that he had ended up finding a big sister too. Turning back to the toy box, he grabbed another lightsaber along with the alien plushie, and a jump rope. “This’ll make for a great grappling hook!” He explained, wrapping the jump rope around his arm.

“Awesome!” April grinned. With an excited cheer, they raced back outside to continued their action filled space adventure.

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Draxum hadn't had a specific timeframe in mind when he came over to the Jitsu house that day for a visit, but he honestly wasn't surprised that he'd ended up spending the rest of the day there.

As Lou had predicted, Mikey had indeed ended up persuading Draxum into letting him ‘style’ his hair, though promised not to use as many clips and ribbons. As the boy brushed and braided, Draxum just sat back and listened. First to Lou about what he had missed the past few days, and then to Donnie when he finally came out of his room to update his family on his studying progress, and instead began excitedly info dumping to his now favorite doctor about robotics and simple tech.

(“Why didn't you guys tell me Dr. Draxum was here?” Donnie exclaimed, pouting a bit at the missed time that he could've spent with the scientist.

Lou patted his shoulder. “I'm sorry, Donnie, we thought you wanted to be left to your studying, otherwise we would have.”

“Yeah, last time we tried to get you to leave your room while you were studying, you just started throwing notebook paper balls at us,” Raph added, giving his brother a flat look. Donnie just stuck his tongue out at him.)

Soon enough, Leo and April came back inside, and once it was clear that all five - no, all SEVEN of them were now available to play, a game of tag was quickly initiated.

Naturally, Draxum felt a bit awkward and VERY self conscious about chasing after a bunch of kids, thankful that Lou’s yard at least had a high fence. He didn't even play tag much as a kid, and now he was supposed to play as an adult? It was ridiculous, and frankly foolish… Though it did make the boys happy, which outweighed the ridiculousness somewhat. The times when Lou took his hand, squeezing it slightly as they ran together and he led the way with that usual carefree smile of his also made the game a bit more enjoyable, admittedly.

But eventually, April’s father did arrive to pick his daughter up, putting an end to their little game. She gave each of the brothers a tight hug, high fived Lou and, last but not least, gave Draxum another nod of approval. She didn't think he was the kind of grown up who wouldn't mind playing with kids, but she was glad to see that she had been wrong. “See ya around, Dr. Drax,” she smiled.

Draxum nodded back at her. “Likewise, Ms. April.” April chuckled a bit at that, smiling as she led her dad lead her out the door and down the street to her own home. And, no sooner had the door closed, did the boys’ stomachs seem to realize just how late it was. Thankfully, with a cell phone already dialed in his hand, Lou was quickly taking care of that little problem.

So, here Draxum was. Sitting on his boyfriend’s loveseat, with four tuckered out kids crammed and snuggled in-between them, his stomach full and his core comfortably warm, empty pizza boxes laying out on the table in front of him and some children’s anime - something about capturing Yokai with a watch? How strange - playing softly on the tv.

“Hmph, if I didn't know any better,” Draxum began, prompting Lou to lazily look over at him, “I would think that you don't feed your sons with how quickly they devoured that pizza.”

Lou quietly laughed. “Funny thing about kids, they will literally eat anything that's not nailed down. ESPECIALLY if it is covered or filled with cheese. But, hey, I'm sure I was the same as a boy.” He grimaced suddenly, holding back a hiss of pain. “Okay, hold on-”

Slowly, as to not disturb his two oldest on his other side, Lou gently pushed Leo off him and onto Draxum’s free side. (Mikey was on Draxum’s other side, legs curled up on the armrest and using the doctor’s shoulder as a pillow during his pizza induced food coma.) Once Leo was off him, Lou adjusted himself, getting in a comfier position as he sunk deeper into the couch. “Alright, I’ll take him back,” he said, silently hoping his son in blue wouldn't keep jabbing his father’s arm or stomach with his elbow.

Draxum glanced down, and found that in the short time Lou had taken, Leo had already settled back into his slumber, letting out a small sigh and grabbing part of Draxum’s shirt. “I think he's fine where he is.”

“Bah, replaced by my own boyfriend and betrayed by my own son,” Lou huffed, feigning a scowl as he guided Donnie’s head towards his lap and took off the boy’s glasses, now that there was extra room. Draxum just chuckled, and gave him a quick kiss on his temple as an apology. Lou smiled back, leaning into the touch. “Well, jokes on you, I suppose. It'll be even harder for you to leave now.” Draxum rolled his eyes. As if he didn't already have that problem.

Letting a moment pass, he looked at his date once more. Perhaps it was a comfortable enough time to finally ask something that had been on his mind since the beginning. “...I didn't think it was appropriate to ask on our first date but, well… What made you to decide to adopt four kids?” While Lou’s content expression never faltered, his eyes once again took on a bit of fatigue, becoming slightly distant. Noticing this, Draxum added, “Oh, you- you don't have to tell me if-”

“Oh no, no, it's fine,” Lou said quickly, “The reason isn't that bad. Not bad at all, even. But everything else…” He didn't say anything for a bit, his gaze focused on the wall above the tv. On something his date couldn't see. “I assume you've got a pretty good relationship with your parents, right?”

Draxum nodded. He wasn't particularly close to either of them, but he didn't resent them either, far from it. He still spoke to his parents occasionally, usually around the holidays when it seemed like he was obligated to, and even if they didn't completely understand him, he knew he at least had their support. Still, he frowned to himself when he realized Lou didn't share this experience.

“I'm glad you had that. My mother passed away when I was young, and my father-” He gave a humorless laugh, though there was as much acceptance in it as there was bitterness. “He, ah, we never saw eye to eye, and when I turned eighteen I pretty much told him to go screw himself and then went with my best friend to Tokyo.”

