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pink-bandana-writes · 1 year

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No Good, Very Bad Day

Raphael x Reader

Prompt: Perhaps, reader has been stressed and he wants to help them feel better. Even better if it’s a friends to lovers trope where they are just friends in the beginning but this changes the nature of their relationship.

Note: I also love the friends to lovers trope! Confession fics are among my faves. I hope you like it! Ignore the title, it’s very fluffy, reader is just going through it lol.

Warnings: swears

Word Count: 1.1k

Reader is: Female-ish. (one use of the word girlfriend, but that’s it lmao)

It had been one hell of a stressful day. For starters, your insurance had fucked up your therapy. Your landlord still hadn’t fixed your broken showerhead. One of the customers at work had been an asshole, and it really put you in a bad mood. Add to that the lingering Facebook request from your ex and yeah……just not the best day.

So, a little storm cloud seemingly hovering over your head, you sat in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket, wearing your comfiest pair of pajamas. You had some snacks on the coffee table, and you were playing one of your favorite video games on your Switch, hoping to get your mind off of the everything, even if only for a little while.

After a while of sitting there alone, you heard a tap on your window. It was too soft to be a rogue pigeon forgetting what glass was, so it meant one of four things. However, when you approached, you quickly realized who it was crouched just outside your fire escape.

You pulled open the window and helped Raphael inside. He came to hang out sometimes, but you hadn’t been expecting him.

“Hey, Red. What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, just on patrol. Quiet night.” He shrugged. It took him a second, but once he got a better look at you, he could tell something was wrong. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just…it’s been a really long day.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in—”

“No! No, Raph, seeing you has actually been the best part of my day so far.”

His look of panic faded, replaced instead with a warm smile. “Alright, so how am I makin’ you feel better right now? What problems I gotta fix?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He assured you, tilting his head. “So let’s get to work.”

You walked over to the living room and told him everything that was going on.

“Well first of all, that asshole at work can get fucked. It’s not yer job to fix all of his problems.”

You laughed, nodding. “I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

“I can take a look at yer showerhead if ya want. And you’re always welcome to take showers down in the lair if ya gotta.” He assured you. “I didn’t even know it was broken.”

“It’s usable, but it’s barely a trickle coming out of it.”

“Mmm, gotcha. Well, I’ll see what I can do. We can call Donnie and see if he’s got any parts we could use in the meantime. And I can totally have him yell at ya insurance guy, too. He’s real good at that, knows all the legal mumbo jumbo.” Raph walked through all of your problems, and, as he always seemed to, he made you feel a lot better about everything.

“Thank you, Raph.” You told him sincerely, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Aww, shorty, no need for tears. I’ll take care of ya. I always will.” He promised, gathering you in his big strong arms, one of his large hands stroking through your hair comfortingly.

Something clicked then, while he was holding you. You’d always had a bit of a crush on Raph, admittedly. Who wouldn’t? He was big and strong and brave, loyal to a fault, and always willing to fight for you, no matter the cost. He was…well, he was everything you were looking for, honestly. He always had been.

The two of you split. Raph went to work on your showerhead while you ordered a pizza and texted Donnie about your insurance fiasco. Once the pizza arrived and the shower was more or less fixed, the two of you settled on the couch again, putting on a movie and enjoying each other’s presence.

Maybe it was because you felt like you had nothing to lose after the day you’d had, or maybe you were finally coming to your senses, but you looked at Raphael and stated with certainty, “You know, you’d be a really great boyfriend, Raphael.”

He froze for a long moment before chuckling sheepishly. “Yeah? What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re the best. I really don’t know what I’d do without you in my life and…I don’t want to know.”

His eyes were wide, heart racing so loudly, he was sure you could hear it from where you were sitting. “W-what are ya saying?”

“I like you, Raph. I have for a while. But if you don’t feel the same, nothing has to change. I’m okay with this, too.”

Raph set down his pizza and stared at you like a third eye had sprouted on your forehead. “You’re bein’ serious right now?”

“Of course I am. Why?”

“Well, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “I mean, look at me. You’re…You actually like me? Do ya need your eyeballs checked?”

“Of course I like you! Who wouldn’t?”

He scoffed. “Imma need you to elaborate on that.”

“Well for starters, you’re six-foot-five, super muscular, super handsome, but beyond that…you’re sweet. You’re kind, you’re a good listener, and you’re downright gentle when you want to be. You’re protective and brave and the most loyal and loving person I’ve ever met. You make me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met and I know that no matter what happens to me, you’ll always be there for me. Hell, you took the worst day I’ve had in a while and turned it around in twenty minutes.”

He stared at you for a long moment, kind of in shock. He forced a laugh so he didn’t burst into tears on the spot. “You’ve been keeping all of that tucked away in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Yep.” You shrugged, unsure of what else to say.

“You actually like me.” He stated, letting the pieces click. “See, just when I was starting to think my giant crush on you was hopeless…” He let out a little disbelieving laugh. “Holy shit.”

“So can I like kiss you now or…?”

Raph leaned over, crushing his lips to yours, cherishing the taste of them as your arms wound around his neck, tugging him closer to you. Raph pulled you into his lap, strong arms wrapping around your frame, your chest pressed to his. The way he kissed you left you breathless, and when you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, searching your eyes for any sign of disgust, but only finding love.

“Ya know, I think Mikey’s gonna be pissed I’m the first one to get a girlfriend.”

“And Casey’s gonna owe April like twenty bucks.” You said, causing him to laugh.

“So…ya still think I’m gonna be a good boyfriend.”

You nodded, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “The best, in fact.”

Taglist: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel

#raphael x reader #raphael #raph #raph x reader #tmnt aged up #tmntagedup #tmnt #bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt imagines #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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normal-sea-urchin · 5 months

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 6

whoo yeah, completed chapter six. sorry it took so long dudes. i kept putting it off. anyways here's like, 2,707 words of raph going through it

"Raph just sit still!" Donnie ordered. It had been about a day since Raph had gotten hit with a laser, right in the middle of his plastron. So, Donnie was sitting on the couch, checking his brother's plastron for any injuries. At least he was trying to, if Raph weren't so uncooperative.

"No! Quit touching me!" Raph countered, slapping Donnie's hand away. "I'm fine Don."

"You know what, fine. If you're going to keep swatting me away, then you can survive getting hit with a laser." Donnie caved. The tallest turtle packed up his medical supplies and left for his lab.

But before he could make it to said lab, Leo came out the dojo, a determined look on his face. "Gear up guys, we're going on a mission."

"Awwww, but Super Robo Mecha Force Five Team Fiiiiive." Mikey whined pulling himself away from his spot right in front of the TV.

"Sorry Mikey, but Super Robo Mecha Force will have to wait." Leo said, his strict tone of voice not wavering.

Donnie emerged from his lab after putting his med kit back, with his bo staff strapped to his back. Mikey jumped up off the floor and walked over to the entrance where Leo was standing. Raph also hopped up and walked over to the exit of the lair (which doubled as the entrance) only to be met with his brother's hand blocking him.

"Oh no. No way you're coming." Leo ordered. "Not with you hurt."

"What!? Whaddya mean hurt!? I'm fine!" raph yelled, raising his arms to the level of his head in protest. Leo responded with a cold glare.

"You're staying here. Master Splinter said so." Leo demanded.

"But you can't just-"

"Do you want to be off the team permanently Raph!?" Leo threatened. Raph took a step back, thinking about the threat, but still keeping retaining his scowl. And just like that, Leo turned about face and left for the Shellraiser, followed shortly by Donnie. Before leaving, Mikey turned back to Raph with a look of pity on his face. But before Raph could say anything, Mikey was already in the Shellraiser.

Raph stood in the entrance to the lair as he watched the Shellraiser speed off. He let out a low growl, before turning and stomping over to his punching dummy. He landed a blow. And another. And another. This repeated for a while until Raph's knuckles grew bloody. He stopped, bringing his hands in front of his chest, palms facing down.

He decided he should change out the bandages on his hands before his brothers get back, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Leo. He started walking towards his room, staring down at his bloody knuckles.

"Hello, my son." a familiar voice greeted. Raph jumped back, hiding his hands behind his shell and snapping his head upwards.

"Uh- Hello Sensei!" Raph hastily saluted. He hoped the nervous face that was shifted to try and display a smile wouldn't rat him out.

"Is there anything bothering you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired, stroking his beard.

"Uh, no Sensei. All good here." Raph lied. He presented a toothy smile, hoping it would appear sincere to his father.

"Hm, what do you have?" Splinter asked, leaning forward to peer over Raph's shoulder. Raph moved in response to try and hide his bloody hands from his father.

"Uh- Uh, nothing?" Raph replied. His tone of voice received a look of suspicion from his father, making Raph flash a fake smile in an attempt to seem more sincere.

"Very well, you may go." the rat dismissed. Raph began to take his leave, walking once more towards his room. Once he was past his father, he moved his hands from behind his shell to in front of him, hoping that his father didn't catch a glimpse of his bloody hands.

"Would you like me to patch up your hands, or were you planning on doing so yourself?"

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Raph sat on the floor of the dojo, holding out his hand for his father to bandage. Splinter's eyes were focused on Raph's right hand. He carefully wrapped around the knuckles, once, twice, a third time.

"What is upsetting you my son?" Splinter asked, breaking the silence. The rat looked up from his son's hand, attempting to make eye contact.

"Nothing Sensei." Raph muttered. He shifted his eyes to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Hmm, are you sure? It is not often that you are so aggressive with your punching bag." Splinter stated, keeping a calm tone. He was wrong. Or at least, not entirely right. Raph was this rough with the punching bag all the time. He supposed Splinter meant that he wasn't usually this rough with himself.

"I-I guess..." Raph trailed off. Should he tell him? Should he tell him? How would he react. His father's always telling him not to let his anger take control. But that's exactly what happened that night. "I guess Leo's just been getting on my nerves." Raph bluffed. His father hummed in reply.

"I just- It's-" Raph let out a heavy sigh, "Yesterday, I got hit while fighting the Kraang. Leo was all concerned, but when I told him I was fine, he got all mad like I was the bad guy!" Raph yelled.

"My son, you must understand that neither you, nor Leonardo is the villain." Splinter advised. The rat gently tied the bandages on his son's right hand and exchanged it for the right.

"Yeah, I know... I just don't get why he had to keep me from going on today's mission. It's not fair!" Raph complained. With Slash- Spike, mutated, Raph was alone, with no one who truly understood him.

"Hmm, yes. I did recommend that you stay here." Splinter stated.

"What!? Why?" Raph shrieked. He heard Leo say that Master Splinter didn't want him going on the mission, but he assumed that was just something Leo said to get him to listen.

"I did not want you getting hurt." His father admitted.

"But-"

"And neither did Leonardo. He is the leader of the team. He is under much pressure. He wants to do what he thinks is right. To him, that means preventing you from going on missions." The rat clarified.

"Hai Sensei." Raph sighed. By now, Splinter was done bandages Raph's knuckles.

After saying goodbye, Raphael finally made his way to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. The turtle rolled over, now lying on his shell. Raph lifted his hand up and stared at his knuckles. The turtle slowly brought his hand back down to the side of his shell. His bed felt nice and fairly warm, a small nap while waiting for his brothers to get back wouldn't hurt. His eyes began to droop down, and before long, he fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

Now asleep, Raph's mind drifted between his thoughts. It drifted to the coffee he drank this morning, it drifted to his brothers, it drifted to Super Robo Mecha Force, and eventually it drifted back to the death of Casey Jones, which at this point had a tendency to consume Raph's thoughts.

The next thing he knew, there was a whisper. It sounded far away, but even with the distance, the voice sounded familiar. Though, the turtle couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying. It started as a mumble. Then grew slightly louder. And a bit more louder. Until eventually, it became intelligible. "Get up. Wake up." A moment or two passed. "Wake UP!" the voice commanded. And with that, Raph's eyes shot open.

His vision was fuzzy but wherever he was, it consisted mainly of different shades of grey. Man, how long was he out? He stood up, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized where he was. Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. No no no no no no no, not here! He easily recognized where he was; the alley from the night of Casey Jones's death. He looked around frantically, trying to find out how the hell he had gotten here.

Everything felt... fuzzy? It felt weird, not quite like a dream, but definitely not reality. The air around Raph felt thick, like molasses. But oddly enough, when he tried to move, he did so with ease. He determined he was simply in a lucid dream. What other explanation was there?

"What's the matter?" Raph heard a voice; it was the one he had heard whispering in his mind just a few moments ago. It sounded closer than last time. The turtle reached for his sai only to find they weren't there. He craned his neck to the side to look down to where his sai should have been.

"Looking for your salad tongs?" the voice taunted. Raph snapped his head back up and started frantically searching for whomever was talking to him. It was weird, there was something familiar about the voice that Raph couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Salad tongs!?" Raph echoed, a hint of anger in his voice. But there was no reply. Raph tried calling out to the voice again only to feel something he couldn't see cover his mouth.

"Boo!" the voice whispered in his ear. Raph whipped around only to find nothing there. Whoever's voice he was hearing, they were fast. Just as that thought passed Raph's mind, a figure became visible.

Oh no...

The apparition was that of Casey Jones's...

Now that Raph's thoughts weren't clouded with rage like the night they first met, he took a moment to look over the boy. He menacingly stood there, his skull mask still covering his face. The specter's eyes were white, all white. No irises, no pupils, no blood vessels. His hood was down, revealing his Irish-black hair. It appeared that he didn't have his weapons, or was even wearing a holster. He was wearing three layers? Who does that? His clothes had spray paint stains here and there. Before Raph could make any further observations, the spirit spoke.

"What's the matter, surprised to see me?" Casey asked in a tone that sent shivers up Raph's spine. The man chuckled a bit before beginning to approach Raph. The turtle's voice was trapped in his own throat. He truly couldn't say anything, no matter how much he mentally yelled at himself to.

"What? Did ya really think you'd killed me?" the ghost teased. He stopped just in front of Raph, whose nervous system felt like it was burning.

"I- You- No..." Raph muttered. Why was he back here? How was Casey back here? How was he back here? His brain was scrambled; he couldn't piece together a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"Hm?" the human(?) responded, "What was that?"

"You... You're- You're not supposed to be here." Raph forced out.

"Don't be so sure." the apparition mocked. A cold gust of wind hit Raph's shoulder, sending a shiver through Raph's right arm. The feel of the moment greatly changed. The spirit seemed more serious. Deadly serious.

"You. You left me. To die." Casey bitterly spoke. "Why? What did I do to deserve death? And at your hand."

Raph felt his guilt consume him. It felt like a lump in his throat, the kind you get just before crying. The turtle craned his neck down, to stare at his feet in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He felt his remorse eat away at him. "I- I'm-" Raph stuttered. "I'm sorry..." he choked out.

A moment passed. "No." the specter mumbled. "No, you don't get closure." sharply uttered. Raph craned his neck up to face the ghost. They locked eyes. (At least, Raph thinks they did. It was hard to tell considering Casey's eyes were white.) Casey's dead eyes stared down at Raph, who was paralyzed in place. The ghost swiftly raised his fist in preparation for a beatdown.

