Holding hands during a stressful situation and bridal carry but I'm going in a direction you least expect, one that doesn't follow the reader!!
I want it to be casey and raphael MWAHAHAAHAHAAA!!!!
Can't wait to see what you come up with
Of course I could trust you to finally push me to do a Casey/Raph snippet!!!!!! We made it lads!!!
Rated Fluff with a dollop of Angst
Raphael was used to taking bumps.
A scrape wouldn’t faze him, a smack, a punch, hell he’d fallen out of plane and lived to tell the story. He was built for damage, it was no joke he was considered a tank.
So it really knocked the wind out of him to see how humans couldn’t take one third of what he did.
And it really sent him into a spiral to see Casey Jones of all people hurt.
Things had gotten quite out of hand on their first patrol alone. Leo and Mikey were to far away and Don and April had been stuck doing some tech shit he couldn’t even begin to understand. So it had left him and Jones to figure shit out on their own.
Casey was no chump though, he couldn’t handle himself and then some.
But again, human flesh, human bones..
Raph had barely managed to catch him when a few of Shredder’s Foot soldiers decided to gang up on him and quite literally thought him at Raph. A slip, a fall and they had both fallen through a sky light. Raph had reacted as quickly as possible, shielding most of the damage from Casey.
It still didn’t stop him from hearing that crunch of something either breaking or fracturing. Once he’d shaken out his own cobwebs he found Casey on his side, holding himself and coughing. It seemed that this place had been abandoned long ago, the dust and lack of lighting was all Raph needed to know. Their only source of light was literally the moon and the broken hole his body had created when they fell.
“Case?? Hey man, talk to me, what’s yer damage?” Raph was just getting to his feet, a few his own joint popping. Casey hadn’t spoken yet, he was simply whimpering and groaning. As Raph approached he noticed that while he had taken the brunt of it all, it hadn’t been enough to save what simply looked like a broken leg. “Ah shit Case, c’mere” Raph knelt down beside him.
“Is it bad?! I don’t wanna even fucking look, cause I’m about to fucking cry” Casey propped himself on his elbows, face scrunched up in pain.
“News flash dickhead, yer crying” Raph sheepishly announced. He wanted to lighten the mood before he had to really deliver the worst news.
Raph went to get up but Casey hand shot out to grip his. “Hey man! Don’t leave a fallen soldier behind” He coughed out what could’ve been a chuckle hit Raph couldn’t tell. His green eyes fell on his and Casey’s joined hands. Never stopped amazing him just how different he was from humans, and while Casey wasn’t a short man by any means, his hand still dwarfed his by a mile.
Raph gently gripped it, noticed how nothing didn’t snap or break, if anything Casey gripped his more tightly. “I ain’t going nowhere, just gotta do something about ya leg, get ya outta here fast” It surprised him further just how calm his sounded, too gentle for his usual rough demeanor but then again Casey was literally crying from the pain and in that moment he gutted him too much.
“W-what? Like make a splint or however you call that shit?? Shit man is the bone sticking out-“ He went to look but Raph squeezed his hand and distracted him. “Might be a clean break but it still hurts like a bitch, just don’t look alright? I got ya” Call it autopilot but he couldn’t help but rub a reassuring circle over Casey’s hand with his thumb, and well, Casey didn’t seem to mind.
It took him a few second time slip out of Casey’s grip but he found a some pieces of wood. Raph looked about for anything he could use to keep the two piece of wood secured to Casey’s leg but he was drawing blanks.
“My shirt? Just use-“ Casey gripped the hem of his t-shirt but so unfathomable panic overtook Raph and he shook his head. “It’s fine, I’ll just use-yeah fuck it” He gripped his mask tails and went about untying them. His throat felt dry, why had he felt so nervous? Why did he feel so nervous?
Mask off, he placed the pieces of wood against Casey’s leg and secured it as best as he could with his mask, Casey inhaled sharply and smacked the floor but soon enough it was over.
“There, you’ll be back in the ice rink in no time, be a shitty hockey player like usual” That earned him a laugh from Casey who naturally flipped him off. “Guess I’m cancelling this months practice, fuck this is gonna suck” He did his best to sit up, pain written all over his features.
It didn’t occur to Raph that it was quite probable he would have to carry Casey out of here. They had to get to a safer spot before alerting Donnie.
“I-uh, gotta pick ya up man, get us both outta this shit hole, yer good?” He knelt and wrapped an arm around Casey’s back before scooping him up in what could only be described as a bridal carry.
“Be gentle with me, will ya?” Casey smirked, features still in pain but his humor never faltering.
Raph swallowed several times.
Why did he feel itchy? Like his skin was talking to him? Especially now that he felt Casey close to him. The way his head has plopped against his shoulder in exhaustion, the way an arm hand come up to rest on Raph’s shoulder.
He liked the shape of Casey’s back, like the way his hand firmly held him, secure and close.
He snuck a look down just as Casey looked up, face dirty and specks of blood.
“…Ya good?” Was all Raph could muster to ask.
“I’m good” Casey replied softly, corners of his mouth lifting.
Raph committed that into memory, Casey’s dirty blood speckled face, hair askew and matted by sweat.
He dug that image into the back parts of his brain.
Why did he like Casey Jones smiling up at him so much?
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