Lou’s gaze shifted towards a specific photo on the wall - the one of him next to a Chinese woman. His smile became warmer, any traces of bitterness and regret soon rolling away like drops of water off his cheeks. “For the longest time, she was my only real family. We became stars together, and even if we weren't in too many movies together, we always had each other’s backs. She was a wingman I could always count on, a great actress, an even greater martial artist in her own right… And probably the best friend a guy like me could ever have.”

His boyfriend was staring at the picture now, as well. Another action film star, huh? Draxum still couldn't recognize her enough to put a name to the face, though now he could say that he wouldn't mind meeting her.

Feeling Raph starting to stir a bit on his other side, Lou rubbed his back until the boy in red settled back down. “A few years after we moved to LA, she decided to go back home to Hong Kong. Settle down some, take a break from the business and all that. By that point I was already somewhat throwing myself into the life of an action movie superstar, whether that was filming and training all day or partying all night. So when she left, I just doubled down.”

Draxum gave a small hum, letting Lou know he was still listening without giving a possibly unwanted opinion on the matter. He thought back several years ago, back during what had been considered the high point of Jitsu-Mania. Two to three movies a year, appearances at every award show whether or not he was nominated, not to mention all the talk shows and paparazzi articles. He couldn't quite recall though if there had been any real major event to slow the craze down. Much like it had been for the rest of the world, he could only remember that one day Lou Jitsu just… slipped out of the public eye, at least for a couple years. “So… What made you stop?”

Another humorless laugh, this one a bit lower and shorter. “According to the doctor my manager hired, depression,” Lou answered simply, ignoring the way his boyfriend’s eyes widened ever so slightly, “Well, that and not as many projects to keep me occupied. Studio wanted to focus on rising stars and my films weren't bringing in as much money. It happens. But without much to focus on, I either became reckless or I was barely making it out of bed, depending on the day.”

Part of him didn't want to remember, though another part didn't dare try to forget. His PR agents did a good job of covering most of it up from his fans and would-be critics, but he couldn't hide from himself. Couldn't hide from the barely legal parties and extravagantly empty shopping sprees and pointless fist fights with other celebrities. Couldn't hide from the seemingly endless days and nights in his bed or on some couch, binging on cake and sake as he ignored every phone call he got.

“Do not get me wrong, being a star was fun. Really, really fun… But everything has to end eventually it seems. I think Shen could tell things were running down for me too, because one day, I got a ticket to Hong Kong in the mail along with a letter saying that if I didn't come, she was gonna send someone and have me dragged to her home.”

Draxum’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Do you think she actually would?”

Lou looked Draxum straight in the eyes. “Tang Shen never bluffs,” he stated. Yes, Draxum would definitely have to look her up later. “And I knew that even back then. So, I hopped onto the plane, drove to her place, and we had a long talk.” And a long cry with lots of hugging and perhaps a glass of wine or two more than necessary, but nonetheless. “She wasn't expecting me to move there, and as much as I missed her, I didn't want to either. I did not regret my choices or my life, but I also did not know how to move forward and find something more. So, she suggested that I find something - anything - that could give me a reason to wake up in the morning even on my worst days, as well as something that wasn't directly related to a camera crew or my checking account.”

He paused, looking particularly thoughtful. “...I actually thought about just getting a pet. A rat, or maybe a couple turtles.”

“...And that train of thought somehow led to children?” Draxum asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Heh, not exactly,” Lou chuckled, “Just because my reputation had not been totally tarnished did not mean that it couldn't still use some work or a boost. As soon as my returning flight landed, my manager called and said he had found me a good PR opportunity. ‘Something with lots of cute kids and something that the press will just eat up!’ he had said. So, a few days later, I went to an orphanage over in Queens with some half-written speech about ‘following your movie star dreams’ or, or something like that and, well…”

He sighed once more, glancing down at his sleeping boys. First at the two on him, then the two over by Draxum. ...God, had it only been two, almost three years since that day? It was both forever ago and just the other day, and they were already growing up before his eyes, slowly but surely. Another part of parenthood, he supposed, one that not even the great Lou Jitsu could stop.

“That was where I first met my sons… And I haven't let them go since. I saw myself in them, saw what I could give them… Heh, my manager and Shen both said I was crazy. I thought I was crazy, and I prayed to whoever and whatever could hear me to not let me screw them up, because whether or not it was crazy, I knew I still had to adopt them. I couldn't not adopt them, and while the first couple months were a bit of an, ah… Adjustment period, I have never once wondered whether or not I had made the right choice.”

As he watched Lou closed his eyes and smiled to himself, Draxum also had no doubt in his mind that his date had made the choice or that he was anything but genuine with his words. It was almost too much, hearing him be so open and honest, trusting Draxum that much without knowing for sure if he would judge. Draxum didn't quite know what to do with that much trust, so he simply vowed to himself not to break it.

“So, yeah, long story short,” Lou finished, opening his eyes now, “There was nothing that really caused me to adopt four kids, I didn't exactly plan on it or was ‘inspired’ or anything. Things just worked out that way. I found them, and they found me. ...A bit cliche, I know, but-”

“I think it's beautiful.”

Lou blinked, turning to look at his now slightly-blushing boyfriend. “I- ...I think it's wonderful that you all found each other,” Draxum continued, hoping to sound just as genuine even as he corrected himself, “It's quite admirable, how much work and heart you put into your family. Very admirable… And for what it's worth, I think you're doing a great job being a father. Certainly better than most celebrities, I'm sure.”

Lou smiled, chuckling slightly as he leaned in. “Thanks Ben… That really does mean a lot.” Draxum barely gave himself time to nod before meeting Lou’s lips, their eyes closing as they kissed. Giving another hum as another sort of familiar and comfortable warmth washed over his body, he moved just a bit closer, hoping to deepen the kiss. Before he could, however, he felt a hand push against his chest. Thinking it was Lou, Draxum immediately broke the kiss and retreated before realizing that his boyfriend’s hands weren't that small.