"WAKE UP DUDE!"

Raph shot awake, now sitting up. He quickly looked around, only to find that he was once again in his room. He felt tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He turned to his left to see who had woken him up from his nightmare. It was Mikey, with a severely concerned look on his face. He was sitting on the edge of Raph's bed, next to the red-masked turtle's legs.

"Dude, are you okay? I came in here to check on you and you were crying in your sleep!" Mikey explained. His hands were on Raph's shoulders, grip getting tighter by the moment. Raph lifted his hand to his face and wiped away the tears.

"I'm fine, Mikey." Raph insisted. He pushed his younger brother's hands away. Raph waited for Mikey to leave. And waited a bit longer. He and his younger brother kept eye contact as several moments passed.

"...No." the younger turtle finally responded. Raph flinched back in shock at Mikey's reply.

"What do you mean no?" Raph questioned, a hint of anger seeping into his voice.

"No, you aren't fine! You've been acting weird for months! Literally!" Mikey insisted. He put his hands on his older brother's shoulders. Raph opened his mouth, about to argue with Mikey, when he cut him off.

"And before you say anything about 'oh I'm fine,' no, you aren't! The time you were staring off into the sewers, the time you 'tripped' after getting out of the shower and acted super weird, the time you screamed for no reason while on our way back from a mission. And Leo told me about the time in the dojo."

Raph was shocked that Mikey of all turtles had picked up on his troubles. Then again, Mikey was by far the most in tune with emotions in comparison to the rest of his brothers. "So what's with you dude!? Is- Is it me...?" Mikey trailed off, retracting his hands from his brother's shoulders. His brow furrowed behind his orange mask, as he squinted his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown.

"Did I do something wrong?" the orange-masked turtle whispered sorrowfully. What? No. No. No! Raph thought to himself. This wasn't Mikey's fault, it was Raph's. Why would Mikey blame himself. Raph was snapped out of his thoughts by a small sniffling noise coming from his younger brother. His head snapped up to look at Mikey.

He was crying.

Without a moment of hesitation, Raph wrapped his arms around his little brother, trapping his in a warm embrace. Mikey waited a second, shocked that his older brother was hugging him. But after a second or two, he hugged him back. And so they sat there, for only a few minutes, encased in each other's arms. Eventually they pulled away, warm smiles on each of their faces.

"So wait. If it's not me bumming you out what is it?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence. Raph sharply inhaled before letting out a deep sigh. He really didn't know if he could trust Mikey with this. Would he tell the others? Would he understand? He was the most in tune with emotions and junk, so maybe? But would he tell the others? Mikey had a habit of ratting his brothers out when any of them told him a secret.

Clearly having sensed his brother's inner turmoil, Mikey placed his hand on Raph's left shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bro." Mikey reassured.

"...Thanks Mikey." Raph responded, waiting a moment before saying anything. Raph rarely showed his softer side. Or really any side of him that wasn't angry. But there were moments like these during which he let his heart open, for comforting his brothers and such (most often Mikey).

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch Super Robot Mecha Force. Later dude!" The orange turtle stated, bouncing up and out the door. His sudden exit had left Raph slightly confused, but not so confused that it consumed his thoughts. The red-masked turtle lied back down in his bed. He let his eyes flutter shut as he drifted back off to sleep.

Things would be alright. This would be alright. Yeah. Everything would be fine as long as Raph had his brothers.

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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Alright, I don't know if you're still taking requests but I had this fun little idea and I just had to leave it here.

A platonic Turtle bois + April(& Casey Jr if possible, don't feel obligated to if you don't feel like writing him tho) x Reader where the gang asks the Reader who's their favorite one(as in favorite best friend), and Reader just insists they don't do favorites until one day Reader forgets their sketchbook there and when the gang takes a little peak at it they just find pages upon pages filled to the brim with full on Mikey drawings(colored, shaded and all), doodles, sketches, even handmade stickers and all along with other stickers that resemble Mikey(like Pizza stickers, tangerines since it's the same as his color, radio boxes, skates all that jazz)

This is totally not because Mikey is my favorite character in the entire series and I think he's pretty underrated compared to his other brothers-

Anon🌠

The Favorite

author’s note: INSTANT YES, I love it, I completely agree, here you are my 🌠 anon

warnings: capital F for Fluff c; unedited

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“We all know who it is,” Leo said smugly. Kicking his feet up on the coffe table. “Know who? What now?” You said looking up from your phone. You hadn’t realized it but everyone was looking at you. The turtles, April, and Casey. “Okay I’m definitely missing something..” you said feeling nervous from all their stares. “Oh ya know just that I’m your favorite friend!” Leo continued to say, a wide smirk on his face.

“Leo, don’t kid yourself, I’m their favorite,” Raph said throwing a pillow at the blue clad turtle, it smacked him squarely in the face since he had those smug eyes closed. “Oomph!” He sputtered. “Scoff! You two?? The favorite??? My calculations would state otherwise,” Donnie pipped up. “And let me guess your calculations say you?” Casey asked crossing his arms with a slight smile. “Exactly future boy, exactly,” Donnie replied.

“Well I’d definitely want to be the favorite,” Mikey said excitedly, turning in his bean bag to give you the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Sorry boys, I mean the answer is obviously April O’Neil~~~” April sang confidently. Soon everyone was claiming to be the favorite, trying to talk over one another until you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts.

“Guys!” You said and immediately they hushed, looking expectantly at you, each ready to be proven right. “I don’t have a favorite!” You exasperated, shaking your head at all of them sincerely. “Yes, let them down easy Y/n, the truth can stay between us,” Leo said quickly, because he had totally expected you to say his name. “Leo I’m serious! How could I possibly choose between my best friends??”

“Easy, by saying April O’Neilllllll~~~” she sang again and everyone started arguing again! Casey shot you a glance, shaking his head as if to say ‘oh well what’re you gonna do?’ He had to deal with this same situation not too long ago. He had tried to say the same thing, that he loved everyone equally but c’mon, Leo is totally his favorite. Casey told him so privately just so Leo didn’t break down.

Thankfully they dropped it after you kept your answer steady. No favorites! You were happy to be friends with them alllll. A week went by and you were back at the lair, thinking that the whole discussion was finally over with. When suddenly you got an important call, “Oh my god, I think this is them!! This is it!! I either get the job or get let down!!” Everyone wished you good luck as you stepped out of the living area into the sewers for some privacy.

You had been doodling in your sketchbook, leaving it closed and unattended. Leo’s eyes turned mischievous after a moment of silence. “The time has come!” He announced and everyone was looking his way like ‘oh lord what’s he about to do.’ “Y/n’s prized art book will surely tell us who the favorite is!” Mikey was just as curious as Leo but he knew how private a sketchbook was. “I don’t know Lee..” he started to say reluctantly.

“How about this Mikey just a quick peek!” Raph said as Leo snatched the book, everyone leaning closer from their seats. The first few pages was of the entire group, all laughing or making silly faces which made everyone smile and “awe.” But as Leo kept flipping through pages, the main color of choice became orange. Sketches of Mikey and his stickers, skateboard, the boombox radio he carried around. Mikey’s face flushed a dark green, more than flattered that you had chosen to draw him. “Well well well, Angelo would’ve been my second guess,” Donnie said informatively. It didn’t come as a surprise to the purple turtle because Mikey was his favorite brother.

Leo kept flipping until the pages turned blank. “So Mikey, how’s it feel to be the favorite?” He sniffed, a little jealous but happy for his brother. Especially when he saw how happy Mikey was. “Hurry and put it back Leo!” He said not wanting to get caught rifling through your things. “Guyyyys!” You shouted from the sewers and no sooner you were back into the common area. “I got the job!!” You said smiling a big cheesy smile. Congratulations and cheers were in order and April gave you a big hug, knowing how hard it was to get not just a job but a good job!

Mikey was still reeling from the secret knowledge of him being your favorite. So when the whole gang piled into the hug, he gave you an extra squeeze a slight blush still on his face. “You draw really well by the way,” Leo said in the middle of the hug. A moment of silence for those words to settle and you gasped, “you didn’t!!!” you said in an accusatory tone. He smiled sheepishly, “hey wasn’t just me!” and you turned to the whole group, “so we’re going through everyone’s things now?!”

“It was Leo’s idea,” Donnie made sure to say. “And none of you stopped him?!” Mikey’s fingers came together tapping, “well I tried, but I’m happy I got to see your sketchbook, you do draw really well..” Mikey gave you the brightest smile and it was your turn to blush. Realizing he had seen all of the drawings you did of him, of his things. “I can’t believe you guys!!” You sputtered trying to maintain an angry expression but at this point you were just flattered at getting compliments from Mikey. He inspired you greatly and you thought his artwork was the best out there. “Well, the favorite can make it up to you somehow,” Leo teased and you groaned.

Yeah… Mikey was your favorite.

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Another ‘it came to me on the train’ fic about my favourite turts 🐢

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Clap-clap!

Donnie winced, putting the soldering iron back into its holster preemtptively. He supposed three hours in the workshop without being bothered was verging on unheard-of territory, post-Kraang. He and his brothers hadn’t been more than a room apart ever since; but then Dad had taken Raph out into the countryside to ‘look after Todd’s puppies for a weekend’ (read: cuddle soft and drooling things, get some fresh air and probably have a good cry).

And after an uncomfortably huggy goodbye, Leo and Mikey had decided to medicate their way through the separation with sugar and Netflix specials. Donnie had declined to partake, of course. He had work to do - nothing to do with taking his mind off missing his big brother, not at all! - and besides, he wasn’t the biggest fan of sugar. It made his teeth itch. But now, apparently, the party was coming to him.

Joy.

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Clap-clap!

‘C.E.O, Entrepreneur,” his brothers sang in harmony,

“Born in 1964 -

Doooonnieeee,

Donatelloooooo...”

Donnie turned in his chair, pushing his goggles onto his forehead. In the doorway (time to change the entry code to the workshop, again) stood his twin and his baby brother; both wearing blazers, sunglasses and smirks. Mikey’s were pink and shaped like hearts, Leo’s were yellow and pointy, and neither were conducive to UV protection. The pair were practically trembling from repressed energy; Donnie could almost visualise the carnage of demolished Oreos, soda cans and sherbert (thank you soooo much for that one, April - ‘something sweet for your unsupervised night at home’, she’d said...) strewn across the common room floor.

“C’mon, Donnie, you can do it,” sang Mikey, bouncing in place to the beat.

“Pave the way, put your back into it,” Leo joined in, tapping his toe to keep time.

“Tell us why,” Mikey shimmied into the workshop, “show us how --”

Leo held up a picture of a soft-shelled turtle on his phone, pointing at it for unwarrented emphasis.

“Lookit where you came from --”

He then lunged across the floor, arms outstreched towards his twin, who smacked his hands away with a displeased snarl. “Look at you now.”

Donnie rested his chin on the back of his chair, unamused, as the pair launched into what could only be described as a TikTok dance. Perfectly in time, cheorographed to death, ending with Mikey doing the worm and Nardo attempting to stand on his hands to twerk against the workshop wall. A toolbox fell to the floor, knocked from a shelf by his flailing feet, and Donnie’s eye began to twitch.

“Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet,

Amateurs can fuckin’ suck it...”

“I appreciate the sentiment, bretheren,” Donnie snarked, “but I really do have to work, and --”

“C’mon Don,” Mikey sang, yanking Donnie’s chair into the middle of the room and spinning it so violently that the room became a purple-tingled blur, “Get ‘em --!”

“That’s it!” Donnie yelled, his patience frying, limbs flailing wildly in rage. “Out!! Out, the pair of you, foul sugar-goblins! You...I...can’t...gaaaahhh you annoy me so much!!!”

Leo tumbled head over heels to the floor with a giggle, sending spikes of irritation through Donnie’s chest. He tried to rise to his feet in order to shoo them out...and succeeded only in falling back onto his butt with a thump, making Leo laugh even more. Inertia of the fluids in the inner ear; very much a thing, even for mad scientist turtles. “Ugh. Dizzy. Why you insist on bothering me, I’ll never know...”

“Because we love you, Donnie,” Mikey said, more sincerely than Donnie had expected, sitting cross-legged at his feet. Donnie swallowed the pang of surprise and guilt in his throat.

“Ahem...now, don’t pull that card,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You just wanted to irritate me, to distract me from my work, to...”

“Yeah.” Mikey blinked. “Because we love you. And we want to hang out with you.”

“I...um. Ah.”

There was suddenly a lump in Donnie’s throat, making speech - annoyed or otherwise - difficult. If Casey’s arrival had taught him one thing, it as that somewhere out there, in the millions upon billions of ultimate universes, timelines, paradoxes and whatever else lay tantalisingly out of his reach, there was a version of him that would have killed for the luxury of being annoyed by his brothers’ attention. Who would have loved one more day of sugar-rush-induced, hyperactive Leo - snickering to himself on the floor, bruised and scarred but healing. Who would’ve treasured a Mikey who was still a dumb kid, wearing silly, heart-shaped sunglasses indoors - not a Mystic Warrior with the fate of multiple worlds on his shoulders.

Who would give anything for their Raph to be ‘just’ a few hundred miles away, covered in dog slobber and tears and hopefully getting a good night’s sleep.

At least one version of him. There were a million ways the invasion could have succeeded. A million tiny mistakes that could have plunged them into disaster and dystopia. A million Donnies who would trade places with him in a heartbeat.

Sometimes, he really did feel every bit as selfish as people thought he was.

Donnie sighed.

“Is there any sherbert left?”

“Like, two packets?” Leo said. “The gross fake banana ones.”

“Wanna watch me snort both of them then skateboard down the new ramp?”

Mikey gasped. “The real steep one?! No waaay...”

“Standing on your hands,” Leo smirked.

“Wh --”

Donnie’s twin folded his arms across his chest. “It’ll be easy for you, Lair Games Champ.”

“I...uuuuuuuugh, fine.” The world was finally standing still for long enough for Donnie to haul himself to his feet. “On my hands it is.”

“Yeah, baby!” Mikey said, leaping to his feet with a beaming smile. “Don-ah-tell-oooooh, let’s gooo!”

“Come on, then. Last one there has to clean up the inevitable blood loss...”

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fic #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #Potential Title: The Boys Discover Bo Burnham; Shenanigans Ensue

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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hiya! saw that reqs are still open so do you think you could maybe do a rise!donnie x reader thing where his s/o comes out as transmasc? i'm transmasc and i've been having a bit of a Time these last few days so it would be veryyy swag to read something sweet and chill and affirming in these trying times u feel! ty

Woke up to a fellow transmasc in need of assistance and said fuck ask box order I gotta be there for my homie, and then blearily wrote this. It's almost 5am I need to be up for class at 6..

Also u can pry Transmasc Rise Donnie (+ Leo) out of my cold dead hands

Warnings; accidental misgendering, I'm not sure if I cursed yall I mightve

( Romantic ) Rise ! Donnie x Male (Transmasc) Reader

Mutual Understanding

It was a dingy morning in New York city, and you were currently standing by as the guys fought over who got to play DDR next.

You smiled as you watched them all, feeling that sense of familiar comraderie as you watched Rpah and Leo start to wrestle, giving Mikey and Donnie ample time to steal the machine.

You decided you wanted in as soon as they rushed for the machine, so you smiled and stepped onto one of them, Donnie rushing up beside you with a grin.

"Haha! I win! I won! I got here first, in your FACES!" He cackled, as you turned to see Mikey next to you, staring at you like you had killed his cat.

"Sorry Mike, rules are rules. You'll get next turn." You smiled, as Leo slid up next to Mikey, glaring playfully at you.

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

"You don't." Donnie spoke from behind you, causing you to let out a little laugh before turning to the machine.

Donnie picked a song and gave you a grin, you returned it easily before the game started up, and the two of you were off, stomping on tiles and humming along to the familiar tune.

In the end it was a close race, but Donnie did come out on top. But the other guys still applauded your effort.

"You did so good! Like lightnin on your feet!" Raph exclaimed, and you got just a bit bashful.

You were about to say thank you, when you felt Donnie's weight over you shoulder, glancing over to see him grin at Raph.

"I know, I know, I just have the best girlfriend-" your face dropped and you glanced to the floor, unconsciously tensing up at the comment.

God. You still hadn't said anything.

You had discovered.. one or two things, weeks ago! After months of not really being sure, you now had a definitive answer, but you were too scared to even bring it up.

Unbeknownst to you, Donnie had instantly felt you tense underneath him, but he continued his gloating as not to put you under any unneeded attention.

Once he was done gloating however, he pulled you to the side. You happily being tugged along as Mikey and Raph hopped onto the machines.

Donnie put his hands on your shoulders, giving you a worried look. "What happened? You tensed up and shut down, was it something I said?"

You blinked, surprised that you had been called out so easily. "Uhm, well.. I mean.. it's complicated.. I just.." you glanced over at the others, feeling your stomach turn at the idea of saying something in front of all of them.

Donnie caught your glance and hummed, thinking for a moment. "We could go to my lab? Or my room if you're more comfortable there."

You looked at him, face sincere as you nodded hesitantly.

He smiled a bit and nodded back before gently taking your hand and leading you out of the room and into his lab.

The familiar white noise soothes your nerves, and you feel yourself relaxing before making eye contact with Donnie.

He's looking at you so worriedly, taking one of your hands into his and holding gently, and suddenly you're confused as to why you were ever nervous about telling him this.

And so you take a deep breath, preparing yourself. "Okay so.. this has been.. bothering me, for a long time. And I only just recently figured out why.." you spoke softly, glancing up at him from the floor.

He saw you look and nodded encouragingly, trying to be as supportive as possible.

"Okay uhm.. I'm just gonna rip the bandaid off." You decided out loud, standing up straighter and squaring your shoulders.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and- "I'm trans!"

You peeked your eyes open when you were met with silence, your whole body deflating as the anxiety caught up to you for a moment,

"I.. I mean, transmasc. Like I.. I'm a boy, or like boy adjacent- I came across the term a little bit ago and it fit really well and-"

You cut yourself off as he put a hand on your shoulder, smiling in that amused way of his, for some reason.

"It's okay, I understand what transmasc means. Well.." he paused, pushing down a grin as he squeezed your hand. "I'm trans as well. I didn't think you'd find out like this of all the ways you could've, but admittedly this is a bit of a relief-" he kept talking but you didn't hear it, too preoccupied with the idea of your boyfriend, also being trans. It made everything else so so much easier..

You cut him off as you squeezed his hand, looking at him as you barely held yourself together. "..can I hug you?" You asked softly, and his heart practically broke under the weight of your stare.

He nodded, and instantly your arms were around him, shaking just a bit. He wrapped his arms around you in return, muttering into your shoulder,

"This was really eating at you huh.."

You nodded, sniffling a bit.

"Well, I'll have you know that you needn't worry about the others. I shan't say any specifics but I'm absolutely positive they'll have a similar reaction as I did." He squeezed you tighter, "You have nothing to worry about."

You nodded, slowly rocking the two of you back and forth. "Is.. is it okay if we just stay like this for a while? I just really needed a hug."

"Mhm, I'll let you know if I get uncomfortable."

"Thank you.." you mumbled, almost bursting into tears as you felt Donnie press his face into your shoulder.

"Of course."

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #rottmnt donatello #Romeo Writes

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kurlyfrasier · 2 years

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Love Unknown (Part 3)

Most patient Nonny in the entire world! I have finally, FINALLY, finished your request! I hope you enjoy it and I profusely apologize for the wait (I am also sorry to anyone else who has been waiting). You are AMAZING, my friend!

Pairing: Raph x Reader

The Request (includes obvious warnings): its about angst, (spoiler), fight, blood and (spoiler again). ok, raph had a fight with reader so he say bad things to her, so he listens music (ZAYN & Sia - Dusk Till Dawn) because he was sad and crying but she could never hate raph, so after raph… (I’m leaving this part out of the request so there’s not so many spoilers) ….so he goes to reader and they make up. (possible trigger warning in tags that I took out of this request; may have to expand tags to see it)

A/N: I actually don’t watch any of the TMNT series’ so I know nothing about Destructor X (I’m assuming that’s who you wanted as the villain. I had to look it up). So, I took the liberty of changing the villain to one I know a tiny, itty bitty bit more about. I sincerely apologize if this ruins it for you. Also, this is a first draft.

Disclaimer: I own no TMNT anything, nor do I know any NYC geography, song belongs to Zayn & Sia, and last - but not least - Nonny owns this lovely, specific request! Honestly, I could do SO MUCH with this and it was hard to choose how to go about it. Last thing, I promise: If anyone thinks of a better title, PLEASE SHARE IT cuz I am terrible at coming up with titles.

Word Count: 957

Raph shot up, heart thudding, and lungs gasping for air as his eyes adjusted to his bedside lamp light.

“Good. You’re up,” Leo stated as he walked by, looking ready for their nightly vigilante routine. “Time to go topside.”

“Can’t,” Raph quickly replied, his brain catching up with reality as he swiftly got out of bed and ran for the dojo, dodging his brother as he left his room.

It was a dream.

“You what?” Leo called after him. Raph could imagine the scrunched up, confused look on his brother’s face.

A nightmare.

“Got somethin’ I gotta do,'' he hollered without looking back. For once, Leo didn’t try to get the last word in.

A night terror, really.

Raph half expected pouring rain as he opened the manhole, but found the city dry. The cloudless sky was a balm to his raging soul, calming his still pounding heart. Once on a roof he could clearly see the sunset on the horizon and headed your way. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, heedless of anyone that could see him below. All he could think of was getting to you as fast as possible. He had to make sure you were okay. That you were safe and unharmed. Visions of the nightmare ran through his mind on repeat, causing him to stumble. If he stopped he didn’t think he would make it. If he stopped, Karai might get to you.

One last leap had him landing on your rooftop.

A couple of fire escapes down had him outside your bedroom.

He paused, unsure of where he stood with you after the argument that morning. Uncertain if you would even be home. He started pacing in the small space. Two, maybe three steps had him turning back around. Again and again he paced; back and forth, back and forth as his mind spun. What should he do? There was no way you would want him there.

He should’ve called.

Or texted.

Or someth-

“Raph?” Your voice, calm and curious, had him spinning to face you.

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“Is everything okay?” You asked, inwardly cringing at the tremor in your voice as you climbed through the window and onto the fire escape to join him. Raph only paced when he was worried or ranting, so the question was mostly out of politeness, giving him the choice to open up if he wanted.

“You’re okay,” he breathed out so quietly you thought maybe you weren’t meant to hear it, but you nodded in reply anyway as his frantic gaze looked you up and down, hands in fists. “You’re really okay.”

“Yeah,” a nervous giggle escaped with the word as you took a tentative step toward him, an arm reaching out from habit before you stopped yourself. You weren’t sure where you stood with him after the argument from earlier in the day and didn’t want to cross any lines there may now be between you two. “Are you okay? You look kinda shook up.”

“Yeah- I mean-” he sighed, sounding heavy and frustrated as his fists finally relaxed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking unsure of himself - which was odd. “Look swee’heart, I’m sorry.” His hand fell to his side, but you barely noticed, focusing on the new pet name. ‘Shorty’, you had heard plenty of times. And ‘pipsqueak’. But never something so loving. Never something that made it seem like you guys were more. The thought had your heart pounding in your chest and suddenly you were worried that he could have super hearing and-

“For everything. I was a real jerk this morning- and look-” he leaned down to your eye level and gently grabbed your shoulders, bringing you back to the conversation. “You gotta promise me somthin’.”

When you stayed silent for a beat too long he shook you just enough to make sure you were paying attention.

“Promise me, (y/n).”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah. Anything.”

“If you eva - and I mean eva - get taken by The Foot or Karai or anybody who’s an enemy you gotta tell ‘em whateva they wanna know. Okay?”

“What?” Your face scrunched in confusion and you shook your head, wishing Raph’s heavy hands would let go so you could back away from this nonsense. “No,” you whispered out. If you ever got taken, which was unlikely in your mind, you wouldn’t dare betray the boys like that. “Why would I ever-”

“Please,” Raph pleaded, voice breaking. “I can’t- I need-” he choked out.

“Raph,” you said softly, heart beating frantically for whole new reasons as you slowly raised your hands to grip his wrists in comfort. For you or for him, you weren’t sure. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“Nothin’,” he straightened up, breaking your hold on him, his eyes focusing on everything other than you. “I fell asleep, is all, and-”

“You had a nightmare, didn’t you,” you finished for him, taking a confident step forward. You settled a hand on his plastron, hoping it conveyed everything you’ve ever wanted to say to him. That you would never judge him. That you love how protective he is. That you would always be there for him. That you love him.

Your touch finally had him making eye contact with you, eyes begging and broken.

“I just gotta know your safe, swee’heart,” he said, eyes shuttering as he took a deep, calming breath. “I can’t live- I don’t know what I’d do if- please don’t hate me.”

You jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, heart breaking at his words. “Raph, I could never hate you,” tears fell unbidden as you continued. “I love you.”

His return embrace calmed your pounding heart, answering the question you had always wished for but never let yourself think was possible.

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#tmnt #writing #fanfic #raph #leo #raph x reader #emotions #no violence in this part

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Cross fire

CH 2

Raph x my oc Riona

Warnings ;again! This work has triggering content!

An; I sincerely apologise for being mia this week! Work has been truly kicking my ass! I hope you enjoy this chapter! It is unedited atm so serious apologies!

As she scrutinised him , fear bubbled up in her throat. Not of him, but of the words he had previously uttered. It must have been some cruel joke. After everything she had went through, that she had done, the person she was destined to be with stood before her. Inches away from her face, hand splayed against the door, blocking her escape. Those amber green eyes stared back at her, at first, fierce and passionate. Now, he was cautious, slowly raising his large hands , as though she was a wild animal he was terrified to startle. If only It could be so easy, To get to know him, to let him in, to give him a chance. To indulge and be human for once, hell, to give this new life a chance.

“Riona! Help me! Please! You ha-“

Inhaling sharply, she shook off the Jolt, ignoring those dead memories and snuffing that wishful thinking. she steadied herself, straightened her form. Riona had a reason to be here, regardless of her new found soulmate. Slipping back into that conditioned state of mind as easily as exhaling.

“ I’m warning you, back up.”

Oh, she was icy.

It was the great bara’s turn to react. Those beautiful lovely eyes of his widening, she watched the realisation wash over him. He listened, straight away, jolting back as though he had been burned. He wasn’t as good as hiding the shock as she was. Upon further inspection , he had weapons , they all did. One by one, she scanned the massive turtles, she couldn’t afford distractions. Not like this.

The one in the blue was staring at her , like she had kicked his dog. Arms folded across his chest, tension rippling beneath his thick muscles. He was ready for anything coming, she’d have to watch him. The orange clad turtle couldn’t stop looking between her and her supposed soulmate. Who was still staring at her, the dark headed woman tried her best to keep her own emerald eyes off him. Maybe he joined the dots after she uttered that sentence, then again, maybe he didn’t. To be fair, all the turtles where looking at her , funny. She didn’t like it one bit. The purple four eyes had pulled a lense down over his glasses, staring at her, it made her back up with unease.

“ whoah there killer.” The one in the blue, must be the boss, spoke up first. “ just calm down alright. “ he was authoritative on how he spoke. “ look, I don’t have time for trouble alright?”her tone was somewhat impatient , she rolled her shoulders back, making an effort to appear more calm. Her phone went off; she didn’t make a move to answer, letting it ring out.

“ Ryan, they don’t want trouble, trust me, these are our friends.” Riona raised a brow, an indignant expression on her face. Screwing up her nose slightly. Mikey, the ray of sunshine decided it would be best , in his words, “ to ease the bad vibes.” Approached the veteran , threw an arm around her toned shoulders. “ I know right? I’m confused too, I don’t even know why we are friends with those losers.” Mikey whispered/ shouted into riona’s ear, causing her to wince. Resisting the urge to react negatively to the unwanted contact she shrugged him off.

She was trying to avoid the elephant in the room , the largest of the four, who was still gawking at her in disbelief. She had to get out of here. Her phone rang again. Fuck, she needed to take this call.

“ okay well if you don’t want any trouble, I’m gonna go, she turned to walk away, only to walk head first into a hard surface. She cursed under her breath and glared up at the red clad turtle. “ you won’t be telling anyone about this. “ their leader spoke up, voice low. She swivelled her head to face him , remembering to school her bored expression. “ if you do, we will find you, Ryan , black. “ she smirked slowly before breaking into a wicked grin. Play nice all she wants but the woman didn’t take well to threats. “ or what? You will do nothing. “ She raised a brow. The melodic call of her phone went off again. Turning to face April “ I’ll be home late, ah, don’t wait up I guess.” With that she turned to leave, this time, being sure to avoid the large brute before her . Shooting him a look before she intentionally shouldered his arm Whilst brushing past him, she left without a hiccup. Slamming the door for good measure.

Raph POV.

“ I’m warning you, back up.”

What.

There was no way.

Shock spread across the largest turtles expression as he stared the stranger down, those words where so etched into his brain at this point, he spent countless nights drifting to sleep reading that small sentence that had been permanently embedded into his scales. He remembered when he was younger, his brothers used to give him grief that his soulmate would probably be as stubborn as he was. Well , at least they weren’t wrong.

It was as though someone had picked the perfect idea of his dream woman and put her right infront of him. The dark hair and swarthy olive toned skin, that bad attitude when she stood up to his older brother, hell, that grin nearly killed him. He was shocked that she didn’t even balk at the sight of them.

Well, there was the fleeting moment he rushed in and halted her escape. The way she looked at him, that confusion mixed with hesitance , he couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t even bring himself to speak, this couldnt be happening. Not for him. He didn’t deserve someone, well, like that.