“I thought you guys said you weren't gonna make out in front of us,” Leo groaned.

“We- Ugh, we were not making out!” Draxum argued.

“And besides, little one,” Lou added, snickering a bit, “You're asleep, so how could you even tell?”

“‘M not asleep,” Leo mumbled, even as he snuggled deeper into Draxum’s side, his eyes remaining shut.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say, Leonardo.” Still, Lou remained close to his date, his own hand finding Draxum’s. While still slightly annoyed, Draxum managed a smile at that, bringing their now intertwined hands up to his face and kissing the back of Lou’s.

Even if that was all they could do for now, Draxum didn't mind too much. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay much longer, no matter how many kids were piled on top of him, so he was just going to enjoy the moment and hold onto it for as long as he could.

((So yeah, lots of sorta exposition in this chapter, but I hope it wasn't too heavy handed. See you all next time! I've got a couple ideas coming up that should be a ton of fun to write, so here's hoping I can get them out fast!))

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #baron jitsu #baron draxum #lou jitsu #human au #fanfiction #my writing

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years

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So it looks like Tumblr the bitch it is deleted Chapters One and Two of Chance meetings. So I am reposting them per request.

Chance Meetings Chapter Two

Turtles and Reader

The dull throbbing in your head was the first thing you became aware of as consciousness pulled you from the darkness, and the horrible pain of your aching sore throat. Dear god it hurt.

“Hey Donnie, it looks like she’s waking up.” You heard a strange voice just above you. You instantly still your movement and hold your breath. Where were you? Who was that? Who the fuck is Donnie? And why the fuck did your head and throat hurt? Then your fuzzy memory cleared, and it came rushing back to you. The woman in trouble, the three thugs, your near death and rape and turtles. TURTLES!?

Despite the pain, your eyes shot open and you jumped to your feet seeing the massive turtle in blue sitting a few feet from you on a chair. You quickly looked down to see you had been lying on a large makeshift couch. His hands came out and his face showed he was frustrated but still concerned.

“Hey, it’s ok calm down. Donnie!” he called again looking behind him obviously searching for this Donnie of his.

“Who’s Donnie? Who are you? Where am I? What the fuck is going on?!” you rambled off questions keeping your eyes focused on the beautiful blue eyed mutant turtle. “Calm down” you told yourself. They had helped you, if it wasn’t for them you would…… ok you didn’t want to think what would be happening right now if they hadn’t come to your aid. They helped you, that thought alone made you relax a bit sliding back down into the couch. Then the sudden sound of heavy footsteps thundering in the large room you were now in made you hyper sensitive to your surroundings and musty smell. Reluctantly you took your eyes from the turtle and looked around the large cavern littered with graffiti, random pop culture items and tattered pieces of furniture.

“She awake?” a voice came behind you, making you burst from your spot on the couch and land just a few feet from the of the blue turtle, your arms up in defense. There stood the other three large turtles. No longer feeling the effects of the concussion you could see them clearly now. The air shifted behind you making you suddenly aware bright eyes behind you had stood and came into your peripheral making his way to the other mutants. They had to be at the very least 7 ft, ok, ok maybe over 6 ft, each one had a colored mask over their face and looked like they hit the gym daily….and hard.

“She’s still here, that’s a good sign.” The orange one smiled nudging the large red brute standing next to him. Jesus that one was big. His biceps were easily the size of your head. You swallowed hard easing up a bit on your stance. They helped you, they helped you.

“Where is here? W-Who? What? Oh jesus!” You’re stumbling over your words as the tall one in purple hops over the couch and approaches.

“Sit.” He demands quickly, and you obey without question dropping down in the chair bright eyes was occupying a few moments ago. Speaking of bright eyes, you lean over finding him leaning up against the red brute. Both their eyes fixed heavily on you suddenly making what you’re wearing feel see through.

“You’re in the sewers, in our home.”

You can feel your heart beat begin to race when the tall purple one knelt down in front of you, his big brown eyes looking at you inquisitively though his taped together glasses. He had a go-pro strapped to his shoulder and what looked like an ipad on his arm.

“The sewers? That would explain the musty smell I guess.” You crack a smile.

The breath caught in your throat when his three fingered hand came up gripping your chin and his other hand reached up over his glasses and pulled down a weird looking pair of goggles. His large body leaned in closer to you his goggles scanning your vision. With him this close you took in the scent of the turtle, he smelled of oil or grease and salt and vinegar potato chips. The muscles under the green skin of his neck flexed when he swallowed the spit in his mouth. With the close proximity you could hear the click of his tongue when the muscle released from the top of his mouth. Then as quickly as it happened he leaned back and put the goggles back up on his bald green scalp.

“All your vitals look fine. But I have a feeling that headache is still bothering you, isn’t it?”

You nod slowly wanting so badly to reach out and touch his pebbled skin. Jesus whatever made them this way they needed to bottle the shit and sell. Not an ounce of fat on him. Magnificent was the word that kept coming to mind when she looked at them.

“Hey there!” you look to the left of the purple one and see the enthusiastic smile of the orange turtle squatting down next to the other. His eyes were almost as blue as bright eyes over there but his were just a tad darker. His large hand shot out to you in an offered handshake.

Looking to his hand and back to his happy face you take his hand closing your five fingers over his three. It was surprisingly warm, you thought turtles were cold blooded so shouldn’t their skin be cool to the touch?