“ that’s you told Leo.” Donnie broke the brute from his inner turmoil , clasping two big hands atop their leaders shoulders. “ can you believe that? She basically laughed in my face!” Leo was affronted! Shock and disbelief evident on his features. Mikey couldn’t help but laugh, “ wouldn’t expect nothing less of our dear, RAPHAEL’s soulmate.” Digging and elbow into the ribs of his older brother, only to be met with Raph shoving him away.

“ shut up numb nuts, that’s not true.” It couldn’t have been, it was most defiantly a sick joke played on him by the universe. Tempt him with his dream girl! Of course! Leo and Donnie caught on, remembering the earlier conversation. Both Paling slightly with shock. All the brothers knew the words tattooed into each others skin. Leo already regretting how he handled things.

“ what do you mean it’s not true! Raph that’s what’s on your wrist dude! “ the red turtle just turned away, he couldn’t process this, it was just too much.

“ I don’t know man, theres no way, she didn’t even react , she woulda’ mentioned surely, and even if she did it’s just a no go.” His insecurities where on full display and April couldn’t help but cut them off. “ when she comes home, I’ll get a look at her wrist okay?” He was greatful for that, truly she was. Casey however, he was suspicious about her still.

“ it doesn’t make sense, who sees four massive turtles and doesn’t freak out? Wait here, who doesn’t freak out when one threatens you?” He was aghast, so confused by the interaction that had just played out “ I don’t know dude, maybe she’s not a bitch like you.” Mikey interjected. Donnie was next to answer. “ no honestly, he has a point, I mean , logically speaking, every human we have met have freaked out, even April, it is a little strange.”

Usually he would have laughed, joined in on ripping Casey a new one or give Donnie stick for using the word logically for like the tenth time, but now he could just about think straight.

It was well into the night by the time Leo decided it was time they all headed back to the lair, after yet another quiet night. God! Raph could do with punching some bad guys right about now, he had been a bag of nerves and feelings ever since Ryan made her exit. How the hell was he supposed to handle this? Did he want to handle this? I mean, what was he to do? Pursue her? Yeah, like she’s want that.

Just before bidding goodbyes, Donnie and Casey’s radios went off. “Severe disturbance north Brooklyn, multiple Victims, gun shots fired , foot activity. “

“ hell fucking yeah” Raph couldn’t help but grin, already heading for the window, the rest of his brothers shortly behind in tow. All his problems could wait, now , he had real problems to deal with.

By the time they made the scene, it was a blood bath. Bodies lay everywhere , strewn across the construction site like confetti. There was roughly six men, all dead, judging by the pools of crimson beneath them. The seventh was just about alive, straight away Donnie was already at his side, checking his vitals. “ heart rate erratic, it’s not good Leo.”

“ what happened here?” Leo kneeled by his side. His voice quieter as Donnie placed his hand atop the bleeding, stilling it. The man, wide eyed and panic stricken , shaking.

“ it was here, that rogue special ops dog.” He choked out, blood spurting from his mouth, a sign the internal bleeding was just that bad. “ a deal went bad, the bastards sold us out and she came. She wants shredder.” He sobbed, leo couldn’t help the song of guilt, criminal or not, there was genuine fear in those glassy eyes. Raph found it hard to gather the empathy for him. He got got. That’s all the man was sorry for. He was part of the foot at the end of the day.

“ he’s gone .” Donnie sighed, bringing his hands back , already working to clean the crimson from them. A cold fear settled over the brothers, if they heard him right, they had a serious problem on their hands. Caseys earlier assumptions where right , but not only was she military trained, she was part of that elitist group, the invisible forces known for doing the dirty jobs homeland security have no business taking on. This was bad. The ghosts.

The band of brothers headed back to the lair but Raph insisted on grabbing a bit of fresh air.

Leo objected at first but relented eventually. That’s how he found himself to be here, walking hap hazardly across the rooftops of New York. ignoring the light dusty mizzle of rain. It was turning out to be a miserable night.

“ are you following me now? “

Raphael spun around quicker than he could have imagined, eyes widening in shock. His heart leapt up into his throat before dropping down into his stomach.

“ naw I’m not, “ he was defensive right of the get go.

“ so you just happened to be walking along the top of my building?” She quipped a thick brow , turning to face him. She sat on the edge of the wall, strong muscular legs hanging off the side. Her hair was damp from the persistent mizzle, dense eyelashes catching the small drops. “ I don’t know , I kind of just ended up here.” He spoke slowly, more confused himself. She didn’t answer him, just turned to look back out over the still bustling city. He gathered himself, willing himself five seconds of courage before speaking up.

“ can I sit? “

“ if you want.”

And he did, he took a seat, a healthy distance away from her but still close enough to hear potential conversation. Despite the fact they were both complete strangers, he didn’t feel awkward, more so nervous. Morbidly curious in a way that made him want to know everything about her.

“ what are you doing up here?” He was actually pleasantly surprised that she started up a conversation. He just shrugged. “ needed ta’ think I guess. “

“ about what happened earlier?” She still didn’t glance at him, eyes fixed ahead where as he never took his eyes off her once.

“ yeah.” He answered simply

“ me too.”

The pair enjoyed the quiet, the sound of rain hitting the puddles, the odd honk of a horn or dull squeal of a siren. A city so full of life.

“ how do you feel about it? “ Raphael asked, he had to put himself out of his misery . She shrugged. “ I don’t know, confused I guess? I never really expected to have one.” He just nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Would it be okay to be selfish? To let him in just little bit? Or maybe even give him a little peak?

“ I have a lot of ghosts I suppose, I just wouldn’t want those to come haunt you too.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, gauging his reaction, he couldn’t help but shrink under her gaze. There was a slight threat.

“ so think of me, being a dick as damage control.” She sighed, turning to face forward again.

“ I can handle ghosts, com’on, I’m a 6ft6 ninja turtle.” There was a pause, and she chuckled slightly. “ oh so not just a turtle , a ninja turtle.” She grinned, it was easy, just sitting in the rain , talking to him.

“ okay I’ll make ya a deal .”

“ okay .” She was intrigued, pulling a knee up to her chest, she turned to face him. “ if these ghost things don’t happen to scare me off, you gotta give me a chance.” He was brass- necking it. His five minutes of unimaginable courage and he still had two minutes left. She was amused, continuing to indulge him. She raised a brow, a slow smile spreading on her lips. This was her moment of weakness. Her moment to just be. “ oh, a month? You don’t know what you are getting yourself into.” She sighed, dangling both legs off the edge of the wall before pushing herself to her feet. Turning on her heels she went to make her exit. However, in her place sat a business card with her alias and number written on. Lazily she waved a good bye before disappearing into the building and out of the lashing rain and cold.

Tagstagstags @thelaundrybitch @fluffytriceratops @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @exovapor @hachimatsu-san @roxosupreme @raphielover @ashleighclark98 @pheradream15

Ch 3 here

#tmnt scenario #tmnt fluff #tmnt x oc #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph 2016 #raphael tmnt

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taedet-omnis · 2 years

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ML Boys Headcanons with a Pregnant MC? 💟

Hey dear. There are many requests about Eloise's pregnancy. So I'm gonna continue this as a series! Well... Y'know, it's also because business life can be very busy sometimes.

Warning: When these headcanons were written, it was assumed that Eloise was in her mid-twenties and had a more mature character. Because I think that her character presented to us in the game isn’t mature enough due to her age and is too young to have children. And since it wasn't specifically mentioned in the question, except of the Neil route, Eloise is still a vampire's chalice.

There is also serious confusion in the game about pregnancy. According to Beliath, Leaths can't have children, but we know that Beliath's father was also an ordinary Leath. Therefore while writing the headcanons, I assume that Leaths can have children only with another race (including humankinds) other than vampires, hybrids like Aaron and Beliath can have children with anyone, Iomlans can have children even if the other party is Leath.

Enjoy while reading! Headcanons are under the cut!

HEADCANONS ABOUT ML BOYS WITH PREGNANT MC: PART I

VLADIMIR

■ One of the things that was believed to be true among the vampires was the rumors that the Leaths could not have children. There have been rare cases in history where Leaths have had children, but usually these have happened after different interracial relationships. He had never thought until he heard those words that a human, especially a chalice, could become pregnant.

“You’ll certainly be a very strict father, m’lord. At least as long as we don't have a daughter.”

He nearly fainted when he found out that his dearest was pregnant. Of course it wasn't because he didn't want to have children, since the day he had turned into a vampire he had just always thought that he would never have a family again and that he had to get used to being alone.

“Me? A strict father? Hell no! Well... Maybe a little.”

■ Vladimir was a little hesitant about announcing Eloise's pregnancy to the other inhabitants of the manor. He especially didn't want that stupid duo to bother Eloise with unnecessary comments. Well, there's a good saying, God laughs when people make plans. The news of the pregnancy spread so suddenly and quickly within the manor that he had no way of predicting that. He just wanted to announce the pregnancy to Aaron and Raph' first. At least, that was the plan until Aaron yelled like "Wait, wait, wait, is Eloise pregnant? Fuck I'm gonna be uncle! Hahaha!" shortly after arriving to the parlor. It was his fault for forgetting to take Aaron’s goddamn sense of smell and instincts into account. Geez, Beliath coming in with bewilderment, Ethan's stupid implications, Ivan's curious gaze from the door with no idea what was going on, Raphael's silent chuckles… It was totally chaos. CHAOS! DO YOU HEAR ME?!

■ During the first months of Eloise's pregnancy, Vladimir began to fear falling asleep. It was risky for a human to carry a vampire's baby, and he worried that Eloise might need help while he was asleep. It really took her time to convince him to sleep again.

■ It was the first time that Vladimir sincerely asked Ethan for help, as Eloise had to drink human blood along with human food throughout her pregnancy. And surprisingly for the first time, Ethan agreed to help him without grumbling. During her pregnancy, that maybe not so stupid duo brought blood for her with the help of the blood-taking set. It was the first and probably the last time Vladimir regretted his thoughts of kicking Ethan out of the manor.

■ Although Vladimir was genuinely afraid to drink Eloise's blood at first, he drank from her as rarely as possible throughout pregnancy.

■ The happiest moment of Vladimir during her pregnancy was when she told him that if they had a daughter, she wanted to name her after his mother. This may not mean a thing to anyone, but there were no words to describe how valuable these words were for someone like him who lived with the traces of the past and had so much regrets. That day, perhaps for the first time, he cried without fear of being seen crying as he hugged Eloise and her belly.

■ Unfortunately, Vladimir's jealous nature didn't leave him even throughout Eloise's pregnancy. Of course it was a relief that Eloise was having a good time with the others. But whenever one of them touched her belly to feel the baby's movements or held out her hand so Eloise could get up, his displeasure was written all over his face. What the heck, did that arrogant peacock wink at himself as he helped Eloise up? How dare he!

■ It was just daylight when Eloise went into labor and Vladimir was so nervous that he couldn't even remember how he had let Ethan know. His face must have turned pale at some point, for neither Beliath nor Raphael would let him go near her. All he could do was sit in the hallway with his back against the wall, listening to Eloise cry, until Aaron came to him with the most beautiful angel in the world in his arms. Vladimir's hands were shaking so much that he was afraid of hurting the baby as he picked her up. “Welcome to our world, my little lady. Welcome...”

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Apritello Express Evidences, part 3

Apritello, my dear friends, is really all hints, devil in details, little pieces that, in the end, become a huge picture.

I can't say that there are a lot of episodes with April and Donnie spending quality time together, no. But all episodes are important to understand how their relationship are involving, growing. If you have sharp eyes and think about all of this even a little bit, you will be surprised how gracefully their relationship changes and grows, how characters evolve.

Dear passengers, we're about to start. Mind the gap!

Episodes “The Gumbus” and “Mrs. Cuddles”.

I think it would be appropriate to analyze these episodes in bunch, because they have common situations of spooky supernatural stuff and reactions of characters to this.

When you watch these two eps in raw, it's easy to see how alike are reactions of Donnie and April in some scary, really odd situations.

Adrenaline ‘n’ reclessness

April is really into all spooky things in “The Gumbus”, she's not afraid of some creepy stuff and she's really brave girl who easily copes with stressful and life-threatening situations.

Donnie is incredibly calm and collected when alive doll talked to him.

But still, April was frightened about plush rabbit because it was really unexpected for girl, she wasn’t ready to realize that plush doll that she’d worked with is alive fear-eating monster who will hurt and intimidate to get their precious screams. But point remains: Donnie and April share crazy fearlessness, which turns into an adrenaline addiction.

And here I am, a science guy, who tell you: adrenaline is a big deal for our body. This hormone can even provoke an onset of romantic feelings. Chemistry and anatomy come to fill the gaps: when a person is afraid, their pulse quickens, a cocktail of hormones is releasing into the blood, which sharpen the senses and reflexes. It will create a strong emotional bound, that's important for maintaining romantic kind of feelings. The more impressions there are (even negative ones), the higher the chance that person will remember his|her partner, and want to see them again – the body gets hooked on adrenaline, like a drug.

That’s why D&A have so strong, unshakeable boundaries. They are so alike: their attitude to scary things, the way Donnie and April cope with them, the adrenaline addiction their share. They even express feelings the same way.

And one tiny detail: April and Donnie start the teasing Raph for his fear of mrs. Cuddles. So they become the first victims of plushie.

Friendly reminder: they were the 1st victims, and what’s happened with them we don’t know, because it wasn’t shown due to not ruin the atmosphere of suspense.

But we have a beautiful quote of mrs. Cuddles and this precious shot which explain everything

Raph: Where’s Donnie?

Cuddles: In a happy place where he’ll scream and I can grow forever and now you’re gonna join him!

In a happy place, huh? Tied up with April in Splinter’s bedroom, a really happy place. Hold a sec, are they -

And after that Donnie’s responding is killing me.

Donnie:[OS] I'm afraid of togetherness.

Yep. All normal here. We should continue.

"Operation Normal" even though doesn't show a lot of interactions between April and Donnie, however continues the general outline highlighting the topics that were mentioned earlier in the show.

Firstly, April's relationship with her classmates. We're able to see how poor her scholar life is in "Hypno Part Deux" and "The Purple Jacket". She has no "normal", human friends except some strange remora guy, more like acquaintance than friend, though. But still, having "be normal" kick she's fine with Donnie's weirdness ( Mikey is always beyond all normal comprehension, Raph goes weird while he's alone, without brothers, and his fear of miss Cuddles is no big deal to fam, Leo didn't show any weird stuff during the series, like, reeeeal weird, m'kay?).

Conversation between April and Donnie at pizza spot

Really interesting and smooth scene. We’ve got Donatello who stares at April while he’s waiting his favourite pizza, no big deal.

And his legs.

If a person is interested in you, during a conversation, they will put their right foot forward (a left-handed person is more likely to put their left foot forward) in order to close the distance between you. - Check.

being in company, peson will point the sock at the most pleasant interlocutor for them. - check.

April’s legs are ponted at Donnie. Checkmate.

Yeah, April is hanging out with Donatello and Leonardo, but the main focus of hers is on Donnie.

All these scene makes me think that Donnie, knowing about how badly sometimes April wants to be normal, is up to help her overcome this. Fight fire with fire: fill up her life with all of this weird, mystic stuff so it will be normal with time. Regular people go to pizza spot to spend some quality time together, so we have pizza restaraunt here, in Hidden City. Make all odd normal, and problem will solved.

Donnie really tries his best, look at his face. Dee’s fine with all this bizzare things what happens to April, he’s fine with her. But still he fails, because April’s concept of normalcy differs drom Donnie’s.

And again, for Donnie it’s not a problem at all. He’s always was at the opposite side of normalcy and it doesn’t matter for him if April is in the same boat with him. Cause, as I said, Don’s fine with that.

Second, how much Donnie knows about April.

- Scoff! Are you really still on this whole "I want things to be normal" kick?

- Yes, what big city girl doesn't have a kayak and has hazmat suit?

Interesting detail here: this line launches Donnie’s flashback (because the first scene is from “Purple Jacket”, it’s Dee’s episode, obviously). And Don, as far as I can tell, has in his flashback moments with April when she did something reaaally impressive. His face is way more louder than any words.

- Short answer: no. Long answer: nnooooooooo.

- Oh, no! You know how April freaks out around the cosplay wizards!

These tiny lines are containing a lot of background, stories, intimate conversations that April and Donnie share. This show always does the same trick: we never see a direct action, we are only able to see a result or statement of the result. But series do a great work telling us with such small and imperceptible gestures that their bonding at this point is mutual. Not only D tells April about his inventions, family and fam's issues he has and even his falls, mistakes and failures. April does the same thing, sharing with Donatello one of the most important things to her. Problem that really bothers her.

C'mon, he'd even memorized Sunita's name, though April messed up with this situation a bit. It seems Donnie memorizes facts about April - he remembered the wi-fi password from old April's work as we can see in "The Longest fight" (he could hack it easily, he's a genius, why he's been keeping in mind some piece information that useless for a year? It doesn't make any sense)

Oh, and that. Just a coincidence, I guess?

Just alike suits, no big deal. Plus, the whole family has it (and something tells me that guys have suits at the behest of Don, so probably April does). But Donnie and April has a lot in common like emotional expressions, reaction about some kind situations, fight style and even tastes in fashion.

Also, it seems like Donnie's been watching April for sometimes.

While Leo was hiding in trash can, to not catch anyone's eye rather than April. He definitely couldn't know who was passing by, but there was Donnie to observe from above. That's why he was hanging down the stairs when Leo spoke to April.

It’s not the first time Donnie dress up as old lady to monitor April’s day.

Leo: Why do you always make us dress up as old ladies? Donnie: №1: confort, №2: to blend in as we monitor April’s day for max normalcy.

3. Even when D took away this cosplay wizard, he's still keeping eye on her.

Oh no, you don’t. Grandmas here!

Donatello changes his foe to save April exactly. He fought all evening with Brutus, but when April slightly gets in danger, Donnie just attacked anyone who has intention to hurt her and ruin her evening.

Is that a flying turtle in an old purple dress?

April, who all evening was trying to look “normal”, hiding her real friends because they are mutant turtles and pretending that nothing unusual happens here, finally gives up when Sunita mentioned Donnie. Even though new April’s friend has asked her before about Leo.

His eyes.

Donnie is really impressed but what he saw, and the reason - April O'Neil.

The episode "Warren & Hypno, sitting in a Tree" is another incredible piece of whole picture.

Turtle tank is decorated for April birthday in purplish scheme, definetely Donatello's work.

Dee's nonverbal speech.

• He seems more interested and softer than usual looking at April. It's easy to say comparing him with brothers. Mikey is in anticipation of fun mode, Leo relaxed and show his "whatever it will be fun" attitude, Raph is listening carefully, but still, Donnie could just turn his head in April's vouce direction, not a whole body.

• Warren felt Don's gaze while talked with April, so worm made the remark. Pay attention to the construction of the frame of neighboring scenes. The second frame is April's perspective. And Don is looking namely at her.

Indignation. Disappointment. Spark, storm, madness (i love this russian meme, sorry not sorry)

• Donnie seems sincerely sorry for this situation with April's b-day. And again, this soft gaze and "Raph, shut the shell up, your nonsense is upsetting her"-eyes.

• Donatello is kind of person, who’s avoiding a proper confrontation, so he rarely stands up for someone. He were remaining silent, when Raphael tried to cheer April in the most radiculous way, but when Hypno tried to play with April’s feelings, Donnie blew it.

He’s obviously in wrath as D emote that expressively. Yeah, he had much on his plate at April’s birthday, but it’s her b-day on the line, not his pride.

Warren used April, playing with her fan feelings. Her idol betrayed her, she was locked up in a cage, and now we have Hypno who wants to use her again by pitting and pushing for her compassion, because, it’s obvious - boys would do everything she said.

And Donnie tries to keep Hypno away from her, protect her feelings from another betrayal.

As he’s already stated - “For you, anything”.

The show always tells us: if you wanna trigger Don, bring April in.

Hypno tried to turn this thing around, Leo did the same in “Al be back”.

If Hypno-tamus did that accidentally as he found out that April O’ Neil is a birthday girl, so her wishes that day were laws, Leo did it on purpuse.

Leo is good at manupulating and pulling some strings, plus he knows his twin as back of his hand. That’s why Leo mentioned April in the end as she was always the most powerful argument, the reason and motive for Donnie. At second he’s even panicked, but remained calm. He almost blew up his coolheaded image because of one certain girl in yellow.

• Donnie is really happy to present Warren's arm to April. He even holds it like a rare, priceless treasure. D is really proud of himself right now: he saved the day, after all. The emotional reaction of hers is exactly what Donnie wants to get. And then, his final pose, while April is on 9th cloud from happiness - that's really territorial gesture, D claims his supremacy and confidence, telling "See? That's my happy birthday girl".

Leapfrog with a composition

Donnie and April are more and more eager to be together in the frame. Composition’s boners, m’kay.

Special ride for April

Yeah, Donnie used to offer his battleshell to give April a special ride. It even has a seat and handlebars for her comfort. She can control the flight as well as Donatello, they are like co-pilots. But he never carried her on his back before.

Usually, April is carried by Raphael, on his neck/shoulder, and she’s fine with it. Raph is strong enough to carry her without any difficulties or slowing down.

It’s not Donnie’s weak to carry her - no, he strong enough to carry his battleshell with a lot stuff in it everyday, Don can carry Splints on his shoulder without any apparent difficulty. He strong enough to hold the weight of his battleshell+April. Oh, c’mon, D assembled the Turtle tank only by himself and this for sure requires a lot of physical strength in order to engage in auto mechanics. Try lifting the wheel with tyre, and you'll see what I mean. Of course, there is a jack, but it will not solve all the problems. Don could use hydraulics and Archimedes ' laws, but I'm sure he did most of it with his own hands. Lifting and carrying, all by himself.

Not the strengh what’s matter but another point.

The sequence where Donnie carries April on his back doesn’t last long, it’s pretty easy to miss, while Raph openly do that with April on him.

Plus April’s gaze: she’s staring right at us with her “ninja-eyes” as if they were caught in the middle of something. The duration and length of the sequence, the way it is made all of this arouse certain thoughts.

It’s like nobody should see this. Too personal. To be more specific - too close and intimate?

Donnie stated a few times that he’s not into togetherness, tactile interaction and phisical side of contacts. Although he's fine with his brothers, don't forget that April is a girl. Even if she feels like part of family, she’s not his relative. She’s not his sister.

Some people tend to avoid physical contact with the objects of their interest. And this behaviour fits in Don’s character. He’s anxious type with a lot of psychological and emotional issues. Yeah, he tries to cover it up, built a shell to protect himself, behave as confident extravert but he’s nothing like that. Sometimes D tends to distance himself from his family, to hide in his shell, and we've seen that throughout the show.

Don hangs by his phone quite often, he addicted to this as his comfort zone, his peaceful cave, where everything is much easier,

Don pretends he’s so busy with his science stuff to ward off his brothers (ep. Mind Meld),

Don went to the lab to work on his projects, while he could hang out with April and the brothers (ep. Mrs. Cuddles). And he left for what? To work on self-cleaning tooth pick, or the titan bust of himself? It’s seems like lame excuse to be alone. He’s definetely an intovert, who sometimes needs some space and time with himself.

All his cocky behaviour is showing off to hide insecure, diffident and vulnerable creature, softshell purple turtle. Yeah, Donnie has confidence in what he’s great in: tech, science stuff, where he’s only one is capable of. But if someone steps on his domain or doubts his authority, his true colours exposed.

And, once again, “Mind meld” is a great evidence of that. Would callous, unsumpathetic guy without heart have a wall with pictures of his fellows? I’m afraid not. Donnie has a soft, caring heart.

There’s an alley of his the dearest moments, because photos - are always memory, precious moments we want to keep.

1 - from “Minotaur Maze”. Don loves good pizza, loves his brothers, and they have a little adventure together. Yeah, this photo isn’t on champ wall, but still.

2 - from “Mascot melee”. Important day for bros as they show themselves to people at daylight to rescue Raph and their operation to buy a new robe for his father. It’s their joint brothers dance, and D is loving to dance, remember? Definetely special occasion.

3 - from “Mascot melee”. Splints was really glad to receive a gift from boys. And Donatello, as we know, is always eager to achive for pop’s approval. This for sure must be in his precious moments collection.

5, 7 - from “Donnie’s gifts”. He even keeps a dorky photo, which Raph uses as profile pic at Donnie’s number.

8, 9 - “Down with the sickness”. It was funny to survive all the 7 stages to achive what boys wanted. They failed, but still.

10 - from “Al be back”. Who knows that Splints is so good at singing?

4, 6 - from “The Fast and the Furriest”. Strange choice, cuz, you know, photos ten seconds before his collision with April bat?

And yeah, he HAS April’s photo here. And at this pic it’s April, and April alone,without his brothers.

Don’s a real softie, see?

And avoiding physical contact is a way to protect Donnie’s already shattered self-esteem. To not cause any doubts in front of girl which he’s interested in. That’s possible reason why we did not receive any heartwarming hugs in “The Purple Jacket”.

But Donnie carries April, because it’s her birthday. On the one hand, the girl claims that her b-day is cursed, and Donnie could, by any chance, do something nice for her, and on the other hand - any request of the bithday girl - is the law, as we could see earlier.

Gift for birthday girl

There is no Donnie in the scene after Draxum throw off Warren's arm. While Raph comfort April about her birthday, Donnie was looking for it to present it to April.

He knows the best what is the most precious gift for her. Warren Stone, her idol, goat of making news; she have been in Stoneheads fanclub for 9 years. Also, it seems that Donnie is the one of turtles, who collected info about this worm.

Also, he stopped immediately when April stepped between them and show no disappointing (remind you about Donnie's sadistic science guy nature). The reason is April.

And another cute detail: their glasses are the same form.

Another episode "Mystic library" has slightly touched D&A interaction. But were talking about Apritello, it's all hints but quality.

When Mayham trapped in the mirror and Raph, Leo and Mikey obviously are not coping, April decides to call Donnie to clear situation up.

Donnie, mister "I ruin everything", she's going to call for help. I repeat this. April calls for help Mr. Science to solve mystic problems with her pet. MYSTIC PET.

And he AGREES.

Turtles dissuade their friend from calling Donatello but after a while, April returns with Donnie, and sees the bathroom in ruins.

I'm gonna clear this moment.

1. April haven’t called Donnie.

2. Some time later she returns with Dee.

3. Our girl is pretty shocked to see her bathroom in ruins, argo she didn't see/hear Raph chose to solve problem with smashing.

It must mean only ine thing: April went for Donnie by herself. We don't know where was he, we don't know what the reason April brought Donnie with her by herself, 'cause we know that if she call Dee, he will definitely get to her immediately.

Something is definetely off.

By the way, April changed Don’s profile pic.Yeah, the first one is very informative since Donnie is a turtle and he’s purple and he has bandana. Seems like April have done it by herself, editing the photo of real turtle. She didn't put a lot of effort into this, this image doesn't show her real attitude towards Don. But second is more personality-tinged. Sleeping Donatello in all his gear - this detail can tell us about only one thing - he was photographed when he fell asleep after his sleepless night(s) working hard at something - is something she can catch or receive by boys (namely speaking, it’s Leo, according to Ben Schwartz stated in an interview, that if Leo had an Instagram account, that 60 to 70% of his photos would be his brothers caught sleeping or slipping on things). And still. April has a dorky and little embarrassing pic of Donatello and this is... Interesting and cute?

This profile pic remind me about ROTTMNT: Sound off! (2nd issue)

The next station is “The Purple Game”.

Another episode in which the interaction of the characters is small in timing, but great in content.

And once again: they have a lot in common. I’d never tired of repeating this thing ‘cause the series do the same trick, showing one thing from different points of view. April and April shares the same taste in games, the same attitude, the same mojo.

But the most important thing here is how D&A interacrions are shown in this episode. Unlike other episodes, the interaction here is indirect, is provided by gaming.

Their customized avatars reflects their personality. I mean, the colour schemes (though Donatello has never shown any interest in yellow, he used it for customization of his persona), the way their avatars looking. Game even refering to Sherlock_Corn as “she”, albeit it’s impossible to refer to her avatar in female pronoun. Because, you know, design and nickname?

And the in-game interaction of the avatars resembles D&A irl relationships. Bootyyyshaker 9000 don’t like togetherness, he’s looking like Donnie’s expectation of himself (cool and tough guy, as D sees himself in his own dreams)

Their dialogue

Actually. Actually, Donnie and April are not able to hear each other as game has no voice chat, but their lines make an perfect dialogue nevertheless.

April:Bootyshaker9000? Donnie?

Donnie:April? You’re the last person I need to destroy to achive rank №1!

April:Ditto!

Both:There can only be one!

Donnie said the cheat combination, so April would know for sure what he is supposed to do, but she has no idea.

So, once again: their sync is incredible.

And can we talk about that?

April’s attack

As it seems, attacks may be customized by players. Bootyyshaker has attack that refers at Donatello main feature - superior intellect.

And this attack isn’t effective, because REAL April O’Neil has a resist towards it. She has known D for years, she knows what he’s capable of, she’s aware of his nerd side. April’s immune to it, so Sherlock_Corn is.

Sherlock_corn has a default attack - kernel cannon. It’s nod to her nickname: kernel, corn, the same book. But her second atteck is something reflecting her personalitiy. Plus, April is aware of Donnie’s “fear” of togetherness. All’s fair in love and war, right?

April took a lot of BS9000 hp by her “friendly hugs”. And, by the way, his sweet reaction for hugs.

So:

The selection of the final opponent. It might be literally anyone, but we wouldn’t be able to see Dee’s obsession in that case. Yeah, he’s already had a demon possesion ™, but it was too easy to him to win. No challenge. No “kill or be killed”, “It’s me or you” mojo. He needed some tough gamer for challenging, to develop his character, push him too far. And April, actually, is an excellent choice to reveal the character of certain purple turtle.To expose his true colours. And April do a great job: they know each other, so battle will be spicy, they are both compepitors, they are so alike, so it would be intersting to watch Donatello vs April. And it will, ‘cause In-game April and In-game Don is somewhat different than them usual.