“The names Michelangelo.” He started, elbowing the purple one away sending him stumbling to his feet with a grumble of annoyance. “I’m the amazingly awesome turtle, I’m a jack of all trades you want it I got it. But you my sugar plum can call me Mikey. And these are my three brothers! This tall drink of water in purple is Donatello and is our resident genius but goes by Donnie. So that answers one of your questions. Boom!” Your hand still gasped in his he pulled you from your seat pointing you to the red brute who has holding himself up on the back of the couch by the tree trunks he called arms and bright eyes with his arms crossed over his chest.

“The turtle in red is Raphael our treasured hothead and undocumented strongest man in the world.” Michelangelo continued giving his brother finger guns and a wink.

“Raph is fine.” The red brute mumbled flexing the corded muscled under his taught green skin.

“And then we have our fearless leader Leonardo. He’s strategic and calculating who can end your life with a snap of his fingers but from the teaching of our master he refrains from that sort of thing. Luckily for the bad guys. We call him..”

“Leo.” You whisper before he can finish.

Leonardo’s blue eyes find yours and they lock just for a moment before you both return your attention back to Michelangelo who was now staring at you in confusion.

“How did you…?” Mikey questioned absentmindedly petting your hand he still held captive in his.

“One of you called him that in the alleyway. Wait? What happened to those guys?” you suddenly became angry. Did they leave them there to wake up and do it again to someone else?

Leonardo took this one as he jumped over the couch sitting down taking up a chunk of real estate with his giant shell, “We know someone in the police department. We called them after we got you out of there just in case they woke up. She took care of them. You might get a call from her, we gave her your number from your phone.”

Looking down by the end of the couch you saw your purse and phone resting on top of it and for some reason you swallowed that easily moving on to your next conundrum. How did they exist? But did you have the right to ask? You had only just met them, and they didn’t owe you anything. You actually owed them something, which brought you out of your own mind.

“Hey um…. I wanted to thank you guys. I don’t know what would have happened if you guys didn’t show up when you did. I know it was stupid of me to go into that alleyway by myself, but I couldn’t leave that woman to those assholes devices. They were going to rape her, and god knows what else. And then they were going to do that to me……” you paused looking down at Mikey’s hands and you finally brought your other hand down to his running a finger down the back of his hand to his wrist. It felt nice.

Mikey arm snaked around your waist pulling you to him, “Hey you did pretty damn good from what we could see. You took out two of them.” Mikey was the smallest of the four, but he still was a bit taller then you, he smelt like a spice rack and something sweet but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“I agree, you must have some skill? Have you had training?”

You looked over into Leo’s blue eyes as he questioned you. You felt your skin flush when he scooted his butt forward just a little closer to you and his hand brushed against your thigh.

“Yes, I took ninjutsu classes last year after I got mugged. I obviously still have more to learn. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings which let the third guy get the drop on me.”

“Hey, I thought you were pretty damn good for only having a year worth of training. You did better than Mikey his first year.” Raphael finally came into the conversation plopping down next to Leonardo. He leaned back as far as his shell would allow and brought his hands back behind his head. His golden eyes took a quick look up and down your body like he was appraising it for something. You narrowed your eyes at him with a silent warning gaining a sly smile from the big brute.

Suddenly their eyes ripped from you and moved to a body that approached from behind you.

“My sons, have you offered our guest something to drink?”

Someone else was down here? They did speak of a “master” maybe this was him, was he another turtle? Mikey relinquished his hold on you and you turned around slowly to greet him. Your feet stop working as you stare at a large brown rat in a dirty kimono walking upright. His big black eyes seem to look directly in your soul as he approaches with a swish of his long tail. Could this day get any weirder?

Chapter One

#TMNT #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfiction #TMNT TMNT fanfiction #tmnt fandom #tmnt fic #oneshot

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chokememrstark · 6 years

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The Soulmate Sam Never Asked For // Part 5

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 2822(Chapter 5 / 12)

Fic Summary: Sam doesn't know how he got into this situation. What he does know is that he is faced with a side of Lucifer he didn't know existed and that it breaks his heart in more ways than he can count. His classmate - and soulmate, of course - is suffering through much more than he lets anyone know and Sam finds himself offering his help in a very unusual and surprising way.

college!AU, human!AU, soulmates!AU, dysfunctional families, abusive parents, dramatic romance, or romantic drama, your choice, big brother!Lucifer, soulmates hating each other, referenced alcoholism, death and abuse, some violence, and lots of feels, fluff and cuteness, some drama but not too much, lots of bickering, and two damn stubborn soulmates (!!)

Note: My lovely beta reader @brieflymaximumprincess called this a rom-com and even though I don’t believe it is, in my eyes, it does have certain elements of it. This is not the angst you know from me, not at all.

Yes, there is some drama, but there is also a lot of sweet and cute moments, much more than the dramatic ones. I guess you could say I accidentally wrote cute fluff? Because it was not intended, but here we are.

This fic is already completed and will be posted by the regular schedule from now on: Thuesday, Thursday and Saturday! So, enjoy ♥

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As soon as they were outside, all of Lucifer’s happy demeanor dropped and he covered his face with his free hand, just leaning against the door and not bothering to let go of Sam’s hand. It was as if he watched a mask fall off the other’s face, one that Sam now realized had been crackling ever since he came here.

“Lucifer, are you okay?” Sam asked carefully, worried when he suddenly heard a dry sob coming from the blond.

“No, I’m not okay!” Lucifer barked, gripping Sam’s hand tighter without even realizing it, almost painfully. “He doesn’t deserve this! Everything was fine, he was better and happy and now he’s back here and even worse than before! How can I be okay with that? How?”

Sam felt a huge lump in his throat when he tried to swallow. He had never seen Lucifer actually worried or even a little emotional, so this was absolutely shocking. There were literal tears rolling down the blond’s face through his fingers and Sam felt utterly helpless and crushed.

“Hey…” The word sounded absolutely stupid when it came out of Sam’s mouth and when he awkwardly patted the other on the back he completed the picture of an idiot.