April is Don’s slayer for sure. She’s good at gaming, her last attack was almost fatal for him. So he had to to cheated on her.

Captain Cuddlecakes. Yes, she know about his afraid of togetherness. And there’s lovey-dovey attack animation with this cuddling and Donatello’s persona behaves like him. And it was SPECIAL RUN, so... I haven’t the foggiest why. Cute detail, I mean.

Just look at it. Isn’t it cute?(at least we got their hugs somewhere... kinda. kinda.)

“Snow Day“, albeit being family episode, shows a lot about D&A relationship through “family war”.

First of all, the same taste in films.

Donnie’s already shown the same attitude to fashion, scary things as Cap O'Neil, April shares the same gamer’s mojo as Donatello, but now? We have Donnie and April that are loving the same movie.

For love of purple supernovas, of all the Jupiter Jim’s movies (and there are more than 60 of them), that's a convinient coincidence, they like the same movie.

It stated in series several times that Dee is fond of Atomic Lass. He had crush on her when he was child, he admires her by all his heart, so it will make sense if films with this character he would be his favourite. It’s logical, isn’t it?

Atomic Lass, even if she is part of JJ-universe, however, isn't in every movie. Leo described "JJ: Pluto vacation IV" and there is no sights of Atomic Lass. Like, at all.

Nevertheless, April’s claimed that “PV-4” is the best movie of the time, and Don agrees.

April:What the whaaaat? Hold up, Skip. “Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4″ is the best JJ movie of all time.

Donnie:Ranked, by us, just now. So it’s basically official, no arguing.

And they do this thing again. Reflecting each other. Facial expressions, intonations, poses and etc. Haven’t I mentiones that? Mirroring is natural way to build communication. People, who communicate enthusiastically, who have sympathy to each other, feelings of certain nature, unconsciously copy each other's poses.

Direct reflection and close contact have a strong effect. This is used between lovers, people with close relationships or interested in each other.

And you can see that during not only episode, but through the whole series.

Poses, gestures, facial expressions they share constantly. Even if they are apart, they are mirroring each other, showing their bound. Because Apritello is not always about sitting close, holding hands and blushing. Apritello is about staying together even if they are not. It’s about solid foundation, about synergy, about chemistry Donnie and April share. And all of these are not always so obvious and clear, evident. But so realistic nevertheless.

And that’s why they splitted off the fam - they are too close and alike.

I stated it before but DonniexApril team is way more effective than Donniexbrothers team. Donatello and April are equal, worth each other. They are comfortable with each other, their teamwork is amazing.

They are always near, close to each other for the entire episode. Stand up for each other, side by side. They have no need to do team-building, because their sincronization is incredible. April works well together with Donnie, their skills compliment each other.

I love that April in a first place look at Donnie to check is everything alright.

And a cherry on top?

This inviting gesture. Donnie just watched all along how his brothers and April try to throw some cold water on this situation (khem, it slipped). But when April call him with this inviting gesture, he’d like to help.

In other words, he was waitng when April requests for his help.

Composition’s boners

Sometimes it happens during the show, but this episode beat hte score at this point. I say only one word: physics. Or, more precisely, the force of attraction. Or, maybe Mayham.

... Anyway.

Fitting in the type

April can play not so nice against her enemies, she got steady hand and meanness, merciless and reclessness. She’s passionate and kinda badass, sassy - in a positive way, she’s baddest girl who can kick your butt if you mess with her, and she really good at this.

She has a fire, and Donnie likes that. Dee never stated that directly but miss O’Neil impressed him so many times and in different way so it’s kinda pretty obvious.

Just look how Donatello reacted the way April took Raph down a peg. Her actions are elegant, relaxed but really sly. She almost dare Raph to put his flag on top only to bring him down to Earth in really painful way. She destroyed Bros’ team so easily just by waiting a bit and by calling Mayham.

She’s definetely got some pepper.

Pretty cute but baddest, don’t you think?

And Donnie was impressed for sure, he admitted it - “That is fun for me”. He don’t even stand a chance, c’mon: she’s smarass and elegant, she can be mean and cute at the same time.

Even though that’s it for season 1 analysis (the last series is more appropriate to review as part of 2nd season, plus it was a reaally big post, I need some time)

You can refresh this whole situation in the car 1 and the car 2 or follow the hashtag #apritello express as you please. It’s a pleasure of mine, keep in touch :)

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tetrakys · 3 years

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Moonlight Lovers - Raphael, Chapter 10. Total AP 3,400-4,700 (approx.)

When we wake up we attend a meeting with the other vampires about the murders, the previous night we had promised Raphael we would say nothing about Alessio so we stay quiet. In the end it is confirmed that we, Raphael and Ethan will stay at the manor. After that we go back to Raphael’s room where we have a final heart to heart conversation where, according to the choices, we can finally find out how he became blind: he blinded himself once he saw Mag’s dead body as a sort of punishment and because he didn’t want to remember her like that. Eloise’s reaction can be more or less disgusted. Anyway, his sincere words turn her on and we make love blindfolded.

When we wake up, surprise surprise, Raphael is gone. She realises he went to deal with Alessio by himself. We run into Ethan who has locked up the whole manor but we can either use our powers or sneak past him and eventually get to the garden where Alessio and Raphael are discussing. We somehow interrupt them and all end up in the kitchen.

This is where the story diverges according to the endings.

GOOD ENDING: Raphael is not that angry with Alessio, he is ready to forgive him and he does it, we explain that Raphael is suffering and not hurting anyone and that Alessio should give up his plans to kill him. He realises that we really do love each other and the situation is what it is and leaves. We have one last conversation with Alessio where he gives us a lock of Mag’s hair saying that he won’t need it anymore where he is going and leaves forever. We go back to Raphael who is in a good mood and asks us if we want to spend the eternity with him as vampires. We have the chance to either say yes or say that we would prefer to remain his Chalice.

NEUTRAL ENDING: Alessio and Raphael are very much against each other but not violent, they say they will never forgive each other and Alessio finally leaves. He asks us listen to his story about his love for Mag one last time but we notice that Raphael wouldn’t like that so we say no. After a moment of relief, sunrise come and we hear noises from outside: Alessio committed suicide in the sunlight. Eloise is pretty shocked but still relieved that both she and her vampire are alive but this is short lived because Raphael tells her that he must leave and set her free, not knowing if and when he would eventually come back Eloise feels their bond getting weaker and weaker.

BAD ENDING: Alessio and Raphael hate each other and are ready to throw down. They do and they are both equally skilled with the sword. When we notice Raphael getting tired we jump in to fight in his place. At some point we feel like we have been wounded but not sure where and how much. Raphael takes his place back into the fight and eventually kills Alessio. He sits down cradling his head and we go to him. In that moment we realise that we are not well and Alessio’s sword is protruding out of our chest. Now... it’s not explicitly stated if we had been mortally wounded by Alessio during the fight or by Raphael at the end. In any case, Raphael does absolutely nothing to help us, he says that this is how things are supposed to be, that our love was ephemeral and that we are supposed to die together and be together either in heaven or hell. That people will sing forever about their love and other usual Raph nonsense. Yep in the end he goes full yandere. While we feel life leaving us, we remember our life, little things like the plastic toy we used to get as the only Christmas present at the orphanage, or walking barefooted through town, coming to the manor and making love to Raph. Memories become more and more foggy and we die.

#moonlight lovers #ml raphael #ml recap #ml spoilers #ml raphael endings

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remmushound · 3 years

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I wonder how 2012 Raph feel to see Rise Leonardo acting like a teenager and not a Leader and vice versa bet pennies to pizza Raph is Surprised that Leonardo is not the oldest in his family

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“Hey red dude.”

Raph flinched as a balled up wad of paper hit him on the back of the head. He growled and returned to polishing his sai.

“Heeeeeeeey.”

Another ball struck him. Raph roared his rage and spun around.

“WHAT?!”

Leonardo was standing there smirking a dumb smirk, balling up another paper and tossing it at Raph’s face. Raph just let it hit him as he seethed.

“You just gonna sit there all day?” Leonardo asked.

“What?” Raph scoffed. “You wanna train?”

“We trained yesterday?” Leonardo scoffed. “It’s break day.”

“Then get off my back.” Raph huffed and turned his back on Leonardo, “and leave me alone.”

“But you’ve just been there cleaning.” Leonardo disregarded Raph’s disgruntled attitude and walked over, leaning over his shoulder, “doesn’t seem very fun.”

“You don’t polish your sword?” Raph growled.

“Well I do, but it’s not like I enjoy it! Well, looking at my reflection is a good plus.” Leonardo smirked and pointed to himself.

“You sound just as vain as my Leo.” Raph huffed.

“What? That uptight know it all? No way!” Leonardo scoffed and waved his arms in dismissal, “he’s more like my Raph! If my Raph was a total fun-hating dork. All your brother’s talked about since he got here was ‘Shredder destroying my city’ this and ‘very important mission’ that. The guy really needs to chill. It’ll get done eventually.”

Raph looked up at Leonardo with a baffled look. “You... don’t think it’s important?”

“Of course I do! Just like, chill though.” Leonardo waved his hand, “if it’s important, we’ll get to it.”

Raph shook his head. The thought of a Leo not wanting to get a mission done as quick and effective as possible, a Leo that wasn’t constantly on his brothers shells about getting work done. It just seemed improbable.

“So like, anyway, wanna come skate or something?”

“Skate?” Leo hadn’t extended the offer to skate with him since, well, ever!

“Yeah.” Leonardo shrugged. “I got an extra board if you want it. Donnie made it specially for box shells, so you should be fine on it.”

“So... it’s Mikey’s board?”

“Don makes him a bunch of spares, it’ll be fine!” Leonardo grabbed Raph around the shoulders and lifted him up, guiding him toward where the skateboards were stored. “And it seems like you could really use the break.”

“And is there a catch or?”

“The catch is:” Leonardo pulled his own board out from behind his shell and pointed it at Raph. “You have to try and keep up with me.”