“He’s ten, man! Ten!” Lucifer continued, not even looking up or acknowledging Sam’s hand on his shoulder. “What did he see of life? Half of his time he spent in hospitals… that’s just not right…”

“What’s wrong with him?” Sam asked slowly, hoping to not make it even worse. “Is there nothing they can do?”

“They already did,” Lucifer said and shook his head slowly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “He got a kidney transplant last year and things were getting better, he could even go back to school. We all thought he was fine again...”

“What happened then? Why is he back here?”

“His teacher called me last week, he broke down in class…” Lucifer slid down the door into a cowering position and Sam had no option but to do the same. “His body is rejecting the new kidney, it’s poisoning him… they removed it now, but without a new one he has no chance.”

“Shit…” Sam whispered and plopped down on the floor next to Lucifer.

He had no idea things were so dire, no wonder Lucifer couldn’t hold it back anymore. Without even realizing what he was doing, Sam began to knead the other’s shoulder with his hand. Now he felt even worse for acting like a rejected date at prom night.

“Gabe is heartbroken, he refuses to leave Raphael for even a minute,” Lucifer mumbled quietly, his voice still heavy and creaky. “I don’t know what to tell him, I can’t do anything… I begged them to just take one of my kidneys but it doesn’t fit, we don’t even have the same blood type, goddammit!”

“And there is no one else?” Sam asked, but Lucifer shook his head.

“He’s at the top of the transplant list, but they didn’t give us much hope. I don’t know what to do anymore, Sam… I wanted to get us out of there so they can just be kids but I can’t, I just can’t…”

For the first time, Sam felt actual sympathy and compassion for Lucifer. Here was this young man that was going through hell day in and day out, that sacrificed everything for his little brothers, including his mental and physical health, and Sam was sure he would even kill himself to make sure they were fine - how could he be a cold, emotionless dick when being shown this side of him? He didn’t need to be someone’s soulmate to show understanding, even if it took him long enough to realize that.

“There’s gotta be a way to help him,” Sam said quietly and, much to his own surprise, leaned his head against Lucifer’s shoulder. It was an instinct he didn’t fight and somehow it felt like the right thing to do in this moment.

“I hope so,” Lucifer sighed, tilting his head so it touched Sam’s slightly. “I really do…”

After Lucifer had calmed down partially, Sam insisted that he would go to the bathroom to wash his face so he would look normal again, while he went to the nurse station so see if Raphael’s wish for pudding and ice cream could be satisfied. Lucifer didn’t argue with him, which was a little weird considering that Sam had half-expected him to. The nurse Sam talked to promised to bring their little patient some pudding, ice cream was sadly out of question. A bit more satisfied, Sam walked back to the room to wait for Lucifer. Raphael was sitting in his bed this time, a book on his lap.

“Good news,” Sam smiled when he walked over to the chair Lucifer had used before and sat down. “Pudding is on the menu for today.”

“Yippie!” Raphael exclaimed quietly with a big smile. “Where is Luci?”

“He’ll be back soon,” Sam promised. “He had to go to the bathroom quickly.”

“Do you like my big brother?” Raphael suddenly asked, completely taking Sam off guard.

“What?”

“Do you like Luci? He never brought anyone here, so I just thought…” the boy shrugged, giving Sam a knowing look and a smirk that was eerily similar to his big brother's.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” Sam smiled back, not wanting to admit that he normally never even talked to the other. “You like him too, don’t you?”

“He’s the best!” Raphael stated proudly and fully convinced. “He’s not like Mikey who ran away, Luci always says we have to stick together and that he’ll never leave us.”

“That’s very sweet.” Sam felt warm in his chest at this. “He’s a good brother, I can see that. He really cares about you.”

“Dad doesn’t like it, but I don’t care,” Raphael said and pinched his nose as if they shared a secret now. “Luci is gonna be our dad soon and we’ll live in a house all by ourselves.”

“Really?” Sam asked, amused by the thought. “Did he tell you that?”

“He promised and Luci said you have to keep your promises.”

“That’s true,” Sam nodded with a stern face. “You have to do that. And if he promised he’ll make it happen, I’m sure of that.”

“You can visit us when we live there if you want to,” Raphael smiled and put the book back on the nightstand. “I can show you all my books then, do you like books?”

“I love books!” Sam laughed, to which Raphael giggled into his hand.

The two were still laughing when the door opened and Lucifer walked in, visibly confused by the sudden happy atmosphere in the room.

“Everything okay?” he asked suspicious and Sam forced himself to stop laughing.

“Raphael just invited me over to when you move into your new house, right, Raph?”

“Mhm!” Raphael nodded proudly at his big brother. “It’s okay, Luci, right? Sam can come visit us or not?”

“Of course he can,” Lucifer said with what Sam thought was a very forced smile, but Raphael didn’t seem to mind. “But first you gotta get better, okay? Maya will be here soon with your food and medicine and doctor Francis wants to do a few more tests with you after that. You think you can do that?”

“But not the blood washing machine again, please!” Raphael groaned and dropped into his pillow. “I hate that thing!”

“Not today, promised,” Lucifer said. “I’ll have to kidnap Sam though, is that okay?”

“And Gabe?”

“Let him sleep. If he wakes up one of the nurses will play with him until the doctor is done, they always do. Maybe Nancy has some time for him, they had a lot of fun last time.”

“Okay!” Raphael said, slightly relieved and turned to Sam. “I like you, Sam. You’re really nice. You’ll come visit me again, right?”

“Sure,” Sam said surprised and a bit flattered. “If your brother is okay with it, why not?”

“We’ll see,” Lucifer smiled and tucked on Sam’s shirt. When the brunet stood up and looked at Lucifer, he noticed that the cold water only slightly helped with his appearance. “You’ll be nice, yes? Sam and I will go eat something downstairs, you know how to reach me.”