Raph grinned. “You are so on.”

~~~

It was harder to keep up with the slider than Raph had anticipated. When on long stretches, Leonardo could quickly outpace him, but it didn’t take long for Raph to notice how clumsy and unsure Leonardo was when he took the curves, always slipping and having to catch himself with his hand to keep up some sort of momentum and not fall flat on his shell. Still, the younger turtle kept in the lead even without his portals and was at the endpoint waiting when Raph finally rolled up.

“Nice skating...” Raph panted, leaning onto his knees as he caught his breath. “Little loose on those turns though.”

Leonardo smirked. “Still beat ya didn’t i?”

Raph shrugged. “Fair point.”

Raph crouched on his knees to rest, and Leonardo sat criss-cross in front of him.

“So, like, what’s the deal with you and your Raph?” Raph asked.

“What’d ya mean?”

“I mean, haven’t you ever wanted to, yknow, take leadership from him? Like every other Leo in the multiverse?”

Leonardo shrugged. “Not really. I mean, Raph says he’s our leader, but it’s honestly more of a team effort. Raph is just usually the best fit. I take lead sometimes when we need some more strategy, and sometimes even Donnie takes control. It’s not just one of us at all times. That’d be dumb.”

Raph doubted the Turtles words, despite how much sense they Made. “Mikey ever been leader?”

“Ehh... debatable. He went on his first solo mission where he was the one calling the shots, and once when me and Don and Raph were turned into babies by a mutant jellyfish named Jellybean, Mikey took initiative and turned us back to normal. Oh! And he’s the whole reason we got into the underground city to begin with. He has a really good memory, and he’s super creative coming up with ways to escape.”

“Mikey?” Raph scoffed, “really?”

Leonardo looked over with complete sincerity in his eyes. “Totally. Like I said, we all do our parts, even if Raph’s our self-proclaimed leader.” Leonardo turned away to examine his nails under the moonlight and begin to pick them free of grime.

“How’d that happen anyway?”

“Eh, he’s the oldest. You know how older brothers are.”

Raph blinked. “Wait? You’re not the oldest?”

Leonardo laughed. “No? Why would you think I am?”

Raph gave a self conscious shrug. “I dunno... i just figured it was the same as me and mine...”

“Aren’t you all the same age though?”

“Well— yeah— technically.” Raph admitted, “but we all came up with a birth order to, y’know, try and find some individuality...”

“It’s biological for us. We aren’t the same species, so we all hatched at different times. Raph hatched first, then Don, then me, and then Mikey. It was within days of each other but those days made a lot of difference.”

“Wait— YOU’RE NOT EVEN SECOND OLDEST?!” Raph tried to hide his laughter

“Nope.” Leonardo snickered, pointing to his chest, “child number three and still the favorite! You?”

“I’m a third child too!” Raph practically beamed.

“No kidding.” Leonardo laughed, gently knocking into Raph’s shoulder. “See? We do got a thing or two in common!” He leaned against the stone of a closed stairwell and sighed as he looked up toward the starry sky. “Believe me, Hermano, when I say this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #Leonardo #Leo #raphael #Raph #Tmnt one shots

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elladescent449-artspace · 3 years

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Resignation : It's time. She did so much and went nowhere. And when she finally did achieve something, it wasn't what she thought. It wasn't what she needed. So many people got hurt. People who didn't deserve it. So now... she's resigning.

Foot Recruit’s whole body strained under the weight. Her hands began to spasm and she released the stone on instinct, letting it fall back down the two inches she had yielded with a heavy thump. She let out a groan of frustration and tried again. Foot Recruit placed her palms on the side of the stone slab, using the friction of her hands to hoist it up enough for her to slip her hands beneath it. The gravel of the stone cut against her palms but she ignored it. With a strained cry she was able to pull it up to her knees. She could feel the veins in her neck popping out under the pressure, her knees shook under the weight, and then her hands began to cramp again. When the muscles from her pinky all the way to her forearm spasmed , Foot Recruit couldn’t control when her hands let go. She staggered backwards at the sudden release of the weight, tripping on her own feet and landing on her butt with a heavy thump.

She sat there for a moment, staring at the fallen piece of concrete before her. Foot Recruit stood suddenly, maybe she could punch through? She had crushed bricks in her hands plenty of times. Her fist hit the stone with a dull thud. She threw the next few punches rhythmically, her hands pounding against the solid surface like she had practiced in her early days of training. Not even a crack was forming, she gritted her teeth as she adjusted her stance. Why couldn’t she do this? Recruit increased the pressure of her breath, hitting harder. Why was she doing this? No cracks. She began uttering short shouts, her teachers had called them Kiai when she was younger, increasing the pressure even more, hitting harder and faster. Why was she ever a part of this?! A collage of imagery from the last few hours cycled in her mind and her blood boiled. With a strangled cry she threw her whole body into the punch, her fist hitting the stone with a crack.

Pain shot through her like a bullet. With heavy breaths she ripped her fist back, opening and closing her hand to try and numb the throbbing pain. She slowly brought her eyes back to the fallen stone. Only the corner, amounting to about three inches, crumbled away from the mass.

She screamed and cursed, kicking the corner of the stone with her foot as she cradled her fist in the other hand. Why couldn’t she do this? Why couldn't she do this?

A strained groan that wasn’t her own pulled her from her infuriated kicking. She staggered up the stone slab, falling to her knees at the hole.

“Comrades, hold on! i’m-” Recruit’s breath hitched as she tried to hide the stagger in her voice, “i’m close to getting you out!” The Lieutenant had already passed out, but his Brute second in command was still conscious. A pool of sweat, mixed into mud from the dust and gravel had pooled beneath his head. Foot Recruit could see his shoulders shaking from the momentous weight that he had been holding for hours now, attempting to keep it from crushing his and his comrades bodies.

He only nodded with a short gasp, he didn’t have enough strength to talk anymore.

Foot Recruit ran back down to a different side of the wall. Maybe it was the angle, if she could just get another angle she might be able to lift it up.

~~You can find my work on A03 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/30623072 or read under the cut for more. :)

She pulled it up again, slowly getting the slab back up to her knees and akingly brought it up higher than she had before. She cried under the weight as she got it up to her waist. Recruit could feel her bones rattle and her guts shake against the strain. It hurt. It hurt so much but they were her comrades, she had to do this but it was hurting so much. And then it became weightless.

She quickly adjusted to push the stone slab up and over, throwing it away from the pile. She turned to her right. The red turtle.

“I, uh…” he walked over to the next stone slab. “I saw you run off and I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” With a gruff breath he hoisted it up, forcing it over to the side. His ninpo had long since faded away, leaving only his red wrapping and bandages around his hands and feet.

She doubted his sincerity, finding it more likely that she hadn’t run off to commit any crimes against humanity, but ultimately she said nothing. With the largest of the stone walls no longer obstructing the rubble she was able to begin removing some of the smaller stones that had piled up around. She spoke between gritted teeth as she pressed herself against a stone. “This,” she rolled away a stone the size of the red turtle, “is none of your concern.”

The turtle rolled away one of the shredded pieces from Draxum’s giant, “I figured you needed the help.”

“I don’t need your charity,” she snapped. She found a large piece lodged awkwardly in the rubble. A quick scan of the mess rewarded her with a jagged pipe that she was able to stab beneath the stone and roll it away. “I was doing perfectly fine!”

“Uh-huh,” he hefted up another large slab and set it on his shoulders, “hey! Come get your buddies out!”

She left her stone, running over to jump into the hole. She hadn’t expected for it to be cleared so quickly. She lifted the Lieutenant by the shoulders and urgently dragged him away from the rubble, he was like a ragdoll, limp as his head hung loosely. Recruit lowered her head to his face where short, labored breaths brushed against her ear. He was still alive.

The turtle trudged next to her with the brute leaning on his shoulder. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Foot Recruit slipped her arms under the Lieutenant and lifted him up vertically against her chest as she stood. She took his wrist and slung his arm over her shoulder and leaned down to pull him farther over her shoulder. She straightened, holding his slung over wrist with her other hand that was over his leg.

“We’re taking these guys to a hospital or something, right?” The turtle had the brute on his back, holding his arms under his legs and leaning forward to keep the Brute from falling off.

“You need not concern yourself with the affairs of the Foot Clan!” Recruit begins to stomp off, the foot Lieutenant slung over her shoulder like a ragdoll, she only glanced behind her to make sure that the red turtle was still behind her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to carry the Lieutenant and his comrade by herself.

Foot Recruit knew of a Hidden City exit that would take them topside, she didn’t want to risk running into the police on one of the mainstream exits, she didn’t know if they knew about the foot’s affiliation with the shredder.

She traced along the side of an alley wall, glancing around the corner to see if there were any official looking people in uniform.

“So, uh…” the red turtle started, “my name is Raphael, my friends call me Raph.”

No police in sight. She darted from the alley to the next, repeating the procedure faster than before until they arrived at the end of the street. Raph followed close behind, moving almost as stealthy as her despite his bulky form.

She spun her head around quickly to make sure that they were still in the clear. The street was surprisingly empty. Even though it was night time, the yokai city was always bustling with activity. But now it seemed to be… abandoned.

Foot Recruit moved to take a step but was snatched by the back of her uniform and pulled into a shadow. An officer flew over them, quickly disappearing from view over the rooftops.

She batted his hand off with a huff and darted across the road.

She heard the turtle sigh behind her as he followed, “a thank you would be nice.”

“I saw him coming before you did, so thanks is unnecessary.” She slowed her pace when they stepped onto the bridge, bouncing the Lieutenant on her shoulders to improve her fireman carry.

“Right…” she could practically hear his eyes roll. “It was Cassandra, right?”

She snapped her head around to look at him, “don’t say that!” She nearly tripped over her own feet with how fast she turned her head. Foot Recruit quickened her pace into a jog.

Raph cocked an eyebrow, “what? Cassandra?” He kept up with her, and asked awkwardly with a matching smile, “would you rather me call you Casey?”

“No!” She ducks behind a dumpster just as a police balloon drifts gently above. “Do not say my name! Period!”

“Why?” He whispers, crouching besides her, “you said that was your name.”

“Shut up!” She follows the blimp in the sky. One of its riders held a speaker in their hand, the siren squeaked to life as they conveyed a message: “Citizens of Yokai City, please remain in your homes until further notice. This is not a test. At 9 pm this evening there was an attack on the city, please remain within your homes until further notice.” Foot Recruit cringed. Of course, no wonder the streets were empty.

Raph nudged her shoulder and pointed to a kiosk across the street. They darted across as the blimp riders turned their backs. “I’m just trying to make conversation,” Raph argued, she could sense a bit of annoyance in his tone, “you’re one of the Mad Dogz now, we’re friends-”

“Shut up, shut up!” She balls her hand into a fist and pouches the wall next to them as she turns.She points a finger into his chest, “I don’t know you, so don’t say my name!”

“But-”

“Why would I want to be part of your Mad Dogs clan, the Foot clan was able to succeed where you continued to fail. You idiots couldn’t even-” She cuts herself off with a choked noise. Raphael looks at her with an expression of hurt compassion as he gently places a hand on hers. She rips her hand away and turns, stomping off again as he follows close behind.

>With A lot of NYC in shambles and it being past sundown, topside is confused enough to let Raph drop off F.Brute off at the hospital entrance

She checked around the corner one more time before she approached a set of metal doors. With the Lieutenant still on her shoulders she fit her fingers between the crease. She strained, and it slid open a little in her grasp as she strained, but Raph’s wrapped green hand fit between the space she made, prying it open all the way almost effortlessly. She huffs again, leaving him to follow her as she enters.

A layer of dust rises under their feet as they enter the old shaft. Creaking wooden stairs filled with rot april above them, leading to a dim blue light above.

“This is the way you wanna go?” Raph steps out of the way of a steady water drip. He cranes his neck to look up, following the hazardous stairway with his eyes.

“Did you happen to bring your blue friends teleporting sword?”

“Don’t you know the Foot Clans teleporting spells.”

“I-” She grits her teeth. Foot clan members don’t learn magic until they reach the rank of Sergeant. The implications and reality of it all flooded her with a mix of emotions, too many for her to deal with right now. “Just follow my steps, and don’t fall behind!” She yelled with a snap before she darted up the stairs with her comrade in tow.

Her clan used this tunnel frequently, especially when they wanted to avoid the authorities of the yokai city who didn’t take kindly to the clan's activities. It was old, and at one point a decent construction shaft for New York’s industrialization, but once it had been claimed too hazardous for the humans work it was used as a more private route in and out the cities.

Recruit looked over her shoulder. The red turtle, or Raph, she remembered, was matching her pae perfectly, darting up the decaying steps with ease.

They reached the top of the shaft and exited into the open night air.

~~~

It was almost easy. With New York covered in rubble, and its residents confused as to how it got there, they were both able to walk right up to the hospital's E.R. doors.

Raphael gently placed the brute by the door. “I’m uh, gonna go now.”

“Thank you.” She mumbled. She saw the turtle smirk quietly just as he turned and jumped away, leaving her to enter the hospital alone.

It was easy to get her comrades admitted. She just told the frost desk that she had found her “uncles” under some broken piece of a random building (that pretty true) and they rushed the two of them away.

She waited for a bit, unsure whether or not she should follow. But after a few hours of pacing and sitting she just barged into the clinic.

It wasn’t hard to find them.

The room was dimly lit, every surface sickeningly white with tubes and unlit monitors decorating the walls. Brute was sitting up, his legs hanging off the bed as he leaned on his knees and facing his partner, he had a bandage around his head and a cast for his arm, but nothing else. Lieutenant wasn’t as lucky, laying almost flat against the bed with a neck brace and a brace on his leg.

Brute noticed her and turned to face her, “well look who it is! The General who pulled us out of the muck.” There was no maliciousness in his voice. He sat with a smile on his face, motioning toward her with his uninjured arm.

She stood stiffly by the curtains of their little corner. She wanted to grab it, and feel the materials between her fingers but she fought off the desire. She just… stood there for a moment, feeling like she was shrinking as the Brute watched her from his bed.

“Is something wrong?” The Lieutenant’s voice was ragged. He pried himself up on his elbows, looking her over carefully.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again before closing her eyes. She gently, slowly, lowered herself to her knees and bowed. “It is with a heavy heart that I must-” Foot Recruit fought back a choke, “resign from my position as General of the Foot Clan.”

Brute was startled, taken aback and stealing a look at his partner who sat beside him. The Lieutenant was equally shocked, but cleared his throat to speak.

“General…” he paused before turning to his partner. With a whisper he asked, “general? When did that happen?”

Brute matched his whisper, “right before you blacked out, Shredder promoted her right before he ditched us.”

The Lieutenant's eyes looked side to side as he searched his brain. He mouthed ‘oh’ as the memory stuck him and he straightened. He slowly sat himself up completely, wincing in pain as he brought himself up to sit straight. He cleared his throat.

“General,” she hesitated to look up, quickly wiping away the tears that clouded her vision as she rose from her bow. “Are you certain of this choice?”

She furrowed her brows as the pain welled inside of her chest.

“You have been… a dedicated member to our cause for many years.” The Lieutenant held almost a sad look, maybe… regret? “Once you resign, by our laws, you will be banished from our group forever.” She knew this. Case knew this, because she had studied it tirelessly for more than a decade, ever since she was seven, ever since she had been accepted. “You will be denied from entering our grounds, stripped of all rights and titles, and dead to our clan.” He steeled himself, “are you certain of your choice.”

Her throat tightened. Recruit squeezed her eyes shut, allowing her hot tears to cut down her cheeks. She sucked in sharply with a pained gasp. “My sensei’s, I yield my title willingly and surrender my place in the Foot Clan.”

“As Lieutenant of the Foot Clan, I accept your resignation and strip you of all rights and titles,” he sighed before softening his voice, “and return your name.”

She bowed deeply once more before standing. “Thank you, Foot Lieutenant, I accept my name, Cassandra Jones.”

The Lieutenant sighed, and there is a moment of quiet as Casey fights back her tears. He looks towards his comrade before looking back to her. “Cool, but was that really necessary?”

Recruit- Casey looked up. “What?”

“Look, I get the whole rights and titles thing, but technically the Foot Clan has already been dissolved and abolished, since like… almost a year ago, right?” Lieutenant looked over to his companion.

Brute folded his arms and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, last November.”

“November, right,” the Lieutenant lowered himself back down to his bed. “We’ve never been too uptight about the rules, kid. No need to get so worked up.”

“This was my life.”

The Brute looked towards her again, and the Lieutenant lifted his head up to meet her gaze.

“This was my life!” She stomped, bringing her hands up to rub through her hair fuzz, “how can you just-” the words cut in her throat. She tightened her fists and rage boiled inside of her before she just screamed in frustration. “I gave everything, and did everything you asked. I was devoted, more devoted than Joselyn! I worked so hard!” Her voice was breaking, and she could feel the stares from the other residents of the clinic but she didn’t care.

“Kid, we’re in a hospital,” the Foot Brute yell-whispered at her, but he held a look of sympathy.

“We’ve already moved on,” the Lieutenant says sharply, silencing her. “I recommend you do the same.”

She wants to scream again, to stomp, to break a desk, to toss a bed (it didn’t matter if it was empty or not) or flip one of the hospital's cabinets. But she doesn’t. She opens her mouth to say something, she wants to do something to make them understand or for her to understand… but she doesn’t. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I wish you a speedy recovery,” Cassandra’s voice wavers painfully, “and I wish you the best. Goodbye, my sensei’s.” And then she leaves.

She doesn’t register her walk home. She doesn’t register the air, or the people, or even her feet as steps over concrete. When Casey finds herself at the door to her apartment, she doesn’t remember how long she had been standing there, and it feels like it takes hours for her to slip her key into the lock.

She takes a Kunai from her back pocket, slowly tracing it down her arms and legs and throat, allowing the traditional Foot Clan uniform to fall in tatters around her feet. She practically rips away her toga and pants, throwing them to the side before stepping into the shower and turning it on its coldest setting.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #case #casey jones #cassandra jones #foot recruit #foot brute #foot lieutenant #Raph #raphael #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #tmnt #Resignation #my writing

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years

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Raphael x Reader Fanfiction Oneshot. (TMNT 2014-2016)

Everyone who knew Raphael, was fully aware of his very short temper. The turtle could get mad at just about anything. Presently, he was beating the crap out of a punching bag because Splinter basically grounded him for being reckless on his last patrol.

Leonardo was the leader, and although Raphael knew that, he was always going against his brother's orders. The butted heads so much that you were shocked the entire lair was still in one piece. So here you were, listening to Raphael rant about his disapproval of Splinter's decision to bench him for the night as punishment.

"And why the hell is Leo in charge. I can lead us better than him!" he scored another vicious punch to the bag, effectively knocking it off the rope. It flew through the air, crashing into the wall and you winced.

"He thinks he's so high and mighty, the oh gracious leader I'm sick of it!" He was now doing techniques in the air. Punching and kicking. You didn't need to be a genius to know he was imaging Leonardo's face where his foot was.

"Raph, maybe you just need to cool down. If Master Splinter thinks it's best you take a break you should listen. And I'm sure Leo isn't the only one responsible for what happened. " He turned to you, still fuming.

"So you're saying it's my fault!"

"That's not what I'm saying I just think that-"

"That what? Leo's better than me. Who's side are you on!"

"I'm not on anyone's side Raph, are you even listening to me?"

He left out an less than amused laugh. "I see what's happening. You have a thing for Leo don't you, no wonder you're always here. Why the hell am I even talking to you. Everyone's the same. Leo's so great he can never do no wrong well I'm sick of it." Raphael drew his sais, turning around and heading for his room.

"I don't need you, I don't need anyone."

Now you were pissed.

"DAMN IT RAPHAEL FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN!!!" you exploded, and the raise in your voice made the red clad turtle turn to you.

"Why the hell would I come here and talk to you if I have a so-called thing for Leo! I respect you Raph, I respect all of you. Nobody's perfect. Not you and certainly not Leo. I just think that sometimes you get so blinded by your anger that you can't even see what's right in front of you." There was a double meaning behind those last words, but Raphael was so consumed by his alpha male ego that he probably didn't see it.