“Just press the 6 on my phone and your pocket rings, yeah,” Raphael grinned and rolled his eyes. “Bye, Sam! Nice meeting you!”

“Nice meeting you too Raph, bye!”

Sam let Lucifer drag him out again, but this time they didn’t stop in front of the door. Lucifer guided him down a few stairs until they entered the cantina, where he found a table for them in a corner. He walked away for a few minutes to get two coffees, but when he sat down he didn’t look happy at all. If looks could kill, Sam was sure he'd be dead already.

“What did you two talk about?” Lucifer immediately asked, without trying to hide his disapproval.

“Nothing, really!” Sam quickly assured the other, surprised by the sudden change of his behavior. “He just told me that you’re the best brother and care for them, that’s all. We just chatted.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Lucifer sighed. “He barely sees a different face, only Gabe and me and the nurses and doctors. I bet he told you about dad too.”

“Just that he doesn’t like that they like you more, that’s it,” Sam answered honestly. “He really seems to adore you.”

“He thinks I can do anything,” Lucifer smirked sadly and looked up. “But I can’t make that he’s not sick anymore sadly. Raphael thinks I’m Superman when in reality I’m not even Clark Kent…”

“But you’re trying,” Sam insisted. “Look what you do for him! You dropped out of college to be there for him and you do it again now. Maybe you’re not Superman, but you’re doing all you can, don’t you?”

“I’d burn this whole place down if it would save him,” Lucifer huffed. “He’s such a smart little kid and it’s all wasted because he’s sick. He doesn’t even have a rare blood type, but we still can’t find a donor that matches! It’s so frustrating.”

The two were silent for a bit, both sipping from their coffee sporadically. Sam desperately wanted to say something, but all he could think of were empty words. This wasn’t a situation to just say ‘keep your head up’, he knew that. Lucifer was obviously drained and exhausted and didn’t know how to help his brother anymore.

“What blood type does he have?” Sam eventually asked, just to say something and Lucifer sighed.

“A… it could be worse, he could have O, but it seems not even that helps…”

“I’ve got A.”

Lucifer lifted his head and looked at Sam, surprised and squinting his eyes suspiciously.

“I mean…”

“No.” Lucifer’s voice was so cold and strict that Sam’s heart actually skipped a beat. “Don’t even think about it, no.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to test me, would it?”

“This isn’t a game, Sam!” Lucifer barked and glared at the other angrily. “You can’t just come here and say ‘Oh let’s see, maybe I’m a match’ and think it works like that because it doesn’t. My brother’s life is on edge here, I’m not up for any half-hearted jokes!”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Sam asked offended and glared back at the blond just as angrily. “Who says I think this is a walk in the park? I’m just saying let’s get me tested, if it’s a chance, why not, what's the big deal?”

“Because you could die, you moron! Ever heard of complications? And even if it works you don’t know if his body will reject it again or if you’ll have problems later on! He can’t go through this again, his body won’t take another failure! Hell, I can’t take another failure either!”

“So?” Sam didn’t see the point. “You said they don’t have a donor and we share the same blood type, so what’s the problem in getting me tested? Lucifer, I’m sorry to break it to you, but this isn’t about you, okay? It’s about your brother.”

“Fuck, I know, okay!” Lucifer slammed a fist on the table and let his head follow shortly after. “I know it’s about him and it’s killing me!”

“Look,” Sam sighed, more calm now and trying to stay this way. He laid a hand on Lucifer’s, which was ruffling through his hair, and he stayed still. “I know you’re upset and scared, I get it. But just seeing if I might be a match won’t hurt anyone, right?”

“You’re really serious with this?” Lucifer asked and looked up, Sam’s hand still on his head. “Would you actually do it if you turn out to be a match?”

“Of course I would,” Sam smiled warmly. “And this isn’t about you, don’t flatter yourself. I still don’t like you particularly. But I like Raphael, he’s a sweet kid and he deserves to live. If there’s a chance I can help him I wanna give it a try at least.”

“You’re the most stubborn person I met so far, seriously.” Lucifer huffed, but Sam saw the corners of his lip jerk up a little.

“That’s because you don’t know me,” Sam said and leaned back, finally letting go of Lucifer’s hand. “I’m the most stubborn person you’ll ever meet, actually.”

At this they both had to laugh, even if it was an awkward and weird laugh. Still, Sam meant what he had just said. This wasn’t about Lucifer, not really at least. He did kind of warm up to the blond, even if he disliked the idea but, he really wanted to help Raphael and the brothers deserved the chance to get away from their awful dad to live a better life. Wasn’t that what he had done too by going to college?

After a few moments of silence between them, Lucifer suggested they get something to eat and Sam was relieved about the lighter topic. Even if hospital food wasn’t his favorite, he couldn’t deny that he was hungry. It turned out to be less awful than he had feared luckily and when they were done they went back to the unit Raphael’s room was in to wait for the doctor to come out. They didn’t talk much, maybe there wasn’t anything to say right now, but it was less awkward than before.

Finally, when the door opened and a man and two nurses came out, Lucifer jumped up and rushed over to them.

“And? Is everything okay?” he asked, unable to hide his worry any longer.

“He’s stable for now,” the doctor said, but he still gave Lucifer a sad look. “I can’t say for how long, though. The dialysis works at the moment, but if he doesn’t get a new kidney soon it might not help anymore.”

“Doctor?” Sam interrupted the two, drawing the doctor’s attention. He held out his hand for the man in white to shake. “I’m Sam, a friend of Lucifer. I wondered if you could test me to see if I might be a match for Raphael? Lucifer told me we have the same blood type and since there aren’t many hopes for a new donor I wondered if I might be able to help him.”

“You would consider donating a kidney to him?” the doctor asked surprised and Sam nodded quickly.