"(Y/N).." you just looked down, turning your back to him.

"Next time you need a friend to talk to maybe you should actually talk to them like a human being instead of tearing them down you jerk!" and just like that you were running out the lair. You passed Leonardo on the way out, not even looking up when he greeted you. When he stepped in he saw Raphael standing with a look of regret. Leonardo sighed, already putting the pieces together. He went into protective brother mode almost immediately.

"What did you say to her Raph." Somehow hearing Leo's tone just irritated him more.

"You don't need to tell me I screwed up. I already know. " He didn't say much more than that, heading for his room to deal with his problems the way he always did. Punch stuff.

~~~

"I shouldn't have said that, it was mean. He just wanted a friend to vent to. I should have been more supportive." You hadn't been to the lair since then. That was a couple days ago. You were more than a little embarrassed at your little outburst. "He did yell at me though. And I was just trying to help." your conflicting thoughts weren't really helping. What bothered you the most is the fact you'd almost confessed your feelings for him. Since meeting the turtles, the one that caught your attention immediately was Raphael.

His tough guy personality, resilient sense of justice. Not to mention his obvious love for his brothers. He tried to hide a lot of his feelings, but you saw through his little act. Underneath you had no doubt that he was a little softie. He was just too busy trying way too hard to prove himself when he was already amazing. In your eyes he was incredible. Mutant and all. You just wished he wasn't so blind.

"He's such an idiot sometimes." You were going to have to be the one to confront him, odds were he was pummeling another sandbag. One thing you knew about him was he didn't like admitting when he was wrong, and you were sure it would take a near miracle for him to apologize. So you would have to step up. "Maybe I should wait a few more days, just to make him sweat." you giggled under your breath. It would eat him alive if you stayed away for more than a week. You weren't that cruel though. It was already pretty late, you were free tomorrow, so you'd go first thing in the morning. You wouldn't fold either. If you didn't get an apology, then you would really give him an earful.

~The Next Day~

Grabbing three boxes of pizza as a peace offering, you made your way through the sewers, heading for the lair. Upon reaching your destination you pushed the door open. Mikey was sitting by the game console, as soon as his eyes caught sight of you, they lit up. Blue orbs brightened and a grin stretched on his lips. "Guys (Y/N) is back and she brought pizza!!" you weren't sure what he was more excited to see, you or the pizza.

You handed him a box, and he smiled, giving you a quick hug before devouring the delicious pizza. As you walked in you saw Leonardo walking over. You handed him a box, and he brought a hand down on your shoulder, taking the pizza in his free hand. "It's good to have you back. Raph's been angrier than usual." you laughed, because you could imagine it. " I wanted to make him squirm a little. Sorry if it caused you guys trouble." he shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. He deserves it." you smiled, going in the direction of Raph's room with the last box of pizza.

When you were standing directly in front of his door, you could hear noises coming from behind. He was definitely working out, and from the sounds of it, pretty intensely. You knocked on the door. " Go away Mikey!" you opened the door anyway, and you could hear the grunt of disapproval at your sudden entrance.

"I thought I said go away!" he yelled. When he saw who it was he stopped cold, just staring.

"(Y/N)..."

"I brought pizza, you sure you want me to go away?" His green eyes stayed on you for a few seconds before he turned away. You placed the box on his desk, closing the door. He wouldn't meet your eyes, and you knew why. He must have felt horrible for yelling at you, even worse that you avoided the lair because of it.

"Raph, you're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later. " he huffed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry. There I said it. Happy." you frowned, because his apology wasn't sincere, and he still wouldn't look at you. You walked over, stepping across so you were directly in his line of sight. "Say it again." you urged. Now he couldn't avoid your stare. You folded your arms, tapping your foot impatiently. "Any day now."

"I'M SORRY OKAY! I'm a screw up, I always piss people off or drive them away. I can't help it, it's just something about me that messes everything up." for once his anger wasn't directed at someone else, but himself. It hurt to know that's what he thought. That he wasn't good enough. That all he was good for was ruining things. You reached out, taking his hand. He tensed, not really sure what you were going to do.

"You're not a screw up Raph. You just need to work on your very very very short fuse." you finished that statement with a smile, and slowly, a small smile rose to Raphael's lips. He really did look cute when he smiled. He was now wearing a different look, and it puzzled you.

"What did you say?" he muttered.

"W-What?"

"Just now, you said I looked cute." your cheeks tinted immediately. Did you really say that out loud?

Cover time.

"I-I just meant it's refreshing from your usual scowl. I-I didn't mean anything by it!" you defended weakly. His smile was replaced by a growing smirk. He stepped forward, and you backed up, trying to create a little distance so you could think of a way to get out of this situation. When you back hit the wall, you panicked. He had you cornered. His arms came down, boxing you in.

"What did you mean when you said I'm blind to what's right in front of me?" Shit, you really hoped he would forget about that. You sort of thought it would go right over his head. Now that he was standing before you with those magnificently beautiful emerald eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. Your hands were shaking slightly.

"Raph I..I'm in love with you.." it was said so quietly he almost didn't catch it. He was still, maybe too still for way too long. His expression was unreadable.

When you didn't get a response, you could practically hear your heart breaking. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make things awkward. I-I shouldn't have said anything! I'm such an idiot!" every negative thought flooded into your mind, eyes getting a bit watery.

Said thoughts immediately stopped when you felt something soft touch your lips. You blinked, wondering if maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. Raphael couldn't have really been...kissing you could he?

It took you a full minute to fully register what was going on. When you finally did, Raphael pulled back. His eyes moved to the wall, a soft breath escaping his lips. Your hands reached up hesitantly, touching your lips in awe.

"I have a thing for you too." he mumbled.

"No way.." you pinched yourself, testing to make sure you weren't dreaming. Once you clarified it wasn't your imagination, you knew what you had to do. Your hands lifted, grabbing a hold of the strap across his chest. You pulled him down, standing on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He was clearly taken by surprise by the action, but slowly welcomed it.

His hands reached down, wrapping around your waist and pulling you off the ground. He lifted you to his height, kissing you with merit. You were completely lost in the softness of his lips. Hands locking around his neck. You responded, just as eagerly, legs finding purchase at his waist. When your back touched the wall for the second time that day you moaned, unable to control yourself or your sounds. Raphael grunted, pulling away for air quite reluctantly. You were breathing heavier than you thought possible, chest pressed to his plastron.

"I guess I was dead wrong about you having a thing for Leo."

"So wrong." you corrected, still partially dazed from the kiss. He leaned in slightly, teasing you. You groaned, wishing he'd just close the distance instead of torture you.

"I found your weakness." he spoke, head tilting to press a kiss to your neck. Your hands gripped his shoulders, letting out shallow breaths. "Raph.." you shuddered when his lips touched your exposed skin.

"Damn, if you keep saying my name like that we're going to have a problem." he leaned back up, hopefully to reconnect your lips. You closed your eyes awaiting the feel of his plump lips. Just as he was about to close the distance the door to his room opened.

"Raph, (Y/N) I finally got to the final stage!" Mikey's excited yell made you both turn. You blushed, and Raph looked infuriated. When Mikey saw your position he blinked. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you lady and gentleman. Please, carry on. " he walked out backwards, as soon as he was gone you heard him yelling.

"Guys Raph and (Y/N) are making out!!" Raph growled and you were sure your face was every shade of red. "I'm gonna kill him." Raph moved to step away from the wall to release you, but you grabbed his head, turning his attention back to you.

"Later." you ordered, smashing your lips to his. You'd dreamed of this too long to let Mikey ruin your moment. Raphael certainly wasn't complaining.

#tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #raphael #donatello #michelangelo #love #fights #leonardo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #cuteness #newyork #pizza #raph x reader

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A ROTTMNT Fantasy Fic: Coin

Characters: Donnie and Raph

Summary: It’s easy to jump to conclusion sometimes. It’s what you do afterwards that makes the difference

added note: this is a fic i wrote for @void-inked-pen during the holidays, i’m hoping by spreading out my holiday stories i can stay on break longer

Word Count:1447

Pairing

Rating G

“You know, you don’t have to do look out every night.”

It was only because he could sense Raph approaching from behind that Donnie didn’t jump out of his skin and (try) to knock him out with his hooked staff. “I’m used to uneven sleeping hours. That and Leo is still having trouble adjusting to his new….’lifestyle.’” Which was a way of saying the pampered prince wasn’t used to sleeping somewhere different every night. Mikey had offered to take up look out one night and it was only through constant begging that Raph and Donnie caved and let him try. But it had proven too tiring for the youngest turtle, who Donnie had found a few hours later sleeping at his post with a bandit poking through his pocket.

Which of course left Raph and Donnie.

Raph should have been asleep by now, but without looking up from his tin cup he hears Raph shuffle slightly as though he had social ants in his pants. With a dip of his head, he invites Raph closer. The snapping turtle shuffled closer before sitting on the log that Don had perched by. It was a unspoken truth between them that, out of their brothers, that Raph and Donnie felt the most uncomfortable around each other. Which was saying something considering Donnie and Leo’s history. But at least the two middle children had found a place in each other’s lives formed by both their past with Big Mama and everything that happened with the Mud Dogs. And no one in their right mind could dislike Mikey who, despite having some boundary issues, was as bright and warm as the sun his powered-up eyes reflected.

Then there was Raph and Donnie.

A bounty hunter and a thief.

But Donnie was used to awkward situations. So as he sips from his hot coffee and enjoys watching his breath turn into mist, he was only vaguely aware of Raph tapping his foot or tapping his fingers together like a anxious archer getting ready to make a shot. He didn’t have all night or want Raph to keep stewing in his own misery, so he took the initiative. “It’s fine Raph, I forgive you.”

It was almost funny to see the snapping turtle jump and look at him in surprise. “I-how-“

“Because you’ve been a proverbial bag of nerves ever since it happened Raph. Please stop torturing yourself. You’re a bounty hunter, you acted on your instincts.” Though it was Donnie’s own instincts that made him curl his forearm tighter to his chest.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Next thing Donnie knew his out held arm is suddenly in Raph’s hand, pulling him around to look in his half panicked, if angry, eyes; like a panicked parent who had caught a thief child juggling knives, or dragon eggs. Raph turned over Donnie’s wrist to reveal copper coins bunched up in his hand. “What are you doing?!” Raph demanded in a hushed whisper, “You can't be pickpocketing when you’re traveling with us. What if someone saw you?!”

Don blinked, and it’s only when he started to notice the pain radiating from his arm he said, “What are you talking about?” Donnie demanded between his teeth.

A familiar olive green hand, lacking even more familiar rings, grabs a hold of Raph’s finger drawing both of them to the illusionist now pulling back on Raph’s finger, under his dark blue hood yellow eyes glared at Raph. “Let. Him. Go,” he said in a quiet voice dripping with venom. “Now.”

Maybe it was the shock of seeing Leo there, but Raph looks to where Donnie had been standing, finally noticing the old woman sitting on the ground dressed in rags and a dirty chipped bowl that had a few meager coins in it, whose trembling hand had been raised to take the coins from Donnie’s hand but were now recoiled at the conflict. Donnie takes advantage of Raph’s shock and pulled his arm free before kneeling down. “Here you go grandmother,” he said making sure to place the coins in her hand, closing her other hand over it. “Tomorrow will be better,” he promised her before standing up. Leo’s at his side a moment later, trying to roll up Don’s sleeve to check for bruising but Donnie brushes his hands aside with a gentle pat on the head. “Thanks for your help,” he said with sincerity before walking away. Leaving Raph to watch after him, and even though he doesn’t look back, Raph presses his hand over his face in regret.

(#)(#)(#)(#)

Donnie is not used to having flashbacks, but he blames that on the reason he jumps when he is suddenly lifted off the ground to sit on the fallen log by Raph’s side, “Raph-!” he says but the bounty hunter is already rolling up his sleeve. Donnie would have to have ANOTHER talk about personal space and boundaries-

He had checked his arm earlier, and though the spots where Raph’s fingers had made contact were dark, they hadn’t swollen up. But that apparently was of little comfort to Raph whose face twists up in regret. “I’m so sorry Doniel,” he says, already digging through his bag. It's strange for Donnie to see such a large figure tremble so bad. He tries to put a hand on his arm but Raph has already pulled out a roll of bandages. Donnie barely has time to pull his arm away before he finally grabs Raph by the shoulders, “Raph. Stop,” he commands as gently as he can.

The bounty hunter finally looks him in the eyes, his dark green eyes swimming in a sea of unshed tears. “I-Ii’m sorry,” Raph says in a cracking voice, “I-I didn’t’-I saw you with money and I just-I didn’t even see the woman, I-,“ Raph’s voice cracks with a sob, “I-I just saw you with the money and cause you-you’re a thief I jus-“ Raph presses both hands over his mouth as he dips his head down. Struggling to keep himself quiet. Donnie glances into the cave they’ve been sleeping in to make sure Raph’s surging emotions haven’t woken Mikey up. But the messenger just yawns and latches onto Leo in his sleep.

Donnie takes Raph by the shoulders, and tips his forehead down to touch Raph’s, guiding him up to force eye contact. “Did you bruise me on purpose?”

“N-No-“

“Did you act because you were scared I was doing something to endanger the safety of our brothers?”

Raph opens his mouth again but is unable to get the words to come out and can only setting for a nod. Donnie reaches his hands up to gently hold the back of Raph’s head, keeping it in place. “No more apologizing. No more guilt. It happened; people make mistakes. And if I forgive you then there’s nothing more you can do than forgive yourself right.” He wraps his arm around Raph’s shoulders and guides him into a hug.

Raph’s larger than life arms immediately wrap around him tightly, like a child clinging to a lost stuffed animal in a nightmare. “I-I’m not a monster?” he whispers, as though he was too afraid of the answer to ask any louder, Donnie shakes his head “Of course not big guy.” Raph gives a shudder of relief before he starts weeping into Donnie's shoulder as Donnie strokes the back of his head, resting his cheek against Raph’s head.

After a few minutes the weeping finally stops, but Donnie doesn’t release his hug on Raph until he feels the giant start to pull away, wiping his eyes on his sleeves as though trying to hide all traces of his momentary weakness. Donnie tilts his head to get a better look at Raph’s face. “Can you forgive yourself now?”

“I-I’ll try,” Raph asks in a trembling voice, pausing for a moment, “If-if you’ll let me take over lookout for the rest of the night.”

Normally Donnie would have argued that Raph had done look out the night before. But there’s only a few more hours in the night, and he knows this is the only thing that will help absolve Raph of his remaining guilt. “Alright big guy,” he says standing up, patting the snapping turtle on his shoulder and moving back into the cave. He picks a spot on the floor on Leo’s other side. The moment he lays down, Leo sleepily rolls over, (despite his cuddle hostage situation with Mikey) and rests his cheek on Don’s shoulder. Don can’t help but chuckle to himself, taking a moment to make sure both Leo and Mikey are still covered by blankets before wrapping himself up in his cloak and closing his eyes.

#rottmnt fantasy au #rottmnt #raph #rottmnt raph #donnie #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #:c

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