“If I can, yes,” he answered. “I know it’s a long shot, but I’d like to try and get tested at least. If I’m able to help him I will do it.”

“That’s very noble of you,” the doctor said and turned to Lucifer, who stood next to them awkwardly. “You have a very good friend here, Lucifer.”

“Yeah, it seems like it…” Lucifer mumbled, a hint of red on his cheeks now.

“If you have time I could explain the procedure to you now? Just so you know what might happen if the test results come back positive.”

“Yes, of course!” Sam agreed eagerly. “Lucifer, will you say bye to Raphael from me? But don’t tell him anything yet, I don’t want him to be disappointed if it won’t work.”

“Of course, yeah,” Lucifer answered perplex, but still nodded. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Come, we can go to my office for the details.”

The doctor put an arm around Sam’s shoulder and only left the boy the chance to smile back at Lucifer as an answer. That he actually wanted to do this seemed to shock the other more than his outburst from before, because he kept looking after them in utter confusion as they walked away. For Sam it was the right thing to do though. Even if he rejected the idea of soulmates and refused to acknowledge its influence, there was no way he would let an innocent child die if there might be something he could do about it. If Lucifer knew him, he would understand, he thought.

#samifer #sam x lucifer #sam winchester #spn lucifer #soulmate!au #college!au #human!au #myfics

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sylvain-writes · 4 years

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Scarlet Letters (TMNT Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 6/8: Goodbye

It’s time for Raphael to head home.

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ao3)

Goodbye. That word has caught your heart in a vice for as long as you can remember. Today it’s charged anew as you watch Raphael stir in his sleep. Your stomach twists at the thought of that word, of its history. You figure you’ll say, “See ya,” when you and Raphael part ways. But the meaning will be the same.

Fear of goodbye is the reason you let Raphael hold you even after the power returned. It’s why you stayed in his arms long after the baseboard heat had warmed the room. It’s why, for hours, you remained in bed with him under the guise of sleep.

You’re dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants by the time Raph wakes up, but that doesn’t erase his memory of what lies beneath your shirt. Even as he rubs sleep from his eyes, he stares at your shoulder like the scar is still on display.

Gingerly, Raphael pushes himself up to sit and lets the blankets pool in his lap.

You pay no mind to his focused attention, or so you tell yourself. Instead, your thoughts drive you forward, urging you to fix the bandages that have started to peel off of Raphael’s side. Certainly, his fresh injuries are more deserving of attention than a wound that’s well over a decade old.

Raphael, however, isn’t fooled by your fussing. “Your shoulder-” he stops your fidgeting with a hand on your wrist. “How did that really happen?”

Though you two had spent more time in bed swapping life stories than sleeping, you’d made sure to sidestep any topic that would steer the conversation back toward the scar.

You glance down. No matter how understanding Raphael had been, you knew more questions would come. No one carries around this kind of mark their whole life without people asking questions.

You raise your hand to your shoulder and are comforted by the way Raphael’s hand comes along with it. “It was the Dragons,” you confess, thinking about the purple-tipped dagger the gang had passed around like your fear was a game. “They cornered me and my dad. The doctors said the poison never really left my body so...” So, you got stuck with this reminder. A jagged, puckered scar with lines dark as India ink branching out like a web.

Raphael’s thumb draws circles over your shoulder with precision; he remembers exactly where your scar lies hidden underneath your clothes. It’s too much - his unhurried touch, his attentive gaze.

You listened to Raphael talk about his family as you laid together before sleeping the rest of the day away and you learned the way he cares for those he holds dear. He feels things - everything - intensely. With his whole heart. It’s how anger takes hold. Everything fuels it - fear, love, sadness.

Now, you see his worry. And you wonder where that anger - that shield behind which he’s learned to hide his vulnerability - has gone.

“Raph, I-”

Your phone trills, cutting you off with the alarm you’ve set for departure. You think, maybe it’s for the best.

The sun set a few hours ago. It’s well past dark. “We should get going,” you say and you hope he doesn’t notice the tightness in your voice or the way your hands shake before you stuff them into your pockets.

⁂

Raphael insists on walking ahead, which is fine by you. It gives you a chance to admire your handiwork on his shell.

"Are you sure?" You had asked, looking down at a picture of the characters he’d worn when you found him. But you understood. By then, you had gained understanding that this was part of his mask, part of his armor.

"That's me.” Raphael rolled his shoulders back defensively, but the way he shifted on the stool had betrayed his fear of rejection. “And if you don't like it-"

It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, or didn’t respect what it stood for. But you had something else in mind.

Your phone clunked against the table when you shoved it toward him.

He stared at the screen, frozen. He swallowed hard but didn’t look away. "Yuuki? Naw. That's not for me… that's-"

“It’s OK.” You could see he was getting agitated and you didn’t know the story of the Kanji or much about the Bushido code, so you weren’t going to force the issue. But you wanted him to know, “Since I’ve known you… and from all you’ve told me… This is who I see, Raphael.”

By way of answer, Raphael brought up an image of the characters Michelangelo had been spray painting on his shell since they were teenagers. You looked up at him as he placed the phone in your hand.

“Please,” he said.

“Teach me,” you replied.

Anticipating the touch of your paintbrush to his shell, Raphael held his breath. His arms flexed as they tightened around the back of the chair he was straddling. The tick of his jaw matched the pat of his hands as he nervously drummed a beat against his elbows.

You weren’t sure if it was the act of being marked or the suggestion you made to change his characters that had him anxious, but you stood behind him, ready to stop at a word. This was for him. And if he didn’t trust you with this, if he didn’t want it-

“...ya start yet?” Raphael asked. The way he sat, with his face tucked into his forearms, made his question nearly inaudible. But you didn’t think he was really looking for an answer. He knew you hadn’t touched his shell. Because the moment you placed your non-dominant hand upon it, you heard his sharp intake of breath. You felt his body quiver with it.

You paused, allowing him time to get used to your touch. “Should I…”

Raphael nodded against his arms. And when you brought the paintbrush down to the hard scales of his back, he released his breath in a rush.

With slow strokes, you followed the diagram Raphael had drawn out. There was an order to the characters; you would get it right.

Each time you lifted the brush for more paint, Raphael rose into the palm of your other hand. It was as if he missed the pressure, as if he needed the contact. So, you slid your hand along the edge of his carapace in languid sweeps as you worked. You let yourself get lost in it - in the brushstrokes, in the quiet, in the notches and grooves of his shell.

And now Raphael walks with his kanji emblazoned on his back, but you don’t see the bright red characters as a marker of unprovoked violence. Not after everything Raphael and his brothers have been through. Not after the effort Raphael has put into his training and the growth he’s described in not as many words.

You believe the characters are a testament to his strength and bravery and compassion. When he’s in control of it, Raphael’s anger is his ammunition and his shield.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you and Raphael turn a corner. He doesn’t lead you much further before he finds an alley that “looks familiar.” Nonetheless, it still takes him a solid minute to find what he’s looking for under the snow.

Once the manhole cover is clear, Raphael lifts it and sets it aside with ease.

“So, eh, ya comin’ down or what?”

You look at the giant mutant turtle standing in front of you and at the open sewer beneath your feet, and you smile knowing that life can’t possibly get any weirder than this. You smile as you lean into it. And you smile with the realization that you’re finally excited to see where life wants to take you. It’s brought you to him. And you want to see how far this will go.

But your damn phone won’t stop buzzing with requests from work.

“It’s Damian again.” Your Nurse Manager has been trying to bribe people into work with promises of free pizza. You had texted back, ’How about double-time?,’ nearly an hour ago.

You frown at the response that just came through. ‘I got you for time-and-a-half.’ You can’t turn down the money. “I gotta go into work,” you say apologetically.

“Oh. Right. Well...” Raphael looks down at the ladder and his brow creases with dark thoughts.

Your hand rises and falls. You’d like to touch him, to hold onto him, but to what end? “You could come by sometime, y’know. Talk to your brothers, clear the air. Then, come and tell me all about it over take out or somethin’.”

He probably figures you’ve invited him for greasy, MSG-loaded Chinese, but you know you’ll pull a bait and switch. Recruit him as a sous chef. All his boasting about being a ninja and you’ve yet to see his knife skills in action. “Whaddaya say, Red? Dinner at mine?”

Raphael shuffles in place, scratches the back of his head, and gives a half-hearted shrug.

“Maybe bring your brothers around,” you say, so he knows you have no qualms about meeting them. “I know I live in a pretty rough neighborhood,” you joke to cut the tension, “but I hear you turtle guys know a thing or two about fighting. Maybe you can teach me…”

Raphael seems to perk up at that, but you can’t help but poke fun at him just a little. “On second thought, maybe I should take another class at the Community Center. You did get your ass handed to you yesterday.”

“Hey, if I hadn’t been pushed-”

Was it really only yesterday? Your eyes drift over his injuries, impressed with how quickly he’s healing. “Just keep your feet on the ground, alright?”

This time, when your stomach flips, you give into the urge to reach out to Raphael. Laying a hand on his forearm, you draw in some of his courage. “And if ya don’t wanna bring around your brothers. If, maybe, you wanna visit - just you and me - that’d be fine, too.” Your smile widens as you tighten your grip and bring yourself a step closer.

Raphael’s cheeks flush. You think all is going well until he steps out of your reach and you come to the conclusion that maybe you can’t read Raphael as well as you thought.

His hands are up and his eyes are on the ground as he backs away. “I-I ain’t some cursed prince, y’know. What ya see is what ya get.”

“I like what I see.” He has to know that by now. You need him to know that. “Is this about me going into work? Bring me down to your place when I’m done. I’m not scared to see where you live. I want to know you.”

“I gotta go,” he says. And out of respect, you have to let him.

“Raphael.” You call out his name as he turns toward the ladder. Your heart pounds against your chest at the thought of never seeing him again. “Here,” you say, reaching into the pocket of your parka. “It’s not much. Just an antibiotic. Apply it twice a day, when you change your bandages.”

The tube of cream is dwarfed by his palm, but he accepts the ointment with a small word of thanks.

“A-and,” you stall as he starts to turn again, “I know you said your brother helps out with the med stuff. You can tell Donatello the stitches shouldn’t be removed yet.”

“OK.”

You take a deep breath as Raphael stands at the edge of the manhole, knowing these words are your goodbye. “Give it about four or five days, OK? But no longer than that.”

“OK.”

“A-and, Raph,” you hold up your hand as he prepares to jump, and he waits.

“Yeah, ___?”

You bite your lips together to keep yourself from saying something stupid, something revealing, something you can’t take back, “Nevermind.”

Raphael nods.

“Take care of yourself,” you say, finally, and when he looks up this time the turtle is holding his injured side and wearing a small smile.

“Ya killin’ me with all this red light green light, y’know.”

You wince. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“See ya in about four or five days,” he interjects.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Wha-?”

“To take out the stitches. Ya think I’m gonna trust Donnie with dis pretty face?”

Your heart leaps and you’re smiling so hard that it hurts. “OK. Yeah. OK. Four or five days.”

⁂

You walk home with a bounce in your step and your head in the clouds and your eyes on your phone. You have to text Damian confirmation that you’ll be in as soon as you can.

There’s no foreboding change in the air. No dark clouds rolling in. No ominous music playing, when you’re jumped. But there are figures dressed in black, a soaked cloth over your mouth, and the clatter of your phone as it hits the pavement.

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